nf_washington.9.d:0 "Buried amongst the frigid crags of Denali lies a facility whose bulkhead has long been frozen over. Its halls are coated in a thin layer of ice save for one room, where a nuclear generator the size of a blue whale roars without witness. Anchorage Reserve Base 12: a lonely place. The Immortal had feverishly chased the sleeve of an old world ghost, and in Seattle he found its name. Their expedition set out immediately, planning to go farther north than any member of the chapter had ever ventured before. Even if he had to cast everyone else aside in that Frozen place to achieve his goal, the Immortal was willing to do it. His brilliant prize was finally within his grasp. When their expedition force saw the mountain on the horizon, they could feel their blood boil with anticipation. Everything had lead up to this. Chipping away at the ice and fallen rocks covering that unmarked vault door, the Brotherhood couldn't have imagined what awaited them inside. Even the Immortal only knew scraps. A utilitarian entrance, ice as far as the eye could see, and corridors filled with silence. The only sound in that place was power armour servos sighing softly. There was a single light in that dark hallway. As they approached it, their breath caught in their throats as they looked through the window it was coming from. Ghastly blue light illuminated their worn armour, cast by hundreds of cryogenic sarcophagi in rows upon rows. The truth would come to light in the hours after the Immortal enabled the activation process. These men had been placed here soon before the world ended, as a precautionary measure against a hypothetical debilitating attack against the US forces in Alaska. During such an event, they would be awoken remotely with orders to secure Anchorage. But their assignment was long redundant, and they knew that the moment they laid eyes upon their rescuers. The Immortal addressed the hundreds of vulnerable soldiers before him with bravado, his voice filled with pride. For him, this was the crowning achievement of his life. \"Men of the seventy fifth, your regiment is disbanded as of today. You are no longer U.S. Army soldiers, you are part of the only organisation who can save America. Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel.\""