War. War never changes.
When the world was annihilated in the nuclear fire of conflict, remnants of humanity that survived did so in great underground vaults.
After the purge of the outside world had subsided, they emerged, blinking into the sun, to forge new societies from the ashes of the dead, wiping away the old world to make room for the next.
But not every part of the old war had succumbed to the apocalypse that had befallen the Earth.
The Foundation. An organization of utmost secrecy, dedicated to protecting humanity from destruction and calamity beyond the grasp of mortal man. Unknown to all except those capable of facing these anomalies, or those about to meet death at their hands.
Dedicated to preparation for any unseen circumstance, the Foundation weathered the fall of the bombs better than most, prioritizing their survival over preservation of all their assets. Non-essential installations were abandoned, resources amalgamated, and valuable personnel preserved, until the Foundation faded back into the mists of obscurity.
You are a courier. Fresh from your preservation of the New Vegas strip for the good of humanity, you believe yourself to have faced the worst of what the wasteland has to offer and survived. Flanked by your colleagues, you have chosen to venture forth into the wastes to seek for other causes worthy of your support.
You believe yourself to be prepared for whatever may cross your path.
But war…..
War never changes.