Nothing is better than spending time with those you love, and being with the Brotherhood of Steel, Cyprus learned this early in his time with them. He was only a plucky young boy when they found him with those slavers from Caesar's Legion, and when the two factions met, only blood was to be split. Luckily for Cyprus, they were not savages and speared him a hollow point to the brain. They then brought him back to The Empire Wasteland (a long trip on foot, but it was worth it) where they cleaned him up and gave him his own T-51B power armor and made him a knight.<br/><br/>These days, however, it was mostly Super Mutants and raiders that he had to put down now. Every other day on patrol there would be one of those ugly bastards opening his mini-gun on unsuspecting travelers and he had to go put it down. It was the mundane routine of killing that came with the armor, but at least he had a roof over his head when he came back and some food to eat when he got hungry, because Grand Central Station seemed to be the only friendly place for miles.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thwack!</span>Cyprus heard the dry sound of his head knocking against the wood of a Super Mutant's nail board, and just like that he was on the ground, trying to understand what just happened. "Argh!" The thing yelled in pain as other knights peppered it with lead and laser; revenge for hitting one of their own. Not long after that did he hear the unmistakable sound of a large body falling and with that the mutant was down. "Get up, Brother!" Shouted a knight behind his helmet and with that Cyprus was on his feet and he got his AER9 laser rifle back. Just in time too, because two other super mutants had shown up.<br/><br/>These were not regular Super Mutants, these guys were brutes. They were faster, tougher and a whole lot uglier and they also had mini-guns with them.<span style="font-style: italic">Just another day at the office</span>. Cyprus thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">War never changes</span>.  Crouching behind a car, he could see the two mutants blasting away at the others, but they hadn't seen him yet. Using that advantage, he rose up from behind the car and threw a frag grenade in the direction of the two. When it blew up, neither fell, but he could see that he had crippled the leg of one and damaged the head of the other, just perfect.<br/><br/>He got up again and looked around, he still saw the two of them firing.<span style="font-style: italic">Do those damn things run out of ammo?</span>He asked himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Wait, is one of them coming towards me?</span><br/><br/>And just like that, one of they Super Mutants had left his brother and was coming towards Cyprus, the cause of his crippled leg. "Oh.." Cyprus struggled for words, he had to thing fast or he was going to die, and he didn't want to die now, not like this.