[ EU ] The year is 2296 and Vault 9 and 3/4 finally opens it 's blast door . Wizards have returned to the British Wastelands .

The vault had the tiniest crack in it. Voldemort stared at it vacantly through the Power Armor visor for a few seconds, and then looked at his MagiPip. 
 
 One minute to go... 
 
 Two hundred years, and he was ready now. The nuclear war he caused had given him the time to prepare. His Enclave, two centuries to grow his powers in the mortal realm, his armies, his total global supremacy. 
 
 Every good wizard left in existence lay beyond the rusted steel doors, no doubt weakened by decades spent festering in the underground bunker, and his forces stood ready to annihilate them in, about eight seconds. 
 
 Was that a slight creaking? He lifted his wand, and the horde behind him readied themselves, the fields of crackling energy as loud as thunder. Moments later, the mechanisms kicked in, and metal screamed against metal. Seconds seemed to stretch out to minutes, until finally the cacophony stopped and a loud click echoed out across the plain. 
 
 The door, millimetres, then centimetres, swung out in a billow of steam and smoke. 
 
 The rolling battalions of evil wizards and Voldemort in unison chanted,'Annihilus VaultTecium Expell...' 
 
 Their voices caught. 
 
'No... you?' whispered Voldemort in disbelief.'It ca n't b...' his sentence ended at the same time as the lives of his and every one of his evil wizard army. 
 
 As the intense red glow dissipated, and the thurmic resonance quietened, all that was left standing was the product of two hundred years of preparation by the world's greatest scientists and wizards combined, along with a healthy dose of radiation. 
 
 Lumbering out, the red headed, eighteen foot tall WizardAndroidTerminatorScientistOverlordNeo-mutant looked out across the scene of her final victory, and her words echoed through the land as loudly as they would through history. 
 
'JUST CALL ME EMMA, BITCH.' 
 

