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A doodle of Sequia's adolescence, a shining member of the Children of the Cathedral Remnants Cult.

The Boneyard didn't offer much of the so-called civilization the New California Republic openly flaunted themselves as. The followers of the Apocalypse had left nearly a century ago, setting their eyes on the tribals and desolate settlements far, far away. The Boneyard was under NCR jurisdiction, a dumping ground for anything or anyone they needed to keep but couldn't be bothered to care for. For Sequia, the cult was the closest thing to a social structure she'd ever comee to know at that point. She dedicated herself wholeheartedly the cause, giving it all her effort and forming close ties with the other members. While the tasks she was given were grizzly, she'd been desensitized by her time growing on the streets, and for that she earned her place quickly. Being a night stalker gave her high status, as a mutant creature, if not also the reason she'd been spared by the cult long ago. Her fellow members and leaders re-formed her, physically and mentally, into a model cult member. Her life was perfectly entwined with the cult, and its needs became hers, like the other members.

Sequia was one of the more radical members, not a diehard believer in the mutant supremacist ideology, but rather one of the more fervent ones to partake in rituals or in gathering involuntary new members. Trying to create a new Master is hard work, sending out mercenaries to find the lost vats, gathering FEV samples and test subjects. All the while making sure to keep the NCR out of their business, whether it be paying the gangs in the smoldering ruins of the Boneyard to keep authorities away, or lobbying NCR politicians to take pity on their efforts. The equal citizenship of mutants and ghouls in the country made it all that much easier. Its ventures into its underground transplant organ market and FEV research brought in caps and morbidly curious intellectuals who lacked a conscious.

In the end it wasn't the bloodshed caused by the cult that lead to its downfall, but rather the NCR's need for blood itself, bodies to send to some far away war of conquest. Whether Sequia had been sacrificed by her superiors, or the cult had truly been tamed by the military, Sequia did not know. Captured, stripped, and put unconscious, it wasn't long before the sack was lifted over her head and she'd found herself standing in a muddy camp surrounded by razor wire, with a Sergeant barking orders at her. Once again, she was far from home.