Epic. That leaves ? Another well done chapter. Adams ain't having a good time.

Alright, hope this adds more to the backstory. Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 5
Capitol Building
November 26th, 2277
0500 Hours

“Sergeant, there’s too many of them! We need to pull back!” Corporal Smith was yelling over the radio in a desperate call from the north defensive location.

“Negative Corporal, stand your ground! You need to hold them off while we load up the last of the supplies.” Adams could feel the fear growing up inside of him. His first command in a dangerous area, and already a third of his team was pinned down.

“Sarge, we’re also overrun here!” cried Corporal Griffin from the other third of the team on the south defensive location.

Adams gulped, he was beginning to panic, both his defense teams were pinned down. He yelled for the troopers to finish loading so he could evac them. When they finished, the Vertibird pilot declared they only had enough time to save one of the teams before they all got overrun.

Adams didn’t know what to do, he had his first life and death choice. Team 1 or Team 2. Who will he pick? Can’t he save both? No. He put his head down for a second.

“Griffin, we’re coming to pick you up. Smith… I’m sorry.” He hung his head low and couldn’t breathe.

“Yes, sir.” replied Griffin softly as she and her two men made their way back.

“But Sergeant-!” remarked Smith.

Adams shut off Smith’s communication channel, and waited until Griffin and her team loaded up. The pilot took off. Adams watched out the window as the outpost was overrun completely by Super Mutants. He began to sob from under the pressure.

“I’m… sorry…” whispered Adams to himself silently.

Small, pinging noises were heard throughout the building from repairs. Adams’ nightmare was interrupted. His past was coming back to haunt him.

Adams woke up; it had been a few hours since the battle and when Jackson was Med-Evac’d from the combat zone. He had been previously talking with Lieutenant Pebbles about their plan for recapturing the Capitol. Turns out, they wanted the “icon” of the American people for a new base of the Enclave, a symbol of Hope if you will.

He grunted, his body sore all over from the fighting. His head dizzy. He hated going to sleep, because he has had nightmares for years now. The medicine the doctors give him never seem to help him forget all the times in his life where he was put under too much pressure, where he wanted to just raise up his hands and shout “I give up!” at the top of his lungs.

However, he had a team to lead, and had to learn to hide his feelings to the best of his ability.
Griffin was sitting in the corner, softly cleaning her armor. She had a knack for cleaning her armor any chance she could. When Adams asked her why she did that, she just smiled and went “Have to look good in and out of the armor, Sarge!” Her blue eyes looked up from her armor and looked at Adams. She quickly got up, and put her helmet down.

“Sarge, everything alright? I could hear you mumble a few times in your sleep about evacin’ and such. What was that about?”

Adams sighed, looked at her, and simply stated, “Smith.”

She nodded and sat down. “It’s been three years since that happened, Sarge. I remember it, too. Your first command, and my first time in Echo squad. We all weren’t ready for what happened there. Smith, Jenkins, and Harper died doing their job.”

“But I probably could have saved them if I tried. If only it was different. I tried moving on, but lately with what’s been happening, their faces pop into my mind. White, Jackson… they all remind me of them.”

She put her hand on his shoulder, and nodded. “Sarge, did we get an update on Jackson?”

Adams’ smiled. “Crazy bastard’s still alive, for now, at least. He may not survive the surgery, but thankfully his advanced training helped him survive at least this far. Have to admit… he did go out with a bang.” He did a soft chuckle, doing anything he could to get his mind off the fact Jackson may not make it. Having the past haunting him is bad, but not knowing what happens to your men is torture.

“Griffin, where’s Clancy?”

“Over with Pebbles. Need me to get him?”

“No, I just want to go check up on him. Also… Griffin?”

“Sarge?”

“You missed a spot.” He smiled and pointed down at her boots. She looked down and grumbled.

He walked over and saw Clancy and Pebbles talking. Adams was about to say something when he noticed Clancy had a worried look on his face. He listened in to their convocation.

“- Hasn’t my actions done anything to prove to you that it was a mistake and I learned from it, sir?”

“Clancy, we cannot accept what you did. We were about to pull you out of the squad before this operation started.”

“Sigh… just don’t tell Adams. I don’t want him to know.”

Pebbles’ nodded softly, “However, your recent events, like you said, have showed that we can overlook the small problem. We’re overlooking the charges, but don’t think you’re off the hook.”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir.” Clancy saluted and walked out of the room. Adams pretended not to have heard anything.

“Clancy, everything alright?”

“Yes, sir.” Clancy smiled at Adams. His green eyes and black hair made him look unique. He rarely ever took off his armor, so he had extremely pale skin. This worried some of the doctors with lack of sunlight. Clancy ignored them whenever they told him to take it off, saying it was “a part of his skin.” He had his helmet off now so that it could be repaired.

Adams didn’t bother asking what that was all about, he’ll find out later. For now, he just wanted to talk with the private, even though that was difficult as the recruit was always cocky. During training practice he would always claim to be the best shot, and enjoyed rough housing with his fellow soldiers. Adams enjoyed the spitfire that was Clancy, though at times, such as before the Mutant attacks, his remarks could be rather annoying.

“They find anything of interest or use here, Private?” inquired Adams, he looked around. The beautiful white house, ruined after 200 years. He was walking on such historic grounds, that he couldn’t bear to hold it inside. He would do whatever his country asked of him, as long as it helped path America back to its path. After all, the Enclave is America’s last hope in this hellhole called the Capital Wasteland.

Before Clancy could reply, Griffin ran over, shouting.

“Sarge! Sarge, come quick! You gotta hear this!”

Adams and Clancy followed her through the doorway, in a large room where dozens of troops were stationed around a small radio. The radio crackled to life. What Adams heard next, almost brought him to tears of joy.

“My fellow Americans. It is I, your President, John Henry Eden. Darling America, I am fine. I shall say again; I am fine. And I am back, America!”

Should I continue with more of a back story / getting a chance for a "breather" for the next chapter, or is that good enough for now? Need to know which way to head the story for the audiences' pleasure.

Dun, dun, dun! Well done. I like the part about Jenkins dying. Always Jenkins.

Actually it's mainly Smith, but yeah, Jenkins and Harper too where with 'em. Hehe, indeed about Jenkins, reminded me about Mass Effect's first mission. Poor Jenkins. xD

Anyways, sorry all for over two days without a new chapter. I'm still trying to figure out if I need to make it more back story or action. This is why I need feedback.

Well we need some story about how ole eden came back. Besides that you can continue with action.

Sorry all about the long time to write the chapter. I know this chapter isn't that great, but hopefully it's good enough for my few fans. Also, thanks for the feedback all, I totally spaced on the back stories. So now I'll be able to blend in the story and action together, and hopefully make it more enjoyable.

Chapter 6
Outpost Eden
November 29th, 2277
1100 Hours

Outpost Eden was a small outpost about three miles north of Raven Rock, or what was left of it. When the Brotherhood attacked and destroyed Raven Rock, the enclave believed their beloved leader, John Henry Eden, was killed in the attack. So the outpost was dedicated to him.

However, recent events seem to show that President Eden survived, somehow and someway. Many believe that he took a tunnel or Vertibird in time to escape; while others believed he was never there all along. The reason this is because only two three people have ever seen the President face to face. Col. Autumn's father, Augustus Autumn, and the some civilian who no one truly understood why he was chosen.

Adams was shocked to learn that his dear President was alive, and had his morale restored. Along with every other Enclave personal who is still surviving. It has been three days since hearing that wonderful long speech. For now, the President has remained silent, giving a few updates every few days to announce something new.

After going back to Outpost Eden, Adams was being informed about a new strike. Operation: America's Last Hope (or Operation ALH) was the codename. The objective was to gather all surviving forces and take down The Brotherhood once and for all on the East coast. Outcast and the Citadel alike, and any surviving members, including that pesky civilian who betrayed the President.

The attack will launch on December 1st, at exactly 0000 Hours, when the Brotherhood is sleeping. There will be four strike teams. Strike Team Alpha will consist of half the NQA force and storm Fort Independence, taking out the Outcasts.

Strike Team Bravo will be the other half of the NQA force and retake Adams Air Force Base from Brotherhood control. While the mobile crawler was destroyed, the main base is still intact and we need the landing zones for our Vertibirds.

Lastly, Strike Team Charley and Delta will be regular shock teams that will storm the Citadel and Purifier.

Adams' smiled. With Liberty Prime dead, they have a winning chance against them. He noticed in the corner Lieutenant Pebbles slowly walking off towards the communication room. Adams followed. He walked into a large, dark room. Adams slipped inside, and was about to say something, when the door behind him was locked.

Pebbles did not notice that Adams was inside the room with him, and began to open up a channel. Adams decided to stay hidden and hide in the shadows.

"Lieutenant Pebbles to President Eden." Said Pebbles to the large screen. The screen lit up, and showed a large, towering computer.

"Ah, Lieutenant Pebbles. So nice we finally get to chat again. I have not seen you since Autumn betrayed me and I was forced to make you my new second in command." The large computer stated.

Adams was shocked, this had to be a joke, or the President was merely using the computer instead of his own face to throw off Pebbles.

"Sir, may I inquire as to how you were able to get out in time? It has been so long, we all believed you were dead." Pebbles inquired his voice a touch emotional.

"Rest assured, Lieutenant, I am truly here and alive. After the Brotherhood's boy scouts began to attack Raven Rock, I quickly began to download myself through the network to an off-site location, deep in a nearby underground abandoned vault. Vault 112, a still functioning vault run by a madman. Needless to say, his computer programming was no match for our Enclave cyber abilities. I now have my databanks stored here."

"Amazing, sir. How were you able to continue with the broadcasts and up-to-date information?"

"Simple my good man. The eyebots are still operational and functioning, even after Raven Rock's destruction. I can broadcast myself and still see majority of the Wasteland with ease. I-, oh, why hello there young soldier. Whom may you be?"

Pebbles was confused at first, and realized the President was talking about behind him. He turned around, looked, and saw Adams. Adams was shocked, both from realizing his President was a ? computer? And being found out.

"Adams? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Now now, Lieutenant. Be nice to the young Sergeant. Come here, boy."

Adams slowly walked up towards the screen. He stood a foot away, and looked at the large screen with awe.

"Let me see here? Ah, Sergeant Adams. I have seen your record. Nice to meet you. I'm sure you're aware of who I am."

Adams nodded slowly. "Si-? sir, are you? a-?"

Eden cut him off. "Yes, Sergeant. I am a ZAX unit, or was. Until the boy scouts from the Brotherhood destroyed me, and I was forced to transfer to Vault 112. Do not worry, my boy. For even being a machine, I still feel my heart beating for America. Figuratively speaking, of course."

Adams' thought about this for a moment. This made sense as to how come no one ever saw the President. But why hide about it? Simple, for the same reason how shocked he is right now.

"Sergeant, while I enjoy our convocation, as I rarely get to talk with many people, I must urge you not to reveal this to anyone else. This shall be Pebbles and your secret, understand?"

Adams quickly stood at attention, "Yes, sir!" His first direct order from the President, he felt honored, regardless of the fact the President was a machine. The President is still his President, none the less.

"Now, I must go gentlemen. I have a lot to work out here. I wish you all the best of luck in the upcoming operation. You're America's finest. God bless the USA!" Eden stated in a rather happy tone of voice, for a computer that is.

The screen shut off. Pebbles glanced at Adams, shook his head, and sighed. He walked out of the room, not sure what to say. Adams left the room too, trying to clear his head. Clancy ran over.

"Hey, Sarge! You ready for the mission?"

"Yes, Private. Go get Griffin, let's get ready to take the training run with Strike Team Charley.

Clancy smiled and nodded, before he turned around, he asked the Sergeant one last question.

"Hey? Sarge. I've been wondering. How do you think our President got away from the bastards?"

Adams thought this over for a second. He wanted to tell his squad the truth, however, he took an order from the President about this. He was a patriot to the core, and would not disobey an order.

"No idea, Private. He must have gotten aboard a Vertibird. Now, lets-"

Before he could finish the sentence, an alarm sounded. "All hands, Brotherhood attack in the front. Defend the Outpost!" barked the Speaker.

Adams and Clancy exchanged glances, and ran towards the Armory. They geared up, and found Griffin. The four charged towards the front of the base, pushing past Privates and Corporals rushing to their stations.

When they arrived, they spotted dozens of Brotherhood troopers charging the base, firing their laser weapons. Enclave personal returned the favor with their Plasma weapons. Two rockets soared by, and blew a hole in the side of a guard tower. The tower shuddered and began to collapse and crashed straight down on top of a few Enclave personal that were unlucky enough to be nearby.

Adams lead his team to a nearby area, and was about to give the order to return fire, when he heard a loud, disturbing laugh. He turned his head, and saw a large, tanned man in half a suit of armor. His black hair was cropped very short, his dark, brown eyes gazing around the battlefield. His face had a large scar on it from the mouth to the right eye.

In his arms, was a large Gatling Laser, firing rapidly, all over the place.

Adams' gasped.

"Jackson!"

If anyone would like me to add new characters, feel free to send me a PM of an Enclave / Enclave supporter character you may have and I'll see about adding 'em into it.

Not many people have been commenting on the story a lot lately. I'm starting to believe that they're no longer interested or just refuse to comment anymore, and that I should quit writing the story. If that is the case, please let me know.

Chapter 7
Outpost Eden
November 29th, 2277
1200 Hours

Normally, a small few dozen enemies would not pose such a problem. However, something seemed off by this strike force. Plasma, laser, and Tesla were firing all over the place. In a way, it was a beautiful display of colors. Bright red beams, slow green blobs, and sky blue electric lines soared across the sky. Some were unlucky enough to be hit by the energy weapons, and were either melted, blown right through, or disappeared all together.

Jackson was firing his Gatling Laser without stop or rest, ignoring everything going on around him. His beams cut a swath through some of the ranks of the Brotherhood, tearing two Paladins right in half. Nearby, a two man team of NQA's rushed forward with their Tesla pistols drawn. They both jumped over a ledge, and slammed their boots straight down on one Brotherhood member, knocking them down. They continued on their way, firing in all directions.

Adams' ran over to the person, and pulled out his Plasma Rifle. Began to aim at the head when a laser beam shot by, nailing Adams in the soldier. He yelled, and looked around for who did that. A female Brotherhood of Steel member was aiming straight at him, with her laser ready to fire again. She was not wearing her helmet, for some odd reason. This allowed Adams to see her physical appearance. Blonde hair, black eyebrows, blue eyes? Sarah Lyons, of the Lyon's Pride. Figured.

Griffin shot back at her, and melted her laser rifle. She cursed, and ran over to pick up a nearby fallen Plasma Rifle.

Adams rushed over, and slammed straight into her from the side. They both collided and hit the ground rolling. She quickly got up and began to jump on top of him. Before she could, Adams rolled over and kicked her straight in the stomach, sending her backwards into the air. He then rushed over to her and was about to lift his boot high into the air, when she grabbed a hold of his foot, and pulled it forward.

He lost his footing, and fell down. She crawled on top of him and began to pound on his helmet with her fists. He attempted to block them, but the Power Armored Gloves were very heavy. Adams did one mighty roar and used all of his power, and threw her back.

Griffin and Clancy ran over, and held her down. Clancy pulled out his pistol and took aim.

"Stop." Ordered Adams.

Clancy looked at his leader dumbfounded. But he complied, and put his pistol away. They continued to hold her down, despite her attempts at fighting back?both physically and verbally.

Adams walked over, and shook his head. "Griffin, Clancy, take our? guest, and put her in a holding cell. We'll make sure to take care of her later."
They both began to lift her up, and Sarah spit on Adam's armor. Griffin kneed her in the stomach, and caused her to cry out in pain. They hauled her off to the prison.

Adams' quickly looked around for Jackson; he was only a few feet away from his last spot, still firing his laser. He quickly ran over, and yelled "What the hell are you doing?" Jackson ignored him, and continued to laugh while beams struck an enemy in the head, ripping it clean off.

Two lasers flashed near him, and one hit Jacksons' lower armor. He grunted, and aimed at whoever shot the beam, and fired.

Adams was confused. Jackson has completely lost it. Does the man have a death wish lately? Losing a friend is hard, but how bad could he lose it in the head from the loss of just one friend? Maybe there was more to this than meets the eye.

The surviving Lyon's pride and a few Brotherhood supporters were being mopped. The base was hit pretty badly for such a small squad. Three guard towers destroyed, a bunker, and two barracks. Two Vertibirds were shot down in the confusion of the attack, and their hulls lay charred around the base.

Four medics rushed by Adams and headed straight towards a nearby downed Vertibird, and began to pry open the hatch, calling for anyone left alive.

Adams looked down, and saw a lone soldier, a mere Private, lying on the ground. His back against a large bolder. The left leg completely blown off. A medic patched him up, and helped stop the bleeding. He lay there, looking straight at where his leg used to be. Tears softly rolled down his cheek. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, a newbie from Boot Camp who was eager for action.

He looked up at Adams with his eyes begging the Sergeant for anything, anything at all to make the pain go away. Adams kneeled by him, patted him on the shoulder, and told him everything will be alright. He pulled out two stimpacks and some MRE's for the boy to eat and use.

"It'll be okay?" They both knew that was [censored], but coming from a Sergeant whom was a hero to them all, it meant a lot to the kid.

Adams' walked on, back over to the prison cell. He had some unfinished business.

"[censored] you!" screamed Sarah as Griffin kicked her in the head. Griffin grabbed her hair and pulled it back, looking straight into her eyes.

"Brotherhood of [censored] is more like it."

"Stand down, Corporal." Ordered Adams. Griffin obeyed and kicked Sarah on the floor.

Adams stood there, wondering what to do, when suddenly a radio link was established.

"Why hello there again, Sergeant! I believe you have someone in custody of? high importance?" chimed the President.

"Sir, Sarah Lyons', Elder Lyon's daughter. We're unsure as to what to do with her."

"Take her Holotag, and keep it close for the Operation upcoming. I want you to throw it in Elder Lyon's pitiful face before you take care of that annoyance. As for his daughter? She is of no use to us. Understand, Sergeant?"

"Yes, sir." Grinned Adams. He waited for this moment for a long, long time.

Adams' nodded at Griffin, and she kicked Sarah down, and kept her boot on her back so she couldn't move. Adams walked over, and took out his Plasma Pistol.

"Sarah Lyons, you have been deemed a traitor to the United States of America. You have committed treason and murdered many brave men and woman of America. Do you understand these charges?"

She spit at him. He sighed, and pointed his pistol at her forhead.

"By the order of the President, you have been sentenced to death."

She looked right at the pistol, and the last thing she saw was a green light.

If u stop writing it, then ill continue to write it. I think its great. U shouldn't stop.

Amazing story so far. Please, please continue it!

Haha, alright. I'll continue to write it, thanks all. Just making sure people are still interested.

I see something bad happening to the Brotherhood in the future. And Jackson... it seems he is going to crack right open soon.

No, before you ask me, this is not the end of the story. I hope you enjoy the twist, though!

Chapter 8
Vertibird Vanguard
December 1st, 2277
0000 Hours

Griffin, Clancy, Jackson, and Adams sat in the Vertibird, silent. They all knew what was to happen next. This was it, Operation America’s Last Hope. They were part of Strike Team Charley, to strike the Citadel. Jackson was allowed to join them, after a long dispute from the Medics questioning his sanity in the field of combat. Adams knew the man has lost it, but he was still part of his team, and they needed everyone they could get for this last push against the Brotherhood.

Clancy turned towards Jackson, stared at him for a moment, and looked away. Griffin noticed this but did not draw attention to it.

“We’re five minutes out; soon they’ll begin firing at us. Hang on.” The pilot of Vanguard shouted. No sooner than he said this, a few rockets flew by, impacting a nearby Vertibird.

“Galaxy going down, I repeat, we’re going down! Oh sh-“ the pilot of the doomed ‘bird couldn’t finish his sentence before they crashed into the ground and exploded into a fireball. Vanguard’s co-pilot watched and quickly turned his head away. The pilot patted him on the shoulder.

While everyone knew the risks when signing up, the site of war never prepares you completely when you see a friend die. Adams’ tried blocking out his emerging memories of all the squad members he has lost over the years.

They began to land, and bullets were firing all over the place. Vanguard’s hatch popped open, and they stormed out. The dark light was full of fire in all directions. Two Vertibirds flew over the Citadel and carpet bombed it with Plasma Bombs, which were the same things used to save Adams less than a week ago on the patrol.

Adams’ looked over at the east, and saw the same attack happening on the Purifier. He hoped that all the attacks would be successful. They couldn’t afford to let any of them get away and regroup.

Griffin and Clancy charged forward, and fired away with their new Plasma Rifles. Recently, Echo Squad was given updates. Adams now had a Tesla Pistol and Cannon, while Griffin and Clancy have Plasma Pistols and Rifles. Jackson did not have a Tesla Cannon, instead, he was given a Gatling Laser, since they could not afford to give experimental tech to someone with questionable sanity.

Two Brotherhood Knights charged towards Adams. Griffin and Clancy saw this, and opened fire, cutting down both of the Knights in a green light.

Jackson charged forward, not caring what happened, firing away with his Gatling Laser at any target that presented itself. The large doors of the Citadel were a tough one to crack. A Vertibird flew in low and bombed the doors, causing them to melt away. Four dozen Enclave troopers stormed the Citadel, roaring.

The Brotherhood couldn’t stand this onslaught of hundreds of troopers attacking them all at once. They quickly retreated to the inner areas of the Citadel, trying their best to keep them away.

Three troopers ran forward, and knocked the door down, only to stare in horror at a Paladin with a flamer and ignited them all on fire. They screamed, and rolled on the ground. Two Medics ran over and shot down the Paladin. They attempted to put out the troopers, but their armor was for some reason ignoring any attempt to put out the fire.

Clancy came over, pulled out his Plasma Pistol, and shot all three of them in the head. The Medics stood there, shocked. “It’s better to die quickly and painlessly than to burn to death.” He stated silently, and walked off.

Two Paladins were on the roof and shot rockets at the Vertibirds, nailing one in the tail. The Vertibird wailed loudly and lost control, attempting to stay airborne. A nearby Vertibird flew too close, and they both collided and then slammed into the ground.

Adams ran inside, firing his Tesla Pistol as fast as he could. It was slow at firing, but very deadly and could take anyone out in one hit. The blue beams sliced a hole through the poor bastards who were in his way. He looked around for his squad. Clancy and Griffin were tackling a lone Initiate that tried to run away. Jackson, however, was no where to be found.

“Griffin, Clancy, get your asses over here. We need to follow the specs and get to the Elder Lyon’s private quarters and take him alive.” Barked Adams. They shot the Initiate, and moved towards him. Three troopers stormed by him and quickly fired away any surviving Brotherhood members in their path.

“Here’s the door, sir!” yelled Clancy. Adams yelled for the three troopers to breach it and take the Elder alive. They kicked down the door and stormed it. Four Paladins attacked them in an ambush and killed them. Adams cursed, and fired his Tesla cannon, hitting dead center in the group, killing all four of them in the blast.

Griffin and Clancy charged in, and found the Elder, and grabbed him.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded. His old body could not handle the shock of what was happening. Griffin kicked him on the floor, and kept her weapon trained on him. Adams walked over.

He smiled, pulled out a Holotag, and tossed it in front of the old man. Sarah’s Holotag. He looked down at them, shocked.

“Why do you do this to us? We’re only trying to help these people. You attack us, and slaughter all in your path.”

“We must clean the path for America. The Enclave and the Vault’s population are the only pure humans left, and we must make sure we continue our survival.” Adams smiled, he enjoyed this next part. “By the order of the President, you are hereby terminated. Any last words?”

“Yes. You have chosen your allies poorly.”

Adams was confused by this statement, he was not expecting something so confusing.

“Clancy, take care of this trash.” He ordered. Adams waited for a few seconds, nothing happened. “Clancy?” he turned around. Clancy’s gun was pointing at him, with Griffin nearby on the floor, knocked unconscious.

Adams was shocked, he looked at Clancy. Words could not describe the betrayal he felt. What the hell was going on?

“I’m sorry, Sergeant.” Whispered Clancy.

He put his finger on the trigger. Adams closed his eyes. He then heard a loud sound that echoed through the bedroom.

Bang.

Wow exciting.

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Chapter 9
The Citadel
December 1st, 2277
0015 Hours

Sergeant Adams slowly opened his eyes, and saw Private Clancy on the floor, obviously dead. He looked down at his body, no wounds. Looking from side to side, all he could see was Corporal Griffin on the floor and Elder Lyons looking at the dead body of Clancy.

Before Adams could say anything, he heard a familiar crackle of laughter.

“Hahaha!”

Turning his head towards the door, he spotted Jackson standing there with a Sniper Rifle, muzzle still smoking.

“Crazy SOB…” mumbled Adams as he nodded his thanks towards the man. He quickly walked over to Griffin and began to help her up, just beginning to wake up.

“Old man, you’re beginning to test my patience.” He turned towards Elder Lyons, and kicked him down. He grunted as he hit the floor, and Adams walked up to him, lifted his boot high up in the air.

“You’ve already used your last words, so now it’s time to end this.”

Jackson giggled softly as the boot slammed straight into the head of the old man, splattering it. Griffin shook her head as she looked at him.

Griffin slowly walked over to the corpse of Clancy, and kneeled down beside his body, the hole in his chest was rather large. While the Sniper Rifles are outdated, their .308 rounds could punch a nasty hole through any armor at close range. He had been with them for almost a year now. Regardless of his confusing action to betray them, they still loved him as a brother in arms.

The radio chipped in, John Henry Eden wanted an update of the situation.

“Mr. President, Citadel secure, our squads are mopping up what’s left of the Brotherhood. How are the other offensives going, sir?”

“Just fine, Sergeant. America will be reborn again one day, especially now that we have completely taken out the Brotherhood on the East coast. We must focus our attention towards Super Mutants, Slavers, Talon Company, and anything else in our way for a better future. How’s Elder Lyons?”

“He’s taken care of, Mr. President.”

“Was he any trouble in the end?”

Adams looked over at Clancy, and then at Griffin. She understood what he was thinking, and nodded at him.

“He killed one of my men, sir. He died a hero, though.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Sergeant. Round up with Lieutenant Pebbles for orders.”

“Yes, Mr. President.” Adams signaled towards Griffin and Jackson to move out.

They moved along, silently, without talking. No one dared to bring up the subject of why Clancy would have done something like that, or where the hell Jackson has been. Adams tried to look on the bright side: they were still alive, did their mission, and found out who’s truly loyal. However, the taint of betrayal and deception truly hurts more than mere quick feeling joys of accomplishment.

Moving heavily and slowly down the Citadel, Echo squad—what was left of Echo squad, watched as the remaining Brotherhood members were rounded up and executed. A few were taken prisoner due to their info on Liberty Prime, Tesla Cannons, and such. A Vertibird flew in slowly, and touched down on what was left of the charred and destroyed courtyard. Large, billowing smoke clouds rushed through the destroyed buildings like a hellish rage, and into the air.

Lieutenant Pebbles walked out of the Vertibird, with his uniform crisp as it could be, his boots polished to a shine that a drill sergeant would fallen in love with, and his hat put cleanly into place perfectly on his head. He smiled a small, sly smile. For Adams, this was the first time he has been Pebbles so relaxed.

Pebbles walked over to Adams, Adams saluted.

“Sir, Elder Lyons taken care of as ordered.”

“Very good, Sergeant. Very good. First, I need to tell you something about Clancy.” he looked behind the squad, around the destroyed courtyard for the young private.

“Sir?” asked Adams.

“I tried to warn you earlier, but you left too early. A few months ago, before he joined Echo Squad, he betrayed his team for a few Brotherhood initiates to escape from captivity. A court marshal was going to be held, but in the recent events, we did not have the time and dropped the charges. I just wanted you to know that.” Pebbles frowned.

“Sir… Clancy did not survive the assault.” Replied Adams softly

Pebbles eyes widened, he took one deep breath and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Sergeant.”

“It’s alright, sir.” Adams was hoping to get off the subject of Clancy. “What are our orders?”

Lieutenant Pebbles smiled. “We have two Operations upcoming. Operation Fire Storm and Operation Ice Storm. Fire Storm will be the assault on vault 87, while Ice Storm an assault on the DC ruins. Since the Brotherhood is completely dismantled here on the East coast, we can finally take out the Super Mutants, Ghouls, and any other unfit mutation with ease.”

Two nearby Vertibirds flew by in close formation, causing the wind to blow through the hellish sprouts of smoke. This caused Jackson to giggle for a few seconds softly. Adams ignored him and relaxed for a moment, thinking to himself.”

“Which one are we going on, sir?”

Pebbles did a smirk. “Your choice, Sergeant.”

Fire Storm.

Fire then Ice

Yes I think getting rid of the muties is WAY more important than clearing out a destroyed city. Cut them off from the source.

Fire Storm.

Since you all said requested it, here's the chapter about Operation Fire Storm.

Chapter 10
Vertibird Hope
December 14th, 2277
0615 Hours

The barren wasteland stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. Adams watched with interest at the never ending desert. It has been exactly two weeks since the Brotherhood was completely wiped out and Clancy’s betrayal, though it felt like it was merely yesterday. In that time, Griffin and Adams were able to train and get improved gear and armor.

Jackson, though, was still someone insane. The doctors were able to diagnose a few of the problems, so he’ll at least quit giggling as much and having a death wish when facing enemies.

Looking around the air-tight cabin with his brand new Tesla Armor, Adams glanced at his two new rooks. Private White and Private Simpson, both fresh from boot camp, and green as grass. White bounced his leg up and down, anticipating the first mission. Simpson was laying her head back with her helmet off, for she always complained that seeing with it was impossible for her, and only had it on for combat situations. She even got in trouble in boot camp once for not wearing her helmet when at assembly, because she did not like it.

Her brown eyes were rather beautiful and dark, while her black hair was cut short per military protocol. She had light brown skin, and a small scar on her right cheek. While White on the other hand was a large man with rather big, friendly eyes. His strength always made him an expert in hand to hand combat, though not the best for sneaking. Sky blue eyes while his hair was black as well and shaved completely off his head to save room for his helmet, since he was a bit bigger than the armor designers had in mind.

Ever since Adams chose Operation Fire Storm he has felt a little bit weird. That horrible taint of betrayal from Clancy, the feeling of victory over the Brotherhood, confusion over Jacksons sanity, and now these new recruits he must watch over.

What made matters even worse was that Private Simpson seemed to have a crush on him, though he did not understand why. He wasn’t interested in relationships, just to get America back on her feet. Every few minutes, she would sneak a view or two towards him and quickly look away. He even swears that once he thought he saw her peaking into the locker room once when he was taking a shower a few days ago at the outpost.

Whatever the reason, he would not pursue it. While she was rather beautiful, she was too new to the job to realize how messed up veterans such as himself were too messed up in the head. The depression, stress, and nightmares of day-to-day basis made him afraid of a commitment. There was also the fact she was in his squad, and that may interfere with decisions if they became personal.

“Five minutes out from the landing zone, possible hot-drop along with lethal radiation levels, prepare yourself.” Crackled the radio from the pilot. Hope did a sharp turn to the left, making the inside bounce around like a bouncing ball. White was bounced up and hit his head against the wall, cursing and then rubbing his head before putting his helmet back on.

“Jerk.” Mumbled White.

“Stow it.” Barked Adams. Adams green eyes shot a cold look of steel into White’s, and the trooper quickly looked away and put his helmet on.

Another quick turn happened. This time, it was Griffin who was unprepared, and she accidently slid right on top of Adams. She quickly got up, apologized, and helped him up. Simpson did a quick little “hmph” and looked away, annoyed.

Adam rolled his eyes back, and wished that he could at least once get a damn ride in a Vertibird that wasn’t trying to either kill him, annoy him, or piss him off.

“We’re landing, prepare to pop the hatch.” Barked the co-pilot. The pilot pressed a few buttons and the hatch hissed open while they were still a good dozen feet over the ground, and slowly lowered done. The heat rushed in, scorching Adams. He grumbled, and when the Vertibird was two feet off the ground, he jumped out first. Soon, the rest of his squad followed with their gear in hand. When they were all out, he banged on Hope’s side to signal that it was clear for them to take off.

“Echo squad, move out. Possible enemies may be in the area, and lethal radiation levels.”

Hope soared above them, engines wailing as it took off and flew into the distance. Dust flew all around as if dancing through the air, clouding Adams vision momentarily. He looked at his HUD’s map and followed it in the direction of Vault 87. Before they arrived, they noticed a lot of Super Mutant corpses, and a long road stretching towards the gate, filled with what appeared to be radiation. Adams stepped only a few feet towards the road, and the radiation on his counter skyrocketed, so he quickly moved back.

“Lethal radiation levels ahead, pop the E-RRG and Rad-x.”

E-RRG stood for Experimental, Radiation Resistant Gel. This gel is issued into all new Power Armor for troopers to use that would flow through their armor, providing resistance to radiation by absorbing and blocking it. Though not completely fail-proof, and experimental, so Rad-X was still necessary to have extra protection.

The team did as they were told, and begin to follow him through the radiation infected field. All around them were skeletons and some shadows permanently imprinted into the dirt and rocks. This was a site where a nuke went off, and some unlucky people tried to rush to the vault, only to be locked out and caught literally right inside the blast, leaving their mark of where their bodies once stood before being vaporized on rocks and walls as “shadows.”

The Skeletons were obvious from people who tried to enter the vault after the bombs fell, without realizing that it was full of radiation to even attempt to get close to it. By the time they were near, they were too far gone to survive.

Adams looked all around, and noticed a shadow of what appeared to be a man holding hands with a child imprinted on a nearby boulder near the entrance of Vault 87. This sent a chill through his body, and he looked away. They reached the door; however, it was sealed shut.

“Echo Squad to Zeus. We have arrived at Vault 87, though the door is sealed shut. Can you help us our, sir?”

He waited a second, before sounds of an alarm turned on, lights started blaring, and a disturbing sound of metal screeching against metal was made as the large vault door was slowly opened. He smiled, and walked inside. “Thank you, Zeus. We’re proceeding inside now.”

“You’re welcome, my fine boy. Good luck” Chirped the President cheerfully.

Entering the Vault was a disturbing site to say the very least. There was gore everywhere and blood, typical looks of a place Super Mutants would stay. They quietly moved forward, leaving the door open. They would need it to retreat quickly if ambushed or overrun. Who knows how many Mutants could be lurking here, or what else in Gods name there could be.

They had to be quick and fast. It was a simple task; clear a path towards the main reactor, and plant multiple plasma bombs to it, and evacuate while letting the President activate an old subroutine in the reactor, activating the plasma bombs, which should destroy the Vault. At least, in theory that is.

Down the hallway, they spotted the wastelands biggest and most wanted person for the Enclave. The terrorist towards the rebuilding of America, the one dubbed as the “Lone Wander.”

“Open fire!”

i just read all of them and surprisingly i enjoyed it keep up the good work mate :tops:

Wonderful! Simply Wonderful. I thought we might see the Lone Wanderer at some point. I like the way you have continued the story after the end of FO3. Keep up the good work.

I missed four chapters thinking there had been nothing but comments :facepalm:
This is a great story Gutsy, can't wait to read the next chapter. I loled a bit when you introduced Lt. Pebbles.

I don't see how they're gonna take out the Player Character! This is gonna be silly... but in a good way!

Thanks all! I'll get to work on the next chapter here soon, doesn't take me long to make them, just need to figure out ideas and whatnot.



My story! The Player Character needs to die!