*Warning: The following story has bits and pieces from Broken Steel, The Pitt, and the end game, user beware.*

America’s Last Hope

Prologue
Capital Wasteland
November 25th, 2277
0800 Hours

The sun began to rise over the lifeless land known as the Capital Wasteland. Sergeant Adams was leading the small squad of a dozen Enclave soldiers in Advanced Power Armor Mk II. They were tired, weak, and demoralized after having Raven Rock destroyed and recently Adams Air Force Base. Now, the Enclave was forced to regroup any chance they were given to be able to resupply and figure out what to do next.

Sand blew softly in the wind, while the sun blazed scorching heat down on the small squad. Sergeant Adams stopped moving for a second, and looked around. His tall, fit body in Tesla Armor was an imposing site as the sunrise shined on his armor. Something was not right in the air, and he could feel it. Using his hand in a quick, slicing motion, he ordered the dozen soldiers to hold still. Turning around to face his squad, he clicked on his radio to his team.

“Corporal White and Private Washington, move forward and check out that hill.” Adams pointed towards the hill on the west that was slightly taller than a one story building.

“Yes, sir!” replied both of them in usion. They both marched up the hill, laser rifles drawn. Adams could sense it in his gut something was wrong. As both of them reached the top, they scanned the area for a few moments, and could not see anything. “Sir, I see nothing.” Announced Private Washington.

“Can’t see anything here, Sarge.” Confirmed White, as he was beginning to walk back towards the Sergeant. Adams’ exhaled softly to himself. He was glad that his hunch was wrong; it normally was not, however. As Washington was taking one last view of the surrounding area, and decided to move a little bit farther up the hill, when a small beeping noise was heard near him. He looked down, and saw a small, round object below him.

Before Washington could move, the round object exploded in a ball of fire, setting the Private on fire and blew him in half from the waist down, shooting fiery shrapnel in all directions. Corporal White cursed and jumped away from the explosion, before a shrapnel piece sliced through the air where he was at just a second ago. The member of the squad quickly got down as a second explosion happened. This one, however, was from a rocket, which soared only a few feet above Private Grey’s head.

Gunfire erupted from two neighboring hills, light arms fire, possibly assault rifles and SMG’s. However, the missile’s being launched at the team was bad news. “Return fire!” roared Adams as he began to reach for his plasma grenade. Another missile flew by, this one hitting Private Fielding dead one into his chest, spraying gore everywhere when it impacted, and injuring Corporal White whom was nearby.

Adams swore, and turned his radio on to a distress channel for the Enclave personal. “Command, command, come in. This is Echo Squad, we’re under fire and have men down. We’re pinned down and request immediate assistance!” As he was finishing up his sentence, he threw his plasma grenade as hard and far as he could, and watched as it landed near one of the attackers on the hill, blowing them away in a green blur. “We’re near the MDPL-13 Power Station. I repeat, we need assistance ASAP!”

“Roger Echo Squad, we have a Vertibird enroute to your location. Hang tight.” Replied Command.

“White’s badly hurt, and I’m out of stimpacks! Damn it, someone come and help me!” yelled Corporal Griffin as she was furiously trying to stop the bleeding. She grabbed the stimpack Private Johnson tossed to her, and began injecting White with the stimpack.

“Echo Squad, the Vertibird is closing in on your location, ETA two minutes. Hold on there.”

Sergeant Adams continued to fire his plasma rifle as fast as he could towards the hills. He yelled for Private Jones and Private Johnson clear a landing zone for the Vertibird. As he was watching them running over to a large open area and beginning to flare the spot, he noticed another shadowy object on the other hill holding something that looked a lot like a missile launcher, however, something was different about the looks of the weapon. It was still too dark to get a clear visual as to what it was.

Then, the weapon launched, but what it launched was rather slow, big, and fat…

“[censored]! Johnson, Jones, get your asses back here!” he barked as loud as he could. They both turned and looked at the Sergeant before the large object impacted near them, engulfing them in a blinding, deafening nuclear explosion. It was a Fat Man. Adams watched in horror as they were completely gone the second the mushroom cloud disappeared. He yelled for them all to fire at the man with the devastating weapon. Sadly, it was no hope, as the figure began to reload for a second launch.

However, just before the figure launched the Fat Man, another blinding explosion happened, this time a green one, and on the hill where the figure once stood. Soon, the other hill exploded as well in another green blinding light. Adams looked up and saw the Vertibird carpet bombing the hills.

“This is Vertibird Fire Storm, I’m preparing to make a hot landing. Get your asses ready to load up.” Yelled the pilot over the radio to the surviving Enclave soldiers. Soon, Corporal Griffen and Sergeant Adams lifted Corporal White up and began carrying him towards the landing zone. The Vertibird touched down, and the remaining surviving Enclave personal rushed towards it, with Private Grey bringing up the rear. Before he could get to the Vertibird, a missile detonated next to him.

Adams looked back to look for Grey, but where he once stood was nothing but a scorch mark in the ground. Adams cursed under his breath and told the pilot to get them the hell out of there. As the Vertibird took off, Adams counted who was remaining. Only six left, including him. Damn, 50% of his team wiped out by most likely some brotherhood jerks that wanted to stage an ambush.

“Griffin, how’s White?”

She turned back towards him, and gave shook her head. He was gone, too.

“Damnit!” he yelled, and took off his helmet and threw it against the wall. This was not what he wanted. These simple patrols are becoming more and more dangerous lately. He sighed, and closed his eyes, trying to sooth himself. However, when he tried to close his eyes, all he could see is his men being killed before his eyes. He sighed, and looked out the window. They were approaching the base. Maybe there he and his team could get some much needed R&R.

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Feedback would be great. This is my first fanfic, so I\'m unsure as to if it\'s up to snuff and such for most posters here. Should I continue, or scrap it?

Anyone have any feedback? Good? Bad? Horrible? Should I continue writing, or scrap it? Etc, etc. Anyone? come on.

Patience.

The forum goes quiet at times but once the regulars get here they will comment on it, maybe no one has said anything because there is nothing to criticise although it has been viewed plenty of times.

Good start to the story, pretty action packed and well written - keep going.

I thought it was well written, and very action-y, continue.

Hehe, sorry Rohugh. Also, thanks you two.

Chapter 1
Outpost Eden
November 27th, 2277
1200 Hours

Sergeant Adams walked around the outpost, trying to clear his head. It had been two days since he lost over half his squad, and one day since their funerals. All that remained was Corporal Griffin, Private Ward, Corporal Shields, Private Clancy, and himself. He asked a day earlier at the outpost's commanding officer to be able to get replacements. Sadly, the Enclave was too shorthanded on personal to be able to spare any. With him and his squad having nothing to do, he just decided to walk around.

"Sarge?"

He turned around, Corporal Griffin was behind him. She was around 5'7", with beautiful blue eyes and dirty blond hair. Her light skin was very pale due to spending a lot of time in her Power Armor. Griffen looked rather down, and Adams could tell she had something to ask.

"Yes, Griffin?"

"Sir, I have a question to ask you. With all that has happened lately? Raven Rock, Adams Air Force Base, our squad? do you believe that we have enough personal to continue the Enclave here on the west coast?"

Adams was about to reply with his normal "That kind of talk isn't welcome here" type of remark, but he knew Griffin for a while, and did not want to [censored] her or anyone on his squad for that matter. They were his family, a slowly dying family. "Griffin? I do not know what to tell you. All I can say is this; we'll just have to give it our best. We're America's last hope at freedom and all she stands for. We are the Enclave, we are the best."

She nodded, understanding. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, now go wake up the others. We're about to go on another patrol."

"Sir, yes sir!" She saluted crisply and did a quick about-face.

Adams smiled, and walked off towards the Armory. When he got there, he asked for his weapon, ammo, and armor. After suiting up, he then walked towards the landing zone, and waited for his squad mates to arrive. While he was waiting, a lieutenant walked up towards him with a pace that could make any man move out of their way. Adams saw the lieutenant and quickly saluted. The lieutenant returned the salute casually.

"Sergeant Phil Adams?" inquired the lieutenant. He was tall, in shape, with a high and tight haircut. His eyes were piercing black.

"Yes, sir!"

"I have orders for you from the CO. You and your squad are going to be deployed in DC, near the Capitol building. Your orders: Clear the area, and await further instructions."

"Sir, the DC ruins, especially near the Capitol, is a heavy combat zone. We'll need a lot of support, and weapons to handle such a task. Not including more men, five against the mutants and god knows what else?"

"Don't worry; the Vertibird is loaded with some extra firepower. The usual big guns, such as missile launchers, Fat Man's, the works. Also, you'll have two need add-ons to your team. Two special operation soldiers, trained to get things done without questions asked. Corporal Brown and Corporal Jackson."

"Sir, what are our rules of engagement?"

"Hostiles are KOS, no prisoners, and civilians are expendable. Let nothing stand in your way when it comes to getting the job done." He did another casual salute, and turned around, leaving.

Adams waited there while the rest of his squad was grouping up. He told them what the lieutenant told him. As they waited, two Corporals in heartless black armor, dubbed "Hellfire" armor, walked up, and did a perfect salute in usion, not even moving a muscle while waiting for Adam to return the salute. These soldiers were trained to the core and had propaganda washed into their mind since they were young. They were a new, experimental group of soldiers.

These new soldiers, named "NQA's" (No Questions Asked, as they will follow any and all orders to the letter. No matter what personal feelings may get in the way. Whatever their officer tells them, they believe as the truth and will do it.), are very successful. However, there have been complications with the works, so only around twenty five percent are actually turned into a true NQA, the rest are just average soldiers.

They have been given advanced training in every possible area, and can endure fighting and pain longer than any other soldier. Their will can also never be broken, as it has been implanted in their mind. They have both been given special armor, enhancements, and weapons. Such as their new Tesla Cannons on their back stolen from the Brotherhood of Steel, and experimental Tesla Pistols on their side, which is a new technology that the Enclave scientists recently developed after gathering a few Tesla Cannons.

"Alright, everyone get your asses on board, and kiss your butt bye-bye-bye!" barked the Vertibird pilot. Adams was the last to enter. He now has a new rule: first to leave the bird, and last to enter. After what happened to Private Grey on the patrol, he will not leave anyone to risk anything to cover the rear.

They loaded onto the Vertibird, the same one that rescued them a few days earlier, "Fire Storm," was the birds' name. They all sat down, and began chatting with one another while flying towards their destination. However, the two NQA's did not talk at all. Instead, they worked on their weapons, which a few of the members looked every now and then at the amazing tech, including the pilot sneaking in a few peaks once in a while.

A few minutes away from the drop zone, the Vertibird began making sharper moves. Adams looked out the window and saw some Super Mutants firing at them with crude weapons. A minute later, the pilot gasped.

"What the hell is THAT?" yelled the pilot.

Adams and all the squad members of the squad turned their heads to look out the main window, and saw something shocking and horrifying; a Super Mutant Behemoth, charging towards the Vertibird. The pilot tried to climb up as fast as he could; however, it was no use. The Behemoth swung a large metal pole and struck the Vertibird in the rear.

The force knocked everyone on their side, and the Vertibird began to lose altitude. Loud, deafening sounds began to echo through the interior. The engines wailed as they lost power, yet struggling as best they could. The pilot cursed as he tried the best he could to aim towards a suitable landing zone of a building's roof. The Vertibird went in too fast, and slammed on the building's roof on the side, tearing the left wing off.

Sadly, the craft continued to slide, and soon fell off the building and plunged towards the ground. Fire Storm crashed straight into the ground. The impact suddenly caused a neighboring building of one story to collapse from the force, and some of it landed on top of the aircraft, leaving the aircraft stuck on its left side, with small fires and debris all around the crash site.

All the squad members were thrown around inside the hull, and lay around the interior. Adam tried to lift his head up, but he was too tired and weak, and put his head down, slowly closing his eyes. The last thing he could remember before passing out is hearing the Behemoth making a loud, heartless cry that would cause anyone to flee from fear.

Good stuff. Very good stuff.

Nice man, good chapter

Very well done. Looking forward to the next chapter.

Very nice work. I'm looking forward to the next installments.

This is one of the few stories I can read through and stay interested in. There are a couple of sentences that I would have rephrased - but I am not writing it. Good one.

Thanks all, means a lot to me. And Rohugh, you're just saying that. Also, if anyone has any suggestions a to rewriting a sentence or so, wording, grammar, whatnot, just let me know. Feedback would be awesome. I wish to improve so everyone may enjoy my story better.

Chapter 2
DC Ruins
November 25th, 2277
1600 Hours

"[censored]! Johnson, Jones, get your asses back here!" He tried to yell for them to get back from the landing zone. He knew that they would never react in time. So he ran towards them, as fast as he could. Griffin yelled for him to stop, but he continued to run towards them. He tackled them both and pushed them away just before the mini-nuke landed next to him. A pure, blinding light engulfed him. His entire body was scorching hot, and he wanted to yell, but it was no use.

"Sergeant? You awake?" Corporal Shields nudged Adams.

Adams awoke from his nightmare. To his dismay, waking up was no more of a relief, due to the pain in his leg and throbbing headache. He grunted, and then sighed as he was helped to sit up. "Report?" he ordered.

"We're about five minutes walking distance from our destination. Fire Storm is completely trashed. The pilot, co-pilot and Private Ward did not survive the crash. Private Clancy and Griffin are in some minor pain, stimpacks have been administered, and they'll be fine. The NQA's are hard as steel, no damage, at least visibly. I bet they're hurting like hell inside that armor, but those tough SOB's never show any weakness. Also, give me one second while I apply this stimpack, your leg got cut a little bit shrapnel."

As he watched Shields give him the stimpack, his mind was trying to recover everything that happened before the crash. He looked around, wondering where the Behemoth was. This caused his headache to hurt more, but when Shields injected the stimpack, the pain began to go away. His mind soothed from the pain going away, helping his headache go away. "Corporal, the hell is that Behemoth?"

"No idea, sir. After we crashed, I guess he couldn't find us between the buildings and the fact the building near the crash site collapsed on the bird, possibly hiding it from the greenies' view. Though most likely it's still nearby somewhere, as they do not travel far daily." Corporal Shields then got up and walked over towards the NQA's and asked them if they wanted a stimpack, both of them ignored his question and continued to check out their equipment making sure their Tesla weapons were in top condition.

Adams stood up slowly, and walked over to Private Clancy and Corporal Griffin, asking them how they're holding up. Griffin looked up and nodded, while Clancy replied "It's just a flesh wound, Sarge." Adams smiled, and walked back over to the crash. He surveyed the wreck, Fire Storm was totaled. Frowning, he walked inside the bird and looked around. Seeing the three bodies inside made me sick. He looked away, and began unloading some of the ammo and weapons off the Vertibird, what little left there was.

After getting most of the weapons off that he could, he checked out his armor. The helmet was cracked and wasted, so he tossed it away. The air of the downtown DC ruins was a dreadful one. Full of death, burning flesh, odor, and other smells that one should not smell, especially in such quantities. It took him a little while to get used to the smell, but he had a mission to continue.

"Sarge, you could always use Ward's helmet?"

He looked back at Corporal Ward's dead body, and shuddered. While bodies normally does not affect him, the idea of looting one of his own, his own family, was just wrong to him. Even though Ward would want him to, he just shook his head no. Adams wanted to be able to give them all a proper funeral, but there was no time, so he and the squad put the Vertibird on fire, so at least it could not be scavenged by dreaded Super Mutants. The dead should be left untouched.

"Echo Squad lets move forward. We'll have to move South, about five minutes' worth of a walk. Corporal Shields, call in Command, tell them we've suffered a small snag, but we're on our way to the destination." He barked towards Shields. While Adam disliked yelling at his team, especially when they did nothing wrong, he had to show them no fear, and that they had to know their leader knew what the hell he was doing. The minute they suspect their leader has lost it, morale would drop as fast as their Vertibird did.

Shields' nodded, and did as he was told. Soon, they left the crash site, and wondered around buildings silently. One building was an old, destroyed school. Adams imagined children having a joyful time, no fear, and no death. All that changed when the bombs fell, and most of them had their childhood swept away. America was such a beautiful country before all this happened.

A small sound cracked from the neighboring room, which caused the two NQA's to quick pull out their Tesla pistols and get into a firing position. Adams put his hand up in the air in a fist, to signal to the team to halt. They waited silently, and hear a clanking sound. Loud, heavy footsteps, and loud breathing.

"Muties?" whispered Griffin, she aimed her Laser Rifle at the doorway and waited.

A large, bulky green Super Mutant walked through the door, yawning. Carrying on its back was a large hammer, which has blood dripping off the end softly. The two NQA's waited till Adams nodded to them, which they both fired their Tesla pistols at the same time. Two small, blue lights zipped through the air, both impacting the mutant in the head. The Tesla caused the Super Mutants' head to tear straight off as the body was being vaporized in a dust of blue.

This alerted the next door Mutants, which all yelled and charged through the door. Adams yelled for them to open fire, and so all the squad did, tearing all of them down in either grey piles of ash, green piles of goo, and blue dust. Soon, another Super Mutant came through the door, this one much larger than the others, carrying a Minigun.

"Found you!" yelled the Super Mutant Overlord in a loud, heavy voice. The Minigun crackled as it came to life, and began throwing out hundreds of rounds of bullets towards the team. Griffin jumped out of the way before the bullets pounded near her spot, while Private Clancy was hit on the side. Thankfully, the force of the bullets caused him to fall down, and the rest of the bullets to miss him. His Advanced Power Armor Mk II absorbed the bullets, but they left a nasty punch that caused him to lose his breath and become dizzy for a little bit.

Corporal Jackson pulled out his Tesla cannon, and fired straight into the Overlords chest. Amazing, the Overlord was still alive, and kicking. It aimed at Jackson, and fired. Jackson's NQA training kicked in and quickly dropped the cannon and dove towards the side, dodging the bullets in time. This caused Corporal Brown to get up and rush towards the Overlord, and jumped on top of it. Super Mutants were big bastards, and especially Overlords, but the Hellfire armor was much heavier, knocking the Overlord down.

It yelled and began to attempt to hit Brown. Brown blocked the attacks and quickly pulled out his Tesla pistol, and fired multiple times point-blank into the Overlords face, squirting blood all over Brown's Hellfire armor. Brown jumped up, put his foot up high, and slammed his boot straight down onto what was left of the Overlords head, to make sure it was down for good. A loud, disturbing crack was echoed through the building.

Jackson ran over to his Tesla cannon that he dropped, and noticed that the cannon was destroyed. The bullets from the Minigun tore through it in multiple areas, causing the Tesla to escape from the interior firing area, and melt the surrounding parts of the cannon, frying it.

He grunted, and walked over towards the Overlord and picked up the Minigun and ammo, then walked over to Corporal Griffin, and gave her the Minigun and ammo, while taking her Fat man that she was carrying. Griffin reluctantly gave it up, but knew the NQA could use it better than she could.

Adams sighed, and walked over to Clancy, he was just starting to get back up. However, none of them noticed a Super Mutant still left alive, grunting, and slowly moved over and picked up a fragmentation grenade, and pulled the pin. Corporal Brown heard this and quickly turned around, and saw the Mutie about to toss the grenade straight at Adams. He jumped, and landed on top of the Super Mutants arm, and forced it down. He struggled with the Mutant.

Adams and the squad turned around, just in time to watch the grenade go off, causing an explosion, blowing up both the Mutant and Corporal Brown. Jackson ran towards them, but he knew in his gut that Brown and the Mutant were gone. Still, Jackson and Brown, both born for NQA assignments, were best friends since children. He stood there, and looked over the mess of gore. He bent over, and picked up the helmet of Corporal Brown, and did not move.

For the first time since they met them, the squad heard the NQA talk. Even though it was just one word, it had a lot of feeling.

"No?" cried out Jackson.

No I am not. If you notice I don't often comment on fan fictions - unless it is a "grumpy moderator" post.

I will read the latest instalment tomorrow - too late at night for me.

Thanks, Rohugh! Makes me feel good knowing someone of your power like yourself enjoys reading my story. :tops:

This, I love it as Rohugh does, I'm just... Amazed, as well as that, good work Sergeant! You do the Enclave proud. Now what is it that I can do to convince them you need a promotion...

Hehe, thanks Andy. You all make this little new comer to the forums so happy in his heart.

Chapter 3
DC Ruins
November 25th, 2277
1630 Hours

They continued their walk towards the Capitol building in silence. Corporal Jackson walked slowly, gripping his weapon closely to his chest. He held the helmet of his fallen comrade in a nearby weapons pouch, making sure that he’ll always keep it close to him. Adams tried to talk to the NQA, making sure he was okay. The NQA refused to respond to Adams’ attempts at chat.

Adams gave up, and continued to lead the team. They slowly went from place to place, dodging Super Mutant patrols whenever they could. Though whenever Adams looked, Jackson had his weapon ready to fire on the Muties if Adams ever let him. He knew that Jackson wanted blood, but it was not worth risking the team over. He’ll help Jackson settle his fury back at the base.

Along the way, they heard sobbing. Adams ordered Clancy to investigate. Clancy returned a minute later, and reported a civilian tied up nearby with two Super Mutants guarding the hostage, most likely getting ready to ship her off to wherever Mutants take their hostages and become those horrible monsters.

He knew that the officer who gave him a chat before the mission told him that civilians were not a priority, and they were expendable when it came to situations like this. However, there were only two Mutants; it would only take a minute or less. Also, it might give Jackson a chance to vent some. “Squad, we’re rescuing the civilian. Move out.”

They slowly crept around the area, and scooped it out. “Jackson and Griffin: no heavy weapons. We don’t want to hit the civilian.” He barked to them while unlocking his Plasma Rifle from his back. They surrounded all the sides, and waited for Adams to give the signal.

“Now!” Adams barked.

Fire erupted from all sides. Laser, Plasma, and Tesla ripped through the air before the Super Mutants could tell what was going on. They both dropped quickly without even knowing what hit them. Adams quickly sprinted towards the civilian. She gasped, and tried to move away.

“You… you’re the Enclave! I heard about you from GNR! I know who you are! Stay away from me!” she cried.

Adams’ sighed; he knew this was to be expected. GNR, with its little host “Three-Dog” portrayed the Enclave as heartless evil bastards worse than the Super Mutants. It was all lies. The Brotherhood was the true evil ones. They refused to aid simple bystanders, and instead go for technology. They couldn’t even keep their own men in line, and soon there was were “Outcasts.”

“She doesn’t want our help, Sarge. Lets leave her to the Muties.” Mumbled Griffin. She looked down at the captive with disgust. Insulting her rescuers, she doesn’t deserve it. Griffin then looked at Jackson, who curb-stomped both of the Mutants bodies, to make sure they were dead for good, and to let go of some steam.

Adams ignored her, and moved slowly down to the captive, and began to untie her. She stopped crying, and looked down at her hands, and began to rub on her wrists where the ties dug deep into her skin only moments ago. Looking back up, she had the face of both confusion and relief. However, she quickly got up and ran away without saying a word.

“She won’t survive alone long, Sarge.” Stated Clancy.

“She has a better chance out there than being a captive.” Remarked Adams as he began to check around the encampment for supplies. Some stimpacks here, some ammo there. One thing stood out, a large, shiny object in the corner of the tent. Adams walked over to the object, bent down and inspected it. He turned towards Jackson, and smiled. “Hey Jackson, does your Fat man need some ammo?”

Soon, they continued on their way. Dodging past Mutant patrols whenever they could, and taking supplies at any opportunities that presented themselves. They reached the Capitol’s steps, and began clearing out Super Mutants along the way to make sure it was all clear. Jackson was clearly venting his anger, for he ignored any chance to use a weapon. Instead, he tackled the Mutants and used his fists to take them down, slowly pounding them to death, all the while yelling.

Along the way, they encountered a large create that had the Enclave symbol on it. Adams opened the box up, and found a transmitter device along with a GPS. He hooked up the transmitter.

“Echo Squad to command, do you read me?”

“Roger that Echo Squad, loud and clear. Report.”

“We’re down to four, low on ammo, and some are hurt a bit.”

“Acknowledged. Echo Squad, you are to take the GPS device and plant it at a suitable landing location for a mass drop of Enclave Vertibirds near the Capitol as close as possible. Then turn it on and radio us in that it’s clear for us to put our troops down. Then you’ll await further orders.”
“Roger that, Echo Squad out.”

Adams picked up the GPS device and transmitter and began carrying them towards the Capitol building. Jackson limped on with him, recently hurt after a few too many brawls with Super Mutants leaving him pretty banged up, but still had some fury left in him to continue doing it all day.

“Sarge, why the hell did they make us do all of this? Couldn’t they have just landed the troops? I mean it’s not rocket science to figure out where the Capitol is.”

“Clancy, if they did that, the Muties would probably take out a few birds, and dozens of soldiers. Not to mention how much chaos it would be without finding a proper landing site for them all to land and to be clear. We’re the recon team.”

“More like the expendable team.” Mumbled Griffin.

Jackson had nothing to add to the convocation, and so they continued up the steps. Surprisingly, there was some Talon Company Mercs here battling the Muties, which the Enclave rather enjoyed watching. Two enemies of the Enclave killing themselves off in such large quantities. Normally, Adams would enjoy watching the fight. However, he had a job to do, and they were in his way. They quickly fired and killed all the survivors of the battle.

Reaching the top, they found a large open area and planted the GPS and turned it on. Adams radioed in Command and gave them the all-clear. They waited for a few minutes. It would take the Vertibirds at least another good ten minutes to come here. So they prepared the landing zones by clearing the area of debris, and put up a few fortifications up in case the Super Mutants suddenly had a death wish to charge them.

Jackson looked up in the sky, and tapped Adams on the soldier, pointing towards the north. He looked up and saw over a dozen Vertibirds charging in a V formation towards the Capitol. In the sunset, it was a beautiful site against the skies.

Before they could savor the view, a loud, deafening yell was heard. They looked down, and saw an entire army of Super Mutants charging them across the land towards the Capitol. Behind them was two Super Mutant Behemoths, yelling in rage. Hungry for blood.

There was at least a hundred Super Mutants, maybe more. The large crowd made it impossible to count them all.

“Aw [censored]” cursed Griffin.

“Sarge, I think they’re pissed you let the captive go…” remarked Clancy.

“Shut it, Private.”

They all prepared themselves, ready for the incoming battle about to take place between Super Mutants and Enclave. By the time they land, the Mutants would be here.

Adams felt a knot in his gut from seeing the large amount of enemies, but was shocked when he heard a soft crackle of laughter coming from Jackson. He had his Fat man ready.

:clap: All I can say!

I'm simply stunned. This is brilliant work Gutsy, I'll be following it the entire way through. :tops:

This is excellent. Very well done. The only thing I see is the spelling of Capital, which is actually spelt Capitol instead. Apart from that minor error, I seriously do not see any problems. A great story. I hope you continue pumping these chapters out.

Thanks all! Also, AR, nice catch, hah! I'll fix that right away, mate.

Good Story, I'm thinking about writing something like that soon.

Also you're right, the Enclave is Americas Last Hope.

Thanks Reid. I try to get out on chapter every twelve hours at my best, if possible. Sorry if any of them are not that great. Like I said before, feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 4
Capitol Building
November 25th, 2277
1700 Hours

The Vertibirds began to fire some of their lasers at the Super Mutant horde that was rushing the landing zone. These were transport Vertibirds, not gunships. Their fire was weak and ineffective for the most part, but at least downed a few bastards. Jackson waited, silently giggling to himself.

Adams’ turned, and watched Jackson closely. Has he gone mad? Adams’ was worried. Having a trooper go mad is one thing, but a NQA, and one with a Fat man, is a different subject. This however, was no time to find out. He just had to trust the man with his life, which was a difficult thing to do.

“Jackson, how many mini-nukes do you have?” called out Adams.

Jackson turned towards his squad leader and held up five fingers. Jackson giggled softly and turned his attention towards the on-coming horde.

They waited, for what seemed to be an eternity, until they were finally close each to fire.

“Send them back to hell!” barked Adams. They fired at the Super Mutants while three Vertibirds began to land near them. A dozen troopers jumped out and rushed to their sides, just in time to watch Jackson fire his Fat man and land the mini-nuke dead center of the horde and take out a good 20 bastards in a blinding, pure, white light.

“Bravo Squad, charge the Muties!” yelled an Enclave soldier after leaving his Vertibird. His team had all close ranged weapons such as the flamer, shotguns, and rippers. The dozen soldiers charged with their leader past Echo Squad, and into a large group, spraying blood everywhere from the clash of man and freak.

A Vertibird dropped off some soldiers and ammo, and began to fly away. Before it got too far, two rockets impacted the side of the bird and ripped a large, gaping hole straight through it. The bird wailed and lost power, flying straight into a group of Mutant. The crash caused the nuclear reactor of the Vertibird to explode and engulfed a few Mutants and two soldiers from Bravo Squad.

Six more birds dropped off half a dozen soldiers each, and flew off, providing group support. Adams turned his attention towards Jackson. “Jackson! Fire at the Behemoths!”

Jackson laughed hard and fired one round at the first Behemoth. It hit the monster on the side of the arm, blowing it clean off. The large mutant roared in pain and dropped its weapon, while spraying blood over the battlefield. It roared, and charged Jackson. Jackson aimed again, and fired. The mini-nuke hit the Behemoth dead center in the chest, and tore it to bits. Gore flew through the air in all directions.

Jackson then prepared to fire another mini-nuke at the last Behemoth, however, a nearby grenade landed near him. He quickly jumped out of the way, but his Fat man was destroyed.

Adams watched this and yelled. Without that Fat man, there was almost no way of taking out that Behemoth along with all of those Muties. Jackson got up and began to use his Tesla pistol any chance he could.

Griffin fired her Minigun as fast as she could, cutting a swath through the oncoming wave of Super Mutants. Clancy ran over and began to perform aid to a fallen soldier who had a large laser burn through the chest of his armor.

Adams picked up a few grenades from a fallen comrade nearby, and began to toss them off as far and quickly as possible. He watched Bravo Squad—what was left of Bravo Squad anyway; hold the line while Alpha reinforced them.

Two neighboring troopers in Tesla Armor fired away their Gatling Lasers as fast as they could, melting down anyone unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire.

Adams looked as a Lieutenant was dropped off, his nametag said “Pebbles.” An odd last name, but Adams had heard worse. He ran over to the Lieutenant and saluted him.

“Sir, mind if I ask as to what the hell is going on here?”

“Sergeant, we are going to lock this area down, but first we need that Behemoth dead, and all his little bastards’ he calls friends.” Barked the Lieutenant as he ducked his head down from an oncoming burst of bullets.

Griffin ran over to Adams and told him that the last Behemoth was approaching, and almost there.

He sighed, and told her to give that big ugly every thing they have, we need him downed.

While they were about to fire on the Behemoth, the last Vertibird was about to drop off its supplies, when it was hit in the tail with a missile. The Vertibird spun out of control, with the radio’s lighting up “This is Vertibird Liberty, we’ve been hit. Losing all thrust and stabilization, we’re going in hard.” The pilot’s voice surprisingly calm, for being prepared and trained to handle such situations.

Liberty spun in circles while slowly lowering to the ground, sprouting smoke from the tail. The Behemoth stopped for a second to look at the Vertibird, just in time to get hit in the chest from Liberty. Liberty exploded in a nuclear fireball and the Behemoth roared and fell over.

The Enclave troops cheered and began to rush the fallen Behemoth for it could get back up, this was their chance. Jackson also took this chance. He ran down the steps, picked up a ripper that was laying on the ground, and jumped onto the Behemoths large, bulky green arm. He began to climb to the monsters head when it began to sit up.

Adams yelled for him to get back, but Jackson was in rage. The Behemoth noticed all the soldiers sounding it, and with one mighty swipe of its arm, sent at least five soldiers flying a good dozen feet into the air. They slammed into the ground, their bodies lifeless from the shock and force.

Jackson held onto the Behemoth the best he could while it began to stand up, and pulled out the ripper. He jammed it straight into the Behemoth’s eye. The creature roared loudly from pain, gushing blood over Jackson.

“For Brown!” chanted Jackson.

Jackson pulled out a Plasma grenade and tossed it down the Behemoths mouth as it was roaring. The Behemoth shook Jackson off with a powerful shake, and sent him flying back.

Jackson hit a large wall, and went limp, not moving at all. Adams yelled and ran towards him. The Behemoth turned towards Jackson, and was about to raise its weapon up high when the grenade exploded from the inside. The blast blew the neck apart, and sent the headless Mutant to the ground, clearly dead. The Enclave troops cheer.

Adams reached Jackson, and began to administer stimpacks the best he could. He felt Jacksons’ pulse; it was extremely weak, almost to the point of death. Adams turned his radio on.

“I need a Med-Evac, NOW!” roared Adams. Griffin and Clancy ran over to him and surrounded Jackson. They helped to give him stimpacks and healing agents the best they could.

Adams held Jackson in his arms, yelling for that Med-Evac.

“Jackson, don’t you die on me!” He couldn’t handle another loss of his squad and his true family.

Well this is all very frantic - do we get a chapter where we can catch our breath?

Haha, sorry. I just like writing and have a lot of free time, besides I prefer writing down my ideas before I forget them, so that ends up with me getting around one chapter every twelve hours or so. If everyone wants, I can slow it down to one chapter a day or so.

No problems with the frequency of the chapters, I was really remarking that it was very action orientated - perhaps a chapter to develop the characters a little more as all we have seen so far is them in action, no real personalities or back stories have developed.

Don't worry, I'm planning on to possibly the next chapter since they succeeded in their job of getting the Capitol.