After the schism things between the brotherhood and the Outcasts were peaceful, the Outcasts patroled and kept the wasteland safe and the BoS stayed in the ruins of DC. The two groups knew to say out each other's way, and confratations rarely happened, however after the purifier was started the Brotherhood rose in power, with a fresh supply of initiates ready for battle and a steady steam of fresh water and weapons Elder Lyon's Began two become more aggresive with his policies, Lyon's began sending troops out into the wasteland and more and more problems arose between the two, upon seeing the black and red power armor clad soldiers intiates were becoming quick on the trigger and harsh fire fights arose which the highly skilled Outcasts quickly dispatched the poorly trained Brotherhood soldiers, to rival this elevation of force that Elder Lyon's had established Protector Casdin, leader of the Outcasts, began training 100 new men, which generally weren't aloud to join, but the lack of manpower and the situation with the brotherhood it was nessecary, but the difference with Casdin's new troops was that the were trained much more efficiently and the Outcasts' numbers grew and they began sending men into the capitol where the fighting was intense, this rivalry was drainig the resources of both factions and a war seemed imminent. A attack by the brotherhood on Fort independence seems probable and the Outcasts were ready as the robots that they have used to add to their numbers have now been added to amost every squad, and preparing for a counter attack as well.

Rules:

1. What i say goes

2. No making you character do like a backflip then kill eighty men with a repellent stick (I think you know what I'm getting at)

3. Proper grammar is encouraged, but not mandatory

4. Have fun guys!!

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IC: Daniel rose as his new squad stood before him, he had everyone assemble right out in front of Fort Independence, Daniel and Casdin had assembled over 300 men who were now fortifying the area around the fort, Fairfax had been cleared a few days ago, just so there weren't to be any suprises.

"Ok men, welcome to squad bravo, you are under the command of Protector Daniel Thompson, now to debrief you, our scouts have located the main force of the Brotherhood. They think the probable route of attack will be up the road right in front there," daniel pointed across the bridge into the narrow canyon, "Also through the ruins of fairfax there. The brotherhood have severly underestimated us men, the do not recognize the size of our force. We are going to show them just they are messing with. I want Defender Jenda, Defender Godfrey and Defender Comara you are to establish a perimeter around the canyon and defend the road at all costs, The rest of you are to set up on the bridge to defend the road coming from fairfax, and i will join you on the bridge, along with Casdin. I don't want any heriocs today got it? This will be a long war, and I don't need any of you dying before it have even started, get to your posts soldiers, Move!"

Great. Once again Defender Layne Deckard was surrounded by recruits, fresh-faced Brotherhood dropouts that would most likely be some lucky Knight's first kill of the battle. Oh well, dog-eat-dog world and all that.

Defender Layne would curse under his breath after hearing his orders. He wanted to be one of the men setting up a perimeter, as they were the most likely to see action. Defending the bridge seemed like a cop out, something to make the recruits feel important while not putting their lives at risk. All the same he'd head toward the barricades set up across the bridge, crouching down behind one of them and placing his M-16's barrel on top it, using it as a sort of make-shift tripod.

It had been weeks since he'd seen real battle, having slaughtered countless untrained and unskilled raiders during sweeps in Fairfax. The Brotherhood was made up of a bunch of cowards, politicians and idealistic fools, but they could certainly provide a decent fight. Hopefully his arch-enemy, a Paladin by the name of Jericho Kross would show up to the fight so Layne could get a little biblical justice, as he so fondly referred to it. Kross was responsible for Layne being framed all those years ago, causing him to lose his rank, honor and the respect of his peers.

Needless to say, revenge would be sweeter then sugar at this point.

Chase grinned under his helmet at Protector Thompson's orders. He'd be establishing the perimeter eh? That means honors of first contact might be his. Excellent. He made his way through the crowd of soldiers and towards the canyon, but took a quick detour before reaching it's mouth. He hopped up onto a rock, then made his way along a very narrow ledge until reaching the top. Here, he had a good view of his surroundings. Well, most of his surroundings. If there was someone already in the canyon he probably wouldn't be able to see him, but he could see most other areas. The top was pretty barren though, with almost no cover. Which meant an enemy sniper would most likely have a bead on his at all times.

He walked along the top until coming up to a small outcropping of rocks, which he sat down it as he prepared his weapons for a possible battle. He was really looking forward to killing some of the idiots that made up the Brotherhood these days. Filled to the brim with locals and worthless initiates, they would be pushovers in comparison to the military might commanded by Casdin. The only potential problem Chase Comara could see was encountering the Lyons' Pride. They might be trouble if they were deployed, but it would be a great honor to kill one in battle. Chase looked forward to the opportunity.

Jenda felt a great feeling inside him. Time for war, time to die. Walking quickly to the road, Jenda setup his "binoculars" and searched the area. Nice spot over there. As he reached the spot, he was able to see most of his comrades, and a good sight of the battlefield too. Setting up his weapons he just kept thinking... war, war, war Time to kill these stupid brotherhood retards, not doing what they have too, scavenging technology. This gonna be a great night...

OOC: Ummm, Warrior did i accept you yet? No I don't think so, don't be an idiot

I sighed, shifting my weapons from my back to my grip. I didn't like the idea of what was going to happen, all I had was a laser rifle and pistol, like I'd be able to hold off a soldier with THAT. I didn't complain though, I headed up to the bridge and set myself up against a sandbag. I kept my laser pistol in it's holster while I kept my rifle in my hands. I wasn't planning on letting go, I took the remains of the weapon that I'd found 2 months ago from my pack. I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration as I tried to put it together, it wasn't easy but I was getting there.

I looked at all the others that were with me, I was one of the only Defender's among the Recruits. I chuckled, that was typical, I still wasn't trusted after 13 years. I pulled my rifle apart quickly and cleaned the lenses, I did the same with my pistol. I wasn't in the mood for this to be my last day, I doubted anyone else wanted that either. I sighed, wondering about what was going to actually HAPPEN. We seemed to be holding back and waiting for them to come to us, that seemed stupid considering that we should just be attacking them pre-emptively.

I sighed and continued sitting there, watching the general hubub going between the Recruits, they were laughing and carrying on. I wanted to see how they'd react to a mans leg getting blown apart...

Brownings had taken to standing under the bridge behind the sandbags, watching the raod ahead. It had been some time since he had seen a true battle, he hadn't been station at Independence much, usually on wasteland patrols, seeing what they could scavanage of the past. A nervous recruit was standing nearby, like most of the recruits, most likely a former merc, but none of them had really taken on Lyon's Brotherhood, but he wasn't suprised. The power armour the brotherhood wore was intimidating to those who hadn't seen it before, the size of it, and not being able to see any emotion of the man or women inside.

Brownings straightened up, watching the road, watching for the coming storm.

Jonathan set up on a ridge over looking the battlefield. He looked at he recruits through the scope "Hmm these guys don't know what their getting into. Hell most of Lyons Bos would know these guys are new, their armor is still in pristine condition unlike most defenders I doubt that they would be scared even with the amount of troops. Why would they if they're all rookies who cant shoot straight. " Jonathan relaxed, even if they couldnt hit anything by themselves a hundred troops all shooting at once was bound to hit something.

After a few minutes of nothing he decided to check on the perimeter. Jonathan turned on the radio in his helmet "Chase you guys see anything yet. its getting kinda boring up here with all these rookies." As he said that he head a gunshot he quickly turned to see what had caused it "[censored] rookies, I thought they had been trained. Cant even hold a gun right." "Chase nothing wrong here some rookie just misfired."

Enrique was not really bored, more like tired. He was tired of standing around in the heat of the Sun and warmth caused by the surrounding rookies. He had his pistol in his hands ready for a quick kill if any Brotherhood showed up.

It seemed like hours passed by; he felt an annoying pain in his back. He saw no Brotherhood coming and everyone else was just talking amongst each other. He thought to himself he can lay down for a minute or two, he slowly crouched down and forgot that he had his Gatling Laser holstered on his back. The pressure between his weight and the floor had caused the Gatling to shoot several shots into the air.

He quickly jumped to his feet, and saw that everyone was looking wide-eyed at him, all were panting heavily with fear that the Brotherhood had come. Enrique thought for a second and said, "Well what are y'all lookin at keep your eyes on the bridge!"

"There ain't a thing out here but the freakin sun," Chase said as he stared out across the wastes. "I wish these guys would hurry up and attack if they're gonna. All this heat can't be good for me."

Chase turned towards hearing the gunshot. He was about to ask what the commotion was about when Johnathan informed him. "On second thought, John, I think I'd like to stay up here a while longer. Better to get baked then shot by friendly fire."

He turned back around and laid his gun on the ground as he watched for enemy movement.

Layne would glare at the fools around him, now regretting that he decided to follow orders and defend the bridge. "You shoot that thing off again prematurely, and I'll shoot back. And I don't miss.", he said to the rookie that misfired. All it took was one moron like that to let the enemy know where they were positioned, and morons like that needed to be dealt with. Layne eventually shrugged it off and began the waiting game again, wondering if he should just say "[censored] it" and go try to set up a perimeter anyway. "[censored] brass givin' me a rooks job. I swear if I don't see action today I'm beating someone to death with my bare hands!", he'd say just loud enough for the recruits around him to hear it. They were wearing helmets, but their faces turned pale white as they shifted uncomfortably. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" Layne would smirk after seeing this, constantly messing with the recruits every chance he could get.

Ooc: Someone needs to start the battle.

IC: "Chase your lucky, you get to set the perimeter. I wish I were there. Up here I can only see the canyon. You guys would probably finish every one off before they even get here and if they do these rooks better hit something other than themselves." Jonathan could see that most of the rookies looked scared. "They should be that rook just fired a few shots probably ruining our position." The only one that still seemed unchanged was Layne but that was to be expected of a defender.

Jonathan was already getting thirsty due to begin under the sun for so long. "Hey, any of you rooks got water!" He shouted though not loud enough to be heard through the whole canyon. Many of the rookies scrambled to get some water. "Thanks," He removed his helmet and gulped some of the water down. He then stared at his helmet, it was battle scared and much of the paint was peeling off." When are these guys gettig here I haven't seen action in days." Jonathan put his helmet back on and continued scanning the canyon.

OOC: Yeah can someone please start the battle?

IC: Enrique didn't really care what any recruit or defender had to say about him. He had his back the whole time Layne was screaming at him, he just ignored him completely.

Now that he thought about it, he really didn't kill anyone in a while. It's rather weird, he thought to himself. Before battle he is longing to kill someone, but when the battle starts he doesn't want to, it gives him chills of the idea of taking a human life or soul.

But this is before battle and he REALLY wants to kill some BOS.

OOC: With permission from Dan, of course, I'll be advancing the plot here. So here's your battle.

Chase watched the horizon for any sign of the Brotherhood, when all of a sudden, a sniper bullet impacted on his left shoulder, making him hit the ground. The bullet had gone straight though his armor and into his shoulder, and it hurt like hell. "Agh, contacts, contacts!"

He moved forward a bit to see where the shot had come from, only to see an entire army of Brotherhood just beyond the canyon, where he hadn't be able to spot them. And now they were moving forward. "Incoming hostiles! Get ready boys, here's your fight," Chase said on all radio frequencies.

He pulled his laser rifle up to his other shoulder and shot several times at the group of soldiers. Each shot found it's mark, but he didn't get a single kill shot. Then dozens of guns shot back at him, macking him scramble away from the edge. Then someone got the bright idea to throw a grenade up at him. It landed right in front of his feet.

"[censored]!"

He kicked it off the edge and sent it tumbling back down into the group of Brotherhood soldiers, but he didn't check to see if he had gotten any of them. Instead, he ran backwards, trying to get as far away as he could from the massive group. Another sniper shot hit him in the back, but he kept running and ignored it, as this one hadn't pierced all the way through.

"Cover that place! Kill anything that moves!"

OOC: Dan, forgive me, but the plot is escalating and if my character doesn't get a move on soon I won't be able to join in enough time

Defender Chase, Defender Ridgemond reporting for duty sir. * Slips behind a piece of rubble while laser tracers fly around the air* Sir, I have a report that a Brotherhood camp is co-ordinating the forces in this vicinity, if you could send me in with a squad of five, maybe I could take out their Ham radio. I am expendable, what do you say?

* Another grenade flies by Paul and Chase only to rend apart a early model of a protectron* See that rust bucket over there Chase, if you can't send me in, imagine I am that protectron and send me in, I get more armor to repair my own with if I suceed, and if I die you get a new recruit.

Chase looked over to the solder who had spoken to him and ducked again as a shot flew right over his head. "You do whatever the hell you want. You want to be expendable, that's your choice. Take some guys and take out that position, just make sure you get your equipment back here, local. You may not have the best stuff, but it's still valuable tech, you hear?"

Chase took a stimpack and injected the chemicals inside into his shoulder, immediately sealing the wound, if not his armor.

YES SIR!!!!!!!!

* Paul looks over to a few recruits huddling behind a fallen window*
I WANT YOU SQUATS ON ME, NOW!!!!!!!!!!

* The recruits run towards Paul in fear of being kicked out, one of the recruits is unfortunately shot in the head, leaving a nice red mess on the road*
Alright, Chase is having a not so good time out here, I want you maggots to follow me into that intersection, and attack a small camp. Look for a ham radio and destroy it if you find it, no heroics, I don't need more inexperienced idiots fighting today.

* The squad frantically follows Paul into the crossroads and begins the attack on the camp*

Chase, I am in position and am ready to attack, just one small thing, NO ONE [censored] TOLD ME THE BROTHERHOOD PUT SNIPERS IN THE DAMN CAMP!!!! * Transimission cuts off between helmets*

Initiate, get me another few men up here.

* The initiate nods and runs towards the main attack group*

Ok, on my count, we all make a run for the nearest sandbarricade, got it!

3,2,1, GO

Brownings fired a number of shots at the on coming brotherhood, none penertrating their thick armour. Laser beams flashed around him as a few brotherhood members fired back. Brownings' armour took all the shots that hit. Brownings' saw one of the rookies fall over dead, a sniper round through is helmet.

Another recruit had taken to hunching himself up against the sand bags, rocking back and forward with terror. Brownings knocked him on the shoulder, "You'll be alright," Brownings said calmingly, then suddenly changing his, "and if you arn't, die fighting you pansy." He again hit the recruit, when Brownings saw he wasn't going to do anything, he sighed. Brownings looked over the sandbags again and fired a few more shots, before ducking back down he thought he had hit one of them in the leg.

Eh, Brownings, it be wonderful if you could get me some heavy weps to my position, I am having just a mighty fiesta with those BOS snipers on my tail.

Actually, patch me up to Enrique if you can, he might have some usefullness. But do please send at least one minigun armed man up here. Can't stand the sound of .308 caliber in the afternoon.

"Hey you! Defender... Ridgemond, where the hell do you think your going? Our objective is to defend this base, not to go gallanting across the [censored] wasteland. we need all the help we need here!" A laser whizzed passed Daniel's head and as he spun around saw 3 Brotherhood knights running behind them, trying to flank, "Contacts!" Daniel heard as the hum of his minigun grew louder as it sent a hail of 5mm rounds towards the enemy, drowning them in a storm of bullets, "Stand your ground men!" The battle raged on for a couple more hours but the brotherhood eventually retreated as there forces were weak and had not been prepared for a lengthy battle, as the last soldier left daniel could hear everyone cheering, This isn't over yet, not by a long shot. great work everyone, a want a couple of you to stay on patrol, the rest of you can relax, because tomorrow, we have a new objective. Daniel looked at his squad who had assembled themselves before him, "Defender Chase, come here, I would like to have the honor of promoting you to Protector, congratulations, do me proud. Dismissed!"

* Ridgemond runs off to his squad mates* THANKS ALOT BROWNING

Chase fired his rifle again, hitting a Brotherhood soldier in the chest and staggering him, giving Chase enough time to pull off two more shots, which finally pierced the power armor and burned a hole in his chest. The Brotherhood soldier dropped, and Chase then focused his fire on the next soldier, even as he heard a minigun opening up. He ducked behind cover again as a few soldiers with laser rifles began firing on his position. He primed his pulse grenade and tossed it over his cover at the soldiers. It exploded in some dazzling lights, temporarily disabling their rifles. Chase popped up again and shot them each in the head as they stared down at their rifles in confusion. They hadn't even tried to seek cover. Idiot initiates.

The battle dragged on for several more hours, and Chase's armor received several more bullet holes during that time.As he made his parting shot at the back of a retreating Brotherhood soldier, the men began cheering. I don't know what they have to cheer about. This was only the first skirmish.

He walked over to Protector Daniel and grinned when he received his unexpected promotion. He saluted and shouted, "Yes Sir!" after being dismissed. He turned and found some comfy looking sandbags to sit against, the pulled off his helmet and put his glasses on. He got a piece of paper and a pen and began writing the next report of his adventures to his brother. Not that they would ever be read, since his brother was dead. Killed by a deathclaw, he had heard. But it gave him something to do, and it gave him a reason to ignore the fact that they had just killed a lot of good men, whether they were true Brothers or not.

OOC: Enclave radio, you don't control my character, edit your post, you never left because I stopped you and can you please stop quoting the person who posted before you? Thanks.

After a lng and lengthy battle Jonathan quickly ran up to Chase. "Good job on the promotion. Heh I hope I get transfered to your squad after this is all over." Jonathan saw a lone BoS soldier still on the battlefield. He line up his shot and sent out a few laser rounds. they connected right on his head. "Stupid initiates right Chase." He then proceded to look around the battlefield. "poor BoS didn't even stand a chance. "Oh and chase when we get back to base let me buy you a drink.

OOC: Alright dan, just don't go frank hoorigan on me.

Protector Daniel and Chase, permission to go chasing after the BOS communications camp. SIR!!! * salutes*

And can I bring in a little suprise to the group since I owe everyone in my squad my thanks coming with me even though I never reached the camp.

* Pulls out a bottle of vodka* I have some for everyone!