Hello, ladies & gents, I've come up with this idea about the Capital Wastes before The Brotherhood of Steel we all know and love came to the wastes. This story takes place back in 2202 before Elder Lyons was born, and is based around ancestors of the American Marine Corps.



The Rise and Fall of The New Marines

The Beginning:
The year was 2202. Long before The Brotherhood of Steel stepped foot on Capital soil. There was no Enclave and no Talon Company. The only major threat was irradiated beasts and the mutated monsters known as Super Mutants. Feral Ghouls were hardly a problem, since no one ever went to the dark areas they inhabit.

The only major settlement at the time was Megaton. And that was just a little shanty town. A few shops, a few shacks, and a bar. One Protectron stood out in the front, but that was the only defense the town really had.

There was a small camp of American Marine descendants in the city ruins. Their ancestors lived in bunkers, but before the Great War they were some of the highest ranking officers in the Marine Corps. One was even the CMC. These descendants eventually found the Marine Barracks of Washington D.C. On 8th and I Streets, southeast. The building was still intact, for the most part. But was almost completely reconstructed to fit the needs of the new protectors of the wastes. The New American Marine Corps.


Chapter 1: Introduction

Snap. Squeak. Chief Warrant Officer Charles P. Evans leaned over and saw the a rat nearly cut in half by the trap he set just a few hours before. He pushed his chair away from the desk and stood, opening half his mouth freeing the smoke in his mouth from the cigar he was smoking at the time. Walking over to the dead mouse, his buddies sitting around the table continued their poker game without him.

Evans frowned as he looked at the innocent rat. But then he thought back when his friend Donny was bitten by one of the damn things. Ever since the war they've gotten so deadly a single bite can kill you. So much radiation and disease, it's amazing they manage to live at all. Evans grabbed a glove off the table and put it on. He removed the rat from the trap and threw it in their burning fire. He pulled back the brass bar on the trap, and put the hook over it. He added some more cheese to the trap, and walked back over to his seat at the table.

"Sorry, fellas," he said sarcastically, "had to attend to some business."

But before anyone could reply, the Commandant of the Marines barged through the door, "Break time's over, boys. It's time to kick some ass somewhere up in the middle of the desert. I'm sending you're squad out because you're behind on your mission quota. If you complete this, I might forget about how lazy you all are. Now move out!"

They all said "Sir, yes sir!" and were off to get ready. The squad would get the coordinates of the mission at the door to the barracks. Most of the men got their standard issue Laser weaponry, and their bulky armor from the East. Evans, however, was different than the other men in his squad.

Evans had a unique set of weapons. A 1961 M79 Grenade Launcher with a Leaf-type sight, and a 1948 Winchester Model 12 pump action shotgun. His armor was different, too. He had Combat Armor that the army used before the war. The armor was gray, most of the green paint was wore off. But today, Evans wore a huge fur coat, line with animal fur. The oversized hood would constantly over Evans' eyes. But it was winter in the Wastes, and he had to adjust. But for everyone else, their armor was heated. They had no worry for any of the cold.

The squad being sent out was consisted of Charles Evans, Floyd Niverson the sniper, Jerry Carmichael the explosives expert, and Orlando the heavy weapons guy. The leader was Carmichael, he was 1st lieutenant, two ranks above Evans, who was 2nd in command.

Evans was an average person, he had messy hair and a rough beard, he wasn't that strong or smart of a man. Floyd had all the brains and was the weakest of the group. Jerry was the perfect soldier, strong, smart, he could use any weapon without a problem. Orlando, he was the strongest one, and was just about as smart as Evans. Together, the squad worked out perfectly.

They opened the door the CMC came from, and looked outside. It was pretty much a blizzard. Strong winds, heavy snow going every way you can think of. The journey to wherever they were headed would be Hell. Buy they knew they could manage.

When they reached the gate leading to the Wasteland, they received the location of their mission from the man at the gate. The ruins of a city called Fairfax. Just outside of the D.C. Ruins. There's been some activity of another force. The patrolmen said they were a group of organized mercenaries that were terrorizing the people that took refuge in the city.

It was the New American Marine Corps' job to take care of them.
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Well, gimme your feedback. I hope you enjoyed the beginning!
I know, I know, it's short. But the chapters will be longer and more actiony. Besides, this was just the introduction!

Looks Good

Interesting. I'll be following this Fan Fiction. Has a lot of potential. Well done intro, gent.

Finally, some snow and precipitation in the Wasteland. Continue on, this looks good.

Gentlemen, I give you the second Chapter.


Chapter 2: Leave no man behind.

“Alright, men,” Jerry started, “The plan is to head East. Through the office building and to DuPont. From there, we'll go one more building and eventually to the Anchorage Memorial. We'll cross the frozen Potomac River, head north, hit the freeway, and follow it to Fairfax. Everyone agree?”

The squad all nodded in unison. They'd cross the frozen Potomac, and make it to Fairfax my nightfall. It saves a lot more time than crossing the bridge by the Pentagon. The snow this year was worse than any other Winter. It piled up at least 3 feet. And in a city like D.C. That's a problem.

Evans was the one to take the tool. He had a fire ax, a power drill with a 2 foot drill bit in case they had to check the ice at the river, and a pack full of food and water if they got stuck and the blizzard worsened.. The other men just had they're armor and guns. Every one was required to wear snow shoes.

The group walked up and down streets, until finally reaching an office building that separated them from DuPont Circle. The front door of the building was mostly blocked off by the snow, and Orlando and Evans were busy digging it out while Niverson and Carmichael watched for danger. Then finally uncovering the door, Orlando kicked it down. The door broke apart because of his massive strength. He let out a laugh of pride and walked in. The squad right behind.

Not to far into the building Evans took point. Orlando and Floyd in the middle, Carmichael watching the back. The hallway was pitch black except for a few spot of light getting through the holes in the war torn building. The squad turned on their headlights, and Evans pulled out his Winchester with a flashlight attached to it.

“You all realize there's no chance of anything living in this place, right? I mean, we've passed through it many times, and if anyone took refuge here, they'd be dead by now.” Floyd said out loud.

“Shut up, Niverson.” Orlando and Jerry said in unison.

“Always be ready, Floyd.” Evans stated, “You never know what could happen in a place like this.

After walking a couple hundred feet down the long hallways, Evans saw a door marked 'Stairs'. He had the group follow him up stairs. The idea was to jump out the 2nd floor window and into the soft snow so they wouldn't have to dig their way out of the 1st floor. Evans looked up the first flight of stairs. It turned and led to another flight, there was an iced over window, which would make a great watch area for DuPont. About half way up the first flight of stairs, everyone heard a loud crack. The group looked around at each other with fear and confusion

“What was that?” Orlando asked.

“Probably just the stairs, it couldn't have been anything else. Right Floyd?” Jerry had said.

“The chances of something living here is very unlikely.” Floyd Replied.

The door at the bottom of the stairs creaked open. But there was nothing behind it, only the cracking sound getting louder.

“You could be wrong, right Niverson?” Evan asked, “I mean, a family of feral ghouls could liver here, right?”

Floyd never answered, and the door was ripped of it's hinges as a Reaver kicked it down and hissed. It had worn out black combat armor, and red eyes. It had chains around it like someone tried to keep it captive.

“Run...” Evans started to say. “RUN!” he yelled out, then shot the Feral with his Winchester. The mutant stumbled back a little, otherwise it had no effect.

Evans pushed the men forward and stayed on the stairs shooting at the Reaver. After realizing his gun was useless, he ran up to the 2nd floor door. Which the rest of the squad went through. He tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge forward.

“Orlando! Floyd! Jerry!” Evans yelled as loud as he could, “Open this DAMN door right now!”


Evans could hear the muffled voices of the men on the other side. He then heard a loud crash through the door. The floor collapsed. Evans turned around, remembering the Ghoul, just in time to watch it pounce. With his quick reflexes he ducked and the mutant went over him, and crashed into the wall. Evans backed up and pulled out his M79, which he never kept loaded. He tried reaching for the 40x46mm grenades, but the Ghoul jumped on him, knocking him down the flight of stairs. When they hit the bottom, Evans was on top of the Ghoul and he continued to beat the Ghouls face in with the butt of the gun. He quickly jumped up and ran to the bottom of the 1st flight of stairs. He pushed has back against the wall and slid down to sit. He loaded the M79 and waited.

When the Ghoul recovered, it walked to the top of the 1st flight and looked down on Evans. It screeched and jumped for him. But he lifted the gun up and aimed. From Evans point of view, it was like slow motion. He had no idea what was going on. The Reaver was in mid-air when he pulled the trigger. It hit the feral in the stomach, and the force of the M79 pushed it back up to the top of the stairs, and out the window. As soon as it's whole body was outside, the explosive went off, and a wave of fire shot through the window.

Evans got up and stumbled to the top the first flight of stairs. He looked out the window and saw a bloody mess on the ground. The Ghoul was turned into a pasty rain. He then ran up the next few flight and onto the 3rd floor. And just as he hoped, there was a hole in the ground leading to the 2nd. When he looked down the hole, he saw Orlando digging through the rubble, trying to get to the door.

“Hey big guy!” Evans said, with a smile on his face.

Orlando looked up and yelled. “Evans, you crazy son of a [censored]! How in the Hell did you get out of there?”

Evans jumped down the hole and to the 2nd floor. “Crazy story. I'll just say the Feral isn't a solid anymore. Where's Floyd and Jerry?”

“They went ahead to DuPont.” Orlando said, “I told them to go, and that I'd do my best to get you out alive.”

“Well let's catch up. I don't wanna miss anything interesting.” Evans replied.

The two men ran to the end of the hallways, and jumped out the already shattered window. It was about a 7 foot drop, until they hit the deep snow. But it was no big deal for the two. Orlando and Evans yelled for Niverson and Carmichael until they finally got their attention. The squad was a whole again.

Evans explained what had happened, and they all agreed it was pure luck since no one survived a Reaver fight. The squad went into a small building that was a stock for The New Marines Corps. The building was completely reinforced, and nothing was getting inside. The south end of the building led to DuPont.

Floyd and Evans went to the top of the building, and crawled their way to the southern edge. Floyd pulled out his .223 Sniper Rifle and looked through the scope, Evans pulled out his Spotter's Scope. The two looked around for any movement or danger. The two tallest building that were connected by a hanging walkway was home to Super Mutants. Two were on patrol on the left building, 3 were watching from the walkway, and 2 more were walking around near the fountain.

The squad was heavily armed in their small fortress. A Fatman with one Mini Nuke, a rocket launcher with 13 rockets, enough .223 bullets to kill a family of feral ghouls, and 6 grenades. The rest of the ammo was useless for the men in the building.

The Super Mutants were a problem. And it was the New American Marine Corps' job to get take care of them.
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I hope it's not too short. Please forgive any grammar issues, I'm pretty tired, but have nothing else to do tonight, so I figured I'd write the next part. Please tell me your honest opinions.

It seems o.k., but coming from a Marines perspective, the characters don't seem all that like a real Marine. They seem more like what you'd see in the Army. My particular problem is when the others leave to DuPont. In all my time in the Marines over seas (Several tours), my fire team never split up in order to check ahead. We alway did it together, and watched out for one another.

Also, I don't see the Commandant giving out orders like he did. But its all your story, and you can do it anyway you want. Just thought I'd add my comments.

You know, the original idea was to have the group get to the door and save Evans, and I don't know why I changed it. I knew they weren't acting like real marines, but I wanted it to fit more into the Wasteland setting. Same for the Commandant, who was more of a hardass like you'd see in the Wastes.

I think the key here is to realise that they are not real marines but men who base their organisation off of the marine corps. there is no way they could have gone through the correct training or even gotten the whole culture down, hense the extremely informal way they speak to each other and think about each other. pretty good fanfic.

Well, if anyone will read this, here's Chapter 3.


Chapter 3: Damn Mutants

The Chief Warrant Officer Evans stepped up and ordered around the other 3 squad members. Floyd was to lay on the roof with the Fatman, and fight off any mutant that came close to the building after Jerry made the first shot. Orlando handled the missile launcher, and Evans would be suppressing fire with his M79 and M12. After making some final plans the 4 men took their positions. Floyd was on the roof, Evans and Orlando stood by the door ready to shoot, and Jerry was with the Fatman, waiting for orders to shoot from Evans.

Evans looked up at Orlando, they were on opposite ends of the doorway to the double doors. He counted down, three, two, one, and they both opened the doors. Orlando, on one knee, aimed the missile launcher for the hanging walkway and shot. The missile was pushed into the building, missing the walkway. Rubble showered down onto the mutants guarding the door, who now had their weapons up and ready to fire.

Orlando tried another shot, but the harsh conditions got the best of the missile, which again missed. He gave it one more try and the middle of the walkway was hit. Part of the structure broke apart, and half the walkway bent, one of the mutants inside couldn't keep a grip and slid down through the hole, and to his death cracking the concrete ground.

“Damn good shot.” Jerry yelled out.

Floyd saw one of the mutants firing at Orlando and Evans start to charge. He aimed for it's head and shot, grazing the beasts cheek. That didn't stop it and it kept running. Evans looked over a low wall he was hiding behind and saw the mutant, he lifted up his trust M79 and pulled up the leaf-type sight and aimed. The shot hit the ground under the mutant, knocking it back a few feet and on the ground. The monsters feet were useless after that. It looked up and started randomly firing toward Evans and Orlando. But Evans put down his M79 and switched it for the Winchester. One perfect shot to it's head killed the monster.

The two mutants who walked around the circle were hiding behind the fountain in the center. Both of them had Assault Rifles, and were causing a problem for the two men on the ground. Evans and Orlando went back into the building, shutting the doors. They ran to the roof and saw Floyd shooting at the lone mutant guarding the door.

“Jerry, I need you to shoot the mini nuke at the towering building. Hopefully a good enough shot will completely take it down.” Evans said.

“You got it.” Jerry said, pointing to Evans for a second, then grasping the handle on the Fatman.

The mutants on the ground stopped firing, instead they were trying to break through the doors. Evans looked at Orlando, and he knew what he had to do. Orlando ran downstairs and pushed himself against the doors, hoping to keep the mutants out just a little longer. Jerry was busy aiming at the building, until he was finally confident enough to shoot. They all heard a whoosh as the nuke explosive left the catapult.

The large piece of metal hit the side of the building, crashing through the cement wall. The shot was perfect. A huge explosion was heard and fire shot from the bottom of the now crumbling tower. Evans and Jerry started to run for the hatch down into the building, Evans tapped Floyd on the shoulder and they jumped through as all the black smoke and dust coated DuPont.

The banging on the doors had stopped, and the men waited a few more minutes until they went back out. When Jerry and Floyd opened the doors, Orlando and Evans were ready to shoot down anything. Orlando had his Tri-Beam Laser Rifle and Evans was aiming his M12. Some dust flew through the door, but was soon gone. When everyone looked through the doors they saw the two mutants on the ground, still moving. Orlando stepped on one's back and shot it through the head with the laser. Evans shot the other one in the stomach, also killing it.

There was still some fire coming from what was left of the walkway that was connected to the other tower. But Orlando shot a well aimed missile right into the last mutant.

“Damn.” Floyd said, nervously. “Did that really just happen?”

“Hell yeah,” Orlando said.

Evans unloaded his weapons, and attached the M79 to his belt under his coat, and tightly wrapped the strap of the M12 over his coat. He picked up one of the mutants' Assault Rifles, and went through their bags finding a few clips of ammo. He put strap around his neck and shoulder and started walking South through the last building until they reached the Anchorage Memorial.

The snow had finally stopped. But the wind was still harsh. It was extremely cold, and Evans was the only one feeling it. It was around Noon, and the sun barely lit up the Earth. The dark clouds took over the sky. The seconds building they went through wasn't a problem. No Ghouls or mutants. When they opened the doors leading to the waterfront, they could see the three stone soldiers in the distance. They were finally at the memorial.

The men walked down to the cement dock that went off to the river. The ice was thick enough for Evans to stand on, but no one was sure about the armored men. Evans opened his backpack, and pulled out his drill, then he connected the two drill bit pieces, and finally he put them on. He drilled into the ice, and it the two-foot drill bit didn't even make it all the way through. The men knew it was safe, and they started to cross the frozen river.

The river was narrow at this point, and the walk over it was short. They climbed the stone wall back to land, and started to walk North to the freeway. The road there was quiet. But they finally reached the broken apart overpass. At the very top was a small group of raiders, that were trying to shoot the squad below. Their bullets couldn't hit the men, and they all took cover under the overpass.

Jerry pulled something out of his pack. “Three minutes.” He said, “We have three minutes to get out from under this overpass.”

Everyone knew he was going to blow the one pillar that supported the section of road. He attached the powerful explosive to the pillar, and the squad ran for it. The Raiders shot, a few bullets bounced off the powerful armor the 3 men had, and Evans wasn't hit. Three minutes later, the road fell killing all the men on top of it.

“How come Carmichael gets to destroy everything?” Orlando joked.

“'Cause,” Jerry said, “You all would just mess everything up.”

He smiled, and they started the road to Fairfax.

Some feedback would be nice! I would like to know if it's boring or just plain bad, or if people just aren't reading it. Opinions!

I really like it; you should definitely keep going. It's an interesting story, and you are very good with action scenes. Almost like watching a movie play out in my head.

Keep it up!

I agree with Terducken, very nice story. Keep it up, my friend!

Ha, well I was hoping I'd see comments like that. Here's another chapter. And please forgive all the cliche explosions. Damn Micheal Bay movies are getting to me. I'll have to have less of them!

Chapter 4: Who Knew?

The road to Fairfax was a cold and silent one. The men were ahead of schedule, and rested in the outskirts of the town. They awoke early in the morning, and after a breakfast of pre war mash potatoes and steak, they were going to find out what the deal was in the Ruins of Fairfax.

The squad walked in a row, straight for the city. The entrance to Fairfax was what appeared to be a marketplace of some sort. The citizens of the ruins watched as the squad of armored men walked to the center of the city, where they saw a large banner rolled down the biggest building. The symbol on the banner was a typical Skull & Cross Bones you'd see any other small and evil group use. There were 2 men guarding the doors with black combat armor, and the symbol was spray painted on their chests. A girl with the same armor stood in front of them, watching the squad of post war marines. The men walked up to her, and stopped. All of them staring at her, everyone motionless.

“Armored men walking in our town, ya'll lookin' for a fight?” She asked.

“Your town?” Orlando said, “This place belongs to it's people. Not some dictating bastard.”

“Come on in.” the woman said, “Come meet the dictating bastard.”

The men followed the woman into the building, and to an elevator in the back of the lobby. They all stepped in, and the woman pressed a combination of buttons. The floor select was more of a keypad. Evans watched the floors, and it took them to the 13th floor. The very top. But when Floyd looked at the number, he started to panic.

He pushed around as much as he could through the crowded elevator. The other men were trying to calm him down. “Shut him the Hell up, or he's dead!” the woman demanded. None of the men could calm him down, and a gunshot made everyone silent. Floyd fell to the ground, dead. The bullet managed to pierce his metal helmet, the wound looked similar to that of a sniper rifle wound. She had a .223 pistol from the West Coast.

All the men pulled out their guns, except for Evans who was staring at the lifeless corpse of his friend. Two shots from a Laser Rifle, and the smell of burning skin. Orlando and Jerry shot down the female merc. Evans kneeled down, and ripped the Dog Tags off of Floyd's neck. He reached through his bag, and pulled out his Desert Eagle and some ammo.

“[censored],” Jerry started, “That [censored] killed Floyd.”

“He didn't do anything...” Orlando whispered.

"What was wrong with him?" Evans asked the other men.

"Who knows..." Jerry said.

"The Hell, man..." Orlando started.

"Triskaidekaphobia." Evans quietly said. "The fear of the number 13."

"Scared? Of a number?"

"Who knew?" Evans said, "People... Some people have strange minds."

The elevator beeped, and the door opened. Five other mercenaries stood in front of the elevator. But before they could realize what happened, Jerry and Orlando shot lasers into two of them, and Evans lifted his new weapon and but a bullet through the left eye of another merc. The remaining two mercenaries lifted their Chinese Assault Rifles, and shot. The bullets bounced off the squad's metal armor, but Evans hid the best he could. One of the bullets bounced off their armor, and flew into a mercenary's leg, who fell to the ground in pain. Orlando charged the other merc, and with a terrifying crunch of bone the merc fell lifeless. Jerry walked over to the man in pain, and without hesitation, stomped on his face, breaking bones. He grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off his feet.

“You,” he started, “You all are going to pay for our friend” Jerry squeezed and broke skin. He threw the useless man against the wall, to bleed to death.

“Orlando, drag Floyd's body out of the elevator, we don't leave anyone behind. Dead or not, he's going home.” Evans said.

Orlando did as he was told, and the men walked to the doors at the end of the hallway the bloodshed was held. Jerry and Evans kicked down the double doors as Orlando stood ready for anything. Two shots led to the death of heavily armored men with Gatling Lasers. A desk was at the end, and a large window overlooking the small city was behind it. A man was standing near the glass, obviously afraid. He had no weapon.
Evans put away Niverson's gun and lifted up his Shotgun. He aimed at the man, who was about to speak. But before he would mutter a word, Evans shot and the man fell back, breaking through the old cracked glass. The three men ran to the edge and watched as his body hit the ground from the 13 story fall. Blood started to surround the man's body. And a group surrounded the corpse.

“Orlando, Jerry,” Evans started, “You two are the strongest, get Floyd's body and get to the roof.”

Neither of the men questioned Evans, because they both knew if they went back down, it would lead to their death. Evans followed the men to Floyd's body, but this time went through the girl mercenary's equipment, taking her extremely powerful gun.

“Jerry, I have an idea.” Orlando spoke, “You got any charges left?”

“Yeah, one.” Jerry said.

“It took us about 20 seconds to get to this floor, set the charge for 30 and put it in the elevator. When it opens, boom.”

Jerry did so, even though it seemed like he wasn't even in command anymore. After he set the explosive, the three men ran up the stairs to the roof. And saw something incredible. An Alouette III. It was small civilian helicopter, and on the side was a radiation symbol. It wasn't powered off gas, like most of the cars.

The building shook slightly, and they all knew the explosive went off, buying them some time now that the mercenaries had to take the stairs all the way to the top.

“Anyone know how to drive one of those?” Evans asked, yelling.

“Hell, no one's seen one except in books.” Jerry said.

“Well that's how we're getting out of here!” Orlando yelled.

The three men got into the helicopter, but gently put Floyd's body in the back, with the two seats his body would have to be held by the men in the back. They shut the two doors. Jerry took the controls, and examined the cockpit, and remembered the controls from an old book he read about helicopters. He pushed the proper buttons, and the blades started to spin. He pulled the helicopter up, and moved from the building.

“Hey, Orlando,” Evans started, “You're gonna like this.” Evans pulled out an M9 from behind the seats they were in. “You were saying something about Carmichael getting to blow everything up? I think it's your turn.”

With a smile, Orlando took the M9 and opened the door facing the building. Evans told Jerry to hold, and Orlando aimed. Evans opened the other door, and the smoke launched from the back of the M9 went back out through the other side of the helicopter. The rocket wasn't just a regular one. The extremely powerful explosive hit the middle of the building, around the 6th floor. The building collapsed in on itself. The frame was still up, but the men watched as the floors fell on top of each other taking down every merc in there.

“You think the people here will be fine from now on?” Jerry yelled as loud as he could.

“Yeah,” Evans said, “They'll make it. Now can you get us out of here? We have a hero to bury.”

Evans looked at Floyd, and patted the armored man. "You were a good man. No, you were a great man. Take care, buddy." Evans frowned, and tilted his head back.
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Edited because of a good point I missed. It at least makes it a little better, I hope.

I don't see what you were ashamed of the explosions for. It wasn't too over-the-top. It's that movie-feel that I said I liked.

And I think you could have brought up Floyd's phobia before this story, and built up on it. Here, it just seemed like you were looking for a quick way to kill someone off.

But still, I like the story, and you're doing really well so far.

You have a really good point. Sorry about that. I tried editing it, and I hope it makes things a little better. Just having no one know until the very end. Thanks, though!

Well, if my plans work out I wont be back on for a while. So I'm giving you readers the next chapter now. Just in case. I'm sure I update too much, but oh well. Chapter 5, with a twist!



Chapter 5: A Hero Buried in the Snow

Jerry landed the Aloutte without a problem. The helicopter was surrounded by the other NAMs, all with their guns out. But when Evans opened his door, and they saw a blood covered head on his lap, they all lowered their guns and rushed to help them. After some questions, and some explanations, the three men were praised. And many apologies later, the day of Floyd's funeral came.

Jerry, Evans, Orlando, and the Commandant himself carried the smaller than average casket to the grave. A perfectly rectangular hole was in the ground, and the coffin was slowly being lowered to the bottom.

"We have gathered here to honor our beloved Floyd. He was a fighter, a friend and a New American Marine. He fought bravely for the people of this Coast. We will all miss him, and his intellect. He was always the smartest man around, and he showed it. So let us bow our heads and pray for our brother in Christ that he may rest in peace and know that we will never forget him." The Minister spoke.

His squad members, the Commandant, and a few other marines watched in silence, as the casket was lowered into the Earth. Orlando had a sad expression on his face, Jerry held back but everyone knew how he felt, but Evans was the one who refused to accept death. Floyd was his friend, and he didn't want to lose him.

He thought back on the first time he met Floyd. It was Floyd's first time on a mission, and Evans had to hold his hand the whole time. Floyd was a very nervous person, like any other genius in fights. He was the best shot around, and he was a terrible loss to the squad. A tear came to Evans eye, but he wiped it away before anyone noticed.



Their first mission together.

It was a simple one; protect a delivery of purified water to Megaton. Basic Wasteland creatures was all they figured they had to fight. But many people tried to get their grimy hands on come clean water. Someone really needed to do something. But no one had hope.

Evans remembered it like it was just the other day. Floyd had the assigned blue combat armor, and an assault rifle. Evans had his regular weapons, but the assigned metal, bulky armor everyone else wore. From their base of operations in the middle of D.C. They were transported by an old Army truck to the abandoned Pentagon, where they met a trader with a Brahmin carrying the Purified Water.

The water was expensive stuff, as it was long scientific process to make it radiation free. The caravans were known to be attacked by Raiders, but no one expected it to happen this time, since Megaton was so secretive about it. It was a typical day. Blistering sun, the ground was so dry it cracked, and the suits of armor would burn anyone who touched them from the outside.

The old Army truck dropped Floyd, Evans, and Corporal Patterson off at the large bridge across the Potomac. The three men walked across the bridge and met with the Trader who was transporting the water to Megaton. They started walking, Evans, Floyd, Patterson, the Trader, and her inexperienced guard.

Everything was going perfectly. Until they left the D.C. Ruins. The wastes were even more harsh. It was at least 100 degrees out in that desert, and they still had a while until Megaton. While the small group was walking (Evans in the front, Floyd behind the trader and guard, and Patterson in the back) The group hear a horrible shriek. Floyd turned around and, to his horror was a Giant Scorpion, it's stinger completely pierced through Patterson. Floyd tell in fear, but manage to bring up his weapon and shoot at it. The bullets bounced off it's skin, like their metal armor.

At the time, no one knew what the scorpion was. Everyone had seen small ones, that they just crushed by stepping on them. But this, the scorpion was massive.

It crawled toward Floyd, but the caravan guard pushed the frozen Floyd out of the way, getting knocked away by the beast's tail. It was headed for the Brahmin, to feed off everyone assumed as they watched. That's the moment Evans will always remember, the moment that turned Floyd into a hero.

He jumped on the back of the Scorpion, and pull out his combat knife, had pushed the blade into the scorpions eye, obviously hurting it. He pulled out the knife, and stabbed it's other eye. The scorpion was still alive, and moving it's tail around. Then it did something stupid, it went for Floyd, who was still on it's back.

Evans yelled to get out of the way, and Floyd look back to see the stinger striking down, Floyd jumped off the scorpion, and watched as it pierced it's own rock hard skin and killed itself. Luck, or maybe not. But everyone went with luck. Floyd killed the first Radscorpion ever seen in the Capital Wastes.

Floyd was a hero, that day



Evans snapped out of his flashback and looked around. Orlando had tapped him on the shoulder, because the CMC requested to see the three for another mission.

"Boss?" Orlando asked, in his strong voice, as the three men walked through the door.

"Men!" The Commandant started, already acting like an ass, "You've got work to do!"

"Sir, with all due respect.. One of our men died today!" Jerry said.

"And you think I care? That's one man out of all of us! We'll survive!"

The three men all wanted to jump over to him, and strangle him to death. Unfortunately, he was right. Life would move on, and Floyd would be in the past.

"What're we doing now?" Evans asked.

"I want you three to get in that chopper of yours, and fly to the West Coast!"

"The West!?" They all exclaimed.

"Yes, the west. The Nevada area, as you can see..." The CMC pulled out a map of America, and pointed to the state of Nevada "Here."

"What are we to do there?" Evans asked, again.

"Weapons. Everyone knows the West has the best this country and offer. You bring the best they got back, understand? If you can do that, you'll all be heroes."

The three men talked with each other and agreed. With the reactor on the helicopter, there was no need to refuel, and they'd fly non stop to the West Coast.

The men gathers a lot of food, and before they left Jerry taught Evans and Orlando controls of the Aloutte the best he could.

Evans gathered some equipment and filled his backpack. A fire ax, a drill with a 2 piece drill bit in case of another frozen river, extra rations, his big fur coat. He grabbed his Winchester and strapped around his armor, he put the grenade launcher on his belt, and Niverson's Desert Eagle in it's holster. Around his neck was Floyd Niverson's dog tags.

Orlando had his suit of armor from before, his tri-beam laser rifle, a backpack filled with food and water, and an old sledgehammer on his back.

Jerry had a suit of blue combat armor, with a combat helmet and face mask and goggles, a silenced 10mm pistol, a Chinese assault rifle, and an old Chinese Officer's Sword.

Their job was easy, land the helicopter in New Reno, and go to the biggest gun store the West Coast had to offer. New Reno Arms.
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I've decided to split the story into three sections. Here's the last part of Section one, Chapter 5, Part 2. I'm adding it now because I've got too much plans these next few weeks. So I'll leave the story off at the end of section one, for now.
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Chapter 5, Part 2: Skull & Cross Bones; The End of Section One: The Rise and Fall of The New Marines

The three equipped men walked to the pre war helicopter slowly. Jerry stepped into the cockpit and blades started to spin. Evans and Orlando sat in the back, with the bloodstains from Floyd still stained to the seats. The two men in the back held back their emotions for their lost comrade, and told Jerry to take off to new lands. The helicopter rose off the ground, and over the gate surrounding the marine barracks. Orlando and Evans looked back, and noticed a trail of smoke rising from the sky, and falling directly on the barracks main building with a bang. More and more smoke trails flew through the morning sky, Orlando and Evans started to yell for Jerry to turn around.

Jerry looked back best to his ability and noticed the artillery shooting up and falling back down causing Hell on the barracks. He jerked the chopper to the left and completely turned it around. Evans and Orlando opened the side doors and looked out to get a better view of what was happening. When they looked at the barracks, it was just pieces of rock and flaming wood. The artillery stopped and Jerry landed in the center of the ruined headquarters. Evans and Orlando jumped out before the helicopter hit the ground, they ran for the largest pile of rubble and started to dig for the Commandant, Jerry soon followed.

Eventually the men gave up. The only people with the ability to do something like this was the Skull & Cross Bone Mercenaries. The three looked around, and there was nothing left. Nobody was left.

Evans jaw was dropped, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Orlando just stood there, silently. But Jerry was panicking.

"What now!" Jerry demanded an answer from someone. "They're all dead! What do we do!?"

Evans turned around, and pulled the hood off his head. He looked at Jerry and said, "We go to New Reno. We get the best damn weapons we can. And when we get home, we kill every [censored] weapon holding mercenary that will ever roam these Wastes. Do you understand? They took everything from us. And we'll kill 'em all."

Super mutants appeared after the BOS was created.

If you read the beginning you should have noticed the story takes place before the BOS went East.
The Western Brotherhood sent men East being led by Elder Lyons to find technology from the nation's capital. But Elder Lyons decided to stay to protect the people from the Super Mutants.
That's why there are Outcasts, who wanted to stay with the original plan of finding tech for the Western brotherhood.

Eh, I'm back finally.
But does anyone want me to go on with the story? Or did I make a twist for the worst? :poke:

I don't see why you should stop. I've really liked it so far. Plus it'll be a breath of fresh air to read about somewhere other than the Capital Wasteland. If even for a part of the story.

Keep it up!

Then I'll go on! I whipped up a quick introduction to Part Two, so it's short and full of talking. But anyway here it is, hopefully it'll get some attention.



Part Two

Beginning


Jerry yelled over the radio to the two men in the back of the helicopter, who at the time were focusing on the city under them. The flashing neon lights lit up the whole place, there were no corners left with a shadow. The largest building in the area they were hovering over had a huge sign on it, lit up it read “Desperado”. Orlando and Evans could make out two men standing in the front with rifles, both having drums feeding them the bullets.

“Alright guys,” Jerry said over the radio, “We're finally getting out of this hunk of metal. As soon as we hit the ground, I want you two to keep anyone who comes near us away, got it?”

“Got it!” The two in the back said in unison.

Jerry started to descend lower and lower down to a parking lot next to the Desperado. A group of people was already forming in a circle, waiting for the deathtrap to land. A few men with Tommy Guns made their way through the crowds, and to the front, waiting for the chopper to land. Finally, the Alouette hit the ground with a loud irritating noise. The crowd stepped back, not knowing what it was. Neither did the group of men in the chopper.

“What was that?” Evans asked, standing up and leaning towards Jerry.

The Alouette started to make grinding noises, and the blades stopped spinning. “I didn't do that!” Jerry said, angrily.

“C'mon,” Orlando said to the others, “We got us some guns to get.”

The other men nodded and opened the doors, jumping down to the ground, at first they had trouble walking, as they had spent a few days in a helicopter. They all put their weapons away, and Evans threw his fur coat in the Alouette, exposing his armor. The few people waiting with Tommy Guns walked up to the strangers, and held their weapons up.

“The Hell you boys want!?” A large gangster demanded, “We don't take too kindly of the Enclave around here!”

“Enclave?” Evans asked confused, “What's the Enclave?”

The gangsters lowered their weapons, knowing Evans had no knowledge about where they were.

“Ain't seen anything fly 'cept for them birds the 'Clave got.” An older man said, stepping from the crowd. He walked to Jerry, and held out his hand, “Name's Salvatore. First ain't important. What's important is that you know I'm the boss of these people. I run New Reno.

“So this is New Reno? Good,” Jerry spoke. “We're hear for business,” he said.

“Oh? What kinda business?”

“The kind that involves us getting guns, and takin' 'em East.” Orlando interrupted.

“You's got money?” Salvatore asked.

The group of men looked at each other, knowing they didn't have money. And even if they did it wasn't enough for what they wanted. But they needed strong guns for their plans, and they were willing to do whatever it took.

“We don't have money,” Jerry said. But was interrupted by Salvatore's laughter.

“Then leave. Now.” he replied to Jerry's comment.

“But,” Jerry said, “We've got the skills to do whatever you want.”

The group of people laughed, not just the gangsters, but the whole crowd around the helicopter. The three New Marines looked at each other again, with a sense of shame and stupidity coming from them. Salvatore stepped up, and got in Jerry's face, he started to speak.

“You listen up, boy. I run this city, and if you think I'm gonna get help from some sort of useless mercenary gang like yourselves, well my friend, you are terribly wrong.” Salvatore started to laugh, “I liked you kids, you can stay in my paradise, but one false move, one complaint, and you're leaving this city and heading straight to Golgotha. You boys understand?”

Even thought they had no idea what Golgotha was, they all shook their head in agreement.

“Then we're out!” Salvatore said, snapping his fingers and turning around, “C'mon boys, we're going back to the clup.”

The small group of people split up, leaving the New Marines alone in a parking lot. Not knowing what their next move was.

Good intro. And it seems as if they're staying there for a while, which is right fine with me. A different setting will be great to read about.

Well here's the first Chapter of part two. It seems to me like I only have one reader, but that's just fine with me!


Chapter 1: Welcome To New Reno

"God dammit Jerry!" Evans yelled in anger. Both from their embarrassment, and the no longer working helicopter. "What you said back there, really, man?" Evans mocked what Jerry had said.

"It would have worked back home! Get off my back!" Jerry replied, in a more calm, but still angry way.

"Maybe because back home, no townsfolk can fight. You get a few trained men per city, and the only place that's really worth living is Megaton!"

They were all stressed out, but Evans was hit the hardest. Just a day before the attack on the barracks he lost his friend, and then he lost everything besides two friends and some guns. Now he's stuck in a strange place, very far from his home. Evans and Jerry kept arguing, but it turned into a fight about the people from the East. And how it was their job to protect them, even without a proper leader, they were sticking to their beliefs.

"Hey!" Orlando finally yelled, irritated, "You two need to calm down. We're all going through the same thing, okay? We're all we have left, and we wont even be able to get home for a long time. So, guys, please..."

Jerry and Evans looked at Orlando, with hate in their eyes. Not towards Orlando, but to each other. They both looked back at each other, and Evans pushed Jerry, with all his strength, putting his body weight into it. Catching Jerry off guard, he fell to ground, and struggled to get up. But by that time Evans was walking away, towards the big sign that said "Reno".

"Where do you think you're going, Charles?" Jerry demanded.

"Away from you! Fix the damn chopper yourselves, I'll find my own way home..." Evans had sadness in his voice.

Orlando started to go towards Evans, but Jerry held him back and shook his head.

"What are we gonna do?" Orlando said, quietly.

"Boys..." A female's voice came out of nowhere.

The two remaining men looked around, and a moving shadow caught their eyes, a girl walked toward them. She was wearing poor wasteland clothes.

"I'm Jennifer Wright. My husband controls the Wright crime family of New Reno. We like to think we're the strongest family of New Reno, because we are family."

"I'll take it you're the weakest?" Orlando said, with a smile.

"Most people say that, yes." Jennifer replied, sharing the smile.

"What can we do for you, ma'am?" Jerry said, knowing this was a good opportunity for a job.

"Please, come with me. To our mansion, you must meet my husband. That is, if you're interested in work?"

Both men smiled, and started to follow the girl East, to the slums of New Reno. When they first went entered the destroyed section of the city, there was nothing but ruble and foundation. But as they got farther through, they could see how the people living their rebuilt the section. A few block in, they came to a huge house on the left. There was just windows where they were, but the woman took them around to the other side, where the area was fenced off. She took them through, and through the door into the house.

"Damn..." Orlando said, looking around the massive building.

She led them to a bigger room, with a desk in chair in the middle. The walls were covered with bookcases, all completely full of multicolored books. An older, balding man sat at the desk in the middle of the room. He was writing something down, until he realized everyone's presence. He stopped what he was doing, and looked at Jennifer.

"Dammit, Jen, I told you I'm busy!"

"These men, they need work. They seem pretty capable, considering they flew down here."

"Flew?" The old man said, standing up, and pulling out a gun.

"Don't worry, they're not the Enclave. That bastard Salvatore went through it with them all."

The older man sat back down, and placed his weapon on the table. It looked like a great weight was taken off his shoulders. He looked up, and signaled the two men over. They walked over to him, and Jerry took notice of the gun on the table.

"Nice gun." Jerry said.

"Thanks, Gauss Pistol, expensive hardware right there."

"Never heard of it, but we're from the East. We heard you Easterners have the best weapons in America."

"You're damn right we do!" The old man said, banging his hand on the table, he then stood up. "I'm Boss Wright. I run this family. And you boys?"

"Jerry."

"Orlando."

"Nice to meet you boys. So you two are looking for work?"

"Yes sir." Jerry replied.

"My family controls the arms 'round here. You ask for it, and we can sure as Hell get it. But listen, boys. You two gotta so something for me. If you can do this, and make it back here in one piece, y'all can get any guns you need."

"What's the job?" Jerry asked.

"Salvatore, Mordino, Bishop. Those are the other families that run this place. We've all got this peaceful thing going on. But Salvatore? He's ruining it. He probably told you boys he runs this town. All the other families want him dead, but we don't wanna send our own men after him. It's a death wish."

"Then why should we do it?" Jerry asked.

"Because, you kill this one man, anyway you can, and you get whatever you want from this city. After the leader is dead, the family will fall apart. It wont be the last of them, but it'll be over with that bastard leader. We all plan to run this place for a very, very long time. And it's up to you to give the Salvatores a lesson."

"How are we supposed to do this? I mean, it's a lot for just two guys to handle."

"You take this, first of all." Boss Wright walked back to his book case, and pulled out a group of books at once. It was actually a secret compartment. He pulled out a sniper rifle, with some attachments. He placed it on the desk. "You boys find a way. Use this, you can make it as quiet or as loud as you have to. Do we have a deal?"

Jerry looked to Orlando, who nodded in return.

"You got a deal." Jerry said, taking the rifle, and a case that Boss Wright provided. They walked to the door, and opened it.

"Oh! And boys?" the two men turned around, "Welcome to New Reno."

Well, I couldn't get to sleep tonight, and I'm bored beyond belief. So I made another Chapter. Enjoy [Terducken]. Hahaha


Chapter Two: Suicidal Hero

Evans was gone, no where to be seen in the city of New Reno. Jerry and Orlando spent a few days learning the area, getting ready for their job. They took a room in the Wright's mansion, where they kept their specialized .223 Sniper Rifle hidden under the bed. In just the few days they were there, they made hundreds of caps from the Desperado and Shark Club. They got lucky, and just found some cash off the streets. They lived in luxury. Well, as luxurious as a lower middle class group of mercenaries living in someone's mansion can get. The day finally came, though. The day they wanted to go home. The day they had to kill Boss Salvatore. The strongest man in New Reno.

The idea, was to kill Salvatore at his bar, quietly, and then they'd be off to New Reno Arms, collect whatever weapons they need, and get the Hell out of New Reno. Their helicopter was still broken, so they needed to find a different way of transport. They learned about the Enclave from Boss Wright, how they're trying to rebuild America, and how they kidnap people and fly them West with their flying machines. Vertibirds. That's how they wanted to get home, by flight from a stolen Enclave death machine.

Finally, the two men collected all their weapons, all their money, and they took the .223 they received from Boss Wright. They kept in a guitar case, since they didn't want to attract attention. It's not like anyone knew what a guitar was, but the cases have been seen, and other people use them as suitcases.

They went to the building that the Salvatores kept as their home, at the time. The bar near the Desperado. They walked in and saw a few tables, a counter, and a staircase right behind it. The men walked up to the bartender, and started to start a conversation.

"Howdy." Jerry said to the bartender, "Boss Salvatore in?"

"Depends," replied the bartender, "Who want to know?"

"I'm Jerry Carmichael, this is my friend Orlando. Your boss was the welcoming party when we first got here, we'd like to speak to him."

"Sorry, 'Jerry'" the bartender said, not believing that Jerry was his real name, "But the boss is out, heading to Redding. Lookin' to speak to the mayor of that fine little town. Word is a casino is being built up, and Boss doesn't like that."

"Why?" Jerry said, "It's not like he own the Desperado, or Shark Club."

"Because he damn well pleases to, and you boys gotta problem with that?"

"No sir," Jerry said, "But thanks for the tip, you mind telling us where Redding is?"

"Yeah, whatever. Here, take this map, for a hundred bucks."

Jerry sighed and pulled out some cash we won from the casinos. He knew he wouldn't be at New Reno much longer, so it wasn't that big of a deal since the currency is different back East. He looked at the map, and noticed Redding was far to the Northwest. It'd take a while to get there, but it was no big deal. They had all the time in the World right now.

Jerry and Orlando left New Reno, and started to walk towards the settlement of Redding. The scenery wasn't that different there than it was in the East, except for the melting snow. Rocks, dead trees, and some dead grass. But they were walking ahead of schedule because of the lack of dangers in the West. Back East you'd come across something 30 minutes into a hike. In the East, it was more calm, the first few days of their trip they only met some homeless people.

Their first danger, was something horrible. They were on top of a cliff when they looked down to a group of Feral Ghouls, a lot of them, too many to believe was even there, surround a young looking man backing up to a large rock. He was completely surrounded. He, was Charles Evans.

Evans was trapped, surrounded by the one thing no one had to worry about back home. Ghouls, zombies, you could say.

Evans yelled as he pulled up his shotgun, shooting their heads clean off as they charged him one by one. One, two, three, four. How many ghouls were there? Too many for one man to handle. He pulled the trigger, but the only thing that came from the gun was a sound, the worst sound someone in his position could hear. The sound of a weapon with no ammo, a click.

Evans threw the gun at a charging ghoul, then quickly pulled out his grenade launcher. He shot once, blasting a hole in the ground, and giving some ghouls the ability of flight. He put another shot into the large group of rotting skinned freaks. Then finally, his last shot kept them off a little longer.

This time, they charged him in waves of more than one. He used the butt of his gun to strike down on them, yelling with each hit, knowing this was the end. He managed to fend a few of them off before the wooden butt of his gun split. The threw it at the next coming ghoul, and pulled out Floyd's Desert Eagle. Five shots to a clip, he unloaded on them. He pulled another clip out his pack and kept shooting them, taking two shots just to take one down.

They stepped back for a while, and Evans pulled out his last clip. He put it into his gun and held it up, shaking.

"How many damn Ghouls are you!" he yelled, with his voice cracking.

They all hissed in return. He squinted and tried counting. There were at least fifteen left. The biggest pack of Ghouls anyone's ever seen. Hell, probably the only pack that big.

He moved his gun back and forth, and waited for one to run at him, he shot it in the head. Four bullets left. Another one came, and a shot to the neck dropped it. Three bullets left. Two more came at once and he shot each in the stomach, keeping them back just a little longer.

One bullet left.

He stepped back and hit the boulder blocking his path. He started to cry as he lifted the gun under his chin, pointed straight up. The same two ghouls ran toward him. And he had no options.

Aaaaaah! Cliffhanger! :ahhh:

Definitely built up the suspense really well there. But one thing I'm noticing is that you mix up "East" and "West" a few times. I can still get what you mean, but it throws me off sometimes.

*Looks around in the empty room* :shrug:

Keep going! I hope one reader is still enough! haha