It is 2082 and after five years, the Capital is changing. The Brotherhood with the support of the Lone Wanderer assaulted Raven Rock and destroyed the base. Yet in the light of the attack, the Enclave launched a counterassault upon Citadel with its Vertibirds killing many of the Brotherhood members. The Enclave retreated to Adams to heal and the power of Lyons Brotherhood was weakened.

In the next five years, factions have risen to dominance as city states. Megaton has grown larger while the Outcasts are readying for an attack on the weakened Lyons Brotherhood over its long doctrinal differences. Tenpenny Towers grew to absorbing the Warrington Train yard/Station becoming a regional power while Girdershade has grown into powerful trading hub for incoming Eastern traders, and similarly Canterbury Common becoming a Hub for all Capital Wasteland trade. These city states have grown in large power, becoming inlfuenctial in the Capital wastes. In the end, a storm is brewing as each faction whether or not, set their sights upon claiming Columbia, and sitting upon its thrones ruling its entire lands.

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Thread Three!

Paradise Falls Slavers

OOC: Part 2 from my last post.

From what Walker was able to tell, the battle was over in moments. Within minutes, he had seen vertibirds streaking across the sky as his men poured down assault rifle fire on the group which he had been only briefly informed to have been "the Mules." There was little else explanation he required. The Mules had been known by Paradise Falls for their opposition to the Falls slave trade, and had even began harassing slaver groups in the north. Walker was about to treat this as just another act of maintaining the balance. The slave trade had to be protected.

"Give em' hell boys!" He yelled out as his men began dashing for the group of Mules who were now scurrying in flight from the vertibird's aerial onslaught. The "battle" quickly turned into more of massacre than any sort of actual pitched combat. A few of the Mules were quickly downed by his men's unrelenting fire. One or two were run down once Walker let his hounds loose upon the fleeing men,

"Silas!" He called out behind him. To his right, Silas was firing round after round of of his Chinese assault rifle upon the fleeing men, "I want some of them taken alive!"

"Right then, HOLD YOUR FIRE BOYS!" Silas barked out to his attacking group. While Walker called out the same order to the slaver forces on the left flank.

From the looks of things, a few of the mules had managed to escape and were heading for the Potomac,

"Should we go after them boss?" One of the crew leader yelled out as the slaver force reached the site where now many of the Mules lay dead or dying.

Walker nodded, "Big John!" He ordered, get your crew together and take off after them. I imagine the dogs should have their scent. If you find them them, capture or kill them. Otherwise, loop around back to Paradise Falls. No sense in wasting to much time running after these rats."

With that done, the single slaver crew gave chase, as they took off in the direction that the Mules had just run in. Walker however, turned his attention back to the scene around him. Most of the men around him were dead: the Mules had been hit hard by the Vertibird fire. A few however, we're still alive.

Walker walked up to one of the men in particular who appeared to have a nasty shot to the leg which left him immobilized on the ground. He forced the man down with a sharp kick of his metal boot and placed his weight upon the man's chest: leaving him gasping for air,

"And yet again, the weak fall before the strong. Order is maintained. You're now the property of Paradise Falls, worm."

The Creed - James Matheson - Near Megaton

James quickly took out 4 of the Mules men then pulled back at the sight of the Slavers coming into the action as well

Hmm? Are the Slavers with the enclave?

James didn't dare take a shot, if these men were with the enclave.. they wanted allies with the Enclave not enemies,

Quickly he took one last shot at one of the surviving mules who had managed to get away,

Bang! The bullet smacked into the mule and made him plummet face first into the ground

James pulled his radio out,

"Targets neutralized, slavers seem to be helping the Enclave out aswell"

The radio spoke,

"I'll inform the Pathfinder and Merridash.. Good work soldier"

Robert Westford- The Fighting Molerat Tavern, second floor terrace

OOC: Just a note, Southerner is Robert's name for anyone from the DC metro area. So it's not a Dixieland kind of Southerner.

Robert had been seated for a while, waiting patiently for the Georgetown caravan to arrive. He was in the middle of a meal of Mirelurk cakes and a bottle of chilled Brahmin milk. He sat silently, reflecting on things and savouring the taste of each bite when a voice gave a simple question of "Have you considered my request?"

Robert looked up and put his fork and knife down, the voice was the Southerner, Kyle. "Not today, no. Your request was long decided. But please, have a seat." He waved a hand and a tone that was one of expectation, not a request. "Mr. Labhart, I was not 'ignoring' you. The more accurate statement is I was concerned for a Verti-Assault team razing my town. Please, discuss your terms and requests so we may have a proper parley." Robert smiled as a waitress approached. "But first, order your meal, sir. I find a fine meal offers fine diplomacy."

Kyle Labhart - The Fighting Mole Rat Tavern

Kyle nodded and smiled out of gratitude from the man's gesture. "I'll just have a bit of brahmin steak, please." He looked down into the diner to keep an eye on Hayley. "You know, it was her idea to stay through these consistent delays. I tried to explain that I am needed home, but she is determined to get something out of coming here. I suppose her sentiment has been a good thing." He buried his face in his hands and rested his arms on the table in front of him. "I propose that Georgetown joins the N-A-R, granted that I can still maintain rulership over the town.

Kyle proceeded to pop his knuckles by stretching his hands. "I know you're wondering what we can bring to the table...If the Township of Olney is ever pressed with an outside threat, the Wolves will come running to assist. In addition, we would be able to trade materials that we are continuing to scavenge from the D.C. ruins. Raw materials, guns, ammo, food, water, and possibly steel if the industrial plant can work at an efficient level soon. Among other things. Your town is in possession of technology and resources which would be invaluable in continuing to further improve upon Georgetown. I feel as if our towns could have a valuable trading relationship and you would also have a guard-dog nearby if needed." He looked up as he thought about what he has just recited. Did I forget anything?

"Oh, yes. If you or any resident from your town needs safe passage through DC, we can oblige. Your people would be welcome in Georgetown as a safe haven inside the fire."