» Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:35 pm Shi Empire of San Francisco, June 7th, 2285
The Shi were the greatest minds that the new nation of China had abandoned since the Great War. One could ponder on the distance they would have put between themselves and the revived nation, but the Shi had a cultural affinity for continuity, and their alliance to China was no exception. The now rebuilt Asian Republics, with their innumerable populations, marched across the remnants of the post-apocalyptic Orient like an Smith's hammer striking steel fresh from the furnace. The Shi had seen the wisdom of allying themselves with their ancestral homeland, and one could easily see the effect of it. As the N.C.R pushed further West, and the Enclave further North, while the Brotherhood lingered in the South, the Shi had amassed an army so great, so powerful, that not one nation would go unafflicted after their march. The invasion of the Midwest and Far East was not an invasion, it was an annexation on a scale unseen since the times of the Ancient Romans. The Shi, in their indominatable fortress of the city of San Francisco, had one message to the unsuspecting Eastern Frontier.
The land is ripe, and it now belongs to them.
The N.C.R, now leaderless with the death of President Kimball, all but went silent at the wake of the Shi war machine. The Enclave, assuming isolated dominion over the untouched lands of Oregon and Washington simply ignored the Shi, hoping that a diplomatic solution would lead to the aquisition of new technology. The Brotherhood, most greedful of them all, simply sat and stared at the amazing technology daily produced by Shi manufacturers, anticipating the chances of trading gold for Pre-War weapons schematics.
But as the Wasteland stood idle in awe, the ever expanding red veil of the Shi circumvented even the expectations of the local powers. The national anthem of the Shi rung through the wasteland as the restless marching of the Shi military continued. Change was coming in an unexpected manner. A massive tide of unvented anger is about to sweep across the nation. These are the Dragon Chronicles, and the Shi have sat quiet long enough.
But as the old saying goes, War, war never changes. Tao was one of the few ignorant souls in this wasteland upon which the concept had never manifested itself to him personally. That would change very quickly.
