I haven't written in forever, ever since that other fan-fic........Dragon something was discontinued. I hope to make a new fan-fic regarding the inconvenient truth. Lot's of player's have questions about the lore of Fallout 3 and the event's after Broken Steel. Let's say that there was another alternate history within an alternate history.

What if the Lone Wanderer never existed? What if the Brotherhood never discovered the Enclave? What if the Enclave is still hiding within Raven Rock? What if Project Purity truly died out? This is a story to settle those claim's un-officialy, without the intervention of some un-named and un-sung hero. This is the tale of the wasteland as it was................................................

Story
The year is 2279, three year's after the Brotherhood became integrated into the N.C.R as an energy weapons development firm. Most of the West Coast is under N.C.R control, with a blistering non-mutant population of ten million citizens, all thank's to political manipulation on the Enclave's part. The Oil Rig and Navarro continue to be the Enclave headquarters and operations center. Washington and Oregon are claimed and populated by Enclave collaborators within the N.C.R, ending expansion in the North. Nevada, Montana, Nebraska, and New Mexico are claimed by the N.C.R, and are developing states. The Midwestern Brotherhood finally collapses after ten year's of internal strife between Elders. The Mid-West is a lawless frontier and battlefield between rebelling mutant populations and Brotherhood pure-strain humans. The East Coast Brotherhood is still buckling under the pressure from super mutant raid's on the Citadel. The Northeaster Enclave, under the command of Vice President Eden, expand's into the Northern states, taking over Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, Pennsylvania and Maine.

The first few month's of 2279 are marked again with the expansion of the N.C.R into the South, bringing more pre-war communities under the pure-strain banner of the N.C.R. President Tandi dies that same year, being succeeded by Senator Westin. Pre-War infrastructure in the far West and deep South is restored with effort's from the N.C.R and West Coast Brotherhood. Starting by August of 2279, the East Coast Brotherhood cleanses Washington D.C using the might of Liberty Prime. The Enclave forces stationed in Raven Rock continue monitoring the wasteland, Maryland and Delaware the only states not under Enclave or N.C.R control. August 23rd, Elder Lyon's dies of a heart attack, the East Coast Brotherhood and the Outcast's fighting over who will succeed him. Sarah Lyon's lead's her followers to the Capital Building, where she create's her own fortress within the D.C ruin's. Post-war Virginia is reclaimed by the Enclave, the Outcast's integrated into their ranks.

Current Event's: The Potomac River is the dividing line between the Northern D.C waste's and the Virginia border. The Enclave re-construct Virginia's infrastructure and erect a wall around the Potomac River border. Canterburry Common's is the current trade hub of the wasteland, becoming a city with a population of 12,000 citizens. Super mutant's find themselves isolated from their former home of Vault 87 after the Enclave Wall is constructed, forcing them to turn to the D.C ruin's for refuge. Under leadership from Fawkes, an intelligent FEV mutant, the mutant army slaughter's a majority of the raider's in the D.C outskirts, leaving the Brotherhood to it's own devices. The day is August 28th, Rivet City grow's to a pure-strain population of 800, and re-builds it's broken bow, taking leave from the D.C ruin's into the outskirt's of Maryland, near Point Lookout. The Enclave watches as an N.C.R excursion force enter's D.C, declaring instant war against Fawke's mutants. Chaos, as usual, ensues.


That's the background on this fan-fic. Vote if you want it or not..

Let me take this time to welcome you to the forums :clap:

As for this story, I'm going to have to see more before I can actually judge whether not you should continue. A background is great and all, but if I'm going to see your true writing potential, I'm going to have to see the first chapter. The background checks out fine to me though, if that's what your wondering. And even if people say you shouldn't continue, you really should.

Anyway, I look forward to seeing you writing ability again.

This is going to sound completely stupid, but the only inconvenient truth I know of is the Al Gore climate movie. Is this just a fan-fic or is it part of Fallout lore?

YOU MUST DO THIS!! The Background had me thinking how this could be the best story ever!

where's the option 'Hell Yes!!' s'pose to be at?

Keep banging that keyboard, Frost. I'm reading it.


..and since I don't do fishysticks.. have a thumb. :goodjob:

Awesome setting layout.
This sounds like solid ground for an epic saga.

( Here we go!)

Chapter 1: The D.C Welcome Wagon

Capital Wasteland, Northern D.C wastes, N.C.R 3rd Ranger Division, August 28th, 2279, 8:00AM

The scorching sun of the wasteland, which to many was unbearable, was nothing for the 3rd Ranger Division, who had braved the fiercest of heat under fire from all sort's of creatures and people. Slaver's, the Master's Remnant, New Reno gang's and all were defeated, and the N.C.R banner had been held high up to that point. Word had come only a month ago that the N.C.R made contact with Sarah's splinter Brotherhood group. Talk's were attempted, but every time the N.C.R opened a channel, Sarah's men would only announce infringement upon Brotherhood radio signals. Flare's are running, the 3rd Division spearheading the assault into what was known as Old Olney. Their mission is to set up a base of operations within the Northern Wastes, and to take out Sarah Lyon's from the East Coast B.O.S's leadership.

John, one of the few veteran's of the N.C.R and Slaver War, was busy checking an old, dusty map; attempting to sort out what every little scribble on it meant. John was a man of little patience, and was about to burst when one of his men tapped him on the shoulder.

" Sir, we've got bearing's on what look's like a settlement. Do you want us to go inspect it?"

John was already annoyed by the fact that he was lost, but even more that his men didn't realize it.

" Send three men to check it out. If you get shot, well, let's just say that I said so." John cynically remarked.

" Yes Sir!!" The trooper replied.

John then ignored him as the man began looking for a small squad to join him. Within moment's three eager youth's from what looked like the Hub joined him, leaving the group. John simply halted everyone and gave them the signal to break and rest. A D.C wastelander would probally marvel at three people gathering near a road, but would more likely faint at the sight of 300 heavily armed soldier's just sitting down and passing drink's and pure water.

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Paladin Finley grinned as he saw the small figures of three men in N.C.R Ranger armor.

" Just three bastard's to inspect the waste's? What a pile of crap. Someone had to send something else, like tech, or vehicles! Initiate Roy, what do you have on your binoculars?"

The initiate from behind him slowly stood up and crawled to Finley's position, dully stopping before hitting the rock Finley was leaning on.

" S-Sir, we've got bearing's on a large group west of where these three came from. The knight say's that they number over 100....should we flank them or intercept the recon team?"

Finley slapped his fist against his forehead, not realizing he was in full power armor coverage.

" Initiate, do you think a squad of 30 had a chance against an army of over 100?! Sometime's I really question why Sarah bother's with recruits......"

The Initiate gave a quite mutter, returning back to his place in the foothill.

" Alright boy's, I want this nice and clean, intercept the recon team and screw anyone up that does not comply. Roger that?"

The small platoon of initiate's and knight's simply saluted, giving a generic " Yes Sir"

Finley was about to lay off the rock when one of the initiate's head's popped.

" Aw crap......."

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Mutant Overlord Kogar let out a roar as the tiny human's from afar began scurrying.

" Let them feel the full might of the true masters of this land! Charge my brothers!!!"

The yellow horde he lead, composing of 40 brute's armed with various rifle's and missile launcher's also let out a roar, charging with medieval religious fervor. The Brotherhood platoon from afar was already busy hurling back bullet's and laser streak's, doing little but down 3 mutants. The horde was almost unstoppable as Kogar led the charge, lifting his hand's to reveal a large Super Sledge, covered with modified rail spikes dipped in Radscorpion poison.

" Time to die!!"

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Paladin Finley and his platoon began to disperse as the mutant charge finally buckled against a measly wall of brave initiates. Finley continued firing round's from his AE-R9 rifle when he heard more shouting to his Northwest. He ignored it and continued firing, watching as his initiate's and knight's took position's around the nearby rock's, firing and taking down 5 more mutants.

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John stood upon a high rock, simply raising his hand. The N.C.R's mortar division's were a costly but incredibly effective investment, and within moment's of John's signal, began raining fire on both the supermutant's and the Brotherhood. Funny enough, he noticed from afar slight difference's in the Master's mutant's and these.

" Eh, they're all the same, just ugly."

John grabbed his Wattz 2043B radio, calling the mortar strike off.

" Alright men, Sgt. Vasquez, I want you to lead squad's 1 and 5 into the small field of rock's right to the East of that hill, wait for them to scatter.

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Paladin Finley was amazed when he saw little bomblet's falling from the sky, blowing apart initiate and mutant in a gory masquerade.

" To the east, to the east you idiot's!!"

With his now meager force of 15, Finley began to direct his men into the east, where John's prediction was foretold. The supermutant's in tail, Finley ran as fast as he could, hoping he wouldn't lose any other initiate's in this fiasco. As luck had it, Finley came under laser fire from the Northeast, where the previously ignored Ranger's now took the opportunity to pick his men off one by one; yet before he could contemplate Sarah's punishment, a lucky Ranger found his mark on Finley's power armor nuclear power pack of microfusion cells.

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Vasquez was simply grinning when he saw a large white mushroom cloud where the enemy force's had been, watching and waiting for any sign's of movement from the enemy. 3 mutant's appeared from the mist, charging madly with bloodlust. Vasquez simply yawned and waved his hand, watching as the three hulking figure's were cut down in less than a second. Pulling out his radio, he simply laughed.

" Like the firework's?"

" Just like a Shi New Year's, good job. Let's check up on that settlement, they're probably panicking about what just happened."

" Sure, I've got all the time in the world. I'll see you there."

Vasquez and his men simply walked away from the scene, like ghost's of the night.

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Super Mutant Overlord Kogar simply stood still, both of his leg's mauled from the explosion.

" I have failed the grand General, but I will not fail in honorable death!"

Kogar took out a small grenade from his leather pouch and pulled the pin, grinning as he laid back his head.

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John flinched as he heard an explosion from afar; moment's later watching as little chunk's of mutant remain's began bouncing off the rock's like jelly beans.

" I already miss Shady Sands...."

The grunt from the recon patrol, half dazed, half excited, smiled.

" So do I.......Iguana?"

John took the edible and began chewing hastily, hoping to savor every last moment of the nostalgic meal.

" Where to, sir?"

" We're going to take a small trip and vist our neighbors from the East."

The division mobilized once more at John's signal, marching in perfect formation. A drastic contrast to the Brotherhood's rather unpleasant employment method's. John, being the Ranger he was, simply marched on, wondering when he would get to move back home. Where civilization is.....civilization, hehe, who am I kidding.

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Hope you enjoyed my First Chapter.

Chapter 2: Does this even work?

John and Vasquez had already stopped a few meters from battleground before they came upon a large, iron gate, white paint thrown around to spell out " New Guardsmen"

" Great, now we're going to put up with a bunch of patriotic psycho's. Anything I miss?" Vasquez remarked

" Not much. You wanna knock on their door?" John replied.

" Send in one of the privates. They can relate to these weirdo's much better than I ever will."

" Private Coleman, you here?"

" Yes Sir! Private Coleman, reporting for duty!"

" Good. You see that gate ahead?"

" Yeah"

" Go knock on it and try and figure out who lives there."

The Ranger was already jogging to the gate when John finished, hoping the trooper wouldn't get his brains bashed by some nut-job. The soldier simply gave a common knock, waiting a few moments for a reply. Suddenly, the door began to open, the sound of mechanical gears grinding and straining to move the behemoth door. A slender figure emerged from the entrance, covered in combat armor and a small helmet with a variety of vulgar words inscribed. The private simply ran back into the formation with John, who was wielding his laser rifle with a determined zeal. The figure in combat armor now emerged from the shadow's, giving an odd grin as he stumbled his way through the rocks.

" William Goldman, town Sheriff and guns-crafter. What bring's ya to my little town?"

" I'm Colonel John Hendricks, and I'm here on the behalf of the N.C.R. I simply come asking for directions."

" What would ya be seeking then? There ain't much out there besides the D.C ruins, and the Brotherhood fort. Got a few settlements to the North, and a few to the East."

" Old Olney"

William simply stepped back from John, making the figure of a cross on his forehead. John simply looked puzzled, while Vasquez was busy muttering a song.

" ARE YOU MAD?! Not a single living soul that goes there ever comes out!"

" What do you imply by that? Deathclaws?"

" Lot's of em. So many that you couldn't get within a few inches before getting ripped up like a brahmin during thanksgiving."

" What about the nearby vault? I heard that it's still going strong."

" The Enclave got's control of it. Rebuilt the damn place and locked it off, saying that we wasters still need to civilize before getting certain "privileges". All they do now is air-drop us water."

" Can you at least guide us to Old Olney, or give us the general direction?"

" It's best if you bunker down here. With that many folk with you, you'd make a good camp inside our walls. We need the extra manpower."

" You have space for 500 men?"

" In the landfill we do. Just set up a few tent's and we'll do fine with you."

William let out a small holler, waiting for the gate to creak fully open. It didn't.

" Damn thing's don't work anymore now a day's."

I see that it's been a very long time since you've gotten comments, and I want you to know I will read and comment later, but don't feel like reading allof that right now. I just hope my input is enought to keep you going.

Makes for interesting reading. I like. Keep going. You'll become a better writer as you go.

Chapter 3: Land's Unknown and Undiscovered

New Guardsmen, August 29th, 12:21 Hour's
John had been busy for the past five hour's inspecting the Division's new home, well, what one in the wasteland could call it. The town had taking a new liking to his soldier's, and held a large parade in the morning to greet the army, waving makeshift flag's of the N.C.R.

Finally, someone who doesn't want to blow our head's off. John mentally remarked.

" Sir, we've just spotted movement to the South. Look's like raiders. Our order's?"

John immediately shifted his mind back to the day's of the N.C.R during it's expansion. The New Khan's came into his mind.

" I want men on every wall near the gate. We're going hunting."

" Yes sir!" The trooper remarked with enthusiasm.


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Northern Waste's, Black Eye Raider Hunting Party

The large raider group had been scouting for age's, and without the support of the local wildlife, wouldn't have an easy picking's with New Guardsmen. Chieftain Smith knew that well, and he had led his clan far from home, to prove himself to the rest of the raider clan's. His name would be revered and sung by slave's for age's to come. All he had to do was........

" Boss! Sniper on the left ridge! Look's like the town guard!"

" What?! I thought the town was undefended and vulnerable! When did they get merc's?"

" Don't know, all we can figure out is that they're damn accurate! They picked off Marley and Will with no tracer's!"

" [censored]! Open the formation and charge the gate! I'll be leading you and Blood Squad to the gate, where we can plant the explosive's and charge. Get to it!"

" Aye Boss"
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Vasquez and his squad were already busy sending laser packed fury at the raiders when they began to disperse. His shot's became more and more inaccurate as they fled, charging through the undergrowth and local hill's.

" Trooper Jenkin's! Do we have access to the mortar's yet?"

" Sir! We've been told to pick them off, the raider's aren't in range yet!" The man screamed.

" Tell John to get the local security and have them barrage the hillside. We'll be able to move to the West Wall and finish them off from there."

" Sir, another prob. We don't know where he is!"

" What!?"

" We don't know where he is! I sent a few Private's to investigate, but all they said was that he was gone."

" Why does he alway's do that!!!! "

" Sir, more of them incoming!"

" I said keep firing! Who told you idiot's to start dying! "

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Smith was already preparing the bomb, his men laying down a hail of fire from their entrenched position; but that wasn't enough. His men were dying by the minute, and soon his raiding party would be burning ash unless he found a way to speed up the process. Unfortunately, when he brainstormed, he looked around to realize the majorty of his men were now dead, laying on the floor like a beached fishes.

" I am Chieftain Smith, prepare to die!!! " He yelled out. He heard as remnant's of the raiding party yelled back in reply, firing more upon the wall's.

Smith took the opportunity to charge the now idle gate, charging to the front door. But then....

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John chuckled as the idiot raider captain made a run for the door, not even bothering to look at the nearby foxhole he was hiding in. John unsheathed his knife, readying to jump.

The moment was quick and fatal, the raider not even realizing his death as John smashed into him; ripping apart his throat like a butcher cutting his choice meat. The raider let out a few gasp's, but it was useless, as he was now on the floor, bleeding for his life. John stood up, taking the knife out of the lowlife.

" Nice try. " John finally remarked, as he left the man. Smith, the Raider Chieftain, was on his death spasm, and he had no grunt to be his shield or lackey anymore. He had failed.

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" Nice one, thought you just ghosted on us. We just finished off the last few raider's left, they didn't stand a chance. We've got one casualty though." Vasquez told John, now emerging from the gate's.

" Who is it? "

" Jenkin's. He got shot in the leg. He's in the town clinic, but he'll live."

" Then that's it. We can continue, no problem's until we get to Oldney, I presume."

" I'd rather just take a long ass nap until we get there, but have it your way." Vasquez jokingly told. The humour among the troop's was low, but now they had their second victory, giving a huge morale boost to their hopes.

" What do we do about the Brotherhood though? Sarah Lyon's isn't going to give up that easily, and in her delusional state, we won't get very far without a good plan."

" We'll call the West Coast H.Q and let them know about the botched meeting; then, we march on to Oldney. Seem's good?"

" Fine by me. Just want to know when we leave."

" After tomorrow, we need to discuss a few thing's with the Sheriff."

Vasquez gave a puzzled look.

" You mean Goldman? I thought he was just a half-senile gun nut. What do we need him for? We've already got the map."

" Land's unknown and undiscovered are what Columbus strived to look for; instead he found America. What if we find something else instead of Oldney?"

" Good point. I've had enough raider's and mutant's to last a lifetime. I'm sleeping, screw this."

" I'll talk to the Sheriff then. Just remember, it's by Friday."

" Damn, now my friday just go ruined...." Vasquez moaned.

" Well, so did mine."

OOC: I SHALL BE HEARD. THOU SHALL READ THY FAN FIC!

Chapter 4: March of the Republic, Screams of the Conquered

Capital Wasteland, Capitol Hill Trenches

Sarah Lyons roared through her helmet as her men charged the mutant line. Ten days of preparation and she had not yet gained ground, this day would likely be indifferent just as every assault had been. She charged, and like in a melodic sequence, her men charged behind her, screaming as mutant lead tore punctures and holes into their fine steel armor. Had Sarah still owned the Citadel and it's abundance of technology, she would have conquered the wastes, so she thought. Her thoughts caught her off-guard as a mutant tossed his nailboard at her. She used her already amazing fighting prowess to dodge the blunt instrument, silently blinking as the mutant vaporized, her laser rifle leaving a soft hum in the lumbering giants wake. Man tangled with mutant, and blood flowed freely across the dry earth. Sarah had known it too well to care any longer. She had one goal, and that was the demise of the Enclave and Mutant. Every life was just another pawn to gain a foothold, and she was oblivious to the horrendous atrocities she commited in the name of freedom and liberty. Her father may had been a kind hearted man with foolish goals, but she was now a woman of vision, and she would not tolerate failure. Her scouts reported the N.C.R's movement, and she remained adamant in her confidence. She would not let them gain anything from her realm.

" Brothers and Sisters! Our time to cleanse has come, charge you fool's! Charge into the purifying fire that will eradicate the plague!" She demanded. Her soldiers knew the role they played, and in an organized shuffle, flames erupted into the surrounding area, burning both mutant and wounded soldiers. Sarah marched angrily, smacking aside the regulars of the mutant army, using her power armored fists as battering rams. To her left, she saw five Masters climing upon a pile of rubble, commanding their "Brothers" to assault the weak spot in her position. She turned around to see the blazing sight of her flamethrowers on fire, screaming as the mutants shot them in glee. Sarah was still too busy fighting the mainstream grunts, and she preferred ripping their limbs to dealing with a minor problem. Her tact was simple, and the damage the flamers had caused was done. The mutants scrambled as Brotherhood soldiers crossed rock-hard ramparts, engulging Capitol Hill in a steel wave. Sarah knew this was the moment of victory or defeat, and she personally started pushing ahead of her men, firing her rifle with an intensity only matched by her years of experience in the art of sacrificing human lives for a constantly remodeled cause. She sometimes cynically smiled while dwelling upon this thought, but her bloodlust kept her from any rational thought at the moment. She was focused on killing her mortal enemies by the dozen, and she was doing it with pure joy. The Brotherhood soldiers collided against the mutant walls, showering red streaks across the trenches as man punched mutant, and mutant crushed man. It was the battle of evolution, and though Charles Darwin would not have been proud to witness the carnage, he would have assuredly been proud to witness the power and strength displayed by the Brotherhood infantry.

Gunfire and screaming continued as most irrelevant sounds were drowned out, the birds left to sing their sorrowful tone unheard. Sarahs men continued advancing, the mutant tide retreating as her men pushed on with massive amounts of gunfire. Had there been a surviving annalist, the battle would have been summarized to be the modern apocalyptic equivalent of Hannibal crossing the Swiss Alps and invading the ripe Roman countryside. Paladins led the nervious legions of initiates, charging in their rusted armor like cavalry descending upon the frightened forces of the Native American Tribals. Sarah continued pushing on, howling with madness as her men began to push back the mutant flanks. Sarah herself had been surprised, but no more would that be when the Black Sparrow descended upon her, trumping her temporary success. The horizon was filled with haze, but through the rubble, the Brotherhood and Mutant forces alike could witness the dread inspiring sight of an Enclave Vertibird armed with an exterminator squad. Sarah yelled a collective of curses as the machine passed by, dropping one single mini-nuke upon the mutants, scattering them while they ran for the hills like thirsting buffaloes. The historic moment for the Brotherhood was shattered as the Vertibird dropped off it's even deadlier cargo. Five Enclave Exterminators.

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Officer Keegan wasn't surprised to find the Brotherhood fighting at this hour. They had been desperate enough to try and actually push the mutants out of the trenches. Foolish as it seemed, he noticed for a brief moment aboard the vertibird that they were actually succeeding. Poor Bastards. He thought. The two corporals to his left began firing off gattling laser streaks, scorching the metal and flesh off the intertwined enemy. The man himself was a skilled soldier, and he danced about the field, firing off plasma shots from his pistol, cursing as he almost stained his officers suit. The Enclave team was mopping the place within seconds, and although the Brotherhood was a large threat, the soldiers took personal prejudice against the mutant forces, slacking off on the Brotherhood long enough to watch them scatter back to the Capitol Building. Keegan himself was busying throwing plasma grenades at the mutant formations, ignoring the frantic and scared soldiers that ran past him, oblivious to their battle ruiner. Sarah Lyons was loose on the mutants, and she slowly retreated, typical of her psyche. Keegan had a fond interest in her, but could not find the courage to ask his superiors " Oh, because of our effort to eradicate the Brotherhood, could you award me their bloodthirsty and Enclave-loathing Sentinel? Thanks." The thought made him laugh, but he continued with the pathetic fantasy. Eden couldn't care any less, the man thought.

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The battlefield was silent. Hours had now passed since the grand battle took place. The Enclave had left, the Brotherhood was busy recovering, and the mutants were busy packing their belongings. Even the great Warlord Fawkes himself realized the mistake of his actions, and it had led to the demise of his greatest commanders. The Brotherhood had taken great losses, and both sides would be busy recruiting from the already exhaused locals. Sarah, her pride, Fawkes, his ego. Both damaged, both irrepairable. The Enclave sat again in the shadows, manipulating the strings of the Wastes as the N.C.R Rangers made headway into the outskirts, encroaching on the land of the dying.


" What a disgusting way to live." Colonel Autumn reminded himself. Perhaps time would tell if even the slaughter of mutants and the Brotherhood would prove boring. The man had spent the past five years of his career playing chess with Eden during operations break. " I'll be damned if I'm going to watch this go on. We need those Rangers now. Officer Hendricks, I want you to report to Eden and ask him for the latest situational report concering the rendezvous with our friends from the West.

A random voice generically replied in military fashion, " Yes Sir!"

The sleeping dragon awaked, and the Enclave mobilized for the first time in fifty years.


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Chapter 5: Echoes of the Past

September 5th, 2279, Old Oldney Outskirts

John and his men had marched without stop through the wastes. The thudding sound of 500 men marching in unison rattled the dormant earth, raiders of all likes coming to watch the spectacle through the night. John felt no concern, for he knew that they were too cowardly for an assault against his force. Vasquez made it a private hobby to have scared the Jet out of the Raiders, firing his rifle into the air sporadically at random intervals, keeping the jackal's at bay. John was busy cornering his eye on an empty camp when he heard a slight whirring sound from the East. The entire party stopped briefly to witness the sight of a vertibird dashing through the horizon. John knew he was close, calling his best officers near him.

" We've got less than five days-worth of supplies. Any suggestions on how we breach the town? " Asked a nervous Sergeant. John pointed to the abandoned camp not far from their position.

" We make a small trip to the NorthWest and we'll be on our way to a likely source of supplies. Gather the men around the hill adjacent to the camp and prepare to lead two scout teams. Vasquez will peer through the North, while Rollin will take the East slopes. Any contact, we'll know about it. We set out now, so I suggest any opinions be shared now. "

" Sir, we need to go right now? We could make a small dash for Oldney. I suggest we pull in the mortar division, gas bombard the whole place, then march through the gates. We don't have all day to camp at every little hole we find. " One of his Leuitenants mentioned.

John simply nodded then pointed to the far SouthEast.


" Raiders. They find out we're nabbing Oldney and they'll come in full force. Besides, we've got likely Brotherhood Patrols on the run, and the idea of getting stuck with both isn't tactically appealing. Is that all? "

The man nodded, keeping his silence. John nodded in frustrated gratitude and began bellowing orders to the various squad leaders, organizing the first expedition with only a pair of hours. His men quickly marched above a small hill, making small Phalanx formations. Vasquez and Rollin lead their squads away into the shadows while John watched high above. Time passed as various radiomen walked to John with haste, never faltering in the updates and news. John quietly sat down on the ground while he awaited the next transmission, hoping for some good news. He didn't.

Within moments of the fifthteenth transmission, John eventually found out the name of the camp. " Dale ". He kept his silence as his radioman quietly panicked, praying to some unmentioned deity that compromised the N.C.R cultural scene. John quickly knew he couldn't spare anyone the horror of that camp, and within minutes of the Recon Team's arrival, " Dale " was nothing more than a burning ruin. His men were mentally puzzled as to John's actions, but they didn't dare question him until they found out for themselves. The evidence was apparent. By dawn, his men had strode past the camp, and the sight of rotting human flesh and butcher knives scattered across the camp revealed the sick inhabitants craving. The Rangers moved on, dotting the various roads towards Oldney, ready for whatever the world would toss at them, already having seen and become the worst humanity had to offer.

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Chapter 6: The Enclave Curtain

G.N.R Radio Station, D.C Ruins, September 6th, 2279

Clanking footsteps could be heard across the hall, short moments of screaming and anguish could be heard periodically. The mental torture and guilt being thrown at the man was unbearable, but he had lost his spark. Three-Dog, the great, now lay in a puddle of blood draqed across the floor as the Enclave Exterminator Squad finished up, making sure to burn the remains of his former friends. Much to his disgust, the station's music was being procured, hoarded by the Enclave Officers sweeping the facility. Three-Dog was certain he was finished, not ready to accept his fate. In a sick mockery of his endeavour, the last broadcast of G.N.R was played on the station P.A system, the longing melodies of Bob Crosby and the Bobcats echoing throughout. He was on the verge of tears, and yet he hadn't the courage to reveal himself. His panic suddenly calmed as he heard an Officer talking to a nearby corporal.

"Autumn say's we're here to get the music and get out. Never said anything about a V.I.P target. Order's are to stand down and retrieve any important documents you sniff around. Find Three-Dog, well, that's up to you." The Officer remarked.

" If I find the little bastard, I'm taking a Verti to Paradise Falls as soon as I can. You wanna bet how much he's worth to them? "

" You think they're just going to let you stroll in? Three-Dog is going to Fort Independence as soon as we nab him. They say Doc Strauss has a new stimulant he want's to test. "

Three-Dog nearly collapsed.

" Sir, I thought you said....."

" I said Autumn didn't want him dead. Doesn't mean we cant have a little fun. "

" Wait-Crap, Sigma Squad is coming in personally to oversee this op. Why the hell would they care? "

" Probably trying to nab the idiot before we do. You check for him while I handle the comm channel. "

"Roger that"

Three-Dog followed by a slight shriek, instantly revealing his hiding location.

" Looks like we've got a winner. " The corporal answered.

Three-Dog stood up in a dignified manner, attempting to appeal to the human inside of the power armoured goliath before him.

" You probably know me. I'm the one who's been talking the Good Fight for 9 years straight, and I ain't gonna stop. "

" Shut the hell up. If it weren't for you playing the song "Maybe" on my first date, I would have blasted you to bits by now. Get out before I change my mind and send you to the Officer. "

Three-Dog gave a quick smirk, noting to change the tone of his Anti-Eden broadcasts the second he got his hands on a new radio set. Leaving the corporal to his duties, Three-Dog quietly walked out the back entrance, hoping to not alert himself to any potential captors. He crawled through a small opening in the wall, walking over the lifeless body of a Brotherhood knight. He picked up a small laser pistol and some ammo from the corpse, gathering his gear before jogging out of the station. His awkward encounter with the soldier had given him a different perspective on the Enclave, but it hadn't lessened his resolve to support the Brotherhood. He assured himself he'd find shelter in the Mall, in the Underworld. He hoped the ghouls there had at least survived the Enclave sweep of the Northern States. His silhouette made a last appearance on the cold floor of the station before it easily vanished. Three-Dog then disappeared, having left no trace of himself but his ruined dream.


September 7th, 2279, Old Olney, 8:12 P.M

John sweeped the corner, aiming his rifle at any shadow he could find. The top of the city was an easy sweep, as some previous benefactor had already thinned the numbers of the Deathclaws nestled there. The sewers were a drastically different story. John and Vasquez took the sewers at two different entry points, and while his men above were busy barricading the town, he was busy fighting for his life. Vasquez took a step forward ahead, catching John's eye. At a moment like this, no one was too paranoid. A small growl was heard as another Deathclaw stormed out of the following room, attempting to swing at Vasquez. His superior training and experience allowed him to duck underneath the creatures wide leap, firing beneath the torso and legs. John took aim for the arms, letting his Laser Rifle swipe away swathes of flesh from the already wounded animal. John and Vasquez let out a relieved sigh as the Deathclaw crashed to the floor.

" Third level sweeped. Nothing more after this. I did pick up some hospital equipment near the second level though, might be worth checking out. "

" Vasquez, you hear that humming? "

Vasquez paused, trying to listen.

" You on Jet, John? I don't hear anything. "

John paused again. Vasquez ignored him and opened his helmet's comm. device.

" Squad Charlie, this is Sergeant Vasquez, please report. "

The radio gave a similiar silence to that of John.

" This is Squad Charlie, Sarge. We're picking up massive E.M signals from outside. The guys from Foxtrot opened up a hospital a while ago, but we also found something else. Looks like an abandoned generator of some sort. Real advanced, too. "

Vasquez slowly turned to John.

" Told you so. Must be the generator trying to keep up with these low reserves. I'm surprised it hasn't blown yet. " John replied

" Can't be working off reserves. If the E.M level's are high, and we're in Old Oldney, then according to this Brotherhood Report...." Vasquez inquired, pulling out a small map from his briast-pocket.

" Then what, Vasquez? "

" We just found a huge ass source of energy supply. With that kind of power, we can light the whole town. "

" Or attract the entire wasteland to us. Tell Foxtrot to leave the thing alone until we can get the tech's down there. "

" You heard the man, Charlie. Tell Foxtrot to gather all our field engineers and start working on how to manage that station. Roger? "

The radio slowly buzzed.

" Roger that, Sergeant."

Vasquez and John then trekked back from their path in the sewers, clambering up the ladders to reveal the inital sight of a fortress.

" Sure doesn't beat the Virginia wall. " Vasquez complained.

" It'll do. "

This is interesting to read.

Can;t find anything wrong with it, then again I'm not a native speaker.

The buildup of the chapter is arranged well, the flow is good, it doesn't fell rushed.


I'd like to see more.

An interesting, superb read indeed. Don't fret if you don't see any comments, old boy. The show story MUST go on! It is one thing to read, it is another to write. Note that I've not past the second chapter, as I am still reading. Good luck old boy!