Second thread Might as well do it now. http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1171818-the-life-and-death-of-alan-sutler/

September 16^th, 2277

“Attention all personnel, this is Colonel Autumn. On the orders of President Eden Operation: Condign has now begun. All Phase One personnel are to proceed Level 2, collect equipment and proceed to the hanger area. I repeat; all Phase One personnel are to proceed to Level 2, collect your equipment and proceed to the hanger area. 1^st Company is to report to the Mess Hall for new orders, 1^st Company to the Mess Hall. All Phase Two personnel proceed to Level 2, Main Storage and prepare equipment for deployment, Phase Two personnel, Main Storage.”

Sutler was double-timing down the corridors which had soon become a nightmare of personnel, it reminded him of the corridors on the ENCLAVE when the reactor was going into meltdown and everyone was scrambling to get to the roof but he pushed the unpleasant recollection from his head; maybe Eden was right in a small way, the ENCLAVE was a lifetime away and the immediate was all that mattered. Whether he agreed with the plan or not his men would be out there and he had a responsibility to keep them safe; once Eden had been removed the Project could re-begin and the proper American future established anyway.

As Autumn mentioned 1^st Company however, Sutler did a double-take; Gordon was in 1^st Company – which was presumably now taking part in securing the Jefferson Memorial. Checking his watch, Sutler figured Gordon would be coming from the training room; he changed course for the central corridor and began calling.

“Corporal Sutler, Corporal Sutler this is your father respond at-once.” After a few minutes there was a response.

“Sir?”

“It’s alright son,” Sutler said. “At-ease.”

“What the matter pop? Something about the mission?”

“No son, look I was hoping you’d be coming to Adams Air Force Base with me and we could bound over the brutalised bodies of our enemy but that doesn’t appear to be the case anymore. There’s a chance here that you might have to actually deal with these mainlanders with a modicum of amicability, make sure that you keep them under guard and be wary of their tricks. I’ve done this before, mainlanders are simple and appreciate the little things because they have nothing; keep your instructions brief and to the point; they’ve likely been de-sensitised to threats of violence so make sure you keep in mind which one to make an example of if the order is given. But then again I guess that’s dependant on Colonel Autumn’s jurisdiction these days…” Sulter trailed off, Act 312 had been a blessing back in the old days.

“I trust Uncle Autumn’s authority pop, I’m sure he’ll keep everything under control; you trust the Colonel right? I know President Eden does.”

“Son, the Colonel and I have known each-other since we could talk; I trust him with my life and more, trust me. Just do as he says and he’ll see you right. You know I’m being stationed away but I’ll telephone you as soon as I get a chance too; make sure you tell Mom too. I have to go now and so do you; God Bless America son.”

He shook his son’s hand tightly and held longer than normal before letting go and standing to watch his son, already in his Battle-Dress Uniform, disappear into the throng of armoured soldiers.

* * * * *

Sutler would almost have given anything for the Vertibirds to have windows; the sight of the sky full of aircraft is something he and a great many others would have given anything to see. It had been years since he’d been into combat, his ever trusty Gauss Pistol holstered at his side, Ripper attached to his left-thigh and a pair of plasma grenades at his jostling about at his hip; it was as if the years had melted away and Sutler felt truly strong again, even if it was most likely that he wouldn’t use any in battle to-day.

“In position in thirty seconds, get ready!” The pilot shouted back.

“Alright men,” Sutler turned to his men, it was death or glory time. “We’ve drilled it more times than we can imagine, but to-day it’s time for the first steps in re-claiming our nation. God Bless America!”

There was a cry of “God Bless America,” “God Bless the Enclave” and even a “For President Eden.” Sutler tried not to let it bother him before manoeuvring himself to the doorway and grabbing hold of the railing to his left; he was really starting to miss the auto-stabilisation of Power Armour. The atmosphere was silent; glances were exchanged between men and last minute checks were being done to micro-fusion cell connections. Suddenly, the light above the door turned green and there was a triumphant war-cry as Sutler burst through the door and into the harsh light of day.

The landing hurt, there was a drop from the doorway to the ground that wouldn’t effect a trooper in power armour or even just a younger man but Sutler couldn’t wait for even a second to recover as the next trooper would be jumping down on him in less than a second.

Sutler had been inserted at the head of the runway so he could immediately lead his men into NORAD’s Mobile Consolidated Command Center; a leviathan of a vehicle which sat at the head of the run-way and would become the centre of operations for the new forward operating base. Un-augmented vision within the Crawler presented a problem though an un-repentant Sutler continued to lead into the belly of the machine. Plans of the Crawler had been studied meticulously before the battle and it was here – in the maintenance bay – that the two fire-teams would separate to cover both entrances to the upper floors.

As Sutler led his team up he began noticing that all the bulkhead doors were open, an occasional gust of wind causing them to grind on their hinges; of course there was no indication of when they had been left open, it just meant that Sutler had to stay alert as the thin and cluttered corridors made it difficult for five men – four of whom in power armour – to effectively manoeuvre at a quick pace through the Crawler. There was little in the way of resistance however, a few radioactive mutants in the scraggy remains of Air-Force Uniforms which Sutler and company were more than pleased to put down; feeling the real-life kick of his trusty pistol as the upper torso of a mutant was pulverised took Sutler back, back to the salad days of Navarro – which despite being only years after the ENCLAVE incident remained good memories.

* * * * *

From the helipad of the Crawler, AAFB was a sight to behold in the final hours of the day and though he’d seen it in the simulations countless times, knowing everything was really in-action made it all so much better; the rhythmic sound of rotors beating the air, the un-predictable odour of the ruins and the weight of responsibility were the subtle nuances that made this feel ten-times more real than any simulation. Vertbirds could be seen hovering up and down the run way and squads of troopers charging across the base’s tarmac, checking corners and clearing buildings; the whole operation was functioning like the well oiled machine that it was and Sutler beamed with pride as he over-saw what was his creation in motion.

The majority of the facility was under Enclave control by this point though continuous sweeps of the base were going to be in effect until the force-field perimeter were completed; after reporting that the Crawler was safe a team of engineers begun restoring communications equipment and other functional systems within and Sutler had already begun reciting the planned layout of the room. He was fully in his multi-tasking element as he paced around the floors of the Crawler, his Crawler, with his Wattz Radio seemingly glued to his face due to the torrent of on-going security checks, new personnel and equipment arrivals as well as reports from the rest of Operation: Condign; it all came crashing down however as the most alarming news came but not come over the radio.

Sutler was observing the efforts of his staff in the Mainframe room until the crashing sound of somebody running down the corridor attracted his attention; after a rushed salute, the officer came with orders from the highest office.

“Commander Sutler sir, the President is on the telephone in the Command Center; he said it’s of the upmost urgency.”

“Commander,” Eden said as Sutler picked up the telephone. “I need you to be on standby to return to Raven Rock immediately. Colonel Autumn is in a comatose state and has been returned to Raven Rock; he’s currently in the infirmary after being exposed to a massive dose of radiation, enough to kill an un-protected individual in minutes as it then did. Though I’m sure that the Colonel will make a full-recover, he injected himself with an anti-radiological syringe immediately after exposure, it’s a case of hoping for the best but plan for the worst - as Americans we owe our continued existence to this doctrine.

In the event of the Colonel’s death I will need you to return immediately to assume his duties as Secretary of Defence. I’ll also inform you that two troopers were killed at the purifier, though neither of them were your son you can be assured; dependant on the Colonel’s status I will need you to return home and personally inform their families.”

Sutler didn’t speak through-out Eden’s explanation, merely listen in sombre silence at the news; when he got back to Raven Rock he’d have to ask Gordon what happened, or better yet a recovered Autumn. Now confined to his new desk, Sutler waited for more news; a few minutes after Eden the telephone rang again, it was Ambrose.

“Commander Sutler, have you been informed of the incident at the Jefferson?” Unlike Eden, who at all times sounded calm and controlled, Ambrose had a definite sting of worry in his voice; Sutler bit his lip, Eden would be listening right now and it was already apparent to him what Ambrose wanted.

“Yes I have Dr Ambrose, the President himself informed me only a few minutes prior of what has be-fallen Colonel Autumn; he assures me however that a full recovery is likely. In the event of his further incapacitation however I have been informed that I will assume jurisdiction over the Colonel’s roles, the Army and our cause will not be interrupted; nor will any break-down in communication en-danger your daughter in the field which I assume was your concern. If the President hasn’t already done so inform Secretary Boyle, there will be no disruptions. God Bless America compatriot.”

“Yes, God Bless America Commander,” the relief was un-deniable. “Please make sure I am informed as soon as work begins on the Bradley-Hercules satellite uplink, if we need it operational within a week as you specified in Condign then there cannot be any delays. Be seeing you.”

Replacing the telephone, Sutler paused for a moment and picked it up again and dialled the Department of Welfare offices.

“Department of Welfare, Education section; Lucy Sutler speaking.”

“Lucy I need you to listen very…”

“Oh Alan, thank God your okay,” despite his initial irritation at being cut-off Sutler couldn’t help but smile grimly. “I’ve been so worried; most of us have here actually.”

“Everything’s going fine here dear and you can tell anyone there with relatives on the Adams mission that there haven’t been any causalities or even injuries. However Autumn has been rushed back to Raven Rock, be-because of a serious dose of radiation.” He had to repeat himself as Lucy tried to cut him off. “They think he’s going to get better but I think it would be best if he woke up with someone not wearing a respirator and looming over him okay?”

“Gordon was with Autumn, is…”

“Yes he’s fine Lucy, I’ve gotten that confirmed by the President himself and I’m sure Gordon will speak to us as soon as he’s able; but please…”

“Of course Alan, Augustus is a part of the family I’ll go there right away and give him your love.”

“You’ll give Autumn my regards dear and tell Secretary Boyle that I will telephone when I am free; I have to keep the line clear. I love you.”

Sutler afforded Lucy just enough time to return the love before he slammed the phone down in a hurry and waited, undoubtedly Eden was puzzling over that “emotion they call love” but Sutler was too wound-up to think on the matter; he paced around the upper floor of the Control Centre, continuing to bark orders into his radios as camps were beginging to be established across the District.

EDIT: Brief and to-the-point, much like the new work-schedule , and fully proof read.

Wow when I heard Gordon was going along with Autumn my first thought was, "goodbye Gordon" But it appears he's alright... for now. I was wondering when Adam's Airforce Base would get mentioned. The week timeline for the Bradley-Hercules satellite uplink seems a bit to soon though. But I guess an uplink doesn't equal opertaional and ready to fire. I always presumed the Satelite Uplink station only became online and ready to direct fire from the satelite moments before Prime attacked the uplink station.

Sense Sutler is taking over the Crawler will we be introduced to Sigma Squad?

Lol. These people have been through enough for now I think


Well the intention is to get it online as soon as possible as leverage in the District, anyone threatens the Enclave's rights to distribute the water and your [censored] get's blown up.


Eventually. Haven't really got anything massive planned for them but I come up with a lot of the incidentalities on the spot; they'll have a place.

I think that would be too convenient. Its seems to me that they probably had it operational not long after the battle for the purifier and then "lured" prime to the satellite facility in order to take it out (since the Bradley only has limited targets it can hit apparently).

But yes, its good to finally see Adams.



Bradley-Hercules certainly is an ace-in-the-hole for the Enclave.

Prime makes mention of detecting the uplink shortly before warning of the missile strike, and the terminals inside mention control of the satelite being transfered to the base crawler at Adams. From that I gathered it was probably a last minute kind of thing.

I don't even rememeber any terminals in the SatCom Array in Broken Steel. As far as I was concern the Array was purely for communications and it's the telemetary data recovered there that allows the Brotherhood to find where the Enclave headquarters is.

You had to access a terminal in the Satellite relay station just to complete Death From Above, which includes mention of satellite uplink. Shortly before Liberty Primes destruction he detects transmissions The moving dishes ontop of the relay station would indicate it as the source. He then warns of the orbital strike. From all of that i conclude the station is connected to the Bradley-Hercules orbital strike satelite.

Its possible the Mobie Base Crawler was always the control center but the relay station was required to aim the weapon. Which could then explain why they never fired on the Citidel. After the brotherhood and LW assaulted the relay station the access codes could have been changed preventing the Enclave from using the weapon.

There's nothing on that terminal but the data you need to get to Rothschild - which is itself just numbers and letters. The Brotherhood specifically mention that the Satellite Relay is the source that they've disocvered from tracing Enclave Comms or something and it's only then by using communications data from the Relay that Adams Airforce Base is found. Given that the B-H is seen to be controlled from the Crawler in-game. I don't see any reason why it would be controlled from both as it's the type of thing that would require authorisation from the highest level to use anyway, not something that the most senior officer at the Satellite Relay could just fire when he needs to.

That doesn't mean the relay station was unnecessary for the weapon. It did send out transmissions as detected by prime moments before he warns of the orbital strike. It seems odd the three dishes would begin adjusting, moments before the orbital strike if the Satellite Relay Station wasn't relaying the information to the satellite. As it was a U.S military installation at one point Liberty Prime was probably able to anaylize the transmission as targeting coordinates thus he was able warn of the attack.

Because Bethesda don't know what they are doing, just watched clips on youtube and we could ask questions all day.

Why do all the Satellites move? The fact that they had to move indicates that they were all transmitting to another satellite at the time so why wouldn't they just launch from Adams as they do in-game instead of wasting time and doing it at the Satellite Relay. We could have a circular discussion all day because really there is no logic to how it works, as I've said many times Bethesda have been one to create contradictory, illogical and un-explained lore; as I've said one of things I want to do here is make correction where I feel they should be made.

This is my last thing on this.
Look at it this way, The Mobile Base Crawler issues command orders for the Braley to fire, this communication is relayed to the array which then transmites it to the weapon in orbit. Simply put the Base Crawler can't communicate with the satelite directly and thus requries the Satelite Relay Station to relay commands to Bradly. That is the most logical conclusion, and ties in what we see of the weapons operation together.

Now this is a great military story. I'm way behind on it though, since this was the first chapter I read in your Alan Sutler tale! I went back and read over the first 3 installments of the story and I can get sort of a picture of Alan. He's definitely an Enclave man!

You capture the right tone for this story. It's precise and clear, like military orders, yet it also brings out personalities and shapes characters. Your eye for detail is great and I really enjoy your writing.
I can't wait to hear Autumn's side of what happened in the Purifier! (I usually hate his guts and I'm usually not an Enclave supporter LOL) =p

16^th September, 2277

“Well sir, the entire operation went exactly as Colonel Autumn planned,” Gordon sat opposite his father, who was largely engrossed in report that had just been slid onto his desk. “Pop?”

“That’s sir,” Sutler said, looking up with a resigned look on his face – though it had been he who had summoned Gordon. “And sorry, please continue.”

“Your intelligence confirmed that there were only two targets in the Memorial that would pose a threat; the young and old Vault-Dwellers. We caught the older Vault-Dweller and a female wastelander in the rotunda, the main control chamber is built around the statue itself.” Sutler winced, it wasn’t a pleasant thought.

“Eden said it best earlier to-day, Thomas Jefferson would be spinning in his grave at our failings. Carry-on.”

“According to Autumn’s plan, most of the personnel deployed remained outside securing a perimeter, we knowing that there were only two armed potential hostiles in the building; I and PFC Welsh escorted Colonel Autumn into the rotunda chamber to negotiate the seizing of the illegal construct. The older Vault-Dweller assumed authority over the whole project, but he was adamant that the facility didn’t work and claimed that it was a private enterprise and that we had no authority!”

Sutler snorted in a self-congratulatory manner. “I told you of the mainlanders ignorance, I guess we can an out-right arrogance to that list too. Scum…”

“This was where Autumn got a little mad, he executed the female wastelander and demanded that the facility be activated at once.” Sutler did a little double-take, but offered no interruption. “The Vault-Dweller crossed over to what I assume is the main console and began typing out a series of commands. The Colonel was voiced some suspicion but we knew nothing of how the machine operated so we let him continue; it less than a minute later that the console exploded and radiation flooded the chamber; sealing us in. The Colonel injected himself and fell unconscious – where he was caught by PFC Welsh, I moved forward and seized the older Vault-Dweller. There was a furious banging on the glass and I turned around to see the younger Vault-Dweller banging relentlessly on it whilst one of the other female wastelanders was pulling at his arm, I presume she was telling him to leave.”

Sutler nodded slowly in acknowledgement; clearly Autumn had been a victim of his own impatience.

“That’s all I can tell you first-hand sir, as you know two troopers were killed…”

“I’ll read those in the case reports Corporal, unfortunately I have more pressing matters at hand; just know that their deaths were not in vain.” Sutler hoped that he sounded sincere in that last remark. Rising to his feet and shaking his sons hand, Sutler gesticulated to the large board on the wall with the other. “Long live America son, I’ll see you soon. Dismissed.”

Gordon saluted his father and left, presumably to board a Vertibird back to Raven Rock.

* * * * *

Sutler’s desk had been placed in the only room at the top of the Control Tower, from the head of the room he looked out over a long table – his “hub”; from here a team of officers collected and collated all in-coming information and presented it to Sutler for him to act upon. On the wall a holo-map - referred to as the “situation board” - of the district had been activated and was constantly being updated with new information as the full extent of Operation: Condign went into effect; any changes to what was currently stationed and on standby at each site was reported immediately so that the board could be updated.

“Camp Glenn, this is the Commander a Fort Richardson; troopers are being deployed to the south. Ensure that a squad of motorised infantry is on permanent standby should support be called in, significant security risks in that region. Long live America.”

“Yes sir Commander, consider it done. Long live America.”

Replacing receiver, Sutler nodded to an officer at a terminal to update the board; “Motor-Squad ready.” Camp Glenn was one of the larger camps in the District, built just north of the pre-war suburb of Springvale; it was vital that operations in-and-around Fairfax to the south are be able to receive speedy reinforcements by way of Route 495. The area was home to what appeared to be a splinter-faction of the Brotherhood of Steel, which radio communications suggested might be more immediately hostile than the regular Brotherhood.

“Commander,” Sutler turned to face one of his officers as she replaced the receiver. “That was Captain Jonas, they said the occupation of “Megaton” in Springvale has been a complete success; after some marginal – but purely vocal – public resistance the local sheriff capitulated to U.S. Army forces.”

Sutler nodded in-agreement, he was looking at the situation board. From Fort Constantine and SATCOM Array NW-05a in the north-west to the National Guard and Wheaton armouries to south-west the map was a glorious pattern of stars denoting U.S. Army presence.

18^th September, 2277

“The entire chamber is radioactive?” Autumn’s true reaction was difficult to surmise as he was groggy from medication and sounded exhausted; lying in a bed in a private ward of Raven Rock’s infirmary and hooked up to a supply of Rad-Away, he held the receiver to his face clumsily and Sutler kept hearing him re-adjust his position.

“For the time being yes,” it was a curious circumstance for Sutler as he conveyed both disinterest in the subject matter yet genuine concern for the subject; Autumn looked at him curiously.

“You don’t care though do you?”

“No Autumn I don’t, I have more important and immediate concerns on my hands at the moment. I and my officers are a little out of our depths as it happens, our solution for civil un-rest is apparently un-applicable; then-again whilst you’re here I do have the authority to begin a cleansing…”

“Sutler please…” Autumn recognised the emptiness of the threat. “I don’t have the energy for this; all I’ll say is that executing people isn’t likely to achieve anything. What happened?”

“The heap of scrap built near Springvale; crazy bastards there worship a damn bomb. Needless to say we removed it, there have been attempted attacks on my men Autumn.”

“So you shot them, damn fool.”

“I never gave direct orders for them to be shot – though rest assured I would have – the troops are being attacked at night by the locals, the troopers respond as they would to any threat; I’m certainly not going to reprimand them am I?”

“What of Rivet City?” Autumn said with a sigh.

Sutler snorted, he was scathed to have to hear the mainlander names for these places. “The U.S.S Oriskany has yet to be reclaimed, I am having enough trouble managing Springvale and our men are becoming thinly stretched; we are at risk of having a dangerously low amount of reinforcements. Perhaps once the Purifier is operational, until then no. I must admit actually that I am some-what disappointed to have had to destroy the GNR DJ, he provided the DIA a lot of useful information; but you know that he was going to be inflammatory against us.

“Well I did advise you against that move Commander, but I do agree that he would have lied about us; he was guarded by the Brotherhood of Steel, or so he claimed. Death by association or by his own lies, whatever. Look I need to get to some more sleep, Secretary Boyle told me earlier that I’d be up by to-morrow; thanks for filling me in on the news and give Lucy my love again for sitting with me, if you speak to her. Long live America compatriot.”

“Yes Autumn, long live America.”

24^th September, 2277

Operation: Condign entered its second week, the first having been an almost endless cavalcade of success; only the incident at the Jefferson Memorial – whilst still a victory – tarnished the Operation’s record. Sutler was at his desk, on the telephone with Dr Grant at Raven Rock.

“Commander Sutler, I’m sorry to have to disturb you again on this matter but you are the commanding officer at Fort Richardson; I would like to thank you again for ensuring that the efficiency guidelines were carried out but there’s been new developments, from Secretary Dr Ambrose himself.”

Sutler listened carefully, officially Colonel Autumn was the officer whom should be called to deal with matters relating to the Department of the Army’s Research and Development; Autumn being engrossed in his project at the Jefferson Memorial however and the problem being on hand at Fort Richardson meant that the problem got pushed onto Sutler’s plate.

“The duraframe Eyebot project has been cancelled entirely since yesterdat and Secretary Ambrose has ordered that all its assets are to be transferred back to Raven Rock immediately for the final stages of Advanced Power Armour Mk III production.”

Sutler scowled, he knew that the Eyebot project had been side-tracked by “Hellfire” power armour but now it was fully cancelled; the DIA had been impressed partly by Whitley’s experiments, even if they had lacked direction. But orders were orders and if Whitley was disobeying them then he had to be corrected, whatever the fellow’s state-of-mind.

“Frankly Dr Grant you’ll never beat the original model, maybe that’s an old soldier talking,” he chuckled. “Tell the Secretary that it’ll be taken care of within ten minutes and his resources to him by the evening. Long live America, compatriot.”

“America prevails sir.”

Sutler pressed disconnected the phone call, sighed, and dialled for the robotics bay; the phone almost rang off before it was answered.

“Dr Whitley here, who is this?” He sounded foul tempered.

“This is Commander Sutler Dr.”

“Oh… Erm… Sorry sir, what can I do for you?” There was a note of resignation.

“You know full well I imagine, Operation: Condign gets more involving everyday that passes; can you imagine therefore my annoyance at having to deal with a problem which frankly should be being dealt by Colonel Autumn or, hell, a problem which shouldn’t be a problem at all.”

“No sir, but…”

“No interruptions Dr, I am led to believe that your project was cancelled over 24 hours and you have deliberately disobeyed orders and willingly misallocated federal property in a time of war; how do you plead?”

“Yes Commander I did those things I guess.”

“You guess correctly Dr; look, I and the DIA were genuinely impressed with your earlier work and were looking forward to seeing what you could accomplish out here. You also, again, have my condolences for the loss of son at the Memorial but I will not stand-by and let this continue because of your personal trauma; I’ve heard strange things about you Dr, but provided the results kept coming on time I don’t especially care. Now things are different, you’ve been ordered to stop and your resources seized. You have three hours to comply with your orders and have everything ready for the next Vertibird back Raven Rock which you will be accompanying for psychiatric re-evaluation. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Commander…”

“Out-standing, America prevails.”

He didn’t wait for Whitley’s reply before replacing the receiver; he looked around his office on which an awkward silence had descended.

“Get back to work,” Sutler said coldly as he himself returned to his reports.

"destroy the GNR DJ," sounds like they killed a computer or the building and not a person. I think the word terminate, execute or do way with would sound better. Unless your intention is to imply Three-Dog escaped.

Hope Gordon got a little dose of radaway. Power armor does provide radiation protection but intense areas of radiation can still prove fatal, as members of the brotherhood discovered in fallout 1 when scouting The Glow.

I thought destroy was more appropriate because that's what you do to animals, you execute people; it seemed to imply a casual in-difference to me too. Just a bit of racism on Sutler's part but it could be mis-construed I guess. I had no such intention with Three-Dog, that guy is toast.

As for Gordon, they'll have been checked out but I tried to imply that the chamber wasn't as radioactive. James dying in minutes for example.

Then use "put down" as thats what you do to an animal, without the object implication.

One of the most satisfying things to read.

I was a bit surprised to see the Enclave occupy Megaton. Up till this point I was not sure whether or not you were going to follow the general storyline. I'm glad to see you aren't. This should prove interesting. I honestly have no idea how the story's going to play out now.


So I'm a bit confused. Was Gordon in the control room?

As was the intention, it felt satisfying to write; the wastelands most known public figure and I get to mention - just in passing - that the Enclave blasted the [censored] out of his place.


Yes. You may re-call that Colonel Autumn was followed by two Enclave soldiers in the Control Room. Because of the obvious impractibility in two power armoured soldiers dying before [censored] James from radiation they are basically un-scathed from their several minutes in the irradiated chamber - I also added that it took James minutes to die instead of seconds.

Ah, I see. I thought the "two soldiers" who were the casualties were the two soldiers in the purifier chamber. The power-armored soldiers being immune to the radiation makes much more sense.

I assume the two dead were caused by the LW escaping then?

Yeah, killed with shots to the neck... upon using the find key I remember that the explainations of their deaths was in a previous draft. I guess that could be confusing given that two actually die. Yeah they were killed by the LW, one with a shot-wound to the neck from a Chinese Assault Rifle and the other was shot and knocked to the ground before being stabbed.

A thought occurs to me, if the Enclave are in Megaton they could hear Amata's emergency transmission from the Vault. So it is logical they'd set an ambush incase the recipient comes along with the password.

Excellent new chapter! Wow, Sutler is really a piece of work! What a strange delusional little man (Hitler of the Wasteland hahaha).

You are doing an excellent job at characterization. You created some solid characters here!

Now, there's one point all you Enclave people just LOVE and I totally dis-agree with... How could you kill Three Dog? And you only give us a shrug and a nod, oh well, yea btw. we disposed of the "Dog". (btw. I agree with Lord Vukodlak "put down" sounds better than "destroy". You can destroy a robot, but you put down a "wild animal"

Excellent chapter!


Are they talking through a monitor or how does Autumn look at Sutler curiously?



Hmm, I was confused on how this part establishes that Dr. Whitley is disobeying orders. Maybe there's some part missing from the commanding officer at Ft Richardson - something to the fact that Whitley failed to turn in all his research? Then again, it's only been 24 hrs since it was canceled, so maybe Whitley was in the middle of organizing everything for Raven Rock? o.0 I'm lost LOL I don't get Autumn's call to Whitley...

Did you play the Lonesome Road DLC for New Vegas? Whitley was the researcher who designed ED-E.

OH I see. I JUST bought and started playing New Vegas this weekend! I haven't touched the DLC's yet.

Can someone give me a summary of this fan fic? Does it feature some enclave and bos (or anyone) firefights?

Looks good, just wanna have some questions answered first is all before I read it.