Fallout: Incursion (IC Thread)

[Parcia]

"Rhody, Tera, Captain, New California Republic 7th Ranger division. Diplomatic envoy from the New California Republic."

The synth typed away on the terminal, logging all of the information, which would eventually be transferred onto an external storage space and brought via agent to the Institute. There was a minute or two of silence as the synth types, but he eventually paused, and while still staring at the screen, spoke. "Our current file on the New California Republic is very small - 'The New California Republic' is the governing body of the pre-war states of California, with portions of Oregon, Nevada, and Baja California under it's control. The NCR has a large and formidable army, and is a major powerhouse in the West.'" The Synth looked at Tera Rhody. "Is this accurate? Is there anything that must be added?"

She would nod slightly. "Pretty accurate." THe Synth puzzled her. While she had some experience with electronics, mainly by way of performing maintenance on her suit, it was of a level far out of her reach.

[Lunas Legion]

Parsons State Insane Asylum

The Gunners were not stupid. They were not fools either. When the loud crack of sniper fire echoed over the repurposed Asylum, those who survived the initial sniper fire hit the ground in whatever cover they could find, and in the Asylum's grounds, there was plenty. The garrison couldn't all fit into the Asylum itself, after all, so the ground outside was littered with tents for sleeping, mess tents, medical tents, weapons stores, a radio hut and transmitter, firing ranges, everything one might expect from a well-established base of operations. The stone walls had been repaired with a mix of metal and wood covering the breaches, and it was to these walls that the surviving patrols went for cover.

Those in the two gatehouses ducked below the sandbagged windows, while the rest simply found whatever cover and concealment they could amongst the mass of tents and wooden buildings.

They yelled into repaired radioes and at each other. It was chaos incarnate, at least until someone started shouting louder than everyone else over the radio. Soon enough, the base fell into eerie silence but for muttered whispers into radioes about positions and losses, the Gunners sticking religiously to their cover and their discipline having overcome the chaos. They weren't about to move with enemy snipers on overwatch, especially given how they didn't know if they had backup or not or how strong it was. Their response, instead, was rather simple. From within the Asylum building and its sandbagged windows, sandbags were removed to leave small holes, big enough for their own snipers to fire through. Of course, not every hole had a sniper, they weren't that well equipped, but whoever was firing wouldn't know which one did and which one didn't have a sniper.

With their own snipers now on overwatch on all sides of the asylum, the rest of the Gunners prepared. Homemade smoke grenades were readied. Within the Asylum itself, Mister Gutsys moved to the doors, ready to move out as ordered. The commander himself, Brigadier General Jack Tone, donned his power armour and readied his quad missile launcher, moving down to the doors out of the Asylum.

All they needed now was confirmation from their own snipers of the enemy's location.

[Alinora]

She would nod slightly. "Pretty accurate." THe Synth puzzled her. While she had some experience with electronics, mainly by way of performing maintenance on her suit, it was of a level far out of her reach.

A few more minutes of silence would go by as the synth typed away, clearly heavily invested in his work. Suddenly, the synth stood up and spoke. "Please take a seat and someone will be right with you. Thank you." The synth exited the room, and the woman would have to wait for a representative. A few minutes would pass, and the same woman who spoke with a caravaner earlier on entered the waiting area. She looked like a person, unlike the 1st Gen synth, but was actually a Synth as well.

"Please leave all your weapons here, and follow me." After the Ranger would leave her weapons, both women entered the representative's office, and the representative would take seat, also beginning to type. "It says here that you are an... NCR Ranger? Hrm, interesting." She continued typing. "I was told that you were sent here for diplomatic purposes - what might those be?"

[Skyhooked]

Parsons State Insane Asylum

The Gunners were not stupid. They were not fools either. When the loud crack of sniper fire echoed over the repurposed Asylum, those who survived the initial sniper fire hit the ground in whatever cover they could find, and in the Asylum's grounds, there was plenty. The garrison couldn't all fit into the Asylum itself, after all, so the ground outside was littered with tents for sleeping, mess tents, medical tents, weapons stores, a radio hut and transmitter, firing ranges, everything one might expect from a well-established base of operations. The stone walls had been repaired with a mix of metal and wood covering the breaches, and it was to these walls that the surviving patrols went for cover.

Those in the two gatehouses ducked below the sandbagged windows, while the rest simply found whatever cover and concealment they could amongst the mass of tents and wooden buildings.

They yelled into repaired radioes and at each other. It was chaos incarnate, at least until someone started shouting louder than everyone else over the radio. Soon enough, the base fell into eerie silence but for muttered whispers into radioes about positions and losses, the Gunners sticking religiously to their cover and their discipline having overcome the chaos. They weren't about to move with enemy snipers on overwatch, especially given how they didn't know if they had backup or not or how strong it was. Their response, instead, was rather simple. From within the Asylum building and its sandbagged windows, sandbags were removed to leave small holes, big enough for their own snipers to fire through. Of course, not every hole had a sniper, they weren't that well equipped, but whoever was firing wouldn't know which one did and which one didn't have a sniper.

With their own snipers now on overwatch on all sides of the asylum, the rest of the Gunners prepared. Homemade smoke grenades were readied. Within the Asylum itself, Mister Gutsys moved to the doors, ready to move out as ordered. The commander himself, Brigadier General Jack Tone, donned his power armour and readied his quad missile launcher, moving down to the doors out of the Asylum.

All they needed now was confirmation from their own snipers of the enemy's location.

John Kelly heared the yellings and realized, that the first part of the operation was successfull. He could order for the retreat now, but decided to harras Gunners a little bit more, so he would recieve more payment. He grabbed his radio and ordered: "Okay, I see much movement near the enterance. Looks like they are agitated... Next mission is this- Group alpha splits up and continues shooting at enemies. Shoot ones on the east, try to distract them from the place, where group Bravo will attack. Group Bravo, take Nesh the supermutant, then with his help break through the weak spot in the wall on the west and quickly attack enemy tents, when they react, run."

After that order, John Kelly shot another gunner and quickly changed his position, so he wouldn't be compromised too quick. His group did the same,they changed positions after each shot or two. They mostly aimed at enemies on the eastern side, trying to make them think, that main attack goes from there.

Meanwhile Eddy and his group Bravo made their way to the tents. They stopped near the wall, and then Eddy got an idea.

"Nesh, you are first to go, break the wall and spray random tents with your minigun. We equipped you with some crude metal armor, so most bullets won't harm you. Don't worry about snipers too, your helmet should protect you. Now is the most important thing... they don't know who are attacking them, make they think, that they are attacked by supermutants. It would break their morale. Just say somethin like: "This is the age of the supermutants." or "Food has come." Got it. Just pretend to be non sapient supermutant, like a nightkin on jet. After that, we will quietly go in and sack a few closest tents... if we get lucky, we can find stimpaks and weapons. If we happen to find enemy armor, would be even better, some of us could pose as gunners with that disguise."

Soon after, Eddy gave a signal, and Nash broke wooden planks in the breach and appeared with minigun spinning. He shouted: "Humans are past! This is the age of the supermutants! Once we are finished, I will enjoy your brain for lunch!" and started shooting at tents like insane. He moved forvard, without stopping showering enemies with lead, while Eddy and his group moved to the closest tent. He ordered three men to stay and watch for enemy, while others check it for valuable loot and hidden Gunners.

[Lunas Legion]

Parsons State Insane Asylum

"Snipers appear to be shifting towards east gate. Minimal losses on our side. Our snipers can't get a proper bead on them, they're keeping their distance and moving firing positions."

"This is Jarl, breach in west wall. Supermutant, one, shooting the place up, not really hitting anything."

That didn't add up. Jack sighed. Supermutants did not snipe, nor did they try tactics. They did full frontal assaults. Whoever they were dealing with obviously had some minor grasp of military tactics. Unfortunately for them, so did the Gunners.

"Order the eastern squads to advance under smoke." He barked into his radio. "I'll handle the ugly with the western squads. Snipers, shift to west and cover my arse."

He checked his missile launcher was ready and pushed open the Asylum building's door, trailed by a trio of Mister Gutsys and headed in the direction of the breach in the wall. By the eastern gate, the Gunners that had taken cover threw their pre-prepared smoke grenades over the wall, creating a large grey cloud of smoke in front of the wall, obscuring the sight lines of wherever the snipers were. With a battle cry, several squads charged out of the main gate, concealed by the smoke, more smoke grenades ready for when they reached the edge of the smoke so they could continue their charge in concealment.

By the western breach, Jack had rallied two squads worth of Gunners plus his robotic escort to close it through brute force. Within the rest of the camp, squads were rallying and forming up, having overcome the initial surprise attack, while all patrols out of the Asylum were returning back with all speed to the Asylum after receiving orders.

[Ormata]

Nelson & Jenna Mcguire
Concord, Institute Territory

Concord was busy; that was the town’s nature. Say what you want about it, but there was something in the place. There was a little bit of camaraderie, between the residents, with conversations like “Why were you turned away from Sanctuary” common and simple. The criminal element existed, somewhat, and overall he found it to be comfy. A comfy little place. Nelson leaned-back in his chair, sighing softly as he lit a match on his coat. The flame shuddered briefly, before the ghoul used it to light his cigarette.

It wasn’t that cheap-o shit people make nowadays. No, genuine stuff, those cigarettes. They reminded him of his dad; he smoked the same brand, back in the day. Back before Nelson joined the Army, went to Germany. They were good ones, though, with that pure tobacco that was damn hard to get. Lotta people liked their cigarettes sprinkled with chemicals, but Nelson didn’t. They didn’t really have to worry about living with their decisions, not with the death rate. Odds were that they would die the next day, next week, so what did it matter? Nelson had to live with his decisions, more so than them.

The coffeepot finished it’s brewing, Jenna coming-out from the kitchen with two cups, steam pouring off of them into the sky. Nelson could do nothing but smile at her; was hard to make any other face, you know? Hard to frown and hard to be neutral when you see someone who knows you so damn well. Jenna smiled right back, setting one cup on the coffee table before sitting down in the chair next to him, cuddling up against.

“Will you have to leave today?” She asked him, taking a long sip of her coffee. Her voice sounded like a chain-smoker after the hundredth pack, but Nelson still heard those sweet tunes from back in the day. He’d learnt to remember that voice, above most else.

“Yeah. Yeah, Harry told me he had a job. Something about his damn credit.” Harry was one of their employers, somewhat, though the man always managed to get on the tightrope. The man always got into trouble with the debtors but always had enough money to hire someone else to fix it. Jenna bet it was his mother who gave him trouble. Nelson thought it was a hot piece of ass at one of the diners that put him into debt. Some of those women were professional women, after all, and not the cheap ones.

“It’s always about his credit. Sometimes I think you should just let him go.”

“What, let go my most regular employer? No, I can’t do that. Besides, most of his jobs involve him being mugged by one asshole or the next, people who deserve to die. Not like I’m hurting the world.”

“Yeah, but have you talked to the boy? Always on edge, always on the verge of falling apart.”

Nelson considered it carefully. “Yeah, well. I’d rather he not kill himself because he lost a mercenary he could lean on.”

“Oh, fine. Be that way. Anything for you to get away and see that mistress.” Both of them giggled briefly, Jenna burrowing herself farther into Nelson, smiles on both of their faces. It was a running joke, for them, born from one helluva weird time when a teen girl tried to get into his pants. God that had been an odd time.

“Yes, well. Only for you to talk to that newsboy.” Jenna snorted at this, and Nelson took a drag of his cigarette again. He got-up, disentangling himself from his wife and finishing the coffee. Getting his gear, which was somewhat heavy, he kissed his wife on the cheek, leaving for the diner.

He came to the place, only being stopped once by a Synth patrol. They did that every time, almost to the point where Nelson gave himself a minute extra so he wouldn’t be late from the bastards. It seemed that a heavily-armed man always did raise eyebrows and always would. The sword alone would be enough for them to stop people, but a rifle and the gun? Yeah, they stopped him every damn time. It was almost like clockwork. One Synth would approach from the front, asking for him to step aside for a routine search, and then another would pat him down. Then they’d tell him to be a good citizen, metaphorically pat him on the head, and move on.

Nelson sat down, waiting for the boy. Harry sat down beside him with that annoying, nearly self-indulgent bit of relief, his gray hair already falling out. What was he, Nelson thought, in his sixties? Possibly, actually. The lines on his face told a story of woes that were so very persistent that even now he was haunted by them. With his sunken eyes he looked up at the ghoul, smiling listlessly.

“You came. I’m glad.”

“What do you want, Harry?” Nelson’s cigarette was still in his mouth, and he took a small puff from it.

“Look, I had a great thing lined-up. A bitta Pre-War tech I’d found.” Harry leaned-in conspiratorially. “I found a formula, Nelson, for this thing they called chocolate. For chocolate, son. Them Institute boys told me they’d buy it, top dollar.”

He struggled to not laugh out loud; those ‘Institute boys’ was probably a single guy, in all honesty, though Nelson already knew who. There were only a few that could, and would, afford to humor an old man and they probably viewed it as a bit of charity. A good deed, as it were. Poor old man. Nelson hoped he’d get it over with and die, that he’d stop living like a broken hulk of a thing.

“What’s the matter, then? Lose it?”

“Raiders took it offa me. Thieves. Fuckers left and...and…” Harry struggled to find the words, he was so worked-up. The ghoul smiled charitably, patting his back and leaning in like a friend.

“And what, Harry? Slow down, man, slow down. You know what the doctors said about your heart.”

“Yeah...yeah. Took it and ran. ‘Parrently they have some issues with the Minutemen. Holed-up down in Drumlin Diner. Look, go there and kill the three fuckers. I’ll pay you half what the Institute will get me. Two hundred caps.”

“Alrighty then. Meet you back here, boy.” Nelson got-up, leaving the sixty year old man to wonder exactly how old he was.

The journey down to Drumlin was uneventful. The guards gave him a few raised eyebrows but nothing much. They knew him to a good degree, most suspecting that he worked more than piping. Yeah, sure, he was a plumber. He got rid of problems, he said, and it was a good enough cover. They didn’t ask deep questions, didn’t investigate. They kept to themselves, most of them. Those who didn’t found themselves shortchanged, sometimes, found themselves out a good few caps. The same caps were always returned when they stopped asking the questions, though. A give-and-take, as it were.

He was a few hundred yards away from the diner; the area about it was quite cleared, though, and the windows were broken-in. Nelson got down on his belly, Gauss Rifle in hand. Peering through the scope, he could see the three bastards, walking about inside. One of them looked to be having an argument with another, hands gesturing wildly. He took a shot, the round impacting the passive raider in the head. He crumpled, the two others taking cover. Nelson fired again, into the thin, corroded walls of the diner, and he could hear a scream. The last one vaulted over, running at him. He had a...tire iron in his hand, and the ghoul could see that, even at that range, his face was contorted into a mask of grief and anger. Well, no going about it. Might as well give him a good send-off.

Nelson got-up from his belly, leaving the Gauss Rifle on the ground as he drew his blade. The raider closed the distance well, coming-in with a hard right-to-left swing which was dodged with just a lean back. Nelson countered with a stab, the raider desperately knocking it away. The ghoul leaned-in, though, headbutting the bandit. He staggered back, one hand shooting-up to his face as he felt the sword enter his chest. The bandit gurgled, falling to the ground.

He collected his stuff, first, wiping the blade away on the corpse and sheathing it, shouldering his rifle and dusting-off his coat. He picked-through the first corpse, finding it to not have the formula. Jogging over to the diner, he patted those two down, too, finding a holotape on one of them labeled “Formula”. Nelson went through the diner, too, though, aware that sometimes the bandit liked to play tricks. He found two others labeled “Formula”; the empty ones would be the decoys. Pausing to consider that they had more than two decoys, he shook the idea away. They couldn’t afford too many holotapes, and definitely not for something like this.

And so, Nelson began to make his way back, before he was stopped.

[Skyhooked]

Parsons State Insane Asylum

Looks like group Alpha handled it's role pretty well, but they decided not to risk further. John Kelly and his group holstered their sniper rifles. Instead they grabbed their leftover dynamite and threw it at different parts of that smoke zone. Then they decided to escape the battle zone before they are compromised. They grabbed guns for closer range in case they meet resistance and quickly headed to gather at the palce John Kelly said to go.

Meanwhile on the western breach, Eddy and few men from his group searched the tent they were in. They heared, that supermutant was compromised, so they decided to trick the Gunners. Looks like, that luck was on their side since they managed to find few pieces of Gunners armor. They heared, that Brigadir and his squad is going in their direction, so they just put few pieces of armor on their caravaneers clothing and gear as fast as they could. That was really not much of a disguise, but they still hoped, that it would fool enemies at least for a second, so they could get out safely. And if enemy sees the trick at least it would give additional protection. Soon after, they rushed out of the tent, while Eddy ordered in military manner, trying to impersonate the gunners sergeant: "Go, go, go! We must aid the western squad ASAP!". With such performance they rushed out of the breach towards safe place, to meet with the group Alpha while their supermutant fired at the incoming squad of gunners and covered their retreat, soon he retreated too.

[Anowa]

"Why don't we head inside and have a chat - sort through this mess." The group would make their way into Salem and proceed into one of the many desolate buildings. The Synths proceeded to simply secure the perimeter and patrol, while X6-88 stood eerily in the corner, and Ben plopped his rifle on a wooden table. When everyone had gathered around, he spoke. "Where to start..." he mumbled, trying to gather his thoughts. "My name is Ben Avery, and yes, I suppose you could call me pre-war." Whenever he thought of the times before the bombs, it always humbled him, even though it was just as violent. "I served four tours in Alaska, back during our war with the Red Chinese - served with Elliot here shortly before the Liberation of Anchorage." He then looked over to Elliot. "We thought you left - tried to escape and died in the snow, what the hell happened to you?"

Elliot sat down on one of the room's decrepit chairs, before it's god awful protest made him rethink said action. Standing, he started to explain, "Well, in uncertain terms yeah, I suppose I did leave. After being caught on patrol with our asses hanging out we got caught in an ambush. Dawkins said he saw a way out, and he set off, the rest of us followed, and the next thing we knew we were all trapped in a pillar of light floating up in to the air. Fast forward two hundred years Jacob here pries me out of a cryo chamber with a wastelander, a little girl, a cowboy, a samurai, and a dead astronaut." He cast his gaze towards the now... settled. Mothership he'd spent the last 14 years or so aboard, "Yeah, Jacob has more details from there. But how the hell did you make it this far?" It really was something that boggled him, he only made it this far because he was stuck in an ice box for two centuries. Unless Ben had some wicked good anti-aging cream then there's no way he'd be...

His gaze drifted to his guard in the corner. The man seemed almost robotic, sure he was breathing, bu he also hadn't moved at all since he took said position, also hadn't even said a word. No change in facial expression either. Elliot felt like saying he was a robot, and in that case Avery could be too, but like with the number of theories he had while escaping confinement, it was something he couldn't have concrete evidence on.

Though there was always another route, always. He remembered the various tales Jacob had told about the Vaults he founf down on the surface, hoe fucked up their little experiments had been. Drugs in the air, white noise playing constantly, dictatorships. Would turning people into robots be one of those experiments? Or perhaps it hit a bit close to home, surely with something like the transistor cryostasis wasn't entirely science fiction was it? Of course it wasn't Elliot himself had lived through it... Though Ben could always just say he had a time machine. Hell, always another route proved true here didn't it?

[Vacif]

Leon Hardwick
Quincy Minuteman

Retiring from his post, Leon returned to his home. The one he lived in before everything went bad. Things weren't exactly the same. No loving parents to return to. No faithful companion waiting for him. All of his old stuff was gone. Replaced with new mementos, and memories. It may not of been his old home, but it was a new one. You could replace all the parts of your gun, and it would still be your gun. That was how he saw his home. Everything may of been replaced, and or fixed, but it was still his.

Leaning on the window sill of his apartment, he observed Quincy, going over the details in his head. Across the street was "Guns Guns Guns." The town's one shop stop to all your weapon needs. Somehow Clarence (The shops new owner) had acquired exclusive scavenging rights or something to the area. Place was stocked to the brim with all kinds of guns, armor, and weapon mods, courtesy of the Gunners and Brotherhood. Clarence was one hell of a negotiator, and felt sorry for anyone who tried haggling his prices.

He couldn't see the diner, but he could smell its food, and hear its patrons. Patricia's Place was the new town diner. Run by none other than Patricia Tamworth. Place seemed to always be running. The diner was a three story structure, adjoined to the apartment complex. Fit with "new" furniture, and a fresh coat of red paint, place could almost stand up to a pre-war joint. But this was the Commonwealth, so that was saying a lot. Fresh cuts of meat, stews, fish, hell even pastries. She served practically anything, and if she didn't have it, you could request for it to be cooked. At an appropriate price of course. She usually got her produce from Felix.

Speaking of Felix, he needed to get groceries. Patricia made food, but Felix was the one who brought the ingredients in. Working out of Fenton's old shack, Felix managed the local farms, and coordinated with traveling food merchants to get the best produce possible for the town at an affordable price. Nice guy, only place you could groceries from too.

Down the street was the Tavern, and the town Pharmacy. Not the best two things to have beside each other but they were run by responsible people. The Long Pharmacy was under new management. Jun and Marcy couldn't bring it upon themselves to return home. Now Chapman's Pharmacy, place was fixed up and ready to go. Though due to the sensitive nature of chems, the place was usually guarded by round the clock security. Metal shudders now adorned the windows, and round mirrors could be found in the corners of the pharmacy. Place was cleaned up very nicely, clean tile floors, white paint walls. Made you feel clean, safe and healthy. Chapman and his assistant also acted as the town doctors, so kill two birds with one stone.

The Tavern was...just that. A tavern. It had everything you could really want from a place like that. Warm food, solid drinks, a warm bed, hell. Even a companion for the night. The place had a stage area for a band, but that was rarely used, if ever. Usually just a solo singer. The jukebox was the main source of music. Fit with a pool table, dart area, and just about everything else you'd find in a pre-war establishment.

The police station, garage, and north warehouse were all used by the garrison. The Garage was used as kind of a kill house. The large, and empty space made it easy to create a simulated and controlled environment to train inside of. It also served as a fall back point in the event that the perimeter walls were breached. It was a well fortified position on elevated ground with good view of everything around it.

The police station served as the nerve center for the garrison's operations. On top of housing criminals, it served as a place for all the bureaucracy in town, so taxes, reports, permits, everything was done there. The radio room, and situation rooms were both restored, making for a good control center based in the middle of town.

Grey tortoise had a warehouse to the north, place was always a conflict zone when the Gunners and Brotherhood operated in the AO. He never knew why. Perhaps it contained information, or machinery important to either side? Or maybe they had a cigarette addiction. Either way they'd cleared the place out, and reinforced the grounds. It was like a mini-fortress. If an enemy force was coming from the north, they were hit the warehouse first, and if they came from the south, this would be the last bastion to surpass. Turrets, lights, fences, you name it. Place wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Then there were all the other stores. Small things, novelty, or services. There was a small repair shop, dealt with everything from electronics, to plumbing, to robots. Leon hadn't been there yet. Never had a reason to. He prided himself on being independent. Perhaps the guy would of done a better job, but his stuff worked all the same. There was also a clothing emporium, as the owner liked to call it, Junker's Junk Shop, (Pretty self explanatory), and some other stuff. Gave life and variety to the town, they just about had all the services and shops covered.

A lot of progress had been made since the massacre. They had their own little "school" based out of one of the old houses. Wasn't much, but there was a dedicated staff and resources. Desks, books, chalk, a lot better than nothing guaranteed. Mr. and Mrs. Yates were the teachers there, as well as their robots Mr. Woodstock, and Ms. Joly. Mr. Handy, and Ms. Nanny respectively. They taught both kids and adults. All fields, English, science, art, history, etcetera were covered, though most people only did the basics.

As the town grew again, someone thought that it'd be a good idea to create a library. "Library" as it was so creatively named was based out of an old book store. Town got together to collect any and all books it could find and put them there for the future. It had a nice selection of things. Leon enjoyed visiting the Library. Wished that it was a thing when he was growing up.

The church was rebuilt, and while not a great many number of people were religious, the establishment continued to provide its services. He wasn't sure if it was connected to the Templars up north, or if it was just a devout man trying to spread the ideology himself. It was nice to have that in town. Probably more healthy to go to church and talk to the pastor than to drink your problems away. Also probably cheaper to talk than to pay for a session with Chapman.

That was about it. Everything else was farmland, barricades, or housing. Content that he'd covered everything, he put on some casual wear, and headed towards Felix's Food Stuffs to pick up some groceries.

[The New Byzantine II]

The Horde

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Attila the Cuban
(Lorenzo Reyes)

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Springfield, Pennyslvania, Outskirts of Philadelphia
15km to Philadelphia
526km to the Commonwealth

It's been almost a two-hour journey and the Horde are still marching, some of them are tired of walking and some of them aren't. Attila checks his Pip-Boy and went to the map so he'll know where they are now, he raises his eyebrows that they are the outskirts of Philadelphia, just several kilometres away from here. Attila decided to stop so that his people could rest and have time to plan a conquest of Philadelphia.

"Stop!" Attila shouts, commanding all of his people to stop marching. "We're near at at Philadelphia, it is a very big settlement so you all should rest and we'll attack tomorrow night, understood?!" all of the raiders would agree and bow before Attila, after that, the raiders would encamped at Springfield until tomorrow night, setting up large camps in a ruined and yet-.. abandoned town. Attila's commanding tent was also set up. Attila calls his lieutenants for a meeting. A meeting about an attack to Philly tomorrow night.

"According what Pip-Boy have shown this map (Philadelphia), we will attack west and southern frontiers of this city. If they have walls, we could burn their inner city by using our burning arrows, those fools would be distracted and panic and after that we'll destroy their walls and we'll storm the city, no one can stop us because we're the Horde." Attila said.

One liuetenant respond, "Your greatness, I suggest we must sent some searching party first, the city might be well-defended, we must know their positions so it would be an easier attack-.. for all of us."

Attila paused for a moment and then nods. "Send a search party now and also you are all dismissed, you all need a rest after that long journey. Tell the people to rest also but appoint some raiders to guard the camp otherwise we'll be doomed if hijo de putas attacked our large camp while we're asleep. Understood?!"

All the lieutenants bowed and left the camp. His female advisor would enter the commanding tent. Attila was undressing himself and notices her appearance. "Oh, you're here." both of them smiled, the female advisor also undressed herself and y'all know what happen after that. Most of the raiders would be resting although some of the raiders were patrolling 24/7 to guard the large Raider camp that is encamped in Springfield. The radio operators would be on contact with the searching party

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The Horde Searching Party POV
Outside the Walls of Philadelphia
498km to the Commonwealth

The searching party was sent by Attila to reveal the defense of Philadelphia, they're only 5 of them and this searching party are experienced. It's almost a thirty-minute walk from the Horde camp in Springfield up to here. They've encountered another raider gangs who didn't attack at them since they're also raiders however they noticed their red sash with the Horde insignia and those raiders began to murmur them like they're trying to avoid the searching party. The searching party could be identified wearing raider armor suits (not power armor) hacing a red sash with a Horde insignia tied on their shoulders. The searching party would then ariver at the walls of Philadelphia however they are at a ruined building, analysing the defenders of Philadelphia.

One searching party member suggested to infiltrate inside the walls of Philadelphia by letting these guards entered their city. Most of the members disagreed at first but it was no choice, it was too risky but the members agreed. They get out of the destroyed building. The guards could see their appearance as they approached the wall. The leader of the searching party shouted, "Hello! We're looking for a place to stay!" the raiders were armed with modified bolt-action rifles but they don't look like a threat-.. for now.

[Pacific Brotherhood of Steel]

"Why don't we head inside and have a chat - sort through this mess." The group would make their way into Salem and proceed into one of the many desolate buildings. The Synths proceeded to simply secure the perimeter and patrol, while X6-88 stood eerily in the corner, and Ben plopped his rifle on a wooden table. When everyone had gathered around, he spoke. "Where to start..." he mumbled, trying to gather his thoughts. "My name is Ben Avery, and yes, I suppose you could call me pre-war." Whenever he thought of the times before the bombs, it always humbled him, even though it was just as violent. "I served four tours in Alaska, back during our war with the Red Chinese - served with Elliot here shortly before the Liberation of Anchorage." He then looked over to Elliot. "We thought you left - tried to escape and died in the snow, what the hell happened to you?"

Elliot sat down on one of the room's decrepit chairs, before it's god awful protest made him rethink said action. Standing, he started to explain, "Well, in uncertain terms yeah, I suppose I did leave. After being caught on patrol with our asses hanging out we got caught in an ambush. Dawkins said he saw a way out, and he set off, the rest of us followed, and the next thing we knew we were all trapped in a pillar of light floating up in to the air. Fast forward two hundred years Jacob here pries me out of a cryo chamber with a wastelander, a little girl, a cowboy, a samurai, and a dead astronaut." He cast his gaze towards the now... settled. Mothership he'd spent the last 14 years or so aboard, "Yeah, Jacob has more details from there. But how the hell did you make it this far?" It really was something that boggled him, he only made it this far because he was stuck in an ice box for two centuries. Unless Ben had some wicked good anti-aging cream then there's no way he'd be...

His gaze drifted to his guard in the corner. The man seemed almost robotic, sure he was breathing, bu he also hadn't moved at all since he took said position, also hadn't even said a word. No change in facial expression either. Elliot felt like saying he was a robot, and in that case Avery could be too, but like with the number of theories he had while escaping confinement, it was something he couldn't have concrete evidence on.

Though there was always another route, always. He remembered the various tales Jacob had told about the Vaults he founf down on the surface, hoe fucked up their little experiments had been. Drugs in the air, white noise playing constantly, dictatorships. Would turning people into robots be one of those experiments? Or perhaps it hit a bit close to home, surely with something like the transistor cryostasis wasn't entirely science fiction was it? Of course it wasn't Elliot himself had lived through it... Though Ben could always just say he had a time machine. Hell, always another route proved true here didn't it?

Jacob remember his first trip through Zeta. The bastards picked him up by using a radio signal as bait. He had no definite ideas of what the aliens wanted with all these humans but judging from the from the invasive experiments done to him when he was first abducted he deduced that the aliens had either gone sterile over the course of thousands of years. Either through natural progression or through some sort of virus released in a conflict. Or their own biodiversity had peaked and they were running out of suitable amounts of people to reproduce with, he didn't know. Then there was also the hybrids he found in the Biological Research Station. They were mixes of human and Zetan DNA, that was certain through tests done later. But they were overtly hostile and sterile so it seems whatever the aliens had been trying to do had failed. Nonetheless there was still a situation on hand.

Jacob took a seat on a sofa that was half covered in mildew not far away from where Elliot sat. He expected to be here for a while and didn't intend on standing the whole time. He checked his pipboy while Elliot talked a bit to Avery. He was paying attention but he had to make sure that no more teleportation signals had popped up. This man and his robots still had not revealed their intentions and there was always a chance. When Elliot finally got done talking to Avery Jacob decided to pipe up. "Well me, Elliot, and the gang storm through the other sections of the ship from there. We took down the captain and took the ship for ourselves. Then the other ship showed up and we blew the thing out of the sky. I left for a while before coming back with a larger crew and we formed the TSC. We had a good run for a while until, well, that is a story for a different time. We're here for the now. The first thing I have to ask is; are you human? Unlike Elliot you weren't setting in a freezer waiting on a big hero to come save you. Next, who is the Institute? I've had run ins with your before in the Capital Wasteland, a man by the name of Zimmer looking for an android. Lastly, what do you want from us?"

[Alinora]

- THE INSTITUTE -

---

Salem | Commonwealth
Director Benjamin Avery

Ben shifted his weight in his chair - preparing to explain what had happened to him to his old friend Elliot, and the man Jacob, who he'd just met. He did recall reading about Zimmer's visit to the Capital Wasteland to recover a rogue Courser, and that a local had helped him hunt the synth down. Was this the man? Regardless, Ben cleared his throat and began to speak. "When my fourth tour ended, Anchorage had been liberated, and our forces were clearing out the last strongholds the Chinese had. I was discharged and sent home - Nora and I had a son, and bought a house in the suburbs of Boston... trying for a new start, I guess. As 2077 progressed, things became even more... bleak, I guess is the word. The United States was invading China, and Canada had just been annexed - tensions were high, to say the least." He paused, terrified at the memory of the blinding flash that he witnessed that day. He cleared his throat.

"It was one of those things that... ya know, you're afraid of, but never expect to actually happen - I definitely didn't." He pulled on his nose and exhaled, clearly troubled by the thoughts. "Nora, Shaun, and I were lucky enough to have had a spot reserved for us in Vault 111 - we made it there just as a warhead detonated." He cleared his throat. "They sent us to 'screening', putting us in these pods that, well, froze us." Ben decided it was best not to explain any further - not Nora's death, or Shaun's kidnapping. He merely continued onto the subject of the Institute. "The Institute, in the simplest terms, is a collection of the greatest minds of the wasteland - dedicated to protecting mankind, and guiding humanity to a better future. Within the Institute is some of the most advanced technology imaginable - more than you could possibly understand." He paused. "The Commonwealth is under the leadership and guidance of the Institute, and follows the laws we have implemented to protect it."

---

Goodneighbor | Commonwealth
KT-47 "Henry Walsh"

Goodneighbor was a place where filth thrived - a disgusting place for the very worst the Commonwealth had to offer. The streets were filled with beggars and squatters in rags - pleading with anyone who passed buy for just a cap, or some food. The whole town smelled like raw shit, likely because piles of human feces piled up in corners or were stuffed into drainage pipes, and the occasional rotting corpse could be seen stuffed into a trash can, or laying on the ground surrounded by empty canisters of jet. KT-47, a 3rd Generation Synth who served as one of their deep-field agents, always hated when his travels brought him to Goodneighbor - and was even more annoyed by the fact that this particular mission was to recruit a well-known mercenary who flourished in the filth like a dung beetle.

The man who he was looking for was named Johnny Black, who went by the nickname "Rapid Fire." He had a pretty good reputation for being a pretty bad person - just the type the Institute liked to recruit. Suppose it's better to have an evil man on your side, following your orders, than fighting on the side that's against you. It also allows the Institute to put him down if he falls out of line. KT-47, who was under the name "Henry Walsh", had made his way into what would be considered the "nicer" part of Goodneighbor, where Squatters will get shot. Still, it was filthy. He made his way to one of the many buildings, opening the door, and proceeding inside. It was equally rundown as outside - peeling paint, holes in the walls and a putrid smell of mold and dust. He proceeded to speak to the person who was at the counter.

"I'm looking to speak with Mr. Black, about business."

[Alinora]

The searching party was sent by Attila to reveal the defense of Philadelphia, they're only 5 of them and this searching party are experienced. It's almost a thirty-minute walk from the Horde camp in Springfield up to here. They've encountered another raider gangs who didn't attack at them since they're also raiders however they noticed their red sash with the Horde insignia and those raiders began to murmur them like they're trying to avoid the searching party. The searching party could be identified wearing raider armor suits (not power armor) hacing a red sash with a Horde insignia tied on their shoulders. The searching party would then ariver at the walls of Philadelphia however they are at a ruined building, analysing the defenders of Philadelphia.

One searching party member suggested to infiltrate inside the walls of Philadelphia by letting these guards entered their city. Most of the members disagreed at first but it was no choice, it was too risky but the members agreed. They get out of the destroyed building. The guards could see their appearance as they approached the wall. The leader of the searching party shouted, "Hello! We're looking for a place to stay!" the raiders were armed with modified bolt-action rifles but they don't look like a threat-.. for now.

The southern areas of Philadelphia were mostly abandoned, and center city was a deathtrap, but wastelanders had built a significant settlement in the area. Walled-in, it comprised of around 30 square blocks - large expanse. Known as the Concrete Jungle, or just the Jungle, to locals, it was Philadelphia's largest settlement. A well-armed militia protected the town against Raiders and other threats, but nobody really could have predicted what was going to happen. For the guards at the south wall, the day had been as it always is: boring. The occasional crackle of gunfire deep in the city wasn't very exciting, though sometimes you could see an explosion, which was always fun.

They'd had their eyes on the raiders as they walked towards the walls, and their weapons were aimed directly at them. They shouted that they just needed a place to say, but William Acker had been with the militia long enough to know that these raiders had more sinister intentions. He shouted back down to them.

"Drop your weapons!" he shouted, aiming is Hunting Rifle towards them with over a dozen other guys. "Move an inch we'll drop you!"

[Skyhooked]

At Concord

After the harras operation, caravaneers gathered at the safe place, far enough from the enemy patrols. Those, who were wearing Gunners armor, put it to bags. They quickly headed towards their headquarters at Concord, making few sharp turns, in case someone was following them. Finally they arrived back to their new home and quickly fell asleep, tired from the operation.

The next day, they woke up later than they usually do, and after that John Kelly gave few assignments for caravans to minor settlements. Then he took a bag with gunners armor and other things, so it would be a possible proof of their success, and headed towards Sanctuary together with Eddy and a few companions. He was now thinking about the payment he will get, and opportunities it will grant them.

At the Sanctuary

Eddy and John Kelly finally arrived to the Sanctuary, leaving companions behind the gates. Kelly saw it once, but still couldn't belive that such piece of a pre-war utopia can exist in post-nuclear wasteland. He walked for a bit there, but Eddy reminded him about the goal, and soon they headed to the Public Relations Office.

It's well maintained state alone crused all the doubts about payment, and soon John Kelly with a bag in his hand did the necessary procedures and entered the office. He spoke to the woman, from who he recieved his assignemnt.

"Greetings, I am here to discuss my work assignment in Parson's State Insane Asylum. As we arranged, we attacked the garrison and hunted some Gunners bandits, we shot as many as we could, and escaped as soon as their reinforcements arrived and we were nearly compromised. In this bag I have some evidences in case they are necessary."

[The New Byzantine II]

The searching party was sent by Attila to reveal the defense of Philadelphia, they're only 5 of them and this searching party are experienced. It's almost a thirty-minute walk from the Horde camp in Springfield up to here. They've encountered another raider gangs who didn't attack at them since they're also raiders however they noticed their red sash with the Horde insignia and those raiders began to murmur them like they're trying to avoid the searching party. The searching party could be identified wearing raider armor suits (not power armor) hacing a red sash with a Horde insignia tied on their shoulders. The searching party would then ariver at the walls of Philadelphia however they are at a ruined building, analysing the defenders of Philadelphia.

One searching party member suggested to infiltrate inside the walls of Philadelphia by letting these guards entered their city. Most of the members disagreed at first but it was no choice, it was too risky but the members agreed. They get out of the destroyed building. The guards could see their appearance as they approached the wall. The leader of the searching party shouted, "Hello! We're looking for a place to stay!" the raiders were armed with modified bolt-action rifles but they don't look like a threat-.. for now.

The southern areas of Philadelphia were mostly abandoned, and center city was a deathtrap, but wastelanders had built a significant settlement in the area. Walled-in, it comprised of around 30 square blocks - large expanse. Known as the Concrete Jungle, or just the Jungle, to locals, it was Philadelphia's largest settlement. A well-armed militia protected the town against Raiders and other threats, but nobody really could have predicted what was going to happen. For the guards at the south wall, the day had been as it always is: boring. The occasional crackle of gunfire deep in the city wasn't very exciting, though sometimes you could see an explosion, which was always fun.

They'd had their eyes on the raiders as they walked towards the walls, and their weapons were aimed directly at them. They shouted that they just needed a place to say, but William Acker had been with the militia long enough to know that these raiders had more sinister intentions. He shouted back down to them.

"Drop your weapons!" he shouted, aiming is Hunting Rifle towards them with over a dozen other guys. "Move an inch we'll drop you!"

The organized Raiders were still holding their bolt-action rifles when a man shouts at them to drop their weapons and other related threatening rant towards them. One female raider murmured to the leader of the searching party. "Captain Sage, are you sure about this?"

Sage Butler; a former Junior Captain of the Enclave Eastern Chapter, now a high-ranking Horde member simply said "Trust me". The six foot tall with a athletic build shift his gaze towards the guards. Sage ordered the members of the searching party to drop their weapons. Sage shouted, "Hey, man, we have just fought off the raiders from Springfield, we got this raider armour suits from these dead raiders we encountered earlier, we're just travelers, we're no threat to you, we will leave tomorrow, I promise."

The guards could see that there are two female and three male who are wearing raider armor suits with red sash on their shoulder (they could notice the insignia). This searching party have already done this before. They also raise their hands up to convince the guards that they are no threat and in fact, they're just travelers who want a shelter for one night.

[Alinora]

...

There were whispers among the militiamen, all waiting for William to speak. A young man, who had just joined recently, approached him. "I wouldn't trust them, sir - there's somethin' about them..." William hushed him, and the militia kept their weapons raised.

"If we let them go, they can report back to their buddies..." William said to the woman next him him, who had her rifle also leveled at them. William took a deep breath, and then yelled. "Drop them!" A volley of gunfire was thrown towards the raiders.

[The New Byzantine II]

...

There were whispers among the militiamen, all waiting for William to speak. A young man, who had just joined recently, approached him. "I wouldn't trust them, sir - there's somethin' about them..." William hushed him, and the militia kept their weapons raised.

"If we let them go, they can report back to their buddies..." William said to the woman next him him, who had her rifle also leveled at them. William took a deep breath, and then yelled. "Drop them!" A volley of gunfire was thrown towards the raiders.

When the volley of gunfire was thrown towards the raiders, all of the searching party members quickly grab their bolt-action rifles and they try to escape from the volley of gunfire. One raider was shot at the back of his head. One female raider fought back, raising her bolt action rifle, aiming at guard's neck and pulled the trigger which it was a successful hit however the female raider got killed by the volley of gunfire. Another male raider got shot in the back many times, he fell down and got killed by continuous fire shots. Another female raider who talked to Sage successfully got escaped with Sage however she got shot in the leg. Sage quickly lift her up and went to the abandoned ruined building they previously set in.

"You're going to be okay, Maria." Sage puts Maria down safely as he grabs his walkie talkie. Maria; who was the female raider nods. Sage contacted the radio operators back in Springfield.

"This is Sage, we lost three members from the attack, the settlement is walled-in protected by well-armed militia, these motherfuckers will regret for what they did. Maria is wounded and we need help now."

"Copy that, Sage, our boys will rescue you and Maria. ETA 28 minutes. Out." The radio transmission simply ended. Maria and Sage will wait for rescue for 28 minutes however they are very vigilant in their surroundings, they are prepared to shoot anyone who approached them.

---

28 minutes later

The organized raiders have finally arrived at the abandoned building. The leader of the rescue party quickly said, "Hey, we're here! It's us!" The organized raiders quickly occupied and defended the abandoned building. The organized raiders would help Maria. Sage said, "Let's get the fuck out of here, they'll regret for what they have done to us, tomorrow night, this place would be an ash."

The organized raiders would soon left the abandoned building, heading back to Springfield which is 15km away from the settlement.

(The guards could see shadows moving on the abandoned building)

[Albertae]

(Image)
- THE INSTITUTE -

---

Salem | Commonwealth
Director Benjamin Avery

Ben shifted his weight in his chair - preparing to explain what had happened to him to his old friend Elliot, and the man Jacob, who he'd just met. He did recall reading about Zimmer's visit to the Capital Wasteland to recover a rogue Courser, and that a local had helped him hunt the synth down. Was this the man? Regardless, Ben cleared his throat and began to speak. "When my fourth tour ended, Anchorage had been liberated, and our forces were clearing out the last strongholds the Chinese had. I was discharged and sent home - Nora and I had a son, and bought a house in the suburbs of Boston... trying for a new start, I guess. As 2077 progressed, things became even more... bleak, I guess is the word. The United States was invading China, and Canada had just been annexed - tensions were high, to say the least." He paused, terrified at the memory of the blinding flash that he witnessed that day. He cleared his throat.

"It was one of those things that... ya know, you're afraid of, but never expect to actually happen - I definitely didn't." He pulled on his nose and exhaled, clearly troubled by the thoughts. "Nora, Shaun, and I were lucky enough to have had a spot reserved for us in Vault 111 - we made it there just as a warhead detonated." He cleared his throat. "They sent us to 'screening', putting us in these pods that, well, froze us." Ben decided it was best not to explain any further - not Nora's death, or Shaun's kidnapping. He merely continued onto the subject of the Institute. "The Institute, in the simplest terms, is a collection of the greatest minds of the wasteland - dedicated to protecting mankind, and guiding humanity to a better future. Within the Institute is some of the most advanced technology imaginable - more than you could possibly understand." He paused. "The Commonwealth is under the leadership and guidance of the Institute, and follows the laws we have implemented to protect it."

---

Goodneighbor | Commonwealth
KT-47 "Henry Walsh"

Goodneighbor was a place where filth thrived - a disgusting place for the very worst the Commonwealth had to offer. The streets were filled with beggars and squatters in rags - pleading with anyone who passed buy for just a cap, or some food. The whole town smelled like raw shit, likely because piles of human feces piled up in corners or were stuffed into drainage pipes, and the occasional rotting corpse could be seen stuffed into a trash can, or laying on the ground surrounded by empty canisters of jet. KT-47, a 3rd Generation Synth who served as one of their deep-field agents, always hated when his travels brought him to Goodneighbor - and was even more annoyed by the fact that this particular mission was to recruit a well-known mercenary who flourished in the filth like a dung beetle.

The man who he was looking for was named Johnny Black, who went by the nickname "Rapid Fire." He had a pretty good reputation for being a pretty bad person - just the type the Institute liked to recruit. Suppose it's better to have an evil man on your side, following your orders, than fighting on the side that's against you. It also allows the Institute to put him down if he falls out of line. KT-47, who was under the name "Henry Walsh", had made his way into what would be considered the "nicer" part of Goodneighbor, where Squatters will get shot. Still, it was filthy. He made his way to one of the many buildings, opening the door, and proceeding inside. It was equally rundown as outside - peeling paint, holes in the walls and a putrid smell of mold and dust. He proceeded to speak to the person who was at the counter.

"I'm looking to speak with Mr. Black, about business."

Johnny 'Rapid Fire' Black
Goodneighbor, Commonwealth

I mumbled, "Linda, please go address the customer at the counter." Only after the man who came in and spoke to me, did I realize I had no secretary and that I was in fact a poor mercenary working in a run down office. I slowly got up and put my fedora on my head and got in my trench coat. I addressed the man who seemingly moments earlier resembled the sound of a mechanical robot, "How may I help you?"

[Alinora]

I mumbled, "Linda, please go address the customer at the counter." Only after the man who came in and spoke to me, did I realize I had no secretary and that I was in fact a poor mercenary working in a run down office. I slowly got up and put my fedora on my head and got in my trench coat. I addressed the man who seemingly moments earlier resembled the sound of a mechanical robot, "How may I help you?"

The man was silent for a moment as he examined the mercenary, who appeared more than versed in the art of killing, though not carrying himself as such. "I've been sent by the Director." he said, without saying anything more. Surely this man would know what that meant.

[Albertae]

I mumbled, "Linda, please go address the customer at the counter." Only after the man who came in and spoke to me, did I realize I had no secretary and that I was in fact a poor mercenary working in a run down office. I slowly got up and put my fedora on my head and got in my trench coat. I addressed the man who seemingly moments earlier resembled the sound of a mechanical robot, "How may I help you?"

The man was silent for a moment as he examined the mercenary, who appeared more than versed in the art of killing, though not carrying himself as such. "I've been sent by the Director." he said, without saying anything more. Surely this man would know what that meant.

I looked at the man with eerie silence as he stared at me. It made me suspicious and when he said the word Director, a single memory came back to me. The year 2269. The year I killed my 'synthetic' father. Then reality came back to me, why was this man here? Could he perhaps be a synth? He sounded robotic, he had little emotion and strangely told me what he said. I proceeded with caution and responded, "The Director may meet me in Goodneighbor if he wishes to see me."

[The New Byzantine II]

The Horde

---

Attila the Cuban
(Lorenzo Reyes)

---

Springfield, Pennyslvania, Outskirts of Philadelphia
15km to Philadelphia
526km to the Commonwealth

It was morning and Attila have a good night with his female advisor Kath but anyways Kath had already left after Attila have woken up. Attila dressed himself and went outside from his commanding tent. Raiders who've seen his presence simply bow and went to do their work. A raider who was the leading of the rescue party approached to Attilla and bow, the raider's alias was Apoc.

"What do you want, Apoc?" Attila said.
"Your greatness, we have found a settlement which is not far away from here." Apoc said.
"I thought Sage's group will be the one who'll find this settlement."
"Sage's group already know what the settlement looks like, we've rescue them after the guards hit them."

Attila shakes his head negatively, "Where is he?" Apoc would point at Sage's tent. Attila went there afterwards. Attila see Sage sleeping with Maria who is wounded. Attila smirks and cleared his throat. The two would wake up and startled from Attila's presence. Sage stand up quickly and bow to Attila. "Your greatness!" Sage said. Attila looks at Maria. Maria said, "I'm sorry your greatness but I can't stand, my leg is wounded badly by those fucking guards in that settlement."

"So, both of you survived?" Attila questioned them, both of them nod. "What the hell happened?" Attila questioned them again. Sage said, "I know this was a risky plan but we want to infiltrate by going to their gate however that didn't went well, your greatness." Attila would facepalm, "I know you are part of some government remnant but don't do that again. We need people like you, you fucking understand?" Sage nods and then Attila left Sage's tent.

---

Nighttime

Attila dressed his raider armor suit with a red sash tied on his shoulder and after that he went outside. As he went outside, over 18,000 men and women are ready to fight for Attila. They were prepared. They already have their armor suit with a red sash tied on their shoulders. They bow down before Attila could give a speech.

"My people, tonight, we are here to bring down a large settlement once again!" People would cheering and howling, "We have already done this before, we have destroyed many settlements from the South and our greatest achievement is that we destroyed the Capital Wasteland even more!" Attila continued, "Tonight, we will win! We are many! We are stronger than those putos! We are the Horde!" and then people would cheer to Attila. "Horde! Make me proud! Let's go!"

Attila and his people would march to the Jungle.

"The Jungle", heartland of Philadelphia
498km to the Commonwealth

Attila and his men would finally arrive near the southern walls of the Jungle. They are behind the abandoned building that the searching party previously set in. The first wave have been divided into two group, the first group must be led by Apoc who will occupy the whole abandoned building and the second group must be led by Sage who will be the one who'll attack the southern gates of the Jungle. The total of the first wave are 1,000 people who will aggressively attack the well-armed militia men who are guarding the southern wall.

Apoc's group would begin to occupy the abandoned building, reloading their weapons, aiming at the guards and start shooting with them with volley of gunshots. Sage's group would begin to make a heavy presence in front of the southern walls and began to shoot the guards using their bolt-action rifles. "Remember me motherfuckers?! This is for my men who died in your hands!" Sage would raise his bolt-action rifle and aimed it to William's head and pulled the trigger, the other raiders who are part of Sage grab their Molotov cocktails and throw it to the guards. The other raiders who are also part of Sage began to ram the southern gates.

Behind Sage's group, organized raiders who were using their bows release the flaming arrows into the air and meant to hit inside the Jungle. The Horde conquest of Philadelphia have finally begin.

[Alinora]

"The Director may meet me in Goodneighbor if he wishes to see me."

"Quite impossible" KT-47 said bluntly, while keeping a straight and emotionless face. "Goodneighbor is a wretched place of filth and decay - no place for a man with such status, and importance, as the Director." He paused, beginning to pace. "There are a lot of caps in working for the Institute - more than you can afford to turn away, clearly" the synth said, motioning to the room around him. "Proceed to the Boston Mayoral Shelter - we will discuss things there." With that, the man left the building - back into Goodneighbor.

[Albertae]

"The Director may meet me in Goodneighbor if he wishes to see me."

"Quite impossible" KT-47 said bluntly, while keeping a straight and emotionless face. "Goodneighbor is a wretched place of filth and decay - no place for a man with such status, and importance, as the Director." He paused, beginning to pace. "There are a lot of caps in working for the Institute - more than you can afford to turn away, clearly" the synth said, motioning to the room around him. "Proceed to the Boston Mayoral Shelter - we will discuss things there." With that, the man left the building - back into Goodneighbor.

Johnny 'Rapid Fire' Black
Goodneighbor, Commonwealth

I listened to the man, although at this point I had concluded that it was a synth. He spoke the truth, even though it was the harsh truth. Then it hit me. Why could the Director not meet me at my office? Did he plan to punish me for having killed an important synthetic spy in Diamond City? Why was he luring me out of Goodneighbor where he would have authority? I worried and I feared, I feared what would happen to me if I met him at the Boston Mayoral Shelter. I couldn't think about it right now. I needed some rest and food. I went to lock the door and realized once again that there was no lock, except the busted up door handle that barely worked. I went to get food. I found a good ol' can of pork & beans. I also got myself my last bottle of purified water. Hell it was expensive to buy it, but I sure did appreciate drinking something normal. I ate my food and drank my drink. It was easy to fall asleep after that. I just drifted off...

After I fell asleep, all I could dream about was my father. What had happened to him? Why did they replace him? Of course I knew that answer. He was an easy target. Once proud father, now drunkard with no hope left. I wanted answers and I knew that getting in close with the Institute was the only way.

I woke up the next morning with a goal in mind. I got up, put my combat armor and trenchcoat on and also got my combat helmet on. I put my pistols in their holsters and got ready to move towards the Boston Mayoral Shelter. I really started to look like my younger self. My Gunner life. After preparing, I left my office and went to the designated location.

[Roxferd]

Peter Hintz

Peter minds himself just South of a town known as Quincy, he'd been staying in a run down house in the swamps hunting lurks with his rifle hoping to take the meat to sell or even possibly resort to selling some of his Punga fruit. He'd heard stories of the Commonwealth being brought to heal by something called the Institute Peter was unswayed from his mission to find the Green Jewel of the Commonwealth and bring it home. Once he'd got quite the haul he heads for Quincy carrying a large loaf of Mirelurk meat.