Fallout: The Wild Wasteland (IC) (Open)

[Of The Rnclave]

FARMINGTON

Robots from the vault patrolled the vault halls and the roads around the town. Being they eyes and ears of Federation above, and allowing the half of the security force to sleep. During times like this, the security force was split in two. One half would go out and reinforce whatever they were told to, and the other would be in the vault, ready to protect the citizens during evac from the vault, through a tunnel that led 300 yards past the city walls, far enough away for the citizens to get a good start.

[Morrow den]

St Johns
"We made our point but lets leave them with a little something."Howard said while he planted the bombs around the building."Lets go."He yelled then when they were a mile away he flipped the button.Behind was an explosion from the super duper mart destroying the building and ending this conflict.

[Of The Rnclave]

WEST AREA OUSIDE OF FEDERATION TERRITORY

The Federation company 3 worked on expanding the nation as told. pushing west and securing large tracts of land. After going at least 40 miles out, they looped down south working towards the Mexican border. The push for expansion began. And the Federation was working hard. Farmland was needed and so was areas to put military bases. Map estimates said the Federation was squeezed between 2 large nations, so they Company 3 was tasked with fixing that by pushing till they had secured all lands within the "lid of the jar" as they called it and pushing south to expand into southern New Mexico territory. This would take 3 weeks at the most. But they were almost done securing the land within the jar

[The Vaktovian Empire]

San Liberdad


Eventually, after what felt like hours, they entered the city of San Liberdad. Military installations were everywhere and the Presidential Palace seemed to stand out like a rough diamond that was not yet cut. The four men left their vehicle and began to aimlessly walk around, looking for somebody to buy the weapons that they so desperately needed. These men spoke English, a little bit of Spanish, Samoan and Fijian. All of them were big men with muscles and chiseled facial features, if the Mormons thought the Guards on duty were big, then they'd be speechless at the size of these men.

A policemen for the regular San Liberdad Police Force told the four men that they could either approach the Presidential Palace, and ask for a meeting with the President himself and buy the weapons from the government, or try their own luck at getting what they needed from one of the city-center located Bazaars which included both traders, blacksmiths, farmers, and raiders, selling anything to crops, to tobacco, to weed to weapons.

[Conglomerate of Iron]

Chief Pocatello was listening to his 10 year old daughter, Leaves Rustling, tell him of how she had killed her first mole rat while bow hunting when Radio Operator Sacagawea opened opened the door and stepped in.

"Hold on one minute honey, daddy has to do something," he said in a loving tone. Sitting up from the floor he and his daughter were sitting on, he looked at Sacagawea and said, "Report."

"Sir, do you want bad news or good news first?" Sacagawea said in her permanently serious tone.

"Bad, so we can end on a good note" he said in an exasperated tone. Things had been so good recently, he forgot bad things happened.

"Two things. A group of raiders from somewhere out West raided Cortez. Thankfully no one was killed. However, they caused significant damage to the power armor suit and to the energy cell and laser production equipment. The facility will be repaired in a few weeks they estimate, but the power armor may take a month or two to repair. For now, we will have to limit our use of laser weaponry."

"We will adapt to the situation. The good?"

"We have discovered that most of the trees up in the San Juan forest are intact. In fact, our scouts are saying the forests may have expanded. The more industrious merchants are petitioning for us to establish a logging camp so they can use the wood for construction materials, create charcoal for water filtrations, and for a plethora of other uses. Dolores looks to be a good spot for setting up a small settlement. We will have to ferry water to and from there though since the Reservoir is poisoned. We figure that the population of the town will optimally be five hundred. Estimated time to secure roads, town, and set up camp is about 3 weeks. Also, a group of wanderers numbering about six hundred have joined us, impressed with the safety of our settlements."

"Excellent. Tell the merchants.that we can definitely spare some troops to.secure the area and help build the settlement. Dismissed. Now, Leaves, what kind of noise did it make when you shot it?"

Total population of empire: 4140
Mesa Verde: agricultural city, horses, crops, brahmin. 3000
Cortez: scientific research and production. 500
Mancos: small agricultural town. Crops. 140.
Dolores (once completed): logging. Dependent on trade for water. 500

[The New Sea Territory]

St Johns
"We made our point but lets leave them with a little something."Howard said while he planted the bombs around the building."Lets go."He yelled then when they were a mile away he flipped the button.Behind was an explosion from the super duper mart destroying the building and ending this conflict.

The roof caved in, and when dust cleared, six punks were still alive, though one had rusted scrap metal stabbed through his stomach. One punk, named Six-Toes, stood up, and shot the downed man. Put him out of his misery. The others, looking around, saw that the outpost was destroyed, and that they needed to get out of here. They grabbed all the loot that they could, and got in the one remaining buggy and truck, and headed out. The fires burning let up a huge cloud of smoke that could be seen for miles.

Six-Toes sat in the passenger seat of the buggy. He picked up the walkie-talkie that they had out of the glove compartment. Turning it on, he started to talk into it. "Hello? Anyone there!? St Johns was attacked. I repeat, St Johns was attacked by Roadrunners!" He waited a second, then heard Jack Ripper's voice. "I hear you. Is anyone hurt?" "Yeah, only five of us are alive, the entire outpost is in flames! We are on the road headed back to Silver City now..." "What?" "The Roadrunners killed everybody. We took a lot of them with us, but in the end, they just blew up the building..."

Silver City, New Mexico

Straight Edge sat in his office, pondering the news. Narca was dead, along with twenty other punks. This could not stand. He wouldn't tolerate this. "Max!" "Yeah..?" "I want you to pull together a force to go attack Gallup! We need to put these Roadrunners in there place! No one messes with the Punks like this!" Max walked in from the other room with a beer in hand. He sat down in front of Straight Edge at his desk. "I can, but I'm gonna need at least forty guys and a bunch of guns."

"Take what you need from the armory...I'm going to have a scout run a message to the Frontiersmen to ask for support."

Max ran over to the armory, and placed an order for the rifles. They also were in the process of building four new armored vans, which would be used for the attack as soon as they were finished.

Las Cruces, New Mexico

The Punk scout carried his letter to the Frontiersmen. He was about fifty yards away from their roadblock before they called out to him, and he slowly approached, not making any aggressive movements. They pointed their rifles at him...he needed to get this letter to them as soon as possible.

Frontiersmen Leadership,

In our current struggles, we have gotten involved in a serious armed conflict with the Roadrunners in Gallup. We are gearing up for an attack on Gallup. If you can assist us in our attack, we will give you rights to use the National Forest for mining, and we can share the territory. We will also grant safe passage for all merchants approved by you in our territory.

~Straight Edge

[The Emerald Dragon]

San Liberdad


Eventually, after what felt like hours, they entered the city of San Liberdad. Military installations were everywhere and the Presidential Palace seemed to stand out like a rough diamond that was not yet cut. The four men left their vehicle and began to aimlessly walk around, looking for somebody to buy the weapons that they so desperately needed. These men spoke English, a little bit of Spanish, Samoan and Fijian. All of them were big men with muscles and chiseled facial features, if the Mormons thought the Guards on duty were big, then they'd be speechless at the size of these men.

A policemen for the regular San Liberdad Police Force told the four men that they could either approach the Presidential Palace, and ask for a meeting with the President himself and buy the weapons from the government, or try their own luck at getting what they needed from one of the city-center located Bazaars which included both traders, blacksmiths, farmers, and raiders, selling anything to crops, to tobacco, to weed to weapons.

"Looks like the Government's our best bet" Said the appointed leader of the four men, in Fijian of course. Eventually, they began walking to the Presidential Palace, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the bazaars. Which the men believed were of dubious quality and character, more likely to rob them blind, than help them. After what felt like ages, they reached the Presidential Palace and its entrance.

[The New Sea Territory]

Silver City Hardcore

Horrible news. The Gallup Roadrunners have attacked St Johns...killing twenty one. Sickening. Those scumbags to the north need to be taught a lesson. Also, one of our chemists here is working on starting up a chem lab. Awesome, right? He said that he should be making twenty psycho syringes a day! Can't wait until the Jet starts flowin'! Anyway, here's some music.

Hardcore!

[Of The Rnclave]

TRUCK HEADING INTO SILVER CITY

Grand Marshall Frost sat in the front seat of a military truck. They were driving into Silver city to discuss an alliance, possibly to fight the Roadrunners. Frost didn't care much for politics, as long as the roadrunners were pushed from Federation borders and expansion opened a bit more, he was welcome to anything they suggested. It pulled up in front of their destination. Frost took a deep breath and opened the door stepping out into Silver city.

[The New Sea Territory]

TRUCK HEADING INTO SILVER CITY

Grand Marshall Frost sat in the front seat of a military truck. They were driving into Silver city to discuss an alliance, possibly to fight the Roadrunners. Frost didn't care much for politics, as long as the roadrunners were pushed from Federation borders and expansion opened a bit more, he was welcome to anything they suggested. It pulled up in front of their destination. Frost took a deep breath and opened the door stepping out into Silver city.

A few Punk guards instantly drew their rifles and pointed them at the military truck and Frost. Not knowing who these guys were, one called out..."What the hell do you want?" He was holding a cigarette between his teeth, and clutched his Chinese AR tightly. The Punks could easily repel these guys if they attacked, but why would the drive up to us like this...he wondered...

[Morrow den]

Gallup,New Mexico
The returning warriors were meet with a crowd cheering them with flowers and a dance which was of great importance to the Roadrunners.Chief Gurren also greeted the returning warriors by giving them a feast of great proportion.The chief wanted to know everything about the attack but would have to wait till tomorrow for the troops were to tired for talking.

Roadrunner Radio
This is Mesa with you and I just wanted to say if you are in the area and want to still have freedom from the raiders we would love to see you at a recruitment center in Gallup with an another one in Window Rock come join the army if you want to see a free New Mexico.Now here is Fat Domino....

[Of The Rnclave]

TRUCK HEADING INTO SILVER CITY

Grand Marshall Frost sat in the front seat of a military truck. They were driving into Silver city to discuss an alliance, possibly to fight the Roadrunners. Frost didn't care much for politics, as long as the roadrunners were pushed from Federation borders and expansion opened a bit more, he was welcome to anything they suggested. It pulled up in front of their destination. Frost took a deep breath and opened the door stepping out into Silver city.

A few Punk guards instantly drew their rifles and pointed them at the military truck and Frost. Not knowing who these guys were, one called out..."What the hell do you want?" He was holding a cigarette between his teeth, and clutched his Chinese AR tightly. The Punks could easily repel these guys if they attacked, but why would the drive up to us like this...he wondered...

"Hello" Frost ventured." I Am Grand Marshall Alexi Frost of the New American Federation. My leaders offered use of 2 companies of 200 each for use against the Roadrunners. If you will be so kind as to take me to your leader, I can win this war for you, with a little help of course" Frost smirked at their faces, especially when they heard the numbers of his army.

[The New Sea Territory]

A few Punk guards instantly drew their rifles and pointed them at the military truck and Frost. Not knowing who these guys were, one called out..."What the hell do you want?" He was holding a cigarette between his teeth, and clutched his Chinese AR tightly. The Punks could easily repel these guys if they attacked, but why would the drive up to us like this...he wondered...

"Hello" Frost ventured." I Am Grand Marshall Alexi Frost of the New American Federation. My leaders offered use of 2 companies of 200 each for use against the Roadrunners. If you will be so kind as to take me to your leader, I can win this war for you, with a little help of course" Frost smirked at their faces, especially when they heard the numbers of his army.

"Alright. Josh, you take him to Straight Edge..." "No! Fuck you! You do it!" The two punks called each other assholes for a bit, then the first one finally gave in. "Fine, lazy shit. I'll do it. Come on, this way..."

He lead them to Straight Edge's office, where he sat at his desk. He had the appearance not ordinary to a raider. Very clean, cleanly shaven head, and somewhat well-dressed, given his comrades' choices in attire. "Please, Mr. Frost, sit down. I am interested in your offer..."

[Conglomerate of Iron]

News had traveled of the battle between the Punks and the Roadrunners, mainly through the radio, as both sides had a station. Chief Pocatello looked at his city, worried about the future. He wanted toprotect his allies and his people, through any means necessary. He went over to his desk and started writing orders for his troops. Cavalry would be expanded to 500 altogether. All armed with the new combat armor and assault rifles. Militia would be put on the ready, with nearly 1000 troops ready for homeland defense. They would be irregular troops, most using hunting or sniper rifles andmetal armor. Some would just have leather armor and poison bows and spears. He knew the resolve of his people would win whatever conflict that they encountered.

[Of The Rnclave]

"Hello" Frost ventured." I Am Grand Marshall Alexi Frost of the New American Federation. My leaders offered use of 2 companies of 200 each for use against the Roadrunners. If you will be so kind as to take me to your leader, I can win this war for you, with a little help of course" Frost smirked at their faces, especially when they heard the numbers of his army.

"Alright. Josh, you take him to Straight Edge..." "No! Fuck you! You do it!" The two punks called each other assholes for a bit, then the first one finally gave in. "Fine, lazy shit. I'll do it. Come on, this way..."

He lead them to Straight Edge's office, where he sat at his desk. He had the appearance not ordinary to a raider. Very clean, cleanly shaven head, and somewhat well-dressed, given his comrades' choices in attire. "Please, Mr. Frost, sit down. I am interested in your offer..."[/quote]

"My leaders assumed you would be. Not to show off sir, But we are one of, maybe the, most advanced nation in the wastes. And my leaders understand you've had a few 'disputes' with the roadrunners. Well, if you take us up on our offer, we can make this nuisance, "disappear" if you know what I mean. But we do not intend to crush this nation as one would crush a radroach or fly. We intend to destroy the Roadrunner's ability to make war, but do not intend to break them to the point to leave them to the wastes. One the war is over my men, if allowed, will occupy the Roadrunner's and stabilize the area, enough so that neither of us ahs to worry about terrorists from that region. Truthfully I am offering 400 men to use against the Roadrunner's. Will you except this offer? Frost finished with a smirk.

[The BaRen]

Original Size: 700 Raiders
Current: 830
Jonah's Mob: 400
Grey's Mob: 430
Status: Jonah's Mob is currently holed up in the eastern parts of the 80s territory, recruiting and raiding.
Grey's Mob is moving on a warpath away from the western territories, heading east, to Salt Lake City, to gather the entirety of the 80s strength. Well fed, although his army will fall if forced backwards.

Saint-80s Meeting Place
Kiero glanced up, seeing a glint. He shrugged it off, thinking it was simply a shard of glass.
"I am Jonah, War-Chief of the 80s," Jonah replied. "I was told you had some sort of deal for me. You give us food, we leave you alone, right?"

Grey's Camp
Tyler lifted the microphone to his lips, and began speaking.

Hello Wastelanders!
This is Tyler, Raider of the 80s, bringing you the hits, of the 50s. Coming on first is a classic, by Bobby Vinton. This goes out to all you Lone Wanderers. Keep moving, Mr. Lonely

[The New Sea Territory]

"My leaders assumed you would be. Not to show off sir, But we are one of, maybe the, most advanced nation in the wastes. And my leaders understand you've had a few 'disputes' with the roadrunners. Well, if you take us up on our offer, we can make this nuisance, "disappear" if you know what I mean. But we do not intend to crush this nation as one would crush a radroach or fly. We intend to destroy the Roadrunner's ability to make war, but do not intend to break them to the point to leave them to the wastes. One the war is over my men, if allowed, will occupy the Roadrunner's and stabilize the area, enough so that neither of us ahs to worry about terrorists from that region. Truthfully I am offering 400 men to use against the Roadrunner's. Will you except this offer? Frost finished with a smirk.

"Hmm...I see. Well, I am not waging war against the Roadrunners for pure revenge, I want to take my share of loot. I'd be willing to let you occupy it, if you give us two weeks of free reign on pillaging the territory. This would allow you to step in and look like heroes to the locals, and we get the caps we want. If you can attack the Roadrunners from the north and distract their forces, we can capture Gallup easily...how does that sound?"

[Of The Rnclave]

"My leaders assumed you would be. Not to show off sir, But we are one of, maybe the, most advanced nation in the wastes. And my leaders understand you've had a few 'disputes' with the roadrunners. Well, if you take us up on our offer, we can make this nuisance, "disappear" if you know what I mean. But we do not intend to crush this nation as one would crush a radroach or fly. We intend to destroy the Roadrunner's ability to make war, but do not intend to break them to the point to leave them to the wastes. One the war is over my men, if allowed, will occupy the Roadrunner's and stabilize the area, enough so that neither of us ahs to worry about terrorists from that region. Truthfully I am offering 400 men to use against the Roadrunner's. Will you except this offer? Frost finished with a smirk.

"Hmm...I see. Well, I am not waging war against the Roadrunners for pure revenge, I want to take my share of loot. I'd be willing to let you occupy it, if you give us two weeks of free reign on pillaging the territory. This would allow you to step in and look like heroes to the locals, and we get the caps we want. If you can attack the Roadrunners from the north and distract their forces, we can capture Gallup easily...how does that sound?"

"No offense, but you raiders are all the same. And every once in awhile, I wish I was a raider, Grand Marshall comes with more responsibilities then you could imagine. Sometimes I wish I was a raider so I could just lay back and pillage. Anyway, Deal. But we'll do more than distract we'll destroy their army like a toddler destroys an ant hill" Frost finished with a chuckle.

[The New Sea Territory]

"Hmm...I see. Well, I am not waging war against the Roadrunners for pure revenge, I want to take my share of loot. I'd be willing to let you occupy it, if you give us two weeks of free reign on pillaging the territory. This would allow you to step in and look like heroes to the locals, and we get the caps we want. If you can attack the Roadrunners from the north and distract their forces, we can capture Gallup easily...how does that sound?"

"No offense, but you raiders are all the same. And every once in awhile, I wish I was a raider, Grand Marshall comes with more responsibilities then you could imagine. Sometimes I wish I was a raider so I could just lay back and pillage. Anyway, Deal. But we'll do more than distract we'll destroy their army like a toddler destroys an ant hill" Frost finished with a chuckle.

"Great. And, for raiders, I find us to be a much more civilized bunch. Most do not have functional settlements like us...and nor do they have a Grand Marshall offering to help them. Hehe. This is great, we are currently building up for our attack on the Roadrunners' southern defenses and plan to build a new outpost in Snowflake, Arizona. Once we're ready, we will attack."

[The Emerald Dragon]

Red Fang Roar Radio


Hello, this is Fetu Thomas, the radio host and Fijian soldier. Recently, the entire settlement has gone a trek to Utah, all the males are doing athletic and muscle training while the females are doing leg muscle training. I was going to bring you a song, but i felt like talking today. Well, now i've gotta go and do my training. A'ala will be on, doing the Samoan and Fijian language broadcasts. Just before i leave though, we're currently nearing Utah.

[Of The Rnclave]

"No offense, but you raiders are all the same. And every once in awhile, I wish I was a raider, Grand Marshall comes with more responsibilities then you could imagine. Sometimes I wish I was a raider so I could just lay back and pillage. Anyway, Deal. But we'll do more than distract we'll destroy their army like a toddler destroys an ant hill" Frost finished with a chuckle.

"Great. And, for raiders, I find us to be a much more civilized bunch. Most do not have functional settlements like us...and nor do they have a Grand Marshall offering to help them. Hehe. This is great, we are currently building up for our attack on the Roadrunners' southern defenses and plan to build a new outpost in Snowflake, Arizona. Once we're ready, we will attack."

"Of course. And my men will be ready to lead an assault right into their heart. Well I must be going, the army must be ready for action" Frsot finished reaching out to shake his hand. After he was done. Frost turned on his heel his coat atil's fluttering behind him. "Sir, do you know why they call me Frost?" A pause. " No, why?" Frost let out a chuckle." Because I'm the coldest motherfucker around" He said with a crazy look in his eyes. Frost left the tent, heading towards the truck.

[The New Sea Territory]

"Great. And, for raiders, I find us to be a much more civilized bunch. Most do not have functional settlements like us...and nor do they have a Grand Marshall offering to help them. Hehe. This is great, we are currently building up for our attack on the Roadrunners' southern defenses and plan to build a new outpost in Snowflake, Arizona. Once we're ready, we will attack."

"Of course. And my men will be ready to lead an assault right into their heart. Well I must be going, the army must be ready for action" Frsot finished reaching out to shake his hand. After he was done. Frost turned on his heel his coat atil's fluttering behind him. "Sir, do you know why they call me Frost?" A pause. " No, why?" Frost let out a chuckle." Because I'm the coldest motherfucker around" He said with a crazy look in his eyes. Frost left the tent, heading towards the truck.

Straight Edge sat in his desk. Eh...he kinda laughed. The guy was funny, he'd give him that. But he didn't really like the idea of this super powerful military north of the Roadrunners. Whatever, one problem at a time.

Silver City, New Mexico
Punk Chem Lab

"Is it working, Sam?" "Hush, Max..."

He poured the clear liquid into the syringe and gave it to Max. The flask of the liquid still had enough for at least ten more syringes. "Here, you test it." Max smiled, grabbed it, sat down and injected it. "Whoa....wow...aahhhhh..." It instanly gave him a relaxing feeling, then a sudden burst of energy. "Wow. That's awesome..." "Thank you. Now, I'll work tonight on getting the Psycho and Jet batches finished. Then we can start selling." They both laughed. They were going to make serious caps off this, now that New Mexico wouldn't have to buy drugs from the Mexicans.

[Conglomerate of Iron]

A single scout and his horse raced to Farmington, the dust kicked up by the horse a miniature storm behind them. As he approached the capital gates, he called up to the guards, "Greetings from the Shoshone Nation! I have been sent to deliver a message and return the reply from your leader!" He then added, "There is not a moment to lose!

[Of The Rnclave]

DESERT AREA LEADIGN INTO THE ROADRUNNERS

They'd finished digging trenches an hour ago. 2 miles of trenches built and reinforced to hold 400 men, and 8 Howitzers. Everyman wore combat armor and held an Assault rifle with gleaming bayonets on everyone. The attack would commence once word got back of an attack by the Silver city punks. 100 men were stationed at Farmington. The rest being distributed to make up for the loss of the 400 men taking place in the attack. Now all men guarding cities were issued laser and plasma weapons to make up for the number shortage as well. The Federations future depended on the success of this Operation, cleverly named : Operation Morning Frost, after Grand Marshall Frost who had organized the attack. The men were to sleep through the night. the tops of their trenches hidden beneath boards covered in sand and dirt. The Roadrunners had no idea about the trenches. But suprises would meet the Federation. Because War... War Never Changes.

[Of The Rnclave]

A single scout and his horse raced to Farmington, the dust kicked up by the horse a miniature storm behind them. As he approached the capital gates, he called up to the guards, "Greetings from the Shoshone Nation! I have been sent to deliver a message and return the reply from your leader!" He then added, "There is not a moment to lose!

Grand Marshall Frost turned around from his position in the street just returning from the trenches. " He is in the vault kind sir. Tell the guards in front of it : Frost sends his regards, they'll let you in. Now hurry boy!