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Fallout 3: Factions [IC Thread]

Postby The NAR » Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:22 pm

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OOC THREAD


War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.

In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.

But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.

In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die.

Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.


Rust, decay, and creeping vegetation infest monuments from before the Great War. Amidst the ruins of Washington, D.C., the Capitol, the Jefferson Memorial and the battered remains of the Washington Monument still stand in the desolate area that is now known as the Capital Wasteland. The central hub of civilization in the ruins of the former capital is Rivet City, based in the remains of an aircraft carrier carried far inland and beached by a catastrophic tsunami whose waters have long since receded. Other settlements include the towns of Megaton, Arefu, Tenpenny Tower and Paradise Falls. Movement through the downtown area and settlements is possible through the Washington Metro tunnels and crossing the desolate nuclear wasteland.

The Brotherhood of Steel community is stationed in the Citadel, built in the ruins of the pre-War Pentagon where they attempt to preserve as much pre-war technology as possible. Super mutants, who since emerging from their refuges, have waged an unceasing war against what remains of humanity, trying to invade their territory and capture them. The Enclave - the self-styled inheritors of the power of the United States government - under the leadership of their new President John Henry Eden and his second-in-command Colonel Augustus Autumn, wish to regain control of the Capital Wasteland so they may sprout a new nation, a new America, and reclaim the hellish wastes and pacify them under the United States Government.
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THE ENCLAVE


The Enclave... the final beacon of hope for the Wasteland... a symbol of order, the voice of reason, protectors of Liberty of the defenders of America as it once was. Men and women with the selfless desire to help the people of the Wasteland establish a true, stable source of peace an order. The people need brave men in shining armor to protect them from the horrors of the Wasteland... deflecting the darkness of evil from the shining armor of the Enclave, the shining armor... of America.

RAVEN ROCK


In Raven Rock, the secret facility which the Enclave had been using as their headquarters for years, the noble members of the Enclave were preparing for something big. Soldiers did exercises in the Enclave's advanced Power Armor, mainly Advanced Power Armor Mark II and Tesla Armor, both of which greatly out-performed the BoS model of T-45d. In addition, Enclave Plasma Weapons were more powerful than the more primitive laser weapons used by the Brotherhood.

In the labs, Enclave Scientists continued to work on their various projects. From FEV Tests, to Ghoul and Super Mutant Experimentation, to weapon and armor upgrades, the Science Teams were always hard at work, ready to carry out the Enclave's work.

And tucked away in his personal chambers, the mysterious president of the United States: John Henry Eden, whom discusses with Colonel Autumn a strategy for the conflict which is soon to break out. Most people in the wasteland know about Eden, but only a select few know that he is just an AI-- a computer-- who runs the nation. The strategy was decided, but there were a few things that still had to fall into place before the Enclave could make their move to take control of the Capital Wasteland...

VAULT-TEC HEADQUARTERS


The order came to the small group of Enclave Scouts who had been disguised as Mercs in Downtown DC, hunkering down in the underground Metro Tunnels. When they were informed via radio that they were to make their way to Vault-Tec Headquarters to "investigate" the lower levels for Hibernation Pods, the 7-man team immediately geared up, arming themselves with plasma weapons and dressing in their Enclave Power Armor. It was night, darkness had befallen the Capital Wasteland, so being discovered was unlikely.

20 minutes after departing from their outpost, the Enclave Squad would reach Vault-Tec Headquarters. Commanded by Sergeant David Wilson, the Enclave Soldiers immediately began to hear gunshots and screaming of Super Mutants somewhere deeper in the building. Though, it was not of concern to the Soldiers at the time. They moved their way into the basement, encountering multiple security bots that were quickly destroyed, but a few were disabled by the men, who would leave them by the exit for later, when they left.

The next few minutes were spent hacking into Security Terminal after Security Terminal, bypassing checkpoint after checkpoint until they reached an elevator. Sergeant Wilson ordered 3 of his men to stay up above and keep watch while the others go down on the elevator to hopefully find their objective.

Minutes later, Wilson and his men found themselves in a small Vault that was clean and tidy but no residents were around. After searching, the Enclave Soldiers found themselves in a large room surrounded by more than 50 Hibernation Pods. Wilson activated the main terminal, determined to figure out what exactly they were looking for...

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--BUNKER 49--
Bunker 49 is a Vault-Tec Vault which was constructed by order of the United States Government as a safezone for Vault-Tec and Federal Personnel.  It has state of the art $*!(@!$#$(#@( )\ ^DATA  CORRUPTED^ currently housing 506th US Army Shock Comany

*US ARMY SHOCK COMPANY-- 56 Total-- 24 still living
----Would you like to deactivate Hibernation?
**YES------
**NO

Deactivating Hibernation Sequence... please standby
 


The Enclave Soldier prepared to greet what was left of the 506th Shock Company....

ADAMS AIR FORCE BASE


For the past few weeks, the Enclave Forces that arrived at Adams Air Force Base have been doing well at establishing a FOB. Defenses were set up, secure lines were set up to DC via the Presidential Metro, the Airfield was cleaned up and Vertibirds were organized, Enclave Deathclaws were caged, supplies were unloaded and stored away, and the Enclave made sure that everything was in order with the Mobile Base Crawler. The Enclave had the Hercules Missiles linked up, and everything was in order... the plan was coming together.
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Postby The NAR » Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:29 pm

ENCLAVE RADIO

"I've been thinking quite a bit lately about something we can all relate to, something that is unquestionably, inescapably… American. I am referring, of course, to our great national pastime - baseball. Or so it had been. That's right, America. Before we were devastated by atomic war, each state had its OWN professional baseball team. Imagine, a perfect, cloudless day. The sun is warm and welcoming. And on the horizon, they appear, like knights of yore, armed with bats of ash and hickory. Their name? The Capital Congressmen. Their purpose? To make you, dear America, revel in the joys of sport and sunshine, if only for an afternoon. Now ask yourself this: What if the Capital Congressmen could live again? What if they could compete with baseball teams from Pennsylvania, or Maryland? Put your faith in John Henry Eden, great America, and baseball will live again! Comfort, recreation, healthy competition - all will live again! This country WILL live again! God Bless the Enclave, God Bless America"
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Captain Richard Foley's first thought as he came to consciousness for the first time in decades was "Why is it so cold the second was why he was in a glass pod. However, the pod slid open with a hiss and allowed the underwear clad captain to sit up and survey the room as his lungs burned from the sudden intake of warm air in decades. Around him the fifty pods in the room opened as well but only half disgorged their occupants in various stages of sleepiness and alertness. Foley swung his legs of the side of his pod and they touched the bare metal floor and unlike the coolness Foley expected it, it was room temperature. Foley surveyed the room and noticed that the other half of his men weren't climbing out of their beds so he staggered over to the nearest one and was greeted with the sight of Master Sergeant Enzo's face frozen in terror with his hands at his throat. Foley recoiled at the perfectly preserved body of who used to be his closest friend. The sound of liquid hitting the floor caused him to turn around to see a private vomiting over discovering the electrocuted body of his former squad-mate.

"Hello" Foley said desperately, going against every combat instinct he possessed "If someone can hear me we need a medic.NOW!!!!"
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Fort Independence
Protector Henry Cardin looked to the most respected members of his unofficial council who were Specialist Benning, Specialist Bowser, Specialist Browne, Protector McGraw, Defender Morgan, Defender Morrill, Specialist Olin, Specialist Rasting, Defender Rockfowl, Specialist Rogers, Defender Sibley, Defender Brian O'Connor, Specialist Marcus Kennedy. Each sat a chair along the long table. They began discussing the current state of events. Protector Cardin started "How are the tests on that clone from Vault 108 going?" Specialist Bowser replied "I delegated that job to new specialist Kennedy." Specialist Kennedy replied "Well, the tests have confirmed that the clone whom calls himself 'Gary' has pure pre-war DNA. It seems that that whole vault is a treasure trove and we should consider taking it." He paused and said "Also, since I'm only temporarily a specialist and will soon be becoming a Defender, I would like to suggest a tactical action." Protector Cardin was surprised but only so much, Kennedy was known to be ambitious and he had had worthwhile contributions in the past, though he did seem a bit too radical at times. He said "Go ahead." Kennedy continued "I suggest we use a faction up there to help further our influence in the region anonymously. If we can funnel them some guns they would do business with us. At the very least until we have a strong enough hold there to not need them, but perhaps longer term. I suggest, and I know this will be a bit pushing it for our objective, but I believe this could work. I suggest the Republic of Dave." Defender Morrill shook his head in slight disapproval but Defender Rockfoul added "I'd be willing to clear that vault with some men and a sentry bot, and if we have a holding there it could allow further operations if we start running dry on tech in this area. In fact, we should have them start by finding out about all those myths about Canterbury Commons, we could use the robots that they claim are attacking their settlement." Protector Cardin thought for a moment but then smiled "Fair enough, all in favor?" All raised their hands. Protector Cardin then said "It's Unanimous Folks, lets prepare 10 R91's and two dozen 10mm handguns for shipping. We will hit them with the proposition soon. I am a bit nervous about how this could entangle us in local affairs, but if it helps us accomplish our mission I'm all for it." He then said "Alright, so that was a big decision. Now, as for other outposts, we've been talking about one right in front of 101 off to the side a little so we can survey Megaton better. In addition, if that vault opens again we will be the first to know and perhaps if fast enough, we could acquire 101 with the many benefits that brings. For now we'll just have three men, four sentry bots, two protectrons and a robobrain there until we re-evaluate our position. Protector McGraw would lead this operation. So.. All in favor of that proposition?" All raised their hands "Good. Lets get going men, we have jobs to do and we're burning daylight."

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After Protector McGraw returned from the meeting he came across an inactive squad and said "Men, the Vault 101 outpost has been approved, as the man in charge of the operation to set this up I want it right outside of their wooden door and well barricaded. Three of you, Johnson, Thomas and Jefferson, you program four sentry bots, two protectrons and a robobrain for extra protection. Make a little shack for sleeping and a small elevated area for sniping. We will bring supplies to you every day for food and to help build this. Until it's complete Wilson and Davis, you will go with them. Once they complete the shack you return here. I want you two to confront Megaton and inform them on our outpost so they won't feel threatened. Apparently there is a diplomatic reason behind this as well. The council is starting to make a shift towards using others to acquire technology whenever possible. In the end we need to hasten our research and development because, and don't tell Cardin I said this. But If we don't make contact with West Coast, we will need to start thinking long term here. Even Protector Cardin knows that, even if he won't admit it.
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Postby Fascist Russian Empire » Wed Jun 03, 2015 8:18 pm

Tenpenny Tower

Welcome to Tenpenny Tower, the last bastion of truly civilized society in the Capital Wasteland. Whereas other settlements are content to live in makeshift hovels, and drink dirty water, and live like filthy peasants, Tenpenny Tower is a true paradise in the wasteland; clean, non-irradiated, comfortable rooms, plenty of purified water to go around, only the finest food available, and every amenity one's heart could desire, with no monsters, no super mutants, and no ghouls. It was, frankly, a genuine oasis in the middle of a vast, unending wasteland, a light shining in the darkness, the light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, such luxury was hard to come across, and such a fine establishment could only be made available to the finest people; only the most wealthy, reputable, elite people in the wasteland were permitted to reside in the luxurious Tenpenny Tower. Tenpenny Tower was the place to live for the elite of the wasteland; all the well off wastelanders aspired to one day live in the magnificent halls of Tenpenny Tower, and people paid caps out the ass to live there.

Overlording this glorious remnant of pre-war luxuries is Alistair Tenpenny, the owner and proprietor of the tower, an Englishman who came all the way from Britain looking for fame and fortune. He succeeded in both, finding and restoring the old hotel building, restoring it to its former glory. Not only was he fabulously wealthy, but almost everyone in the wasteland knew his name, and Tenpenny Tower had become one of the most successful settlements in the wasteland. Of course, where there is greatness, there is always envy. Countless people, be they ordinary peasants, ghouls, raiders, or any other manner of lowlife filth, they've all tried to take the tower for themselves, or come in uninvited. Needless to say, Tenpenny's security is very well staffed and very well equipped, ready to respond to any attack on the Tower and ready to dispatch of any trespasser, with Tenpenny having tons of guards on duty at all times.

As of recently, the ghouls, filthy creatures they were, had been making bolder and bolder attempts to take over the Tower. While Tenpenny's heavily armed security staff was more than capable of repelling them, it made the guests uncomfortable, and it was overall bad for business, not to mention the costs of replacing dead guards. Despite the best efforts of Tenpenny's goons and security staff, ghouls continued to be a pest for the Tenpenny Tower residents, and Tenpenny's security chief, Gustavo, was always looking into new methods of eradicating their little pest problem. Tenpenny Tower was always buying new weapons from merchants, and always hiring the services of mercenary companies to dispatch of ghoul groups in the area (since Tenpenny's own security detail was too busy protecting the tower to go and deal with it themselves). Still, while Tenpenny's efforts had put a fair dent in the region's ghoul population, they were a persistent bunch of zombie bastards, and they just wouldn't take the fucking hint and piss off.

At the moment, however, Alistair Tenpenny was more focused on dealing with a slightly different issue. The issue he was more focused on was the town of Megaton, a filthy eyesore, a town of dirty peasants, a blight on the Capital Wasteland. It was such a dirty town full of dirty people, and mister Tenpenny wanted it gone; besides, it was so ugly to look at from his balcony, and he simply couldn't stand to look at it any longer. Being the helpful little lieutenant he is, Mister Burke, Tenpenny's right hand man and favorite assistant, agreed to get rid of Megaton for him, and Tenpenny anxiously awaited the day when that worthless blight of a town would be swept off the map. Megaton was old news, a worthless relic of the past, a blight upon the wasteland, and it needed to be destroyed to pave the way for the future; a future shaped by the wasteland's wealthy elite. As we speak, Mister Burke is working tirelessly to get rid of that filthy town; such a reliable assistant, that Mister Burke is.

Megaton

Just as he had told Tenpenny, Mister Burke was doing what was in his power to eradicate Megaton. It had taken a bit of searching, but he had managed to contract an explosives expert to rig a pulse charge to Megaton's bomb, which would allow the bomb to be remotely detonated from Tenpenny Tower. The plan was simple; Burke's contracted expert, a man by the name of William Cunningham (like Tenpenny, an Englishman and a resident of the Tower), would go into Megaton and offer to defuse the bomb. In reality, he would be rigging the bomb to explode, while making it look like he was disarming it. From there, William would go back to the Tower and inform Burke and Tenpenny of his success; then, everyone gets to watch a nice little fireworks show from the Tower balcony.

Without wasting any time, William, arriving at Megaton early in the afternoon after a few hours of walking, entered through the town gates. William had visited Megaton on several occasions in the past, mostly to trade or buy supplies, and he had been acquainted with a handful of the town, including the sheriff. Approaching sheriff Simms, he spoke up to him.

"Afternoon, Simms. I was in the area, and I couldn't help but remember that little bomb problem ya'll had. Well, I've been doing a bunch of studying up on explosives, and I think I might be able to take a look at the bomb, and maybe try and disarm it for you all. What do you think about, say, a hundred caps for the job?" William said to the sheriff, smoothly lying.

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"Alright everyone! Be ready to move tomorrow at 4 o'clock, sharp! We're gonna hit those bigots early in the morning!" Tyrone said as he dismissed the ghouls from their nightly meeting. Most returned to their barracks. He had just unfolded the plan to them, which was fairly simple, and, as he stated, would be early in the morning to attack before most of the residents are awake. His plan was to attack the main gate with the bulk of the brigade as a distraction, while a small group went over to the side of the building and used homemade explosives to blow a large hole in the wall surrounding Tenpenny Tower. Once this happened, the brigade would then retreat back to Warrington, regroup, and wait to attack again later that night. This was undoubtedly the boldest of their plans yet, as they had just finished building three high-yield time bombs, and would use all of them in this attack.

Tyrone walked down the hallway from their meeting room to his bedroom where he stayed. Although it wasn't that late, he was heading to bed early, as were most of the ghouls, to get some rest before the big raid tomorrow.

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"Join the Ghoul Liberation Front! Free the Wasteland for the Ghoul people!"

Azazel stood quietly, smoking a cigarette, while the other two ghouls, Ralph and Belial, tried to recruit other ghouls to the cause. So far, no one had joined, but this was the first day recruiting. "Join the GLF! Fight for our Freedom!" A few ghouls passing by stopped and looked over at the GLF stand, but most kept walking. Ralph turned to Azazel, asking, "What do think would make them join?" Azazel exhaled his cigarette, and said, "We have to win something. Let's go." The three of them left quickly, and headed back to Museum Station. Azazel began thinking about what to do to gain attention from the ghouls in Underworld.
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Evan King stood at the base of the on ramp, staring at the dead brahmin at the farm. Three of out of the five had been killed by unknown means during the night, and Evan curled his fists up in anger. He knew that there was only one group to blame: The Family. Evan couldn't remember exactly when The Family started harassing their small settlement, but it had only been yelling and occasionally taking pot shots at their shacks, but this was different. The Family never killed before, and even if they were only brahmin, they were still the livelihood of the settlement. Now with only two brahmin left, things might get a bit harder. Evan would have to go scavenging again soon.

With an annoyed sigh, Evan began to walk back up to Arefu, swatting at the flies buzzing around his head. He never noticed that the brahmin corpses seemed to be drained of blood.
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Vault 108
Dr. Tyler Doul had just finished his latest round of experimentation on a young female fetus. The mother, Mary he thought her name was, was not very happy of course, but she deserved it all their captives did. Every single human of the 30 were bigots who seemed to exist only to insult and persecute Ghouls. "Jake", the Doctor called. Soon a tall figure appeared with wisps of brown hair on head and wearing leather armor with a Chinese Assault rifle on his back "what do you need Doc?" he asked. "this women has fulfilled her usefulness at this moment, take her back to Kim and have here prepped for reinsemination. "yeah sure doc" Jake looked at the women "you get up now" when she refused he reached over and yanked her up by her hair "let's go smoothskin or else we will test the FEV on you" the women complied afraid of what would happen, she had been here the longest and gone through this procedure countless times only to hear the doctor curse when the FEV killed the fetus, then it was always back with the others so she could produce another she feared the day she could no long produce, she didn't know what would happen then. As she walked down the corridors of this vault a sadness crept in all she did was insult on ghoul once called him a zombie and told him to take a hike and now she was here in this hell, kept prisoner only to be used to produce children to be experimented on.
Meanwhile back in the Lab the Doctor was cursing and beating against the wall, he was still pretty much intact only having turned about a year ago. "why is this so difficult" he said to no one in particular "why can I just save the gametes even if only for 20 years or so, There must be away" The doctor decided no more live tests today, instead he would go over Gary's DNA and isolate his Gametes perhaps then he could add those genes into the ghoulafied fetuses.
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Three Dog reclined in his chair after ending the short broadcast. He stroked his mustache, contemplating ways of fixing the transmitter. He couldn't get the Brotherhood to do it, too dangerous for them and they didn't have the manpower as far as he could tell. They could barely hold the outpost with what men they had. He picked up one of the nearby soda bottles and chucked it at the wall, shattering the glass into a hundred pieces.

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A power armored fist slammed the table, rattling the entire room and sending papers flying. "THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Sarah Lyons shouted at the Elder. "We don't have the men to cut a path to the Outpost, not without losing more than we're saving!" Her face was flushed with anger and frustration, while the Elder's was calm and understanding. "We cannot abandon the people at the outpost, we have come too far in the past decade to let it all slip away now." He said, attempting to smooth over the conversation. "Fine, but when the Pride comes back in body bags you can rethink that!" She stormed out, violently shoving a few knights out of her way in a huff. Elder Lyons rubbed his eyes with a sigh and turned to Scribe Rothchild, who looked extremely amused. "She seems to take after her father doesn't she." the Scribe said with a chuckle. "She's right though, we don't have the manpower to keep this war going. We need to start earnestly recruiting." The Elder nodded and replied, "Yes send Paladins to the major settlements. Arefu, Canterbury Commons, Grayditch, Megaton, Republic of Dave, Rivet City and Tenpenny Tower all need a recruiter if we can get them to agree."

Three hours later, 7 parties of BoS representatives set out from the Citadel, all bound for their respective destinations.
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Postby Harbertia » Thu Jun 04, 2015 1:51 pm

Canterbury Commons
The wind blew calmly though the streets. Joe Porter began to polish up the counter of his diner as his morning customer enjoyed a drink. Outside, in a culdesack Crow spoke with Ernest Roe, making small talk as the Bramin was being readied for rest. One of it's heads let out a moo as the other chewed on a lone stalk of grass.

Ernest counted the caps he had received as he made his way to his store. No sign of those two so far, and I hope it stays that way. he thought as he entered his workshop with a focused expression.

Derek wasn't around, as usual. He better not have wandered off again. Roe opened the front door, and turned towards the diner; "JOE!"

"YEAH!"

"HAVE YOU SEEN DEREK!"

"HE's over here." Porter said from the diner's entrance. Roe waved Porter off, and re-entered his workshop.
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At the glorious Republic of Dave, the only true sovereign place in the wasteland, President Dave was busy building up his military strength through his glorious army, which composed entirely of his own family members, mostly his daughters. As the only TRUE sovereign republic in the Wasteland, the Republic was strict on it's immigration policy. There would be no foreign..influences in the most glorious republic.

Once a mercenary, Dave, the President of the Republic of Dave, was exiled from the former Kingdom of Tom. He matured. (Though some say that radiation may have..seeped into his head.) He participated in a failed heist on Fort Constaine with 4 other mercenaries. However, only 3 came out, with two, Tara and "Mister Crowley" lost in the building. Dave currently has one of the four keys needed to get a "special piece of treasure" inside the building.

Sitting it at his office, President Dave was signing a document declaring that the Bureau of Davelike Actions now added voting for Dave as a Davelike Action, when a militia (also one of his inbred family members) came to his office.

Milita: "Mr. President! Some Brotherhood of Steel men are at our door, attempting to speak with you, Mr. President!"

Dave: "The "Brotherhood?" What do they wish from our glorious Republic?"

Milita: "I..don't know."

Dave: (Sighs) "Very well. Let them in. Tell them to come here, into the Capitol Building, in my office."

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Postby The New Sea Territory » Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:19 pm

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Ghoul Liberation Front
"Non Serviam!"


Tenpenny Tower
GLF 2nd Brigade


"Group 2, break off now. Head North, and follow the Plan!"

The three of them split from the rest of the Brigade, and began to run to the North. They would wait until they heard the shots being fired before planting bombs. It was very early, and the sun hadn't risen yet, so the ghouls couldn't be seen very well. Tyrone's group approached Tenpenny Tower's main gate, and they stopped. Motioning with his hand, he ordered a few ghouls to move over and take cover. Then, he pulled out a frag grenade, his last grenade, and pulled the pin. Standing up quickly and getting a running start, he hurled the grenade over the gate and then ran back to take cover, waiting for the guards to return fire.

Ghoul Outpost
GLF 3rd Brigade


Jeffery, the scout, returned to the outpost after his recon mission. Renzo opened the door to the outpost, with his assault rifle in hand, and let the scout enter. He scanned the area around him before closing the door again, and locking it. He turned, set down his rifle on the table, and asked immediately, "What did you see in Fairfax?"

"Raiders. Just a large group of raiders, camped out to the east of Fort Independence." "Hmm...perhaps coordination with these raiders could allow us to launch a large attack on the Outcasts. These raiders are armed well enough to withstand numerous Outcast attacks." Renzo opened the refrigerator they had dragged in a while back, and pulled out two Nuka Cola bottles. He sat down and handed one to Jeffery. "I don't know if we can convince them. They are raiders. Chem-dropping junkies are easy to reason with."

"I understand. Perhaps I can get some of the others to head down there and try to talk to them. If it doesn't work out, we can just clear the ruins and move in ourselves."
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Postby Greater Socialist Albania » Thu Jun 04, 2015 5:39 pm

''Paradise Falls is a converted strip style shopping mall turned slaver haven in the Capital Wasteland, with business ties to further slave trade in The Pitt. It is a constant source of fear for many of the wasteland denizens.

Paradise Falls
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Eulogy Jones leaders of the Slavers stood around the pool tabel in the barracks with his top lieutenants John Scarface Peter, Angy Deathstrike, Natasha Kirov, Forty, Carolina Red and Ymir.

''Im going to cut to the chase real fast,the reason i gathered you here now is because there is a higher demand of slaves from the Pitt, an accident with explosives killed around 50 slaves after the building where the explosion happened collapsed haha the dead meats didn't see it coming, ladies and gentlemen the demand for meat will skyrocket, i want every one to increase there search area, Scarface and Deathstrike i want you to scout the Arefu Area, Natasha i want your group to stay in paradise falls to defend it, i heard some feral ghouls are roaming near, the other i want you to expand your search in the Downtown ruins, i want 5 Meats to be delivered daily am i understood?''

''Sir Yes Sir'' shouted the lieutenants

They then gathered there soldiers, weapons and gear.

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Postby Kingdomkungfu » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:03 pm

As the group of traders from a group of roaming caravans get closer to megaton, they hear a robotic voice speak out to them,

“Well howdy folks welcome to the humble establishment of Megaton. Just like any other wasteland civilization, we have laws, clean food,clean water, and accomodations. Megaton is one of the many trade centers you can find all throughout these parts. Wait just outside for some more caravans to pass by or mosey on in and trade at the Caterside Supply. If ya looking for a waterin hole, Moriarty’s saloon is the place to go. If ya’ll got anymore questions, don’t be a stranger and ask any of the residents if you have a problem with finding anything. Remember, we don’t have many problems here so watch what you do with that weapon yer hear? Also the unactivated nuke in the middle of the city is completely safe.”

The part of Megaton having only a little bit of problems was a complete lie. The town had many problems including that inactive nuke in the middle of the settlement. The constant raider attacks and radscorpions were slowly chipping at the protective wall on the outside. Soon, they would have to find parts to fix it and hope that the raiders don’t capitalize on weakened parts. On the inside, scrap metal to fix the water system was drying out. They were on their last bits of scrap and the main engineer there was stressing out. Now, thanks to Moira Brown, the inhabitants want to go on a raid on a known Raider stronghold at super duper mart to get trade goods and other supplies. When a man came to Megaton saying he can fix the nuke problem, Lucas Simms was more than ecstatic.

“Well I’ll be… if you can do it I’ll give you the promised 100 caps.”

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Postby The NAR » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:19 pm

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THE ENCLAVE

Beneath Vault-Tec HQ


The Enclave Soldiers were suprised to see the men ascend from the pods, many of them throwing up all over the floor. Wilson took a special notice to the one directing orders, and immediatley shouted his own towards the dazed and confused men. "Everyone! On the ground! Extend your arms and legs and stay still!". The Enclave Troops raised their weapons, though they were outnumbered. The Soldiers weren't supposed to shoot their obective, nor was that what they were going to do, but they needed to take the precautions.

ENCLAVE RADIO
"We live in an age of poverty, greed, violence, destruction. Indeed, the very seat of the federal government, Washington D.C., has been reduced to what is now known as the "Capital Wasteland." The Capital Wasteland... How did it come to this, America? How did your leaders allow the most powerful nation on Earth… to die? The answer is really quite simple: Incompetence. Incompetence at the highest echelons of power. We put our trust, our faith, in halfwits. Our intrepid leaders had everything they wanted! Power. Wealth. Prestige. And it made them lazy, America. Oh yes, and laziness breeds stupidity. Rest assured, I will not make the mistakes of my predecessors. When John Henry Eden builds a country, he builds it to last. The American way. Don't you, my darling America, deserve that? Don't you deserve a future free of war, and fear, and terrible uncertainty? Of course you do. As President of the United States, you have my solemn pledge that I will never rest, NEVER rest, until we all have what we deserve: A place to truly call... home"
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Postby The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:24 pm

The NAR wrote:
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THE ENCLAVE

Beneath Vault-Tec HQ


The Enclave Soldiers were suprised to see the men ascend from the pods, many of them throwing up all over the floor. Wilson took a special notice to the one directing orders, and immediatley shouted his own towards the dazed and confused men. "Everyone! On the ground! Extend your arms and legs and stay still!". The Enclave Troops raised their weapons, though they were outnumbered. The Soldiers weren't supposed to shoot their obective, nor was that what they were going to do, but they needed to take the precautions.

ENCLAVE RADIO
"We live in an age of poverty, greed, violence, destruction. Indeed, the very seat of the federal government, Washington D.C., has been reduced to what is now known as the "Capital Wasteland." The Capital Wasteland... How did it come to this, America? How did your leaders allow the most powerful nation on Earth… to die? The answer is really quite simple: Incompetence. Incompetence at the highest echelons of power. We put our trust, our faith, in halfwits. Our intrepid leaders had everything they wanted! Power. Wealth. Prestige. And it made them lazy, America. Oh yes, and laziness breeds stupidity. Rest assured, I will not make the mistakes of my predecessors. When John Henry Eden builds a country, he builds it to last. The American way. Don't you, my darling America, deserve that? Don't you deserve a future free of war, and fear, and terrible uncertainty? Of course you do. As President of the United States, you have my solemn pledge that I will never rest, NEVER rest, until we all have what we deserve: A place to truly call... home"


Foley looked up and was confronted with the sight of heavily armed and armored men pointing their weapons at the underwear clad soldiers. The voice that followed was clearly human but was obviously machine amplified.

"Everyone! On the ground! Extend your arms and legs and stay still!"; with no other choice the men of the 506th slowly got onto the floor, some of whom had to lay down in their own vomit but no one wanted to suffer the wrath of the armored figures who held them at gunpoint.

"I Captain Richard Foley of the United States Army; you are detaining US Government personnel." Foley spoke from his position face down on the floor.
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The NAR wrote:
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THE ENCLAVE

Beneath Vault-Tec HQ


The Enclave Soldiers were suprised to see the men ascend from the pods, many of them throwing up all over the floor. Wilson took a special notice to the one directing orders, and immediatley shouted his own towards the dazed and confused men. "Everyone! On the ground! Extend your arms and legs and stay still!". The Enclave Troops raised their weapons, though they were outnumbered. The Soldiers weren't supposed to shoot their obective, nor was that what they were going to do, but they needed to take the precautions.

ENCLAVE RADIO
"We live in an age of poverty, greed, violence, destruction. Indeed, the very seat of the federal government, Washington D.C., has been reduced to what is now known as the "Capital Wasteland." The Capital Wasteland... How did it come to this, America? How did your leaders allow the most powerful nation on Earth… to die? The answer is really quite simple: Incompetence. Incompetence at the highest echelons of power. We put our trust, our faith, in halfwits. Our intrepid leaders had everything they wanted! Power. Wealth. Prestige. And it made them lazy, America. Oh yes, and laziness breeds stupidity. Rest assured, I will not make the mistakes of my predecessors. When John Henry Eden builds a country, he builds it to last. The American way. Don't you, my darling America, deserve that? Don't you deserve a future free of war, and fear, and terrible uncertainty? Of course you do. As President of the United States, you have my solemn pledge that I will never rest, NEVER rest, until we all have what we deserve: A place to truly call... home"


Foley looked up and was confronted with the sight of heavily armed and armored men pointing their weapons at the underwear clad soldiers. The voice that followed was clearly human but was obviously machine amplified.

"Everyone! On the ground! Extend your arms and legs and stay still!"; with no other choice the men of the 506th slowly got onto the floor, some of whom had to lay down in their own vomit but no one wanted to suffer the wrath of the armored figures who held them at gunpoint.

"I Captain Richard Foley of the United States Army; you are detaining US Government personnel." Foley spoke from his position face down on the floor.


The Enclave Soldiers quickly scanned the crowd to make sure everyone was clean, and they began to pick up the men and help them onto their feet. Wilson grabbed the man named Richard Foley by the arm and helped him onto his feet, shooting an order to the Enclave Soldiers. "Lower your weapons, they're our Countrymen". Wilson extended his arm. "Sergeant Wilson, of the Enclave... we're the United States Government"
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Postby The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:38 pm

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Foley looked up and was confronted with the sight of heavily armed and armored men pointing their weapons at the underwear clad soldiers. The voice that followed was clearly human but was obviously machine amplified.

"Everyone! On the ground! Extend your arms and legs and stay still!"; with no other choice the men of the 506th slowly got onto the floor, some of whom had to lay down in their own vomit but no one wanted to suffer the wrath of the armored figures who held them at gunpoint.

"I Captain Richard Foley of the United States Army; you are detaining US Government personnel." Foley spoke from his position face down on the floor.


The Enclave Soldiers quickly scanned the crowd to make sure everyone was clean, and they began to pick up the men and help them onto their feet. Wilson grabbed the man named Richard Foley by the arm and helped him onto his feet, shooting an order to the Enclave Soldiers. "Lower your weapons, they're our Countrymen". Wilson extended his arm. "Sergeant Wilson, of the Enclave... we're the United States Government"


Foley excepted the handshake and shook the man's armored gloves, noticing how the man purposely went for a soft grip hinting at the power of the suit he wore.

"An Enclave against what exactly sergeant?" Foley asked the expressionless helmet as the remainder of the company rose behind him. "But on second thought that seems to be a story for another time and place.You gentlemen wouldn't have happened to see our gea...?"

Foley turned away from the sergeant to scan the room and was delighted with the sight of a neat row of storage lockers lining one side of the wall. Walking towards the row of lockers Foley noticed how each one had the name and rank of a squad-member stenciled on the front of each locker. Foley found his at the very end and found that it opened with the pull of a lever. He grinned as he found a set of green, brown and black patterned camo combat armor and fatigues along with a helmet and his personal gear stored in a duffel bag that was in one compartment of the locker.

"Some privacy while change sergeant?" Foley called out as his men followed their captain's example and found their own locker and began to don their equipment found within.
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Postby Barboneia » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:40 pm

Arefu

Brailee Ewers sat at a table in the small shack she and her husband, Ken Ewers, live in, a bottle of irradiated water in her hand. In front of her sat a Radiation King radio that Ken had jury-rigged for her. She often used to listen to Galaxy News Radio, but the signal has been quite poor recently, she has resorted to listening to Enclave Radio instead. Brailee smiled as she listened to President John Henry Eden speak.

In her mind, the United States was never destroyed in a nuclear bombardment, the government was still fully active and efficient, and she was a happy housewife who lives in a large suburban home a bit northwest of Washington, District of Columbia. In reality, she is a delusional 36 year old woman living in a poorly constructed tin shack on top of a decaying highway overpass in the post-war United States.

Brailee turned to look at Ken, who was sitting on the floor and cleaning out a .32 revolver he owned. She was absolutely beaming.

"Oh, Ken, don't you hear what the president is saying? They're going to make a new strip mall near Arlington! We just MUST go this weekend! Won't it be fun, dear?"

Ken turned to look at his crazed wife, then down at his pistol. He often contemplated blasting her brains out and putting her out of her misery. Instead, he faked a smile.

"Of course, honey, that sounds great."

Satisfied, Brailee turned back to the radio as Ken shook his head and continued cleaning the weapon.
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Postby The NAR » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:42 pm

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The NAR wrote:
The Enclave Soldiers quickly scanned the crowd to make sure everyone was clean, and they began to pick up the men and help them onto their feet. Wilson grabbed the man named Richard Foley by the arm and helped him onto his feet, shooting an order to the Enclave Soldiers. "Lower your weapons, they're our Countrymen". Wilson extended his arm. "Sergeant Wilson, of the Enclave... we're the United States Government"


Foley excepted the handshake and shook the man's armored gloves, noticing how the man purposely went for a soft grip hinting at the power of the suit he wore.

"An Enclave against what exactly sergeant?" Foley asked the expressionless helmet as the remainder of the company rose behind him. "But on second thought that seems to be a story for another time and place.You gentlemen wouldn't have happened to see our gea...?"

Foley turned away from the sergeant to scan the room and was delighted with the sight of a neat row of storage lockers lining one side of the wall. Walking towards the row of lockers Foley noticed how each one had the name and rank of a squad-member stenciled on the front of each locker. Foley found his at the very end and found that it opened with the pull of a lever. He grinned as he found a set of green, brown and black patterned camo combat armor and fatigues along with a helmet and his personal gear stored in a duffel bag that was in one compartment of the locker.

"Some privacy while change sergeant?" Foley called out as his men followed their captain's example and found their own locker and began to don their equipment found within.

"Of course" nodded Wilson, the Enclave "E" surrounded by stars glimmering from the lights above as he turned. He relayed orders to his men, intent on gathering all he could from this location. "Clear this facilitiy, I want all data and any gear you find". Wilson then waited for the Soldiers.
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Postby The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:51 pm

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Foley excepted the handshake and shook the man's armored gloves, noticing how the man purposely went for a soft grip hinting at the power of the suit he wore.

"An Enclave against what exactly sergeant?" Foley asked the expressionless helmet as the remainder of the company rose behind him. "But on second thought that seems to be a story for another time and place.You gentlemen wouldn't have happened to see our gea...?"

Foley turned away from the sergeant to scan the room and was delighted with the sight of a neat row of storage lockers lining one side of the wall. Walking towards the row of lockers Foley noticed how each one had the name and rank of a squad-member stenciled on the front of each locker. Foley found his at the very end and found that it opened with the pull of a lever. He grinned as he found a set of green, brown and black patterned camo combat armor and fatigues along with a helmet and his personal gear stored in a duffel bag that was in one compartment of the locker.

"Some privacy while change sergeant?" Foley called out as his men followed their captain's example and found their own locker and began to don their equipment found within.

"Of course" nodded Wilson, the Enclave "E" surrounded by stars glimmering from the lights above as he turned. He relayed orders to his men, intent on gathering all he could from this location. "Clear this facilitiy, I want all data and any gear you find". Wilson then waited for the Soldiers.


Foley secured the last clasp that would hold his web gear in place before he turned his attention to the weapons organized neatly in the locker. The first weapon he withdrew was a .45 pistol that he had carried throughout his military career, next came an assault carbine that sported a forward grip, and then finally came the standard inch trench knife that completed his arsenal; if one didn't count the fragmentation grenades he kept in his belt pouch. Lastly he donned his helmet and made sure the tinted blast-shield was retracted before he turned to his men. Some of them were already done while others were just finishing up their prepping. Most of the men carried carbines like the captain,however some carried LMG's or large .50 cal sniper rifles that forced their carriers to hold the massive weapons with both arms. However, all the men were more burdened then usual as they had cannibalized the lockers of their dead comrades for ammo and equipment which they had stuffed into every available pouch and bag.

"Alright, Sergeant do you have an exfil route set up, or are you improvising at this point?" Foley asked as he chambered a round in his carbine.
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Postby The NAR » Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:08 pm

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The NAR wrote:"Of course" nodded Wilson, the Enclave "E" surrounded by stars glimmering from the lights above as he turned. He relayed orders to his men, intent on gathering all he could from this location. "Clear this facilitiy, I want all data and any gear you find". Wilson then waited for the Soldiers.


Foley secured the last clasp that would hold his web gear in place before he turned his attention to the weapons organized neatly in the locker. The first weapon he withdrew was a .45 pistol that he had carried throughout his military career, next came an assault carbine that sported a forward grip, and then finally came the standard inch trench knife that completed his arsenal; if one didn't count the fragmentation grenades he kept in his belt pouch. Lastly he donned his helmet and made sure the tinted blast-shield was retracted before he turned to his men. Some of them were already done while others were just finishing up their prepping. Most of the men carried carbines like the captain,however some carried LMG's or large .50 cal sniper rifles that forced their carriers to hold the massive weapons with both arms. However, all the men were more burdened then usual as they had cannibalized the lockers of their dead comrades for ammo and equipment which they had stuffed into every available pouch and bag.

"Alright, Sergeant do you have an exfil route set up, or are you improvising at this point?" Foley asked as he chambered a round in his carbine.


Wilson nodded as he secured his weapon in his arms. "The reest of my team is waiting up above. We're gonna link up with them and then make our way out of the building. After that, keep standard military tactics and follow our lead. Its dangerous up there. If you have questions, ask, but only at the right time'. With that, the Enclave Troops proceeded towards and boarded the elevator, which wuld take multiple trips up with loads of troops. When everyone was assembled, they exited the Vault-Tec HQ...
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Postby The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:11 pm

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Foley secured the last clasp that would hold his web gear in place before he turned his attention to the weapons organized neatly in the locker. The first weapon he withdrew was a .45 pistol that he had carried throughout his military career, next came an assault carbine that sported a forward grip, and then finally came the standard inch trench knife that completed his arsenal; if one didn't count the fragmentation grenades he kept in his belt pouch. Lastly he donned his helmet and made sure the tinted blast-shield was retracted before he turned to his men. Some of them were already done while others were just finishing up their prepping. Most of the men carried carbines like the captain,however some carried LMG's or large .50 cal sniper rifles that forced their carriers to hold the massive weapons with both arms. However, all the men were more burdened then usual as they had cannibalized the lockers of their dead comrades for ammo and equipment which they had stuffed into every available pouch and bag.

"Alright, Sergeant do you have an exfil route set up, or are you improvising at this point?" Foley asked as he chambered a round in his carbine.


Wilson nodded as he secured his weapon in his arms. "The reest of my team is waiting up above. We're gonna link up with them and then make our way out of the building. After that, keep standard military tactics and follow our lead. Its dangerous up there. If you have questions, ask, but only at the right time'. With that, the Enclave Troops proceeded towards and boarded the elevator, which wuld take multiple trips up with loads of troops. When everyone was assembled, they exited the Vault-Tec HQ...


"Holy sh*t" Foley uttered as he stepped onto the ruins of DC, buildings that had seemed the pinnacle of engineering lay as piles of rubble in the street and the sun seemed to bake the soldiers from the bleak cloudless sky. "What in the sam hell happened?"

The soldiers that followed the captain gazed in either wide mouthed astonishment or grim silence; however all of them clutched their weapons a bit tighter as if they were security blankets keeping the monsters at bay.
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Postby The NAR » Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:15 pm

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The NAR wrote:
Wilson nodded as he secured his weapon in his arms. "The reest of my team is waiting up above. We're gonna link up with them and then make our way out of the building. After that, keep standard military tactics and follow our lead. Its dangerous up there. If you have questions, ask, but only at the right time'. With that, the Enclave Troops proceeded towards and boarded the elevator, which wuld take multiple trips up with loads of troops. When everyone was assembled, they exited the Vault-Tec HQ...


"Holy sh*t" Foley uttered as he stepped onto the ruins of DC, buildings that had seemed the pinnacle of engineering lay as piles of rubble in the street and the sun seemed to bake the soldiers from the bleak cloudless sky. "What in the sam hell happened?"

The soldiers that followed the captain gazed in either wide mouthed astonishment or grim silence; however all of them clutched their weapons a bit tighter as if they were security blankets keeping the monsters at bay.

Wilson chuckled, gazing up at the crumbling ruins and grey, depressing skies. "I'd ask if you've been living under a rock, but you have". The continued foreword, entering the metro tunnels. "I'll explain everything later, but keep a lookout for Super Mutants and Ghouls"
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