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The Traansval
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Postby The Traansval » Fri Mar 10, 2017 10:05 pm

The Federal Republic of New York


They say War Never Changes. But their missing the point entirely. Sure, war fundamentally never changes, but they don't see why that it, what causes that. War Never Changes;

Because Humanity never changes.

The Washington Pact and the Federal Republic of New York. Ideological Enemies, perhaps once peace was possible between the two but all hope of that was shattered when the silence was too, when the crap and boom of Artillery filled the skies and were replaced by gunfire and the dying sounds of men on both sides. New York fought hard but its military was flawed, i had never fought a real power, a real organized power, just tribals and raiders.

Its idea that Manpower was more important than fire power, that nothing else matter than how many men you had in the fight, led to the defeat of the military, and led to Washington annexing nearly half the Republic. But things were going to change.

The Conscription Act of 2240 was replaced with the Selective Service Act of 2252, changing Conscription to be a thing enacted only in times of desperation. The New York Republican Army was now a Volunteer Force, and the Nationalist Attitudes of the Republic led to many joining, some mainly for the larger pay. New York was going to rebuild, and one day it would take back what was rightfully theirs.

New Yorks project of converting their Vehicles to Coal Engines had finally gone underway, with the war now over the Vehicles of the NYRA were now open to being sent back to the Vehicle Facilities to have their engines converted.

With Wilmington now made a unwise choice as a Naval Port for the New York Navy (NYN), major production and housing for the Navy was moved to Great Lanta, Drydocks begin put under construction.

The Republic also made a deal with a new trade partner, the United Protectorates of Vault Tec. The UPVT had come to New York asking for the NYC Vault, and also Gardiners Island as a Trade post. In return for these two, the UPVT provided New York with blueprints of a 150mm Howitzer and 2.3 Million Caps. Additional smaller deals saw the exchange of New York Steel and other raw materials for UPVT Steam Tractors and also the UPVT improving New Yorks Agricultural Infrastructure.

Alongside UPVT's help, the President formed the new Department of Agriculture to work to help educate farmers on more modern Farming Techniques such as use of Fertilizer and irrigation pipes, as some small examples. The Department of Agriculture also works to build more Agricultural Infrastructure for New York Farms and Farmland, and hopefully in a few more months the fields of New York will begin to produce double their current output, feeding the Nations large population.

The drop in Military also meant a boost in the Workforce, leading to more men and women becoming Factory Workers or Craftsmen, increasing New Yorks industrial output. The Mines and Steel Mills of Allentown in particular saw a increase in their workforces, leading to a increase in Steel Production to be used in the Factories.

The Republics research projects into researching new weapons of war were coming up with good ideas, mainly the development of the T-28 and a few models of Steam Landships.

The FDI and Marshal Services were trained and issued weapons, and were now being sent out to bring law and order to the wild, wild wasteland of the Republic. The Special Air Service had also finished its formation, too late unfortunately to be used in the war.

The newly reorganized New York Republican Army was split into Four Army Groups of 4,000 men each, and deployed onto the front. 1st Army was deployed to the Wilmington Sector (Wilmington to Swartzville), 2nd deployed to the Harrisburg Sector (Harrisburg to Mansfield), and 3rd was deployed to the Buffalo Sector (Washington's border with New York State). The Fourth Army was assigned to the North. While there, the army would use a rotation schedule to rotate men off the line to be trained and properly armed. The State Militias were reorganized into the State Guard, and the New York Republican Army Reserves were created.

With the help of New York Republican Army Troopers, the Sapper Corp began a process of building new fortifications and reinforcing the remnants of the Kendi Line, which was destroyed in the territory which was annexed by Washington. The Sapper Corp drew up plans for a line of trenches to stretch from Wilmington to Lake Chautauqua in Buffalo. The Trenches would be 4 lines with barbed wire in between them and Concrete Bunkers and Machine Gun Pillboxes would be built along them, along with the deployment of Iron Jacks, a invention by New York that would be spread out in front of the trenches to stop Tanks. The Project was a ambitious one, but with the Vault Tec Caps New York is able to afford it.

The Republic has a uncertain future ahead, but atleast it still has a future.
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Postby Zepplien » Fri Mar 10, 2017 11:48 pm

New York Federal Penitentiary, Northern Ester State, New York Republic
March 1st, 2252

"Yes, yes, bring me the little one!" cackled a Vault 36er, raising one finger to point at a terrified girl who hid in the corner of her cell. "No please!" she cried as two guards unlocked it and seized her, the Vault dweller simply grinned, getting out a simple craniometer and using the device to measure her various facial features. His face turned elated "Ah, yes yes, you will find a great deal of 'work' on your 'work assignment'. Such a face of perfect symmetry..." he sighed contently, nodding to the two guards as they walked quickly to put her with the rest of the waiting group of prisoners. The Warden was waiting, the handful of remaining prisioners watching with terrified eyes from behind the bars. The jig was up a long time ago from their perspective, no 'work detail' just took people, and took people and never returned them, nor did it ever take a disproportionate amount of children. The Warden was a fat New Yorker, as was the local deputy, truly they were peculiar as no other wardens nor deputies lived in such luxury. This expanding waistline was thoroughly explained as a small sack of caps was placed in each man's hand by the 36er, the lanky pale Vault Dweller just grinning "I must say, the rate of children who have been found to be spies for the PACT is incredible, Such despicable choices will be dealt with harshly, I assure you." the lawman just grinned a bit, thumbing through the caps he was given "Oy, you Vault dwellers are some sick folks you know that?" the 36er seemed to weigh the evidence for a few moments before nodding "I suppose I can agree. Next time I might have a little extra for you, if you can find me two sets of twins under 16." the warden looked perplexed, but the follow up comment by the Vault Dweller "Three hundo extra for each of you." caused him to shove the thoughts aside "We will do our best."

"Get into line!" screamed one of the Neo Jose slavers, not even giving a second before the crack of a whip. The razor blades woven into the tip solicited the proper terror screams as the crowd forced itself against the bulkhead of the ship. "YOU ARE TO BE INSPECTED!" screamed another, cracking her whip into the group that so desperately forced its way against the wall of the ship. It took only a couple minutes of whippings, with the proper screams to get the prisoners into line. An older woman from Vault 36 walked along the line of prisoners, occasionally marking one or two to take away to a separate area. She stopped in front of one of the prisoners, a gash in her right arm, but her young features showed her to be a valuable slave. "I want this one for my personal stock. Have her taken to the autodoc." the cruel old slaver knew it was no blessing as her people moved forward, seizing one of the prisoners each. They were one by one forced to their knees, and had an explosive collar locked around their neck, then were forced into a cage barely long enough to lay down in. Unlike the uncivilized raiders of the wasteland, their used leather in their explosive collars, to make it comfortable to wear, and reduced the metal in the back to make it more comfortable to sleep in. As she walked past the countless faces she found the one. There was always one, one who was willing to stand up against them, and it made her sick when people couldn't see the way of things. He spat in her face and she recoiled from it, two Neo Joses took it upon themselves to crack their whips against the slaver, and another 36er nearly took his head for it.

"See for yourselves what happens to one who defies the way of things." The Vault 36 woman announced, looking over the assembled prisoners who had all been fitted with their slave collars. Her eyes were hard, not even a flicker of sadistic joy to them "You are unenlightened uplanders, worth less than my pistol." she took out her pistol, it was a desert eagle type, expensive beyond anything the New Yorkers would know "It is a nice pistol, but if it exploded I would dispose of it, you understand?" most seemed to get it, but it was for those who didn't full understand that she conducted her example. Her soldiers pried open the plastic container they had. More than large enough for a human to fit in, without his/her head. One of the 36ers locked a lid around the neck of the man, as the smell of sulfuric acid washed over the crowd. The man fought as one of the slavers welded metal bonds to his limbs, but surrounded by soldiers his strength was useless. They raised him up, then forced him into the container, locking the lid down. He screamed, screamed so loud the New Yorkers on the other side of the hull had to be shuffled away. Some of the prisoners threw up, some tried to turn away, but were reminded with shocks from their collars to watch. It was not quick as the man's flesh was stripped away by the sulfuric acid ever so slowly in his clear tank. The time dragged on endlessly, but no slave would spit in their master's face again...

Items of Note over the Time skip:
-Steel from New York flows into the Bay Bridge
-Sacramento, after some reordering, has provided many new workers to the Bay Bridge
-Vault 27 announces the opening of 200 new housing units within the next month
-The Tzardom of Monterrey has been declared a Major City, and has been awarded a seat on the Overseer Council
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Postby Alinora » Sat Mar 11, 2017 6:20 am

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- THE INSTITUTE -



Over the last few months, the Institute's focus has shifted away from military conquests, and instead towards the people of the Commonwealth. They implemented dozens of projects to rebuild towns that had been damaged during the fighting, and others that were dedicated to improving the quality of life there. In mainly Diamond City, Sanctuary, and Bunker Hill, synths went to work restoring damaged structures, repairing plumbing systems, and upgrading the unreliable power sources that had failed when war broke out in their streets. The Institute brought new crops to small, farming settlements, and assisted them in clearing land so that they can harvest more crops. The Institute also helped organize a Commonwealth Administrative Council, which is run by elected officials from each settlement, town, and city in the Commonwealth - with representatives from the Institute and Minutemen as well. For now, the CAC would be simply the face of the Commonwealth, but it gave the people a transparent government, and a democratic one. To an extent, the CAC could make rules - helping decide where supplies go, what town needs what, while also being the administrator of each local militia.

Though, the Institute hadn't only become invested in the Commonwealth, but spent time ensuring that it's influence was felt well outside of the Commonwealth. In various locations throughout New England, on the very fringes of their teleportation range, synths were hard at work building nodes - devices to carry the signal - an disguising them as trees, or other objects. Three were built, greatly extending the range in which the Institute can use it's teleportation to encompass most of New England, and extending their influence even more.

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Postby Alinora » Sat Mar 11, 2017 9:51 am

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Sentinel Site | Glowing Sea
T6-77 - "Sovereign"


A fierce radiation storm engulfed the Glowing Sea - more intense than usual, kicking up dirt and chunks of rock, while letting particles of fallout and toxic rain fall down to the surface. T6-77 and a group of Synths - around 25 - teleported into existence in silence, quickly securing a perimeter, and preparing to breach the facility. The Sentinel Site was believed to be the location of a pre-war stockpile of nuclear weapons, and the Director had ordered them to be secured in order to keep them out of the wrong hands. Of course, the legendary Courser known on the surface as "Sovereign", was deployed to make sure the job was done. T6-77 felt as though he rarely had any time to himself - usually having only a few hours in-between missions, but he didn't mind all that much. There was always the thrill of combat that kept him going, but it wasn't always easy. The faces of the people he's killed return to him when he finds himself alone, and sometimes, its a bitter remembrance.

He let these thoughts escape him as he and a squad of synths stormed into the Sentinel Site, initially greeted with nothing, but then unleashing a hail of fire as feral ghouls began to attack. T6-77 cut down many with ease alongside his synthetic allies, and proceeded to hop the guardrail and crash to the bottom - cracking the concrete beneath him. His squad of synths soon followed, joining him as he marched through the winding, narrow hallways, and cutting down any feral ghoul that tried to attack. As they turned a corner, and the raspy scream of a ghoul was heard, and it barreled towards T6-77 faster than he could raise his weapon. Instead, he raised out his hand as it lunged - grabbing it by the head in midair, with his fingers on it's temples. T6-77 held the monster in the air as it squirmed and screeched, and it only took a squeeze to collapse it's skull, oozing out blood and chunks of brain. He threw the ghoul on the ground, and continued foreword. They came to a large room, with stairs going up to a room on the left side, and a sealed door straight ahead. T6-77 turned to his synth companions. "Hold this position. I will open the door."

T6-77 climbed the stairs, and as he turned the corner, he was greeted by a man draped in robes, a man who was very clearly a member of the Children of Atom. He, with a few robots as protection, did not seem the slightest bit concerned with the Courser, and spoke. "You stand in Atom's hallowed ground, traveler. Tell me, what brings you to this sacred site?"

T6-77 looked back and forth between the man and his robotic protectors, and answered with an emotionless face. "This facility is now under the control of the Institute. Open the door."

"I'm afraid I cannot do such a thing" he said, "I am sworn to defend Atom's tools of division."

T6-77 didn't have the time. He slammed his into the head of one of the robots, grabbing it and throwing it at the other one. Both of the machines flew through the window as T6-77 slammed his foot into the cultist's check, shattering his ribcage and throwing him into the wall, which cracked upon his impact - breaking his spine as well. T6-77 retrieved the terminal code, entering the passcode that opened the door, and then spoke into his wrist-mounted comm device.

"Location secure." he said. "Clear to deploy occupational force."

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Postby The Traansval » Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:12 am

Erie
Northern Pennsylvania
Newly Annexed territory of the Washington Pact

March, 2252


Agent Hopkins killed the engine on his Schooner, and let it slowly sail into the port of Erie. Hopkins was in the boat with 4 other Agents of the Special Operations Group, the intelligence agency of the Republic of New York. They carried with them a cargo of Food and Water from The Great Lakes, and were now saling into the port of Erie.

As the ships sides touched the stone dock, the "crew" threw ropes onto the dock, which were tied down by the dock hands. Agent Hopkins, with papers calling him Captain Johnson, stepped onto the dock to be greeted by a Washington Official.

Captain Johnson: My papers sir. Standard load, food and water and ammo from the Great Lakes Commonwealth. I haven't seen you here before, new guy? Well, anyway, i got the standard New York import tax ready here.

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Postby The Holy Twig » Sat Mar 11, 2017 11:15 am

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North of Vancouver
Mr. Wright sat in the back of his car as Spiker struggled to bring the car north along the ruined Vancouver highways as part of a scouting mission that Mr. Wright had insisted on leading through the twisting mountain paths. Three other carfulls of Wendigos were coming along to help keep the boss safe. The entire convoy had to stop regularly to clear off the road or find an alternate route when the roads became too rough to continue forward, exposing the whole convoy to an attack. Still, it was safer there than in Vancouver. Mr. Wright had handed it over to the animalistic Bearsarks, who had already begun enslaving and conscripting Vancouverites into their horde. The Vancouverites weren't especially fond of the way that the Bearsarks were running their city and had decided to show it violently. The Bearsark were losing almost as many men as they were drafting, but Mr. Wright figured that as long as the Bearsark didn't lose the "almost" in "almost as many," they'd be happy to continue as it was going. He, however, wasn't fond of cycling men into his gang and then out of the gang, into a coffin on a daily basis, so the Wendigo gang had been sent out North, South, and East to scout out the wasteland or else back to Calgary to garrison Blackleaf and train. A lot had happened since the Wendigos had marched north decades ago, and now avenues of exploration that had never been available were open to him. Like the old frontiersmen of ages past, he mused as he watched several wendigos strain to move a rotting tree that had fallen into the road. Mr. Wright hoped that the scouts to the south were having better luck.




Saskatchewan, near Moose Jaw
The Wendigo Federation war convoy sped over the plains of southern Saskatchewan, as they had been for over a week, stopping only to refuel from the oil tankers. Any of their other needs could be handled by pulling over so that one of the others could clamber into the driver's seat and keep the convoy moving. They had just entered the little town of Moose Jaw - the location of one of the three oil refineries that the war convoy had been sent to secure for the Federation, but Mopes had decided on a plan of moving further east and capturing the two refineries in Regina before securing Moose Jaw on the way back as they cleared the roads for the oil convoys that were soon to come. The highway through Moose Jaw seemed mercifully clear, or clear enough to travel through at least, and breezing through the little town would be a good way of scouting out its defenses.

Rodrick took a moment to reflect on the elegance of the Drivers' solution to the issue of camping and feel a momentary surge of unjustified pride in the other gangs' adoption of the Drivers' fully mobile life strategies. That was how they'd managed to shake the Vancouverites' patrols and rescue parties, and how the Wendigos had learned to take down the Drivers: Doing the same that thing that the Drivers had done, but more tenaciously and with support from the mad scientists of the Snow Owls.

Rodrick's musings were cut short as the pickup truck ahead of him was hit by a rocket and exploded into a screaming hulk of burning metal.

"Holy shit! Turn, damnit!" shouted Peter, his copilot, as Rodrick did just that, wrenching the wheel to the right and sending his van screeching around the corner and onto a side street. Gunfire erupted around them and the convoy scattered - the plan in case of an attack was to continue and regroup three miles East of Moose Jaw. A few of the Wendigos were dismounting their cars, either because they were hit, flipped, or spun out and had to abandon the poorly armored frame cars, it didn't matter much to Rodrick.

He wasn't about to risk his life for those assholes. Rodrick swerved from street to street, nearly pissing himself as a hail of gunfire rattled through the top of his van, "I'm gunning it to the meeting point, P."

"Yeah, those guys can suck our van. You know, those-"

Peter was interrupted as a low-riding Bearsark frame car with a patchwork of corrugated iron welded on as makeshift iron swerved in front of the van and Rodrick wasn't able to avoid T-boning the car, sending the van flipping onto its side.




Moose Jaw
Blackfinger had officially been in the Wendigos since his mother had sent him away to pay her taxes twelve years ago, when he was only seven. He'd been afraid of them at first, but had come to learn as he trained alongside other boys and girls who had been taken from their homes that they were a real family - the kind that would never sell him out. He hadn't been afraid since then, or at least, he would never admit that he was afraid, even when he lost the pinky and ring fingers on his left hand to frostbite.

Right now, pinned down by gunfire in a building with the three other Wendigos who had been sharing his now destroyed car, Blackfinger felt annoyed more than he did afraid. He'd seen some of his brothers and sisters in arms scatter into other buildings when gunfire erupted. If they could coordinate, then - ah, there was one of the shooters. Some nutjob wearing a teddy bear strapped to his chest. Blackfinger whipped out from behind cover, assault rifle raised, and put two holes through the teddy bear's head and the man's torso, sending him careening away from the window as Blackfinger threw himself behind another wall.

The gunfire continued as his car's radio crackled to life. "Whoever took down that guy, you just saved my life. I could use a few more, though, if you're, you know, up to it."

Blackfinger ducked out, shooting another one of the ambushers, working methodically with his squad to clear the street and hook up with the other group he could hear on the radio.

Several raid cars roared by, some in the wrong direction. They were moving too quickly for Blackfinger to see who was driving, but he assumed they were Bearsarks, who were little more organized than actual bears. These ones probably didn't even have radios in their cars.

Blackfinger's suspicions were all but confirmed when a Driver van zipped across the road and a frame car swerved under it, getting itself crushed and flipping the Drivers' van to land at the intersection near the building that Blackfinger and his comrades in arms were huddling in.

Most Drivers were cowards and he wouldn't feel terrible if they were to die. Blackfinger, however, wasn't a coward, and flung himself through the window, the other Wendigos from his car shouting after him, "What are you doing?"

Bullets whizzed by as he sprinted to the van, where two drivers were huddled.

"Oh man," one shouted as Blackfinger joined them, "We thought we were goners. You got somewhere we can hide? By the way name's Rodr-"

"Yeah, good to meet you or whatever, Rod. Grab your heaviest weapons from the truck." Blackfinger jerked his thumb towards the building the other Wendigos were hiding in.

The Drivers clambered into the back of their van and returned with a pair of pistols, a shotgun, and a sniper rifle.

"Guess that'll be good enough. Let's go take the Moose Jaw refinery early." Blackfinger turned and sprinted back towards the building. Rodrick and Peter glanced at each other and decided they had no choice but to follow Blackfinger.




Blackfinger managed to rally a small force of Wendigos, Drivers, and Bearsarks even several New Men. With his natural leadership abilities, he managed to lead them methodically through the city and to the Moose Jaw refinery, where the local raiders - all maniacs clad in stuffed animals and animal-mimicking decorations. Surprised by the unexpectedly organized counter-attack, the animalistic raiders were quickly pushed back past the refinery.

Blackfinger quickly cleared out the refinery and set up a perimeter, defending against the scattered animal-man attacks and hoping to keep it secure until Mopes decided to return.

Mopes, meanwhile, lead the remnants of the Saskatchewan raiding convoy east to the agreed upon meeting point. Irritated to have lost one fifth of his convoy, at least the war buses and war tankers were all intact.

Mopes and the raiding convoy continued on towards Regina, unaware that they had already captured Moose Jaw.

Wendigo Federation patrols have begun long-range scouting missions north of Vancouver, south of Vancouver, and south of the rest of the federation's lands.

Saskatchewan/Oil Road
Wendigo Gang lost 5 Raid cars, 7 members
Drivers lost 3 Trucks, 2 Vans, 8 members
Bearsark lost 7 raid cars, 18 members
New Men lost 1 raid car, 1 member

Blackfinger, a self-appointed Wendigo lieutenant, captured Moose Jaw and the Moose Jaw refinery, and is holding it with:
13 Wendigos
8 Drivers
10 Bearsark
3 New Men
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Ridgecrest, California - March 1st, 2252

Not long after the team had left to begin their mission, the Brotherhood camp was soon surrounded by what they believed was the Union of Soviet Socialist Settlements. A cheap rip-off of a dead empire across the ocean, that somehow managed to take large amounts of territory in Southern California. If they were going on the same mission as the Brotherhood, then the Brotherhood had impeccable timing to get here first. Paladin Charid was the designated spokesman for this operation, armed with his mini-gun and T-60 Power Armor that had been recently getting issued around the ranks of the Brotherhood. The woman soon spoke in a foreign accent, but was still understandable to the paladin.

As he spoke, the paladin took note of the rest of his men cowering behind small pieces of cover and forming their perimeter. Although they were noteworthy to mark down, the most interesting figures at the scene were these rather large machines that seemed a mix between Power Armor, and a failed experiment. They carried weapons that looked like it was powered on pure energy, heavily armored. According to knowledge gained on Soviet Russia from the scribes, it was identified to be a Tesla Trooper. A prideful symbol of the old Soviet military, much like the American Power Armor. Although Power Armor has never been tested against these suits, the paladin was rather confident that he would still be alright in an encounter with them, albeit it a little slow.

After scanning the scene, he would finally end on the Asian American woman and begin to speak. "Well, hello Commissar. If this is your land, then I plan to get off it as soon as possible after we've retrieved what we came for. We'll be out of your hair soon enough." Back in the tent, Thirteen would standby the radios as she would transmit to the team the state of affairs back at base. She could only hope that they could be done quickly, in order to get back.
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Postby Ulls » Sat Mar 11, 2017 2:42 pm

Worcester,
March, 2252


Within the two months past that the battle lines had been drawn. The Empire had made its allies with the expense of great sacrifices. Reinforcements from the Pact had came with a tide of quality soldiers and equipment. Imperial soldiers met with one another in years and many of them were getting trained in power armor. While they were complaints, a large number of them. They understood that these soldiers, while they're ideological opposites, they are fighting for them. This also came with new technologies that came with it. Worcester was home to the first assembly lines in the East Coast.

The assembly lines made factories crank out good at a much higher production than anything the Empire had. The return of mechanization had brought things like cars and tanks that were once prototypes were now able to be cranked out in a matter of months instead of years. The managers in Worcester started to work with pre-fab parts to combined to make the machines. This ramp up the efforts of the Imperials and the creativity of engineers.

Another technology that was being tested was the E102 lighting rifle, dubbed "Tesla Rifle", is a energy capable firing high-energy lighting bolts that are stronger than conventional laser weapons. It is meant to try and pierce Synth armor and to be anti-Courser, but some have started to wander if this new "exotic weaponry" could go through power armor but the Synth's come first.

The Army had started to reinforce their position and made it known to counteract any Institute groups. Trench lines, artillery, pillboxes, anything to stop an army. This was where they truly made their mark and hold out against the teleporting army.

Even among the technological development, there came one drastic change came to the Empire. It was the idea of a copper-backed economy by getting rid of the caps. The idea was that the assembly line was able to mass-produce caps or Nuka Cola to the point that the cap will inflate the economy. The Empire's greatest merchants and economists have came to agree upon the Imperial Note, though its backed by a precious metal, some wanted to be backed by energy or something else but this will do for now.
Vault 118,
Far Harbor


The headquarters was duly at work. Their spy network had grown throughout the Commonwealth and Boston as they brought news from their sources. The recovery of the Minutemen Synth General had came with glee as they were studying the two Generals as their bodies and memories served as road maps and to actually study Synth technology. The Empire knew about robots since they wander around the Wasteland but the Synths were on a whole other level. Still, DiMa himself was able to extract things that were crucial to the Glass Watch.

Among their memories were the first images of the Institute to be seen to outside eyes, a rough location of the Institute may be, and a general idea of teleportation. This lead to two things, a energy reader and a prototype teleportation jammer. The energy reader was to be placed in places of major populace around the Commonwealth and downtown Boston to measure large energy spikes that follow input and output teleportation, one of the areas that they had sent was a energy reader at the CIT, where it is once was home to the Empire's general education.

The Glass Watch believes that this could triangulate the main hub of their teleportation. This gives periodic reading for the scientists and Glass Watch can look and try to detect a precise location. To the Empire, this is half of the battle that they must win, if they can do the impossible and find the Boogyman, then they can be at its doorstep.

As for the teleportation jammer, the scientists have been able to draft up blueprints but since they've been manufacturing cars and tanks that they shared it with the Pact to see if they can find ways to improve their idea and be practical for their attempt to invade the Commonwealth.

Church of Atom Home,
Far Harbor


Atomism is a strange cult. A religion that has been cast out of D.C. but has made home in New England. The Empire allowed them to grow since they were cast out and have became a major religion in New England. Many famous people in the Empire are Atomists and are naturally resistant to radiation. Each make a pilgrimage to the home and pray to the glory of Atom's glow.

This glow was to be used as a weapon that the Empire were to use. This also came with immense resistance but they agreed in exchange for a proper church to be built if the Empire won the civil war. The idea to try and get their own sub but to have some assurance if anything goes bad. Many military advisers had been thinking to create their own nuke out of their fuel, which is possible, but will take a large amount of fuel to have any sort of powerful impact like a pre-war nuke. Still the idea of total war being put on hold if both sides can't win their side without MAD being involved.

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Carbine, Chicago
House Comstock


White bowed low, more trying to hide his embarrassment and disappoint on his face, over simply respect. His first though as he saw the Prince’s face, the face of shock, was rejection. He simply should have been more diplomatic with it, instead of blurting it out like a buffoon. Laying something that out on the table takes delicacy, smoothness. An art learned, no doubt, by experience of the trade of diplomacy. No matter, he would recover, once the King arrived, he could prepare himself for a proper reason and proposal from the Chief’s point of view. These were his thoughts, rushing in like a water fall, as the Bishop spoke.

As he remains bowed, he slowly starts to back away.

“Thank you, your Majesty. I understand that such matters do require much thought and consideration. And I thank you for your graciousness.”
He continues to back out of the room, not turning around. He had read in some old book about the kings of old that turning your back to the throne was a sign of disrespect. He was not sure about that, not in this case. But he would do it anyway. Even if it made him look foolish, it was better than insulting the Prince.


Carbine, Chicago
House Comstock
March 1


White was in the special apartment designated for the diplomats and other guests of the Throne. He had been granted some freedom to tour the city. Something that he had enjoyed. Visiting the landmarks, the industry, the civilization, both past and present. A mix of worlds. The awestriking wonder of the massive city left a grave impact on him. The differences between the cultures and societies were striking. Yet, no so different. The way of life, the manner in which people were raised, the livelihoods, the relative ease and structure were different. Yet, both were tough folk. The wasteland and the world has still a rough place, no matter where you were.

But the systems, the governances were very much similar. The naming system, the rules of law and the codes of conduct, they might be different. Yet the patterns of similarities were undeniable. The Houses, Great Houses and such closely resembled that of the Tribes and how they worked. The King and the Royal Guard, similar with a different name and structure. Chiefdom vs Kingdom. A striking contrast of similarities separated only by distance and culture. For White, it was an amazing experience, him being a studious scholar on history, culture and such.

The Great House of Comstock had to deliberate, waiting on the King and the personal summoning from him to continue with the talks. It was important that these go well.

An aide to the King rapped on his door. Opening it as White stood.

“The King would like the pleasure of holding a audience with you to discus matters. “He said. White smiles at him, bowing his head slightly.

“Thank you, sir. It will be an honour.” He responds. He takes in a deep breath. Here goes nothing. And everything, he thinks to himself as he is escorted out of the room by the Royal Guard.



The Badlands
Plains Nations Confederacy
March 1


“Ahhhhh!” The initiate charged forward, sliding in for a tackle against his opponent. The young man’s face was again painted a variety of colours. Anger, sweat and pain poured though the paint, masking him in a dark light. It was night, the area only lighted by the fires. On all sides initiates and trainers alike stood by and watched.

His opponent ducked and dodged, slipping away from his grasp, and using his momentum, knocking him forward. He manages to right himself before sprawling out. Whipping around to face his opponent. His opponent’s face is similarly marked up with paint and sweat and anger. The cheers and chatter from the initiates propelling them forward. His opponent moves first, striking in low with their body, moving for his legs. The young Initiate had the height and weight advantage, but the other was quick and used the Initiate's weight and height against him, as they had been trained. Use the opponent’s strengths against them, where you strong appear weak, and weak appear strong. Fight fair is dying fair, winning is living. Die only to yourself, make the other die first. Attack with speed, attack with courage, do not fear death, fear only living with the shame of quitting. There is no shame in defeat, only shame in quitting. If bigger and stronger, strike with power, if smaller, strike quickly and evade.

The mantras and training that had been going on for the past 3 weeks were drilled into him as he repeated them over and over in his head. They had almost all passed armed and team combatant training. A few failed out, able to try again, from the beginning with the next rotation. Now, it was on to unarmed and solo combatant training. Over the past few weeks they were taught from the trainers moves and tactics for fighting, stealth and survival that they would need as Warriors. The only tasks left were armed horsemanship training and the final test. Almost there.

His opponent was quick and surprisingly strong. He knew that he was not the best at unarmed fighting, he had learned that young in many a fistfights with other kids and teens growing up. Now, he was worried that he might not pass because of it.

He throws his fist around wildly and blindly.

“Check it! We are here to practice, not do damage to our fellows. Keep it regulated.” A trainers cries out at him. The Initiate nods. His opponent ducks in around him, knocking him to his knees. He reaches out, grabbing their legs and hurling them down with him. Now, he had the chance to use his strength and size. A quick hank and his opponent was on their back, vulnerable. He leaps over. Too slow. His opponent slipping his grasp ever so slightly. He grunts in frustration. His opponent jumps up, panting. He lungs again. Mistake. From the ground he moves far too slowly, and his opponent dodges, again grabbing his arm. Yanking it around. He grimaces in pain. But powers though it. Using his superior strength, he swings his opponent around. Whipping them to ground. A simple chokehold than a shove.

“Check both. Fight over. Well done both of you, Initiate,” The trainer says looking at the young Initiate. “Good work, you slipped up though, one too many times. Fortunately your opponent didn’t use their speed to counter the opportunity. As for you, good work. Good fight, no shame in the loss, it was a mismatch. But that is life and war. Nothing is fair. This is the Plains.” With that the trainer steps back calling for the next two initiates to step into the ring. Both of the tired fighters exit the ring. His opponent whips his hair out, getting the dirt and sand out. It is the same Female Initiate that he was paired with in the armed combatant training courses.

“Good fight, okȟólayA.” He says to his her. She smiles at him, tying her hair back up.

“Same with you, I coulda had you. But your strong, too strong, this time.” She says.

“Maybe with training and be better next time.”

“We shall see.”




Oglala
Plains Nations Confederacy


The assembled leaders from the Council of Elders, Tribal Leaders from all the tribes, and the Commanders of the Warrior Society were gathered together. Chief Whitehawk sat at the far end of the room, in full Chief regalia. It was a special occasion. He had to dress for the part. His Royal Guard stood on each side of him. He stands.

háu, my fellow leaders. From the warrior society, to the Elders and the chiefs of the tribes. My welcome all to you. First and foremost my congratulations and welcome to Annabelle Winters. She lead the operation to the Air Force Base. A successful mission, granting us a strong future to protect our future. The weapons that we recovered and the technical documents are being poured over now by the scholars and engineers from all across the Plains. We hope that they provide us with information on how to rebuilt this great Plains again. Secondly, the Town Guard system deployed in that operation, was a great success. Now, the people have the ability to work and form the coalition necessary to conduct successful defences against all comers. Work is slow, but the Rapid City model will be applied everywhere. Training for people will commence. The need for such precautions are entirely necessary, yet hopefully simply a precaution against raiders, bandits, and whatever wildlife might threaten our homeland. However, that is not the point of this assembly. This is to talk about the future. The future does look bright, but we must think bigger. We are currently seeking a alliance and friendship with our Eastern allies. The Commonwealth. We hope such talks go well indeed. But that cannot be all we are planning. I call for the senior leaders and planners to begin planning immediately. A new operation will be undertaken. One to expand our great Nations all across the Plains. Our tribal brothers to the Dakota, across the Plains of South Dakota. It is in our best interests to lead an expedition to them as soon as possible. Expanding our growth and security to the North along the Great River and into North Dakota. This will secure our border and ensure our security and expand our territory. uŋ-íŋyaŋkA kiŋ obláye (We run the plains)!”
"How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look like wrong, and wrong like right." ~~ Black Hawk, Sauk

"When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." ~~ Tecumseh

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St. Francis Medical Center, Colorado Springs - March 30th, 2065

After the traumatic event that spurred Scribe Pierce back into the pre-war days, being stuck in St. Francis Medical Center. Pierce has been struggling to define to himself what happened. After spending five days in the hospital, with the doctors running their tests and asking questions which he was unable to answer at times, he struggled to accept this was real. Was he insane? Was he crazy? Did a piece of shrapnel dislodge from the machine into his brain to cause damage so severe that he was only dreaming? These questions weighed on the mind of Pierce, but he managed to keep calm in face of the doctors. Over the days, he read the local newspaper. Not that he really cared about what was in it, rather for him to find so-called "memory errors," in the text that would give him clues to indicate he was in a coma to no avail. On March 29th, the doctors ran out of tests to run on the man and as there was no physical injuries and his mental state seemed to be intact, resorted to begin the discharge process.

Walking out of the hospital, he was stopped by a woman who began demanding to know why he broke into her lab at the university. She threatened to have him thrown in jail by calling the police and reporting the break in, yet couldn't find anything that would indicate forced entry that meant he was either let in by someone, or has appropriate access to get in making the call useless to make. After talking to him for about an hour, she knew something was off. He couldn't give her a reason as to why he was in her lab, and he seemed to be going on about how this couldn't be real and that how he needed to get out of this coma and get back to his "Brothers." The woman, who called herself Hannah would escort the uneasy man to her home and serve him a coffee to attempt to call his nerves and speak to him at a later time after he got some sleep.

As he awoke, feeling a little better after not being trapped in a hospital, he began to walk around the house. He was dressed in his Brotherhood Robes that he came with, but not much else. As he walked through the home, the scene was both intriguing as it was frightening. Working washing machines, a robotic Mister Handy who offered him coffee, Ice-Cold Nuka Cola, among other things the wasteland lacked. And what troubled him the most, was that he still could not find any errors that could result from his memory attempting to trick him. Coming to the conclusion that he had truly traveled back in time. As he sat at the table with his coffee served by Mister Handy, he was approached by Hannah in a bathrobe who also asked for a coffee and sat down across from him.

"How are we feeling today?" Pierce would look over to her, as he would sigh. "Confused and lost, ma'am. This, just doesn't make any sense." Mister Handy would come to the table, placing down the coffee for Hannah who would take a sip. "You're telling me. You have no other clothes, no documentation of who you are, and an almost ignorant lack of knowledge of how the world currently works. It's like your from another time period." Pierce would chuckle at that statement, nodding. "Yes...another time period." As Pierce would take a few more sips of his coffee, he would suddenly stop, lowering his cup as he looked out the window. "What's wrong?" Hannah asked, observing his expression. Pierce had gotten an idea. If he truly was in the time which everyone claimed, he was in a unique position to influence history. And in turn, the Wasteland of the future. With the Great War twelve years away, and the war with China only a year off he would need to work quickly. He looked to Hannah with his calm demeanor, as he cleared his voice. "Tell me, how can I obtain a rather large sum of money?"

Hannah would place her coffee down, looking at him with a rather confused expression. "How do you mean a large sum of money? What do you plan to do?" Pierce would smirk, "I'm going to make some of the most important investments of my life, and I need some appropriate funding. There must be a way to obtain the money." Hannah still confused would shrug, "I guess you would need to apply for a loan at the bank. However, you would need collateral. And from what I know, you don't own a house, car, or any properties. Something you need in order to obtain one." Hannah would return to drinking her coffee as Pierce would think to himself. "Then, I need to get some collateral. I need to contact an individual known as Robert House. Any idea how to get into contact with him?"

"Not at all. However, I guess you could write a letter to the Robco Headquarters." Hannah said, with Pierce merely shaking his head."I need to find the Headquarters, and go there myself. He needs to hear this straight from my own mouth." Pierce would stand up from the table, quickly making himself out of the house and onto the sidewalk as Hannah would yell out from the house. "Where are you going?!" Still walking, Pierce would look back and yell, "I'm going to find the Headquarters of Robco!"



Robco Headquarters, Ely - April 8th, 2065

After Pierce would leave Hannah's house, he would begin the search for Robco Headquarters. What he assumed would be at least a months search to find some clue of the facility, all happened in a period of two hours. The pre-worlds distribution of information, was unlike anything he could have ever imagined, no matter how much he read and heard in the old holo-tapes in Fort Maxson. He would begin to hitchhike to Ely, Nevada. Sleeping under highways, begging for currency, and not having anything to keep his personal hygiene to acceptable levels. Despite all his hardships, he made it to Ely, Nevada and located the Robco Headquarters. Making his way inside, he stopped at the receptionists desk who held her nose to not have to endure the smell coming from Pierce of must and rot.

"Ma'am, I've come a long way. I need to see Robert House. It's an emergency." Pierce would place his hands on the counter, as the secretary would scoot her chair back a few paces."Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Mr. House is not going to see you." Undeterred by her comments, Pierce would make his way to the elevators and proceed upstairs. As the secretary would put in a call for security, Pierce would rush through the halls of the top floor to a room at the end of the hall, finding it locked as he would bang on the door as loud as he could. "Robert House, I need to talk to you! It's extremely important!" The door would begin to come unlatched, and open up as Robert House would look at the man and cover his nose.

"Sir, what is the meaning of this? SECURITY!" Security would catch up with Pierce, beginning to escort him out by force as Pierce would continue to yell at Mr. House. "I know this companies secrets! I can help you! I know about the Pip Boy! I know about the Eyebots, I will tell Poseidon Energy if you don't listen to me! I can help you!" Pierce would be fully kicked out the building not long after his episode, and by arrested by the Ely Police Department for trespassing. After two days in jail, he would be let out to Mr. House standing outside the police station with his security. "I think, me and you need to talk." Mr. House said to Pierce, who would allow him into his car as they would drive away.



Helena, Montana - March 5th, 2252

"Kruger, are you sure about this. If this doesn't go right. We could be in a lot of trouble." Gregor said, standing by a power box as Kruger overlooked an empty unlit room overlooking a rather large open area from the safety of his viewing post. "I'm sure Gregor. This facility will provide everything we need in order to control this Wasteland. Especially after the disaster of that Spider Queen. I wonder what happened to her anyway." In 2241, Kruger and Gregor worked from an Environmental Protection Agency in Alabama to manufacture an army of genetically modified spiders using the Forced Evolutionary Virus. After their project escaped, Gregor and Kruger fled to Texas in an attempt to warn the Texas government, who refused to listen, only to later send troops when the Spiders began to mobilize. After spending two years in Texas attempting to integrate, the two would hear of a mysterious "Vault 79." Hungry for adventure, the two began to follow the clues presented by the mysterious messengers. Going to Washington D.C. to the Library of Congress, onto other special points in the Wasteland only to lead them into a Dead End in Montana.

Feeling distraught and angry that nothing was going right for them, and their attempts to better the Wasteland have ended in failure and people ignoring them. Kruger got angry. He began to despise how the Wasteland had evolved, and wished to mold a future better suited to his liking. A future where all humans would have a purpose, controlled by an overlord who would keep the people safe. Not a false sense of security like some nations, but truly safe. Although they never found Vault 79, they did find something of value. An old facility, a few miles south of Helena. A facility that was mostly intact, and upon inspection was to serve as a new Robco Production Facility. A facility where new robot designs could be submitted, assembled, and repaired. It appears that the facility was never operational though on account of the Great War, but the equipment was still there, ready to clank out death machines.

Kruger and Gregor spent years repairing systems, diverting power, and gathering materials to create a new robotic army, that only a twisted man would be able to fathom. And today was the day, Kruger was ready to activate it. "Pull the switch Gregor." Gregor would nod, pulling down the switch as the facility would begin to come online. The conveyer belts would begin to move, with parts scavenged from the Wasteland moving along the belts who would begin to be assembled into robots. After about twenty minutes, the first robot made from useless Wasteland junk would appear. "Awaiting, orders, Master." As Kruger would look the robot over he would nod. "This, is gunna be fun."

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Postby Tysklandia » Sun Mar 12, 2017 7:04 pm

March, 2252

The Pact

The war was over swift, weeks before the Pact had estimated the earliest possible collapse of the Republican Army. This ensured that the pact could reshuffle its troops around its borders, re-man their defenses and stand down the national guard. The Estimated cost of breaching the formidable, yet ineffective republican defenses was as expected and war time losses numbered in the low hundreds. The Swift victory, the addition of more land, especially the contested region of Deleware, ensured an aura of pride and nationalism soared across the nation. This was the hour of victory, the proof of the sheer might of the pact and its armies. The proof of the its ideals, its way of life and its government. Soldiers where paraded through the streets of Georgetown as heroes, as the prime example of the nation and all it stood for.

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Propaganda continued, etching the nation closer to its ideals, the return of order, a society devoid of "degeneracy" of a pure, unified people and race. In the stretches of the pact, "outsiders" where pushed out, as the propaganda continued to unify its population, yet only the "proper" amongst them, describing the rebirth of the 'white' western nation.

The people where roused to believe in the original twelve colonies as a unified state. Talk of returning to the "homeland" of europe was mentioned in newspapers, the docks of Norfolk described as the 'next great thing' in the pacts 'long list' of achievements. With the war won and the unity of its people at an all time high, the pact would continue on its path and woe anyone who dared to stop them.




Quantico Vehicle Yards
Special Project designated - "Eagle Rising"

With the war at an end, the pact was left with one, very interesting artifact. A downed NYC helicopter, crashed on their side of the border, during the initial assault on the trenches.
Its remains where returned to Quantico for reverse engineering, where engineers from Adams Air Force base, from the team who maintained the Pacts vertibirds helped to design a model to run with the engines the Pact had at its disposal. With Artillery developed shifted to Carolina and the motorpool construction shifted for the majority to other factories in Virginia, the Quantico yards where now fully engaged in the design of their own, functional rotor-aircraft.

Of the pre war functional armoured personel carriers one was used a design model. Together with the stockpiled of defunct vehicles from the pre war military vehicles in the pact, including tanks, trucks, jeeps and cars. These where used to design a simple and functional armoured personel carrier and armored car prototype to supplement the development of the panzerwagon II.

South Carolina

With the reshuffling of troops all across the border and the increased border, an increase of troop concentration to the northern republican border was neccesary. This added with large deployments to Worchester, the Pacts excess troop capacity was limited. Even with this in mind, the 6th regiment was deployed the take the 2nd's place in their pacification of south carolina. The largest cities in the region, habitated or not, where occupied with the signing of the pact, aswel as the large aircraft construction and research labs, pre-war in origin. The supply outposts, abandoned by the 2nd regiment, where re-manned and put to work, allowing the influx of diplomats, bureaucrats and construction workers to construct the neccesary colonies near the sites that where of interest for the pact in both an economic and military sense.

NYC Border

With the war with New York over and the border growing larger, a vast portion of the army was now 'stuck' ensuring a proper reactionary force was present, this composed of the 3rd, 5th, 4th regiment, with the 1st in reserve in DC. Fortifications near Eerie, stretching for miles, composed out of MG nests, trenches, pillboxes, radiostations and other defensive positions stretches for a few miles, ensuring that even when a breach occured, proper time was present to mobilise a reactionary force. Similair defenses where drown for miles around the border north of deleware, from coast to beyond lancaster. The rest of the border was patrolled and home to early warning outposts, radionests and the occational MG pillbox hidden away. These defenses would ensure the Army could mobilise in the event of a republican attack.

Newly occupied Deleware and pennsylvania

In the newly occupied territories of deleware and pennsylvania, the pact had to deal with a population indoctrinated for a decade with hostile ideals and hilariously villanous notions of their army and people. Even though the army, strictly disciplined and drilled to avoid incidents, including mistreatment of civilians, problems persisted, especially in Deleware. With the lebensraum principle engrained in the pacts belief system, the republicans where deemed an annoyance. Their silly beliefs and hostile acts in Deleware ensured that the military, only weeks after the occupation began, a resettlement program was begun.

Their close proximity to the border and the fear of a war in the future and the fifth column it would create, created the need for that policy. It that sense, they where resettled by the state to north and south carolina, to join already existing colonies and settlements of virginian workers and soldier families. Their costs where taken care of by the state and their intigration subsidised. The same choice was given to the population of deleware and many took the offer. half a dozen thousand people refused and where forcably removed and shipped to republican territory as refugees.

The pennsylvanian and delewarian territories where then partially resettled by nearby virginian and pennsylvanian settlers, although the regions remained sparely inhabitated.

Norfolk

The refurbishement of Norfolk was underway, with aid of UPVT engineers and researchers. a pair of drydocks where put into working order, a dozen more to underway. The keel of the CNS "Georgetown" was laid down as soon as possible. The designs drawn up by the Pact engineers, using Norfolk naval schematics, ruined husks in dock as review designs and UPVT engineers to refine their plans, the cruiser sized vessel was properly under construction. A second vessel, a proper transport and supply vessel was put under construction aswel.


The Pact
North carolina and pennsylvania


With the pacification of larger regions of pennsylvania and the continued relative intigration of carolina, vast stretches of farmland became availible. The excess food could be traded, but surpluss and waste was still apparant. Excess production was then divirted into different crops, which had use for biofuel production and crops to diversy the foor availibility.
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Postby Zepplien » Mon Mar 13, 2017 2:03 am

V.T.S. Eminent Domain, Boston
The Vault Tec ship moved forward through the waters off Boston, the mighty warship bristling with weapons along its truly massive hull. It was what was called in when a symbol of Vault Tec power was needed, when the world needed to know their place under the Vault Dwellers it was called in. Aboard this ship was the UPVT ambassador Christopher Wilkins was aboard one of the small boats that would take him to the shore, after clearance had been gained by the radio operators. Arrangements had been made with the leaders of the area, similar to those who had been made with the Empire of Boston in Exile. They brought contracts that would be agreed to, he was quite sure of it. The wastelanders may not be as brilliant, nor as charismatic as a Vault dweller, but they were predictable and greedy to a man, even freedom loving democracies willing to sell their own children for nothing but a few bottle tops. A Vault 11, and Vault 9 security agent each escorted him to the Boston shore, one carrying a pulse rifle, the other with plasma in her arms. In addition each member carried recon radios, the ship offshore ready to turn to the entire city to dust at the slightest provocation. Such measures were hopefully unneeded, but there.

Unlike many wastelanders, the robots cleaning the streets reminded the ambassador of home more than anything, even as his well armed guards and their blazing jumpsuits set them apart from the locals. This did at least make it simple for the synths sent for them to find them, a firm bow offered to machines that spoke for the mysterious Institute that now ruled Boston and the Commonwealth. "Good day, it is a pleasure to meet with the honored representatives of the Institute, for we have long dreamed of the day when we could speak with your people. It is very regrettable the things we have heard of your civil war, however our ZAXs predict that you shall be victorious over all remaining strongholds of the Boston Empire within the next year. However, we would like to implore you to share with us the Vaults under the commonwealth that have been indicated by our data from Vault Tec HQ, we can disarm these Vaults as a sign of good will to you, and provide only small self defense pistols instead of properly munitions that could damage your operation. All relevant data to Vault populations can also be handed over, and full monetary reimbursement would be offered for the Vaults. However such conditions would require that they be turned over to the United Protectorate of Vault Tec." he bowed once more "We are wonderful friends to have, no item is beyond our ability obtain, nor beyond our reach to obtain for you. Simply ask our friends in New York, who just recently accepted payment for Vault 89." he motioend for his two guards, and they brought forward a large crate in front of the mechanical men. The lid was cracked opened, and the crate was seen to be full of nothing but bottlecaps. "We have deep pockets, and we can share with our friends."
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Postby Tysklandia » Mon Mar 13, 2017 1:38 pm

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Erie
Northern Pennsylvania
Newly Annexed territory of the Washington Pact

March, 2252


Agent Hopkins killed the engine on his Schooner, and let it slowly sail into the port of Erie. Hopkins was in the boat with 4 other Agents of the Special Operations Group, the intelligence agency of the Republic of New York. They carried with them a cargo of Food and Water from The Great Lakes, and were now saling into the port of Erie.

As the ships sides touched the stone dock, the "crew" threw ropes onto the dock, which were tied down by the dock hands. Agent Hopkins, with papers calling him Captain Johnson, stepped onto the dock to be greeted by a Washington Official.

Captain Johnson: My papers sir. Standard load, food and water and ammo from the Great Lakes Commonwealth. I haven't seen you here before, new guy? Well, anyway, i got the standard New York import tax ready here.



The Pact
Northern Pennsylvania
Newly Annexed territory of the Washington Pact


The Erie had been a hotbed of activity for the past few months. Only weeks prior, mass deportations to north and south carolina had occured, depleted the population of nearly all of the annexed territories in the region. Erie was partially an exeption, due to the nature of the 3rd regiment now deployed in its region. The Erie would act as its new home. This meant that most families, children and shops, suppliers and other settlers flocked to Eerie as it was now a hotbed of construction and an empty, new frontier for the 3rd regiment, its civilian attachés and supply crew.

Even with the few hundreds settling in and around Eerie, the city seemed to be home to more ghosts than people. When the ship came into port, they saw almost nobody at the docks, a few watchtowers at the coast had ensured their arrival had been notices and MG nests kept an eye on their approach, a speedboat zoomed along them, a few armed men taking a good long look at their schooner as it drifted into port.

As they docked and stepped onto the empty pier, they would be met by a few soldiers and the stressful knowledge of more watching their movement. The soldiers would let them speak before answering rather bluntly.

"This city is under the authority of the Pact and its members, due to partisan activity, its population has been resettled. Untill such a time this region is secure, their won't be much to trade I am afraid. Our quartermaster can come take a look, but he wouldn't have much to offer in return. We have surpluss food and water and your ammo doesn't fit our guns.

The soldier who did the speaking was not of a proper high rank, seen from his demeanour and the amoung of stripes on his collar. He seemed tired, bored, but rather certain of himself. His uniform was an overcoat colored grey, combat armor and a load bearing vest covered it, giving him a rather bulky and imposing look. A gasmask rested on his chest, attached to his neck by a straps and belts. The Arlignton-3 rifle he held in acros his chest was loaded and ready, but the soldier didn't seem eager to use it. Especially because the people in front of him seemed unarmed.

TL;DR
Occupied territories have been depopulated, Eery is home to a detachmend of the 3rd regiment and a few families, but stands for the most part deserted.
Soldiers don't have much to trade
The Pact uses a different ammo standard than the rest of the wasteland.

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Postby Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Mon Mar 13, 2017 2:57 pm

Union of Soviet Socialist Settlements

The Glow, USSS
March 1st, 2252


"Now hold on there, buckaroo," The term was apparently what Americans called each other, it felt foreign on Commissar Itokawavichna's lips, "You have not identified yourselves, your mission, or indeed why you are violating our territory!" She motioned dramatically to the north, "Novaya Moskva is just a few miles that way, you really had better have a good reason for coming this close to the birthplace of the Revolution in Amerika, capitalists!" The feel of static filled the air as the Tesla Troopers charged their weapons, electricity arcing across the Tesla guns. "It is unwise to go against the will of the workers, friend!" Iowawavichna warned, "You are to identify who you are, why you are here, and then you will be submitted for questioning to the NKVD! If you are found innocent of wrongdoing, you shall be released back to your people... wherever they are!" She smiled, "I urge you to consider your choice, comrades! To go against go against the Revolution is to go against the people themselves!"
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- THE INSTITUTE -



It had been a number of months since the Institute had taken control of the Commonwealth, and already, the results of their leadership had begun to take affect. At first, the constant presence of Institute synths had been terrifying for the average citizen, but as time passed, people grew accustomed to it. The Institute's various social and infastructure projects showed remarkable results, with most of Boston now provided with free electricity and running water, while synths work constantly to repair old buildings to make them habitable again. Children attended schools now more than ever, and with the release of the Institute Charter, the rule of law and order was made official, as well as the official implementation of a tax code, and other regulations.

Militarily, the Institute was stronger than it had ever been. Having organized militas with the help of the Minutemen, and recieveing a sizable army from the Concord, the Institute and it's allies in the Commonwealth were a juggernaut. The legendary Courser, known as "Sovereign", became even more legendary as his accomplishments on the field became known throughout the Commonwealth. The fight against the Imperial Remnants was a popular topic, but for many within the more sizable towns, it seemed almost... distant. There was, of course, much that still had to be done, but with the Institute's authority now unquestionable, it was only a matter of time.



Boston Harbor | The Commonwealth
R8-52 - "Sarah Black"


The Institute had been alerted that a ship hailing from a Vault, or something, had been approaching Commonwealth shores long before it actually did, and had prepared a force to greet them upon arrival. Roughly 35 synths of various classes had gathered around the Boston Harbor, with a woman in the center - arms crossed in front of her. She listened to the people as they spoke, mentioning the Civil war, and their own nation: the United Protectorates of Vault-Tec.

"If you wish to negotiate, here is not the place. Report to our office in Diamond City, and we will discuss terms of an agreement in person there." She paused. "Have a nice day." In a flash of light, she vanished, along with a group of synths. A few remained behind, and would serve as escort to Diamond City.

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Ridgecrest, California - March 1st, 2252

Paladin Charid heard the electrified warriors begin to charge, as some of his own men begin to take aim. As Charid listened to the Commissar, he couldn't help by laugh. The display was silly, and in his mind very uncalled for. However, he decided to engage with them further. "Commissar, I am ashamed of you. How little you know of your own motherlands history, and yet act with such hostility towards us." Charid would be joined by two knights, who would aim down the Tesla Troopers as he continued to speak. "You're not the Chinese we fought in Anchorage in the backwind times. And, if you're acting in this manner I doubt you know much about the old days. Tell me...what do you know about the Soviet Union? Otherwise known as the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics? If I am so much of a capitalist that you say, then you should of course beat me in this discussion. There is no need for bloodshed, comrade of humanity."

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Postby The Traansval » Tue Mar 14, 2017 12:40 am

Outter Limits of Atlanta
Former US State of Georgia

March 1st, 2252


Captain Harrison dug his heels slightly into the flanks of the Albany Breed Horses beneath him, the beast giving a mighty snort as if to say "Fuck you" and then gave into its riders order and picked up its pace. Harrison gave a small smile, he loved his horse, Tug. Tug was, dare he say, almost Intelligent, and Harrison could swear that the snorts and the look in his horses eyes seemed to almost convey words or meanings, and his horse was as Salty as a seaman. Of course, it doesn't help the poor horses mood when he was weighted down with Pack Gear, like he was currently.

Long ago, during New Yorks expansion outwards, the Republic had sent two expeditions out across America. They had gone and mapped out the Continent, and more importantly the Nations currently on it. They saw such wonders as the Taxmaspada, which has now fallen years ago, its territory now apart of the feudal Great Lakes Commonwealth, and the Texan Republic and its neighbor New Start, which have since unified. However, one thing they did also note but did not explore in detail, was Atlanta. They had scouted the city, sure, but due to time constraints and angry locals, they failed to visit a building which they marked in their notes as being of incredible value. The CDC Building, which they believed housed treasures of Medicine which could sustain New York for decades.

Its been a decade since the Expedition, but New York has not forgotten. With the recent defeat at the hands of the Washington Pact, New York looked to improve itself. Infrastructure, improving its Industry to equip a army and equip a workforce in the fields to feed the Troops and population, and also improving its people access to Medicine, to ensure their longer life. The Academy already set up many Free Clinics to treat the people of the wastes, but their charitable efforts could only go so far. New Jersey offered advanced Medicine and medical supplies which were put out and were already improving the lives of New Yorkers, but the caches at the CDC would mean so much to New York.

So Captain Harrison, who earned his commission fighting the Pact at the Battle of New Castle, was given the commission of leading a Expedition into the deep South to Atlanta. Harrison hand picked 30 NYRA Troopers and 8 Metropolitan Rangers, and at New York City they were loaded with Food, Water, and general Supplies along with Horses and were shipped off south to Savannah and took the interstate into the interior before arriving at Atlanta.

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A couple of Jeeps with NY-MG's on them rumbled along with the Convoy, each jeep carrying a Driver, a Gunner, and two Riflemen. The jeeps were two of the recent conversions, so the pipes sticking out the front of the jeeps were spewing forth smoke and leaving a nice neat trail behind the fast moving green car. The majority of the men, however, rode on horseback, a column of 4 horses abreast moving down the torn up road, the sound of the iron horseshoes hitting concrete echoing through the still air. The Metro Rangers also rode on horseback, but they rode in a looser formation on the road.

As they rode onwards, they noticed a Stadium. They had Stadiums back in New York, a lot were converted into small towns, but a few were actually used to Sports, mainly the national past time of Baseball. But this was more than a place of sports, or as New Yorkers called it a Place of God. The walls were fortified, and a flag was hoisted high, a red one with a white cross on it, the universal symbol for Medical Aid. Interesting, Captain Harrison thought, some sort of Free Clinic?

Harrison motioned to his other officers, Lieutenant Lloyd, Lieutenant Jordan, and Ensign Williams, and pointed at the clinic. They nodded, and began ordering the men to change course to the Stadium. The men, suddenly startled out of the monotony which was the theme of this journey, moved in a haphazard turn, bumping into each other before they finally woke up and got in a straight column towards the Stadium.

After a dozen or so minutes of trotting, the expedition force strode up to the scrap metal walls and gates and palisades of the Stadium. Captain Harrison thought he saw movement up at the top, but whoever owned this building sure was keeping themselves hidden.

Captain Harrison: This is Captain Harrison; Echo Company, 20th Battalion, 4th Regiment, First New York Army Group, of the New York Republican Army, Guards of the Federal Republic of New York. Identify and make yourselfs seen.
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Postby Intermountain States » Tue Mar 14, 2017 3:29 am

"Hello I'm Frank Phillips, I'll be filling in for Christine Sanders after an unfortunate accident involving a hot pan and her chest has left her on a paid leave of absent. We at Lone Star Radio do hope for her speedy recovery. Let's get on with the news."

"A rising energy company by the name of Vulcan Energy announced research on the use of steam as an energy source for the nation's trucks. According to the company founder, Malcolm Emerson, steam is one of the most abundant fuel that we could be using for our electronics ever since the Great War practically made other forms of energy rare and expensive. There are rumors of Vulcan Energy working with the Department of Defense to power up incoming trucks in the foreseeable future. All I have to say is good luck to the company and our future."

"In other news, Texan forces have cleared out Super Mutant and Cultist activities all around eastern New Mexico after losses in Las Cruces and Santa Fe. Texan troops are currently sieging Albuquerque as we speak. In the words of General George Bead, at the rate we're going, we'll be marching down in Phoenix in less than half a year."

"As a special treat to our listeners in home and in the front, here is a military song we uncovered from the pre-war era. Here's Blood on the Riser as a humorous song for our boys and girls in uniform to sing before going to battle. Remember kids, better to jump out of a perfectly good Vertibird than a burning one."

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Under orders of President Harold Yee, Ronald Curtis took a step out of his office and made his way to General Dixon's office. Once he reached the general's office, he gave a note to the secretary. "Please give this note to the General as soon as possible," he said to the secretary. "It's needed for New Mexico and Arizona."

From President Harold Yee of the Texas Commonwealth
To General Dixon of Fort Sill

Let it hereby declare that the President of the Texas Commonwealth grant permission to General Dixon or any Concord general of any authority in Fort Sill or in Vegas to assist Commonwealth forces against the Super Mutants and Human Cultists in Albuquerque and surrounding areas filled with combatants. Concord strike into Phoenix, Tucson, and Alpine should only occur when Texan forces are nearby. Civilian casualties should be kept at minimum as best as possible.
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Postby Zepplien » Tue Mar 14, 2017 11:39 am

Diamond City, Boston
The automatons were certainly not charming, not personable, even compared to the robots back home. The two guards hefted the crate between the uncomfortably, and Wilkens looked around for a car to take them to Diamond City. When he realized they had been abandoned by the machines he gritted his teeth slightly, he was sure that if he were a PACT Ambassador that a two week war would be waged to put the insolent bots into their place. He sighed as he motioned for his guards to follow him through the filthy city, it was dirty, smelly, outright disgusting in some areas. Oh sure, compared to New York, Georgetown, or New Reno it was acceptable, but compared to the cities of Neo Jose, Neo Fransisco and Santo Rosa, it was a filthy hellhole. The streets did not fill with cars as back home, nor did they fill with people on their pip boys playing the latest games, or trying to log into PosidoNet from the cafes to check their messages. He sneered as a robot stepped in front of him, carrying a box of tools, the insolent machine daring to upset the natural order of things. His upset nature only grew as he was forced to enter Diamond City itself. The city stank, the wet stink of mold on the air as he stepped into the city under the watchful eyes of the many guards and robots. They went straight to the office representing the Institute, and explained once more their purpose, what they were offering, and what they asked in return.

Neo Fransisco, United Protectorate of Vault Tec
March 6th, 2252

The UPVT crowds roared in approval, people having come from all over the 'world' to witness the event of the century, something that stood tall as a symbol to the world of the might of the UPVT. Ambassadors from New York, the PACT, USA, USSS, and Texas, all the major political and military figures of the UPVT, and the entire Overseer council, alongside the various engineers and foremen who worked on the project. The guests of honor mingled in a large box that had been set up, above the streets crowded with people who flocked to see their armed forces march across the bay bridge in a grand parade. Cameras turned to gaze upon the streets as broadcasting towers from Santo Rosa to Vault 89 transmitted it across the wasteland in real time, reporters awaiting their cues to speak on the grand opening. Radios from Anchorage to Boston rang with the words "Welcome to our international celebration of the opening of the United Protectorate's Neo Fransisco Bay Bridge, the greatest construction project in two hundred years. Spanning four and a half miles, the bay bridge is currently the largest known bridge in the world, and the only one of manufacture after the Great War. Let thus begin a new age, one of rebuilding the world that came before, rather than destroying the world that came after."

The Overseers spoke with each other, their relatives who ran lower affairs, and the ambassadors of the world, but it was not them who were most enjoying the day of grandeur. Street venders provided snacks, sodas, and candy to the crowds, making a killing off the bridge's opening and the crowds that gathered for it. Even as Vault Loyalty Inspectors made their way through the crowds to insure the safety of every person, they frequently were sipping at an overpriced bottle of cold Nuka Cola. Like the VLI, the United States Secret Service Detail lead by a man named Frank Horrigan kept President Diana Richardson safe as she milled around with the other leaders of the UPVT. In the middle of all the chaos and crowds, the security and the sales, there was still nothing but joy for the citizens of Vault Tec. The symbol to the wasteland they were not just another nation scrounging off the ruins of the old world, but instead worked to actively build a new world.

Loudspeakers began to blare patriotic music, the screech of a train whistle was hard as the Overseer's Mercy, one of the UPVT's armoured trains moved forward past the crowds on the rails that had been so carefully set across the bridge. Citizens cried in triumph as their people waved from aboard the train cars, the low hum of the actual nuclear reactor driving the train forward with all haste. The tracks of the Bay Bridge supported the weight of the massive bulk without groan or collapse, despite some concerned glances between the Overseers of 21, and 27. Citizens cried out in triumph as the massive bulk of the train proved their predictions correct about the bridge holding weight. The sound of tires, march of boots began shortly after the proof of the train, the glistening medals on the chest of hundreds of soldiers seen as they marched past, dull camo of their mechanized and armoured units. The lurching step of Monterrey's Tesla Trooper, the groans of 53's power armoured joints, the smooth sliding of the screw tanks with their rubber screw protectors on, all of it mixed together to create cheers from the proud citizens lined side by side of their paved roads.

The speeches carried on late into the night, fireworks going off as to settle the end of the ceremony of the opening. The lights of the bridge activated, light bulbs illuminating the bridge to all, next to the bright cities of Neo Fransisco and Oak Land. TV cameras were brought back to their studios by private van, citizens began rolling across the bridge in their private cars (With the toll of one Cap per car), citizens of Neo Fransisco turned to bars and clubs for their late night entertainment. Sabrina was among the Neo Franciscans who were allowed to stay out late by both the state and her mother, the girl running along with her friend Natasha to the Muni lines. Naturally the small trams were packed with people, the seats going to Vault Dwellers first, and the civilized uplanders like them after. The claustrophobic nature of the tramline lasting only a dozen minutes before they were able to find a seat each.

The second fireworks show was going off as Natasha and Sabrina climbed atop Mount Davidson to look over the Bay Bridge, the light fog of the night mixing with the bridge lights, and fireworks making the fog glow beautifully. Natasha took a photo with her camera, smiling a bit as she looked at Sabrina who blushed gently as a photo was taken care of her as well. "You really like that camera don't you Tasha?" she sat down next to Sabrina in the grass, putting her arm around the girl and turning the camera around to take a picture of the both of them. "You have your pip games, and I have my camera. We both nerd out a little bit." she lowered the camera, leaning toward Sabrina as she watched her. "Its romantic isn't it?" "Romantic?" Sabrina echoed as she looked into the striking blue eyes of her friend. She felt her heart pounding as the girl leaned closer "Isn't that why you wanted to come up here tonight?" Sabrina was practically hyperventilating. When she woke up that morning she thought her PosideoNet post by post forum role playing would be the best thing about her day. She felt the girl's breath so close, and gave a nod. The two teenagers kissed, the bridge, the fireworks, and the whole UPVT forgotten to them in that one moment of timeless teenage passion.
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Postby Ulls » Tue Mar 14, 2017 3:05 pm

Creator's Army,
Sonora, Mexico
March, 2252


Over the past two months, the Creator had been moving his Army out of Arizona and what he had in Mexico, mostly in Alberqurque and Santa Fe. This had lead to the Texan Army to win several victories against undermanned defenses but not against the whole Army itself. The idea was to escape the expansion of the Texans with what he had in Mutants and Cultists to set up a new Mutant State, one that can grow and one that can allow the Creator to continue with his experiments with the FEV that he had carried with him.

He didn't have enough time to try and formalize the new experiments before he moved with Zadok and his army into the region to establish dominance. The people in the settlements didn't realize about the horde's purpose at first, they thought they were here to pillage and destroy. However, the Creator didn't want that. He believed that him and his Army were beyond such ideas of raiding the populace. He had other things to attend to. His Disciples gathered information on the local factions that claimed the former Mexican state and what sort of economy that was in the region.

The Disciples found mostly agriculture and some mining that had been under the control of ruthless criminal syndicates and raider bands. The Creator ordered Zadok to use the Army to push out or absorb the organizations and raider gangs so that there is less to deal with when the rest of the Army came from Arizona with what they could grab.

Their campaign was extensive as the Cultists who were veterans fighting the Texan Army or the Soviets should their true fighting skill against the various criminal or raider elements in the state. Most of the gangs and raiders were either pushed out, forced to submit to the Mutant Truth, or went in hiding only to be cast out by Nightkin and Disciples. The Cultists established themselves on good terms with the people, though there is a language barrier and people who see the Creator and his Super Mutants as monsters. The general people have come to reluctantly accept the Creator's rule for now.

The Creator in this case was a bit happy that he found the people to be able to accept his rule for now. However, outside of the American Wasteland, he was in a foreign country and needed to keep his experiments in secret once he establishes a good rapport with the people. Still, he sent a Disciple back north to the UPVT for a secret deal that may help his goals as he calls his two Disciples back from Texas on the goal of searching for new resources in Mexico in hopes for rebuilding industry and remaking the Tithe as a currency standard.

To: The Council of Overseers

If you get this message, then that means that my agent has been able to reach you from my current location. I am the Creator and I wish to make a deal with you. As you may understand, I wish to pursue the perfection of the Super Mutant and I have come to a "block" sort to speak. As I understand, the UPVT has more advance centers for what I desire of you. I wish for you to map out the FEV for my work to continue. For this, I wish to trade a large sum of 20 tons of coal or gold as my current state can allow me to build such industry to make that payment available. As it stands, I also wish that you don't reveal this deal to Texas or any allies who wish for the extermination of my race.

Signed,

The Creator


While the Creator is still getting more of his Army from Arizona to establish a new home here, he still has a lot of work to do. He saw that the industry was not much to look at. This came with information with the large sources of precious metals and coal that the Creator believes could help make a sort of steam engine for mining and industry. It will be a slow start but they have the means to rebuild their Army without the threat of Texas or the Soviets.

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Robco Headquarters, Ely - April 10th, 2065

In the office of Mr. House within the Robco Headquarters, Pierce sat down on one of the chairs within the office. Mr. House, graciously allowed Pierce to get a hot shower which he was rather excited for, and gave him one of his old suits of business attire for him to look more presentable. And for him to actually be in the same room with others, without offending people. As Mr. House entered the room, he took a seat at his desk and looked to Pierce. "So, secrets huh? Normally under these circumstances, we would assume you had conducted some corporate espionage and stole our future plans, but from your state that would be hard to prove in a court room. And trying to find any information on you has turned up with absolutely nothing. It's as if you were never born. Why is that?" Pierce looked to Mr. House, as he smiled. "Not important. What is important though, is that I can offer you assistance in building your Pip-Boys, and other projects that will bring you top-dollar. I may not have much of a background, but I assure you that I know quite a lot about creating technology. And would be happy to demonstrate it for you by creating your pip-boy within a few days, to show off my skill of what your science team cannot."

Mr. House studied Pierce, who appeared to be confident despite not having much to leverage. "So, you're asking me for a job?" Mr. House rubbed his chin as Pierce nodded in a negative fashion, "No, I'm asking you for a favor. I will build you this wonderful piece of technology in the next few days, but in return you have to do me a favor." Mr. House would sigh, as he crossed his arms. "And what kind of favor would that be?" Pierce would smirk, looking to Mr. House. "If I build this to completion, all I ask for payment is this. I want you Mr. House, to agree to co-sign a loan agreement for 700,000 dollars with me. It'll be paid back of course, but I need it for something." Mr. House appeared to be taken back by his statement, as he just stared at him. "That's a pretty big chunk of change for someone I don't even know. What assurances can you give me that my investment is sound?" Pierce would simply shrug. "I deliver you the technology in a few days, you give me my deal. If I don't, you cancel. Simple as that. And, I'll even do it within the confines of a Robco facility as I'll need your resources to build the thing anyway." Mr. House would think for a moment and nod. "Alright, you better be right."



Helena, Montana - April 3rd, 2252

Kruger and Gregor were hard at work creating their new robots. With a good supply of scrap metal, electronics, schematics, and fission batteries they had already managed to create 30 Protectrons, 50 Mister Handys, and 10 Sentry Bots. Scavengers and raiders attempted to head into the facility, but were swiftly put down by the new security measures and Kruger dissected their heads and managed to create ten Robo-Brains. Through his efforts, he even created special "Safe Bots." Which were simply robots with a treadmill on the bottom and huge crates for storage on the top to store things. Despite his accomplishments so far, Kruger was not satisfied. He needed more. He needed a larger base of brains and parts, to bring his army to fruition. This was the core reason, that on March 27th he conducted an "invasion," of Montana City. Sending in Protectrons, a few Sentry Bots, and a good amount of his Mister Handys to begin deconstructing the towns structure, and deliver their scrap back to base. With the Safe Bots providing transportation of the goods, Krugers factory began to churn out more Protectrons and Sentry Bots, as he prepared his next course of action for his army.

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Postby New Minahasa » Wed Mar 15, 2017 7:44 am

The Ecclesiarch
March 1st, 2252
New Rome

The crowd of people cheered as Pope Constantine stood upon the balcony of the White Palace, the official residence of the Ecclesiarch's many popes. He gleefully waved at his people, his splendor reflected from his robe as bright as the sun, and his many jewelry that maintained his grandeur. The pope was known as the youngest out of all the popes ever recorded in the Ecclesiarch's history, being elected only at the age of 42, although that did not prove that he was less wiser than his predecessors. The pope prepared himself for a speech through the microphone as the crowd calmed, patiently waiting in the town square.

"Citizens of New Rome. We gather here to thank God of his blessing to us, a blessing that still kept us united. By His will, we've gained many victories, and achieved many accomplishments. Winter had just passed, and our crops have begun to grow once more. We look to praise God for his immeasurable love for us! But as we stand idle, paganism and heresy have made roots through the wasteland. Our dearest neighbour's president, President Roosevelt of the Federal Republic of New York, has chosen to reject Christianity, and declared 'Lady Libertyism' the official religion of New York! The Ecclesiarch shall not stand silent against this intolerable act! An emissary shall be sent to New York with an ultimatum. If the president denies our generous offer, then by God's name, we shall take action!"

Cheers and shouts filled the town square, as the phrase "Deus vult" was repeatedly cited in unison by the crowd. The pope continued his speech by addressing the remaining news and problems within the Ecclesiarch, and finished his speech with a prayer. The crowd dispersed from the town square as the speech was finished, their numbers were like ants. Pope Constantine retreated to his chamber, where a cardinal and Highlord Raynald van Houten himself were present. The cardinal presented him a glass of water, which the pope happily accepted, thanking him for it. The cardinal left Constantine and Raynald alone in the chamber.

"Your Holiness," greeted Raynald, bowing on a knee. The pope placed his hand on Raynald's head, beckoning him to stand up. Raynald stood up. "The Militia Dei has been summoned. We await your orders," he stated. "Put them on hold. I have no desire to act so savagely against our neighbours, though heathens they are, there are still a considerable amount of our Christian brothers in their lands. I seek to negotiate with their president," said Constantine. "And if he rejects?," asked Raynald. ""For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord," Romans 6:23. If he denies the latter, he will receive the former," stated the pope.

To President Roosevelt

The Ecclesiarch has been warned of your conversion to the Lady Libertyism that required its followers to worship the idol statue of Lady Liberty. This is a direct insult to the Ecclesiarch, as devout worshippers of Christ our God, and a violation of the Ten Commandments, specifically the second and third commandments. The Ecclesiarch urges you to return to the ways of God, and retract Lady Libertyism from New York's official religion. Should you agree, the Ecclesiarch will send missionaries to New York to try and convert the remaining cultists back to Catholicism. Do not incur God's wrath.

Signed,
Pope Constantine, Head of the Ecclesiarch

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Postby Ulls » Wed Mar 15, 2017 3:29 pm

The Creator's Palace,
Sonora, Mexico


The Creator look at his new home, the last of the Army that could make it from the battlefields came to their new home. They told their lord about the battles of Santa Fe and Albuquerque. Some boasted their deed of fighting bravely in battle but others were humbled in the sight of their master and begged for forgiveness. The Creator gave them all forgiveness, proclaiming that their defeat was only temporary and that this is their new home now.

This came with a sense of unknown that the Cult saw in Mexico. In many ways, the region of Sonora was underdeveloped. Nature overtook the land after 225 years without massive human work. Many settlements and farms were lit by either fires and lightbulbs powered by fission batteries. While they had mines that had access to coal and precious metals, most of the people were still working like they were under force labor. The Creator was trying to mend those ideas with his Cultists warriors but his warriors look like the same raiders and criminals under the leash of creatures bigger and stronger to them.

Still, the Creator has tried to held back the Cult and their tenants that he would normally impose on the human citizens. Instead, the Creator directed the Cult to start bringing a regional economy by bringing trade among settlements with Cultists warriors protecting their caravans, building factories or finding them, open up mines and use their metals to bring the Creator's Tithe as a agreed currency.

The smart Mutants and Scribes started to draft plans for steam engines for both mining and industry. Many believed that with the reserves of coal still around, they could build large steam generators that could power the entire region. This would be carried through AC currents and small transformers that they found over the state that can be used to deliver more varying power.

The projects, while many, would be great boons for the development of the region. One of the major projects that the Creator wanted was to provide power to the region and organized both Cultists and settlers to try and build the steam generators.

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Carbine, March 1st


NewLakotah wrote:Carbine, Chicago


Cornelius held a very different view of Chicago than most. He likened it to a terminal patient on life support, with no hope of recovery. What was once one of the largest cities on earth, rivaling even the likes of New York and Los Angeles, was now a wasteland littered with the ruins of steel skyscrapers and a sad menagerie of survivors who called it home. King Cornelius, ruler of everything the eyes could see looked out upon the capital and lamented that it'd forged him into the man he was today. More than a decade had elapsed since he’d been changed, and yet so little had changed in the backwater that stretched out beneath him.

Cornelius had long since left behind the siege lines surrounding Columbus. He’d left his capable, if inexperienced son-in-law in charge of the siege. It was a test of the man, if nothing else. It was always good to have capable men that were also loyal, but rarely did those two things coincide. Any number of men had tried to test Cornelius in the past, especially when he first ascended the throne, but each of them had failed in their endeavors.

And now, the day after his return home he sat across the table from a man who also came to test him. Perhaps not in the same way as other men in the past, but that was his purpose nonetheless. And yet, Cornelius wasn’t particularly impressed with his new adversary. Ambassador White had breached protocol shortly after his arrival. Proposing a marriage between Cornelius’s eldest and one of Plains Nation’s own Princesses. Hundreds of rumors were being spread in every corner of the realm, but It still was an intriguing proposal Cornelius had to admit. He’d been furious when he’d first been given word of Ambassador White’s trespasses, but the weeks since then had subdued his distaste. White may not have been well versed in Commonwealth etiquette, yet ignorance was no excuse.

Cornelius regarded White for a few moments, his face impassive. The King had long since learned to hide his emotions, giving an opponent any edge was unforgivable to Cornelius. Finally, Cornelius spoke, “I hear you have a proposal, Ser White.”

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Postby Tysklandia » Thu Mar 16, 2017 10:44 am

The Pact
Early March



Northern Georgia
Pathfinder scout teams
Erika Waudman



The Pathfinder scout groups, deployed in the border regions of the pact, had been sending reports of a motorised column traveling through OHIO,Kentucky, Tennesee and into georgia for weeks now. But their speed and mobility has ensured the pathfinder scouts could not get a visual confirmation. Once new reports filtered in from this column rushing towards the CDC, the pathfinder corps recieved elicite orders to find out their idendity and to determine a risk level. The scouting of the Atlanta area was a secondary objective...

...

"Fraulein Waudman, Team C has moved into Duluth, Team B is scouting around Alpharetta, they will report back by noon... Our orders?"

Erika narrowed her eyes, peering through the binoculairs as she slowly mapped the broken and shattered skyline of Atlanta in her brain, including the regulair movement of people and soldiers around its outskirts, people working, cattle being chased over the roads... It looked like a rather decent settlement. She and 4 of her soldiers, had camped the last night in the ruins of Nocross, avoiding other people like the plague as they came into town by the cover of darkness the day before.

"Let's move forward. We need to find that convoy and we have lost their steam trail for days now."

Her soldiers nodded, knowing better than to go against the single greatest hero in the entire pact. The five of them mounted their horses and moved back unto the Interstate 85. As they approached the town, they noticed the guard they spied on the night before patrolling the road in front of them. Erika remaind behind, the horses left somewhere near the interstate with a single guard. She Set herself up by a ruined truck on the road, setting herself up on the roof at nearly 800 meters distance. She slowly and methodically covered her sniper spot with scrap and rubble and deployed her rifle and binoculairs, her ghillie suit and makeshift rubble cover should ensure her initial escape from notice. Afterwards, three of their team moved forward, approaching the guards, one walking in front with his hands up, the two others trailing behind, their hands on their guns.

The three men where heavily armed and wore camoflaged fatigues, combat armor and had a meriad of gear all over their person, survival, combat, gasmasks... They looked incredibly out of place for the average wastelander, in appearence and speech...

The lead person spoke as soon as he approached the gaurds, his hands up and his helmet attached to his belt, allowing them to see his face.

"Greetings! My name is Hansel, we are pathfinders for our people, we do not mean harm. We are here to meet and trade, to know one his neighbour and to break bread with him. "

South Carolina
6th Regiment and diplomatic corps

The continued encrouchment of territory in south carolina did stretch the army out wide. Wider then it had been in years past. Warnings were given by the army to avoid such exstension of their forces, because with the still hostile new york government, a vast portion of the army would be positioned in the north untill further notice. This meant that the army would have little freedom for years to come. This ensured that the deployment in south carolina was enforced after the war by the 6th regiment, replacing the 2nd in that role.

Deals and diplomacy with tribal populations continued, enforcing the edges of their territories, to be turned into reservations in the future. Settlements had been contacted for months in the past, prior to the end of the war and negotiations went into their final stages, only a handful of settlements had to be strongmanned into joining the pact. The 6th Regiment continued policing the region, but they where stretched. The Pacts policy of allying and diplomacy with their newly "conquered" settlements and leaving the larger tribal regions in peace, by only enforcing trade and allowing their isolationism to continue, would ensure the relative swift pacification of the territory.

Project Sparrow
South Carolina


With the capturing of boeing and other vast pre-war aircraft assembly plants and research sites in south carolina, the CIA and pact council ordered the commencement of project sparrow.
The advanced facilties their, even though ancient and suffering from centuries of neglect, would serve to give the pact the knowledge neccesary to develop aircraft.

Project eagle rising was partially delegated to project sparrow as the helicopter remains and the partially completed prototypes where moved to the new Pact Aerospace agency in south carolina.
Several pre war models and plans where recovered, ensuring the researchers and engineers could doubled their efforts


Worchester
Boston Empire and allied nations staging ground


For months the boston fleet had been ferrying goods and equipment into Worchester, where the bulk of their army joined with the detachements of the Pact and the USA enclave.
Hundreds upon Hundreds of Pact soldiers had set up their camps and patrols, spreading themselves and their equipment out in the largest foreign deployment the pact had ever attempted.
The initial weeks had been difficult logistically, but with the months that past, they adapted.

War games, combined with the boston allies where performed on the regulair, increasing cooperation and effectiveness. Boston troops where trained to adapt their tactics to include the heavy pact artillery and heavy gun firepower, as did the boston soldiers train the pacts how to prepare, call in and support their helicopters strikes.

Vertibird gunships where flown in, the USA enclave emblem erased and replaced with the PACT CIA TASKFORCE name and logo for the duration of the deployment. The pact its secretive allies, demanded they keep their rather... secretive cooperation as discreet as possible. The pact had the CIA deploy a seperate dropzone, some ways away from Worchester, to land and resupply the vertibirds and the soldiers they brought with them.
Other vertibirds, leaving from pact territory and travelling over the sea, would aid in the resupply and build up of a military stockpile in and near worchester together with the boston fleet. But their allies had not only sent then aircraft or troops... But intelligence. Even though their allies refused to say how they recieved such information, they had highly detailed pictures of the entire boston area, seemingly taken from the air. This proved critical in their war planning as they could properly estimate some portion of enemy forticiations and visible troop movements.

The latest of these airial shipments would include a rather important portion of the warplan... The jammers... Together with a USA enclave engineering team in full pact CIA garb, a batch of jammers, deployable on ground or by truck, would ensure a rather sizeable area would disrupt the institute signal, denying them the capacity to teleport close to their forces. Their supply of these jammers was limited, but with every passing week, more where shipped in via vertibird, curtosy of Charlotte's advanced enclave factories.

For the pact and its commanders, their preperation was ready, their troops trained, armed and informed of their goals. Now it was up to their allies... Or their enemies.. To initiate this fight.


North Carolina
Carolina Military Foundry


With the return of the tanks sent to the NYC front,
development of the panzerwagon II made leaps in only a few months. Plans where drawn for a second, vastly improved version, using pre war museum pieces and resource war era wrecks as a guiding force.
The panzerwagon II, the initial prototypes atleast, where now in construction. Another derivative project, the panzerwagon III has a swift and effective prototyping process. Pre war APC wrecks where dismanteled and analysed to develop an advanced armored car prototype with a traversable turret, fitted with the 75mm cannon, used in the DSG infantry artillery gun. In the months since the war, a prototype was made ready, with others on the way.



TL;DR
CDC is scouted by Erika Waudman and team
South carolina is properly put under nominal control
Aircraft research is switched to fortified compounds in SC
Worchester troop build up is nearly complete. Artillery, heavy guns and amunition has been deployed on site. Including USA enclave reinforcments.
USA enclave blackbird high atlitude spy plane photograpgy and spy sattilite observation over the past months
Construction of decent tanks and armoured cars
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