The Commonwealth of Massachusetts, 2287. 210 years after the world was engulfed in atomic flame, 210 years since the government of the United States of America formally died. For a little over two centuries mankind has been on a teetering brink of full collapse, the few bastions of old world values and decent morals outnumbered by those who have survived so long on basic instinct and the svagery in the recesses of the human mind. Beacons of control across the wasteland of North America, the New California Republic, Caesar's Legion, The brotherhood of Steel, The Enclave, The Minutemen. All kept things in a level of status quo, keeping things rightfully calm and safe from outside threat. But for this chapter of history, only the last on that list is relevant.
Rising to prominence in 2180, after fending off wave after wave of super-mutants laying siege to Diamond City, the organisation that wasn't much more than people who knew how to use a gun managed to make something of themselves. With a viable headquarters, a web of patrols and stations across the commonwealth, and a ranking structure that was respected and known by all of it's members, the rag-tag group of people had started to pave thw way to a re-establishment of what could've been a government.
A series of events in 2240 eventually lead to the steady an painful downfall of the Minutmen. A small miscommunication turned the rather easy defense of Fort Independence into a slaughter, with the armory being fully locked down from the inside. The seemingly final nail in the coffin was the death of General Becker in 2281. Without the groups remaining being able to agree on a successor, with the lack of a unified location, and most groups fallen to taking care of their own before all else, the Minutemen became a haunting shadow of what a single event could lead to. With many either disbanding or turning to banditry following a lack of supplies and faith in what was once the Minutemen, the faction all but ceased to exist by 2287.
Now, what remains of the last few honest and true hearted Minutemen are hunkered down in what was once the town of Quincy, holding a fragile line between glorified raiders, and a whole village of civillians. Doing what Minutemen do best, dying so that others can see a tomorrow, and fending off the rejects and outcasts of society, because war...War Never Changes.
