Fallout: The Mont
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December 4th, 2296
Messengers from 4th Company confirm our suspicions: A massive Dead Sky war-party is forming and is preparing to advance on the Black Earth tribe and Trapper settlements. I have faith in our men to be able to hold their own against a raiding party of tribals, but a whole war-party is a danger we have not experienced for over eight years, and I'm taking no chances. I ordered Captain Sanders to pull back, and to leave the Black Earth and Trappers to their own devices. It's a cruel move, yes, but if it will save our boys for the real fight ahead, it's a move I have to be willing to make.
As for the real fight, the Mounties move farther south by the week, sending refugees of their brutal subjugation tactics to our gates, and I'll be damned if I don't admit that we're quickly running low on supplies with the influx of refugees. I've already axed rations three times in the past two months, and any lower, our troops with starve to death. We need to do something about these bastards, and soon.
On another note, I have reason to believe Lieutenant Connors has been taking bribes from the Champlain Bay Company to allow chems to flow into The Uni under customs' noses. I'll look into it, and for now he's under my close eye.
-Commander Richard Grey, Commander of The Uni Military Forces
December 16th, 2296
Grant Carter
Grant strode slowly through the door of the fort's tavern, already filled with patrons despite being early in the afternoon, taking cover from the snow storm beginning outside. He wore the same grim face he always did, but pulled more tight as he faced the truth of another mediocre trapping trip, which had been his last chance to get some meat and caps before the brunt of winter came.
Grant went over to the wooden board that functioned as the bar, put six caps on the wood, and the bartender knowingly put a Gwinnett Southie Stout on the bar, Grant's favorite. Grant popped the top on the edge of the bar, nodded to the bartender, and went to find a seat. He sat and watched the others packed into the bar, while the occasional person would shuffle in through the door, huddled under their cloaks, until people were forced to just stand because there were no seats. It amazed Grant that there were this many people in such a small and obscure fort in the east of The Mont, especially this close to The Uncharted. An involuntary shiver went through Grant as he thought of that place, the horrors from his first and last trip to that God-forsaken place still burned into his memory.