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(IC, PMT CLOSED) Post-Great-War America!- A 'Fallout' Spoof

Postby The New Nebraska Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 1:04 pm



In October of 2077, a hailstorm of nuclear weapons was used all around the globe. Most notably, the US was affected greatly. Most areas of the country fell to raiders and government remnants. Around 200 years later, several large groups are now controlling the US. While some areas are still unclaimed, and disputed over, some order has been restored in some areas. How will it play out?

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Obviously no godmodding.
This isn't just for wars. You can do other stuff, too
If you're going to have a nuclear warhead, you can't have more than one. Chances are few survived the Great War.
Go nuts! Commit crimes against humanity, create a bureaucratic government group, slaughter a civilization of underground robot people... whatever!
I will make and update a map according to who owns what land every day
In a post-apocalyptic world, there's bound to be trouble. Be prepared!
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Postby New San Andreas Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 5:45 pm

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Somewhere in the Senora Wasteland's vast desert, several miles from New Venturas...

"Go on." The voice somehow boomed from beneath the respirator of the NSAR Veteran Ranger helmet, cruel and unflinching in tone that could somehow be read despite the whole covering of the face. "Keep digging. Just because we've stopped talking to you doesn't mean you're getting a break, zombie scum. Just checking your shovelling technique."

The scene was one typical of Wasteland brutality. A group of the NSAR's best stood there in front of the graves as they got deeper and deeper, Veteran Rangers widely feared throughout the Wastes' varied whispered discussions and campfire tales for their legendary exploits in Baja. Never mind, of course, that these exploits usually involved dead civilians, nor the fact that these 'ultra-badass' Rangers were culpable to being murdered by, say, an aggressive head-wounded mailman who happened to want their armor and had an Anti-Material Rifle in tow. They stood in front of several Ghouls, none of which had the ferality or aggressiveness of their mindless cousins but were being subject to the same fate. These Ghouls were stabbing the hard, desert sand over and over with long-rusted shovels, burying deeper and deeper ditches that they themselves stood in. No, they weren't amateur archeologists eager to show their passion to the nice NSAR guys in front of them. They were digging their own graves. One Ghoul, whose Chumash-style hipster beard still clung to his long-rotted and necrotic flesh of a face, looked up scornfully and tried, vain as it was, to act even somewhat defiant.

"You're all pieces of shit, you know that? 23rd century shitbags... you've never known America. Never known... the world as it was. Never known anything else but.... brutality, and violence... and those stupid fucking uniforms. You know Los Santos riot cops used to wear those? Donut-munching pigs? Heh... heh... bet you didn't. We live hundreds of years.... Ghouls... we see it all."

Faintly beyond one of the stoic Ranger helmets staring back at him, a faint throaty chuckle could be heard. The ranger shifted his legs back and forth, before turning to each of his squadmates standing both sides of him as though saying 'Does this zombie really think we care?'

'Ya know... I did know that, zombie. Funnily enough, they have these things called 'equipment training', where we got told that kinda useless shit. Familiarized with every aspect of your armor, your equipment... and most importantly your weaponry. For example, this here is a Riot Shotgun. Keep your bullshittin' up, and you'll learn first-hand its main function real quick. Now get back to fucking digging."

In the ensuing silence, crickets continued to chirp as they always did against the quiet wind and stillness of the desert night. From somewhere distant, the long howl of a coyote could be heard.

The bearded ghoul, apparently not seeing any point in continuing, grunted and went back to digging the last hole he'd ever dig. The Ranger, satisfied as he watched the talking rotting maggot-pile get back to work, turned again to his observing comrades and cackled slightly again, seemingly prepared to crack something wise.

"There's a reason I say we let the zombie Rangers stick to haulin' irradiated Sprunk trucks outta goo pits and cleaning up Brahmin shit. See this shit? Redwood ciggie-throat soundin' fucks... I don't care what the new brass says, I don't consider 'em human. That radiation, feral or not, does somethin' funny to their brains, don't it? Sure makes 'em talkative, anyhow."

It wasn't entirely clear whether the Ranger was this much of a bigot normally or if he was only saying it to rile up their new, short-term guests at the end of their gun barrels.

Eventually, minutes passed. During the time, one of the Ghouls had began to weep quietly. He would have despaired greater at his imminent death, but even a Ghoul felt too fatigued with the constant penetration of the hard soil and the throwing of dirt over to maintain the energy needed for bawling. Eventually, they were told to stop. Deep enough.

"The Republic thanks you, boys. Now, enjoy the zombie afterlife."



Some time later...


"Hey, Vasquez..."

This voice, considerably more feminine and less gruff than her squadmate who had acted as the impromptu customer-service bullet dispensary point for their new demanding Ghoul customers, belonged to a Veteran Ranger squatting on the balls of her feet and above one of the bullet-filled Ghoul corpses that now lay before them, less and less visible as dirt was shovelled back over them. She was interested in some kind of... paper object in the Ghoul's pocket.

"This zombie's got something."

Vasquez, who had for the last several minutes had his attention on a vague shape in the desert that he'd briefly considered a potential Legionary movement pattern, responded to her suggestion with miminal interest, not even turning his head. He didn't have to, the sarcastic response to her irritating vagueness already locked-and-loaded.

"What's he got, Miller? A map to the long lost legendary Cluckin' Bell still open? Maybe... Impotent Rage's last comic! Oh wait, no, no, the secret coordinates to Mr. Weston's personal New Venturas robot sex slave vault!"

Vasquez' facetiousness just made Miller pissed. She let out a groan of impatient annoyance, before reaching immediately and forcefully into the grave and yanking the piece of paper out of the Ghoul's pocket. Marching quickly up to Vasquez, watching her sarcastic jackass of a squadmate seemingly having more interest in a distant cactus than what she now realized may now be of surprising importance, Miller shoved the paper in Vasquez' free hand.

"No, you asshole, look! The zombie had it. It's a map. With weird shit on it."

Vasquez turned briefly to Miller, before looking down at the piece of paper placed in his hand, unrolling it fully and holding it outscretched as both he and Miller studied it. The other Veterans present were still focused on their various activities at the scene, from Riveras who was chugging a centuries-old bottle of Logger Light, to Adams who continued to boss around the various grunt NSAR troopers they'd called in for the heavy work of actually re-burying the zombies.

"OK... it's a Pre-War map of the US of fuckin' A. If I wanted to see one of these, Miller, you know there's plenty of abandoned classrooms... that... Nebraska?"

The map was, at first glance, as Vasquez had described it. A map of the pre-war continious 48 U.S. states, from San Andreas on the West Coast to Liberty on the very East. All of the Midwestern, previously known as 'fly-over states' by the people of the Old World, remained clearly outlined on the map. Even more so, as what interested the two Rangers were the series of scribblings done all over the area. In particular, arrows after arrows and circles after circles done to the pre-war state of Nebraska. And one legible message had been written.

"OPRAKE. NSAR CODES 117-AAA-DELTA. DELIVER - SGT. PAULSEN. NEW OMAHA AFTER - SQUARE, PAYMENT."

The higher-ups of the NSAR Army were gonna want to see this.
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Postby The New Nebraska Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 6:19 pm

Meanwhile...

Oprake AFB - New Omaha, New Nebraska Republic - February 17th, 11:24 PM:

It was a mostly average day in the NNR. Business as usual was going fine around the fortified pre-war base. However, tensions were high among the higher-ups in the NNR. A few days earlier, a group of troops was sent to the west coast to try to explore and report what was out there. They had gotten close to pre-war Nevada, but sent transmissions saying that they were under attack, and contact was lost. The NNR's military leader and president, Richard Conley, was quickly informed. Conley was an odd man- he had black hair and was always well-dressed in a clean dark gray suit, and was the epitome of 'typical politician'. After being informed of the missing troops, he called in the NNR's squad organizer to have a talk.

"Moraine, what happened out there. We've got four troops MIA thanks to your long-shot recon. Who knows what the hell was out there? Could've been some group of lunatics, raiders, or a damned ARMY! And if they found the map, we're as good as raided. What raiders wouldn't try to come find more land!? Moraine, you're in deep shit if you don't get this figured out!"

Conley looked pissed, and was running his hands through his hair while frantically looking at a map of the Midwestern Wasteland.

Mr. President, sir- we've got no reason to believe it was anything that bad- besides, we're well equipped, we can handle any rai-"

Leland Moraine, the squad organizer, was quickly interrupted by a second round of yelling from the President.

"Moraine, get out and figure this out. Come back when you have ANSWERS."

Moraine sulked out of the room, forcefully taking the sunglasses off of his face, and adjusting his NNR cap. Clearly this wasn't going to be forgotten quickly....

And with that, the connections between the NSAR and NNR would soon start...
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"I'm not quite sure what the hell is going on here!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"We used to have corn, now we're just a militarized democracy. Good ol' American ideals!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"I specifically told you to shut up" - NNR President Richard Conley
New Omaha Radio News: NNR restores Oprake AFB's experimental pre-war bomber plane to working order, plans to use it in possible battle against The Nebraskan Enclave | President Conley's Defencetron mysteriously goes missing, again | Cheese factory discovered to be untouched by outside forces near Wyoming border |

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Camp International's Front Gate, NSAR's Main Military Base In The Senora - February 18th, 1:07 PM:


"So... what are these... casualties? You know, casualties have to be identified through proper channels, you can't just..."

The disinterested NSAR Ranger who stood guard at the front gate to Fort International had no clue that inside the body bag that just been dumped in front of her lay a body belonging to an Army nobody had known of until this day. A foreign body, in foreign armor bearing bizarre seals, emblems and emblazened with three letters. N N R.

It had been found only a short while from the original incident site (which by that point, by the higher ups in the NSAR military aware of the situation, had been dubbed 'Intel-Discovery Site A'), already rotting and cooking in the hot desert sun. Originally, the troopers who had discovered it believed to be the eccentric personal armor of some insane Centurion in the Legion, but upon failing to recognize it called it in as a minor incident requiring potential body ID. It would have been the last thought on any of the minds of the lowly grunt NSAR conscripts that on that day, they'd just unlocked a new part of NSAR and post-apocalyptic American history. On that day, what they would later discover to be called the New Nebraska Republic would become a reality for the top brass of the NSAR's leadership. They weren't alone in their republican nation-building, and others had rebuilt with a history that, threateningly enough, might be less rife with corruption, in-fighting, overwhelming bureaucracy or ineffiency than the NSAR's. The thought couldn't be beared.

The Veteran Ranger, standing at the front of the large crowd of those now attempting to enter Camp International with sudden and almost scurrying interest in the body bag, who had dumped the body didn't bother letting the less-ranked.. well, just Ranger, in front of him finish as he both didn't have the time to deal with the bureaucratic rules today nor did she have the clearance to know what was in the bag. He just needed through.

"Ranger, stand aside. We represent a contigent of NSAR personnel specifically entasked with carrying out orders from Colonel O'Hallahan herself. We've been ordered to be allowed inside with this cargo for personal investigation by the Colonel. She's got to see this. I need not explain the urgency of this order further, now stand aside, Ranger."

The ranger, not used to having orders barked at her from someone of such apparent importance and instead greatly preferring the authority she had over tired and exhausted troopers who hadn't filled in the right forms to enter, gulped and nodded quickly. Her now wide-eyes focused on the concession of hurrying crowd behind the Veteran who had spoken, a crowd composed of other Rangers, a handful of select NSAR troopers and worryingly of all, people in suits.




Camp International - Makeshift Morgue, Offices - February 18th, 1:47 PM:


The morgue wasn't the cleanest place in Camp International. Really, still a visibly abandoned and post-apocalyptic relic of what was once Las Venturas International Airport, no part of it really was but the morgue in particular seemed to have a particular dirt to it that clung to every surface. Even the white table that the now unwrapped and static corpse lay upon seemed stained by layers and layers of time, rot and perhaps even fallout, if one went back enough. The table was surrounded by around 5 figures. One of the figures was Colonel O'Hallahan, commanding officer of the New Venturas garrison at Camp International and one of the NSAR's main New Vegas officers with authority. She had been one of the first notified of the foreign corpse's discovery. She held even greater interest in finding out about the supposed document of great importance associated with it. Two NSAR army medics stood by, acting as makeshift coroners to assist in any medical-lingo or physician's knowledge that was required. The other three were other NSAR military officials with sufficient clearance to observe the autopsy, the corpse's examining and to inform the Colonel of the situation thus far. They'd spent the last several hours being briefed themselves.

O'Hallahan studied the dog tags that she'd pulled and held from around the dead soldier's neck with great interest, turning them over in her hands.

"Nielsen, James. Corporal. O Pos. 99844135... NNR Army. N... N... R... Army."

She looked up from the dog tags and darted a glance at one of the officials, the kind of look that said 'OK, so what the hell is this? Why is this so important?'

"So... what are we to think of this? Troopers find a corpse in the Wastes, definitely not an unusual event by any means. Then, I got told that this corpse is wearing armor we don't recognize. It's not Epsilon power armor, it's not Legion football-pads and skirts... it's not even a Doomsday lab coat. Then I get three letters thrown at me. N-N-R... So, what is this? Is it some kind of raider group? Secessionists? Whatever this man belonged to, you don't expect me to believe it's from a professional army like the Republic's, do you?"

The officials looked to one another, then back at the Colonel, wondering which one of them would break it to her that would they were dealing with was something new. Eventually, the one she'd maintained her iron stare decided it was his responsibility.

"Well, Colonel... we have reason to believe that this man... he's part of something bigger. You'll recall, for years, that the Republic has been considering outreach and expansion programs into the former Midwestern region of the continent? Efforts and discussions only halted due to the strain on resources that our contemporary expansion into the Senora and our subsequent war against the Legion has caused. This man... he represents a community founded in that region. It's possible that, in this area, a miltary force comparable to our own may exist. Please, understand, we too were initially of the impression that this was simply a raider group that had gotten their hands on advanced armor such as this. But... the documents found on this man... and the association we've found with a certain other document located on a civilian corpse discovered by Rangers."

The official walked slowly over to the corpse and continued to examine it as he spoke. It was though having it in his sight made it easier to articulate his points.

"We believe that the 'NNR' that this man belonged to... describes the New Nebraska Republic. Nebraska, a part of the Pre-War United States we've long theorized to have far more ideal conditions for surviving a Great War-like event than our own homeland of San Andreas, could have feasibly had decades of advancement while we were still in the Vaults, ma'am. They could have also rebuilt. Built something like President Amari did, their own republic, based on surviving ideals from the Old World. And this man... he was a scout. Sent westwards, as ours were sent eastwards. Ma'am... we may have just stumbled on a threat, unlike the savagery of the Legion. Perhaps... showing you this, would articulate what we're saying better. Williams, would you?"

As O'Hallahan held the map in her hands, she quietly read out what the message said under her breath. As soon as she reached the series of numbers and letters, she stopped. She immediately recognized what that code was. No simple group of raiders would know how to get that code. No, they wouldn't even know what it was used for. Whoever these codes were going to... they were comparable, at the very least. A military power.

Would a two-front war against them and the Legion ever work?
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Uinta County, Wyoming Territories, New Nebraska Republic - February 21st, 2:31 AM:




After a few days of planning and travel, the NNR's squad organizer hand assembled a small team of NNR troopers to make their way west. They were armed heavily with NNR tactical armor, and some upgraded service rifles. The group consisted of the NNR's squad organizer (Leland Moraine), Corporal Carrie Philips , and two low-ranking soldiers. Moraine didn't like being on the very edge of official NNR territory, but this had to be done.

"Alright... I suppose it's time we head out. Fuckin' Conley wants to know where the hell that squad went... and he'll have his foot up my ass if we don't find anything."

Moraine sighed and looked over at Carrie with a bitter look.

"C'mon. Let's go."

Carrie rolled her eyes and signaled for the two other troops to follow them, and the group of four walked off towards the west.




Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:12 PM:

The NNR recovery squad had successfully gone from Uinta County all the way to the borders of the NSAR, where it was only a matter of time before they would most likely run into a group of NSAR patrols.

"Alright, so... this is apparently where the last known transmission came in from the group. See anything? Or anyone?"

Moraine pulled a bottle of Nuka-Cola from his supply bag and opened it, drinking it quickly.

"Negative, so far. Place looks empty. Not even any bodies..."

Carrie seemed a bit off-put by this, but Moraine looked like he couldn't give less of a shit.

"Damn, it's hot. Who the hell even lives out here?"

He wiped his brow and tossed the empty cola aside carelessly, thinking they were alone in the area and that their trip was pointless.
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"I'm not quite sure what the hell is going on here!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"We used to have corn, now we're just a militarized democracy. Good ol' American ideals!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"I specifically told you to shut up" - NNR President Richard Conley
New Omaha Radio News: NNR restores Oprake AFB's experimental pre-war bomber plane to working order, plans to use it in possible battle against The Nebraskan Enclave | President Conley's Defencetron mysteriously goes missing, again | Cheese factory discovered to be untouched by outside forces near Wyoming border |

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Postby New San Andreas Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 8:02 pm

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:12 PM:


"Hey, what the fuck... you just hear that?"

Davis groaned. Sanchez was always a paranoid fuck, even during their early days deployed to the New Venturas Embassy, a place virtually untouchable by the Legion or by any feasible violence that wasn't inflicted by a Securitron's 9mm. He'd hear loud hooting of a drunk NSAR trooper, pissing his caps away at one of the casinos and loving every second, and assume now, Oh God now, it's happening, the Legion are attacking. Tweaker, Davis sometimes thought of the guy. Maybe he did Jet on the side? Sold a bit of his paycheck every week for it? Even now, as they stood in the very expanses of the NSAR's borders on a patrol they'd suddenly been given, and the only known threats they'd have to face in this area that were known were just really aggressive Bighorners, Sanchez stood there, holding his Carbine Rifle like it were a holy cross of protection, darting his eyes back and forth and looking at Davis's expression for reassurance.

"Dammit, Sanchez.... hear what? What'd ya hear this time? A mouse fart? A... A crow, maybe? Maybe even, god forbid, the sound of urine flooding your pants?"

Sanchez stared at Davis for a couple of seconds with that same wide-eyed paranoia-stricken grimace. The kind of face that said he wasn't really listening to Davis's question and was already listening out for the next sound. Davis didn't have time for this shit. It was fucking boiling outside, they were both wearing hot-as-shit NSAR trooper uniforms, brown, baggy, heat-retaining.... torture. And now he was stuck listening to some Jet junkie he calls a squadmate hallucinate that he heard another sound. Soon, it would be voices, telling him to frag their commander, McCallen. McCallen was a good few feat away, far enough that neither could see him, as a matter of fact. But surely Smith, or Morales, or maybe even Wong would come back to report, and then he'd snap and shoot. Fuckin' Sanchez.

"No... I fuckin' heard it. A bottle. Someone's drinking somethin' round here. Fuck it, I'm getting myself that Ranger promotion whether I'm ordered to or not."

Before Davis could even yell, Sanchez's 'paranoid ass' was darting in the direction he heard the sound in, Carbine Rifle pointed and puffs of breath already leaving and entering his body. Almost as soon as he'd reentered Davis' peripheral vision, he immediately disappeared behind a dune of sand. Davis watched him go in shock, and then looked back to see if anyone else was near. He spotted Wong, the platoon's only female soldier incidentally, and yelled 'Wong, get your ass over here! Sanchez... his dumb ass has ran off!'

Wong quickly found herself jogging over to Davis. It was clear she wasn't there to immediately obey his suggestion, but was instead there to clarify what the hell his dumb ass was yelling about. As she reached him, she took off her helmet as though it was somehow impeding her hearing, and squinting at Davis from the hot desert sun asked 'What's going on with Sanchez, he's lost?'

'No, for fuck's sake, he's RAN off. In the direction of some fuckin' noise. McCallen said stay right the fuck here, and report in, and he's fuckin runnin' in like it's Nelson! We gotta get his as-''

They weren't prepared for what they'd heard from Sanchez over the distant hill. He wasn't screaming, he wasn't begging for help and he wasn't yelling about how much he loves chems. No, he was barking orders.

'YOU! DROP YOUR WEAPONS NOW! THAT'S AN ORDER, RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. DROP THEM.'

Wong and Davis stopped the idle chatter, and immediately both darted in the direction of Sanchez' barking yells. Idiot or not, Jet junkie or not, the official NSAR doctrine was to never leave another soldier behind. Most of the time. Honestly, their record was spotty in that area, ask the chick in Camp International who's still waiting for her Ranger husband's body back from Fiends. Regardless, they had to bail Sanchez out of whoever he'd met. Mercs? Wastelanders? Caravaneers? They had weapons, apparently.

As they reached round the dune, and saw what looked like the back of Sanchez in the distance, they ran further towards him. They didnt just make out Sanchez, but four other figures stood in front of them. They too, had whatever rifles they held in hand, pointed at Sanchez, and the entire situation looked far, far more hopeless for their drug-addled friend than it had first seemed. He hadn't run into a lone Wastelander, aimed with a Pistol perhaps, trying his luck. They'd ran into... it looked like soldiers, from another army. Epsilon, maybe? Nevertheless, as they got closer to Sanchez, they found themselves unable to raise their own weapons as the four figures held their rifles on them as well. The situation was as tense as possible.

"Hold on, what the fuck's going on here? Who the fuck are you guys?" Wong asked, trying to simulataneous express her genuine utter confusion as to who she'd ran into but not appear overly threatening. After all, they were outnumbered and they had guns too. Guns that looked just as efficient as their own Carbine Rifles. Perhaps more, how would they know? Watch Sanchez get filled with holes?

"Yeah, what the fuck? Identify yourselves, at the very least. You can't just show the fuck up here in uniforms! These are Republic territories!" Davis attempted, at the very least, to back Wong's confusion up with a sense of authority, weak though it seemed.
"We won't be taxing, bureaucratic hypocrites forever!"
We're fighting a costly, not at all drawn-out war against the Roman cosplaying enslaving scumbags known as Caligulas Legion! Suck it and die from your 'headaches', you bald b*stard.
Are you aggressively coked-out? Do you join regions for no reason? Do you like copious amounts of drugs, eating Mexican food from taco trucks and the searing hot desert sun? Join Calexico and Mexicali then, moron.
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Postby The New Nebraska Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 8:15 pm

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:13 PM:



Moraine stepped forward, service rifle raised and aimed, and talked firmly

"Who the fuck are we? Oh, wouldn't you like to-"

He was quickly cut off by Carrie, who had a much more diplomatic approach, and had her weapon lowered.

"Don't mind Moraine, he's an asshole sometimes. Anyhow, we're wondering the same question about you. But you asked first, so I'll tell you. Me and Moraine- and Charleston and McCale over there- are part of a recovery force set up by the New Nebraska Republic. We're here investigating the disappearance of one of our exploration squads."

Sure enough, they donned the same "NNR" badged apparel as the man the NSAR had found in that area just days earlier.
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Welcome to the New Nebraska Republic!
Nebraska set in the Fallout universe? Yes.
"I'm not quite sure what the hell is going on here!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"We used to have corn, now we're just a militarized democracy. Good ol' American ideals!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"I specifically told you to shut up" - NNR President Richard Conley
New Omaha Radio News: NNR restores Oprake AFB's experimental pre-war bomber plane to working order, plans to use it in possible battle against The Nebraskan Enclave | President Conley's Defencetron mysteriously goes missing, again | Cheese factory discovered to be untouched by outside forces near Wyoming border |

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Postby New San Andreas Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 8:25 pm

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:13 PM:



"N-... New Nebraska Republic? The fuck is a 'Nebraska'? Is that a code word, or...?" Sanchez re-affirmed his aim at the one identifying herself as Carrie, seemingly more confused than disarmed by her... well, disarming.

Davis was next to speak, more confused than hostile and agitated as Sanchez seemed to be.

"New Nebraska Republic? Surely, you can't be for real. The only republic of anything 'round here is us. We're with the New San Andreas Republic. If y'all are just gonna go around, makin' up fake nations... it isn't gonna end well for you. Especially when you tote around guns like you're for real."

Sanchez seemed to view Davis' mild questioning of the NNR's legitimacy as backup for his paranoia, and therefore reiterated his original point.

"Damn right! You heard the man! There ain't no such thing as the New Nabaska Republic, so just put your guns down and place your hands behind your back to be detained. I mean it!"

Wong was at least level-headed and realistic on what they could seek to achieve from the situation. As an apparent sign of a peace gesture, she took her hands off her strapped Carbine Rifle and told Sanchez.

'Sanchez, do you really think they're gonna listen to you yelling at them like a pissed-off Cazador? They've got just as much firepower as we do, and nobody wants a blood-bath. If you put down your guns, and we put down your guns, we can just... talk. OK?"
"We won't be taxing, bureaucratic hypocrites forever!"
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Postby The New Nebraska Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 8:32 pm

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:14 PM:

Moraine pulled his dog tags off and showed them to the NSAR rangers, along with the NNR branded rifle, his helmet, and the flag on the sleeve of his uniform.

"What, you think this a god-damn joke?! We've been putting fuckin' Nebraska back together since 2123, and you dare call us fake? Oh, come on! What, do we march our asses back up to the Midwesten Wasteland and tell fuckin' President Conley that all we've done has been for nothing!?"

Carrie shot Moraine a look and once again gave a more reasonable response.

"Look- we came out here with a task. Like it or not, you have to deal with the thought of our existence. Now. Did you by any chance see a body around here anywhere?"
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Postby New San Andreas Republic » Wed Nov 08, 2023 9:11 pm

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:15 PM:

Davis found Carrie's question somehow laughable. It came across like a detective asking questions to a scared widow, except the world had ended, they were in a boiling hot desert, and dead bodies weren't nothing special. He gave his thick black mustache a scratch, then answered.

"A body? Lady, you're gonna have to be more specific. This is the Senora Wasteland. Talking about finding a dead body here is like talking about the weather. You think we out here looking for bodies? Hell naw, we're on patrol. And we happen to come across your crazy... surprisingly, well-equipped asses. Sanchez, what you think?"

Sanchez was looking carefully at the items shown to him by the one called Mo-rain. Despite the other soldiers visible discomfort, Sanchez was even touching and looking under them, as though trying to determine their authenticity. He didnt even turn to address Davis, just keep talking while investigating.

"Yeah.. I don't know. Could be stuff they just made last week. You've seen the stuff they can do in Republic factories these days. NSAR salvaged power armor, all that shit. And besides..."

Sanchez took his hands off Moraine's stuff and then looked him dead in the eye, standing right in front of him.

"President... 'Con-ley'? What, you mean like President Cranley.... you tellin' me our President's got a fuckin' evil twin or somethin'? If you're gonna fake a name for your leader, might wanna be more original. And the flag? What kind of fuckin' animal is that? Looks like... I don't even know."

Wong, who'd felt underutilized at the moment and that she could take the role of diplomat in the situation, tried to suspend the disbelief she and her fellow NSAR troopers held towards these people and at least focus on the fact that they had guns and clearly believed in what they were saying. She was about to interject with perhaps more specific questions when the voice of her commander behind her cut her off. As it did, the NSAR troopers all turned their attention towards the approaching footsteps and towards the voice of McCallen.

"Ahh..." the new deep accent said... "so you are here. Well, lookie here, Republic big-wigs were right. Since when is that ever the case, huh?"

He stepped forward, moving through the NSAR troopers ahead of him. Notably, he was standing with his hands behind his back, Pistol in its holster. He was trying to be unthreatening.

"I know who you folk'll be. You're.. from Nebraska, right? The... New Nebraska Republic. I've been briefed. About you folks, I mean. We imagined that if you'd go scouting, you'd end up here. Right at the very edge of the Beaver's reach into the Wastes. Well, I can imagine what you folks'll be after. Some of your folks, right? Wandered over here, met the business-end of a Radscorpion tail... maybe learned the Senora wastes aren't a place for strangers the hard way?"

McCallen noticed Moraine still uncomfortably with his hands on his rifle, and attempted to disarm him. Well, not literally, but put his worries at ease.

"Son, I assure you. I know who you are. The New Nebraskans. And I am under orders, not only to ensure you're unharmed... but also to ensure that you come with us. To answer some questions. More.. specific ones than the ones we're havin' right now. Oh, and if you wanna consider something more rash..."

McCallen quietly pulled out what looked like a blocky radio communicator from his pocket. He kept watch on the soldiers ahead of him as he spoke into it.

"Alpha-4, we've got Nebraska-Tango in sight. Sector 2, on me."

"You wanna stay here while the Vertibird comes or do you wanna try and run? Run if you want, maybe even have a little shootout, you'll just end up captured and tired."
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Postby The New Nebraska Republic » Thu Nov 09, 2023 4:21 am

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:16 PM:



The whole group looked a bit surprised, and Moraine was the first to speak.

"How the hell... you've fixed those up too? Huh... well, fuck, looks like we're going with you then. This better not be some sham, I'll say that."

Moraine looked over at the rest of the squad and then back at the NSAR soldiers, seemingly going to be a bit more compliant now with them.

Carrie was the next to speak up, looking around at the desert a bit.

"For once, I'm agreeing with him of all people. We're going to have to come see what you have. Hope we won't be too much of a bother, I suppose.""

And with that, they started watching the skies for any sight of the Vertibird.
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Postby The Fallout Republic of Tennesse » Thu Nov 09, 2023 7:30 am

Lexington, Kentucky Territory, Republic of Tennessee

Three fingers, two fingers, one finger-

A squad of three Tennessean Scouts kicked open a makeshift door on an old apartment building, they scanned the room with their service rifles, gas mask on and flashlights tied to their rifles. They moved through the empty lobby towards the building's stairwell, where they noticed a strange symbol painted on the wall. One of them held up three fingers, and they began to climb the stairwell towards the third floor. Once up there they entered into a hallway with several doors and noticed a symbol on the third closest one to the stairwell. Two of the scouts moved up towards the door before the other one made a gesture, moving his hand flat across his neck and then pointing to a specific line on the symbol. They ignored it and moved through the hallway until they found another door with a similar symbol, just this time without the line that was pointed out.

Three fingers, two fingers, one finger-

They slammed the door open and aimed their rifles into the apartment. They found a group of four people huddled against a group of candles.

"Four civilized..." one of the scouts said, although his voice was somewhat muffled through his gas mask.

One of the men around the candles slowly stood up, hands in the air, and began to speak to the scouts.

"We are just humble residents of Horsetown, we wa-"

One of the scouts immediately walked up to the man and headbutted him with his rifle stock, he began to yell.

"What the fuck did you just say, huh, what the hell did you call this place!?"

"Horseto-"

The man was grabbed by the back of the head and was slammed into the wall, all of the rest of the scouts raised their rifles towards the rest of the people.

"You are a resident of the City of Lexington, Kentucky Territory, Republic of Tennessee, and as long as you live under the banner of said republic you will refer to this city by its proper name with the respect it is due, or I will not stop halfway in bashing your brains out against this wall even if you aren't harboring any tribals!"

He let go of the man as he collapsed on the ground, they were about to begin interrogating the group when out of nowhere.

Crack

A muzzle flash appeared from the corner of a wall, but the shooter missed and the Tennessean Scouts opened fire in unison, the sheer amount of 5.56 killing the shooter and sending his bolt-action rifle flying out of his hands.

"Nu!"

A woman in tribal garments rushed for the rifle but was also shot dead. With two fingers one of the scouts motioned for two of his fellow scouts to clear the rest of the apartment while he kept watch of the "civilized" folk. The two checked the rest of the apartment and found two dead tribals of a tribe called the Riders, the pre-Tennessee inhabitants of "Horsetown" that were almost all but wiped out. The rest of the apartment was cleared and the scouts gathered against the door, and reloaded their rifles.

"The harboring of uncivilized barbarians is a crime punishable by death under Tennessee federal law. When such a crime is committed in the Kentucky Territory the Tennessean Armed Forces has authorization to immediately carry out this sentence. Hearby as a Sergent of the Tennessean Scouts, I sentence all in this apartment to death."

Pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow...
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Postby Butatlu » Thu Nov 09, 2023 7:51 am

Milwaukee, Military Department, CPRF Headquarter

since its creation, the CPRF had always worked for the protection of local communities, and after the securing of Wisconsin, it had focused on the reconstruction of the state and on possible aid to communities and raids against bandits, super mutants or ghouls, The armed wing of the CPRF, the military department, was responsible for neutralizing threats to the population, maintaining public order and escorting passing caravans, in the general buzz the director of the military department, Edward Martinson, made his appearance and began to speak .

Director Martinson : " Good day gentlemen, i convocated an urgent reunion about the serious situation that regards the southern lands of Illinois : From a pair of months, Caravans and comunities near Chicago Wasteland Area have being attacked and harassed by groups of hostiles, probably Raiders or others, we need to act fast before the menace extends to other areas of the south

Commander Davis : " I think we should immediately send our best squads to deal with the problem, if it is the Raiders we have to demonstrate them that we are a force to be reckonned with and they should not fuck with us "

Commander Morrison : " If, exactly, we don't know if the Raiders attacked the caravans, nor we have adeguate Intel about the complete situation, and i would like to bring to everybody's mind the fate of the last squad we sent down in Chicago, they were never been found "

Commander Davis : " Listen, that operation was a mistake and bad organized, but now we have learned from our mistakes, now we can re-try and do better "

Commander Birch : " In my opinion, we should ask help from our allies and other factions, i heard there are military squads of our allies that are operating in Chicago and there are at least dozens of other settlements that would offer an hand to help liberate Chicago from the hostile forces.

Director Martinson : " I think that Birch's Idea is the best we can do, i'll contact our allies and ask if they can give help, in the meanwhile, prepare your best men for the mission : We will liberate Chicago.

After that the meeting was over and everyone returned to their mentions, ready for the liberation of Chicago
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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Thu Nov 09, 2023 8:10 am

OOC: Sorry for the short post, I gotta arrive somehow. You guys can have some recon units spot our movements.
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Panama, approximately Mesoamerica.
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Postby The New Nebraska Republic » Thu Nov 09, 2023 8:14 am

followed by a small fleet of warships,


OOC: Doesn't that seem a little over-the-top?

IC: Still waiting for the NSAR's Vertibird in the desert, just because.
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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Thu Nov 09, 2023 8:20 am

The New Nebraska Republic wrote:
followed by a small fleet of warships,
OOC: Doesn't that seem a little over-the-top?

OOC:well... Privateer ships, and also The Volkskriegsflotte, which would be actually 500 ships strong, but many were scuttled, sunk, or scrapped after years of wear and tear. (Currently 170 ships total all over the pacific, 30 small ships in the Americas) Most mainly really small too.
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Postby Republic of Rio Grande » Thu Nov 09, 2023 8:26 am

Gloria's Finest

Three men mounted on horseback entered the gates of Gloria, tipping their hats to the city's guards. At their sides, they carried AER-12 Laser Rifles, a mixture of Modern Weapons and Classic outfits. Slowly they stopped at a horse post, dismounting and wrapping a rope to the saddle, tightening it around a pole as they made their way to the "Headquarters of the Armed Forces of the Rio Grande". The Mexican Frontier was slowly closing again, with many around the city starting to adopt a transitional style, changing into more "modern" outfits. On the watchposts, new uniforms were being adopted, ditching the classical 'Mexican Western' for more practical design, but not everyone would adopt new style. The guards standing in front of the doors would ask, "Mi amigo, what brings you here?" one of the men would reach into his jacket, pulling out a badge. 'El Último Minuto' read the text on the badge, with the shape of the Mexican Eagle clearly seen on it. The two guards would open the door, letting the three in, with one of them adding, "Colonel Olivia is in her office."

A Power Armor helmet was thrown on the desk, chipping the already worn wax coating. "BOS Patrol, fifteen of them trying to get near Armageddon." Said the presumed leader of the trio, reaching into his pocket to grab a cigar. "We took what we could back to the external depot, three sets of still functioning T-60, one completely busted set, few Gatling lasers, and these AERs. Colonel Olivia finally looked up at the busted helmet, a bullet hole in the eyepiece, clearly from a .357 rifle. "Wonderful, did they have any keys on them? Even if they had the location of one, El Presidente would certainly give you enough money to retire safely." The leader shook his head, pulling out a holotape. "Their orders were to scout the Armageddon Station and get in contact with the Mexican Chapter of the Brotherhood." He'd set the holotape down on her desk, lighting the cigar as he pulled out a sheet of paper. "A shame, no information on where the Brotherhood Remnants in Mexico are?" Olivia asked, grabbing a folder from a cabinet. The three shook their heads again, one of them filling a shot glass of whiskey, looking at the map of the Republic. "No Legion Explorers on your patrol?" She asked, it was predictable that'd you hear the same questions from her lips, at this point it was a joke in the ranks of the Minuto that those words were all she knew how to say. "No, but the Bastardos burnt a settlement, the Legion is getting more bold with their attacks. I'm requesting permission to lead a force into Arizona, gather some Anti-Legion forces, even if I can only muster a hundred men it's better than nothing." Olivia shook her head at that request, writing something down in her folder. "We don't have the resources spare, we've got BOS on our asses, possible hostiles in Texas, an FEV cult to our East, and a pre-war bunker we can not let fall. I understand your anger, but all I can do is boost Calvary Patrols and see if we can work out a deal with some tribals. I'm sorry, but that's all I can do." Nodding in disappointment and resentment, the three men made their way out, it was worth a shot...

More of a post to give you all an idea of the situations that the RRG is in, and a major character in the Armed forces.
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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Thu Nov 09, 2023 9:59 am

OOC: Feel free to launch a border raid on us, if anyone's willing...
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Neu Panama, SR Protektorat Mesoamerika
Whack.
Woosh.
Thud.
The M51 Holzaxt slammed into the tree with a dull thud. The lumberjack swung again. And again, and again. The tree, after a few consecutive forceful swings, fell.
"TIMBER!"
The other lumberjacks ran about, avoiding the falling tree. They take the tree and load it onto the truck, and hoist themselves on, that was last tree of their quota, so they were all clear to hoist themselves onto the back of the truck, and head back home to their families. The Ural-375 drives off to the newly built facility in the heart of Neu Panama, the current largest Fischer-Tropsch Gasoline plant in SR Protektorat Mesoamerika, producing 75,000 barrels a day on good days, and less than 500 barrels on bad days, but usually around the 30,000 barrels a day on average. Neu Panama is a place of regrowth, and rebuilding, as the city, is slowly and surely restored to it's full glory.
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Postby Republic of Rio Grande » Thu Nov 09, 2023 10:49 am

A New Dawn

The sun slowly appeared over the dusty ground, lighting a small camp outside Gloria where two engineers had been at work for three days. They had sent for a delegation from the government, and as expected, Dante Guerra and a handful of Officers from Gloria had arrived, riding to the camp on horseback. Meeting them at the first tents, the engineers began talking about broken robots, "Those deactivated robots from the old El Paso Station? We've found a new use for them El Presidente." Still on their horses, they would approach the large net, with two of the engineers unstaking the net, letting the early morning breeze unveil their hard work, about sixty robots stood in the sand, with the engineers pointing to the Sentry Bots with glee, "We've reprogrammed them to be loyal to the Republic, we understand you can authorize things like this if there's an active threat to the Republic. We want you to authorize the creation of a unit of robots within the Army." Dante looked at the robots on his horse, approaching them as he guided the horse around them all. "How many deactivated robots do you need?" He asked, inspecting the Sentry Bots, RRG flags painted on the armor. "As many as you can legally give us, we can organize an army so mighty that we will never worry about raiders again." Said the engineer, adjusting the armor platings of one of the Assaultrons. Dante knew the risks of creating automated forces, the BOS would only increase their hostility to the small Republic, but at the same time, it could prove brutally effective in combat. Slowly Dante returned to the rest of his group, pulling them aside as they began discussing the nature of adopting robotic units. The engineers looked nervous, their work hanging in the hands of one man who could order the destruction of everything they worked so hard on. "We'll do it, I can't promise you every robot we give you will be perfectly intact, but we will raise two Robot units three hundred strong each. Your work can do good for all of the Republic, we encourage you to begin assisting in the construction of automated works once we get the further... Five hundred and thirty made. It would be a waste to only reprogram military robots." The engineers cheered, one of them going up to shake the hands of Dante as he thanked him for letting them use their work to better the Republic's defenses. As Dante and the group began to make their way to return to the capital, Colonel Olivia asked, "What if the wastes find out about our decision, it'd certainly spark concerns from the Former States as they wonder if we'll invade them." Dante laughed, keeping the pace with Olivia, "Nonsense, anyone and everyone will know this is for our own security, plus, it'd be great to see the Legion get what they deserve." Olivia nodded, breaking off as they returned to the city, likely to head to a bar or the military headquarters. Hopefully an MP wouldn't have to drag her out like last week, they couldn't let their officers get wasted on duty after all.

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The Fallout Republic of Tennesse
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Postby The Fallout Republic of Tennesse » Thu Nov 09, 2023 12:21 pm

Memphis, State of West Tennessee, Republic of Tennessee

Memphis International Airport was a primary base of operations for the Tennessean Air Force, home to most of its fighter jet fleet as well as a center of operations for Vertibird flights. One could expect to see fifty air force flights out of the airport in a week at minimum, and more if there was a major operation in Kentucky or Arkansas. Most of these flights were scouting operations done by Vertibirds to survey the position of various tribals, harassing them occasionally with the Vertibird's armaments just to ensure they feared the three stars (three stars being in reference to both pre and post-war Tennessee's flag).

Another such flight took off and began to head west to survey Legion territory, a routine flight just to make sure they weren't heading any further east than was comfortable. In previous decades this was a simple flight, straight from Memphis to New Mexico and back, but many decades ago a real nation appeared to take control of El Paso and its surroundings, a nation the Republic didn't seek to make contact with. So the new route was to fly over Lubbock in the hopes of avoiding this nation, which thankfully didn't seem to have its own air force, at least not one as heavily used as Tennessee's. Just in case all Vertibirds heading west were fully armed to the teeth... just incase the people of El Paso decided to intercept them before they reached Legion territory.



Texarkana, Arkansas Territory (de jure), Republic of Tennessee (according to them)

A large expedition of the Tennessean Army was sent out to Texarkana to build up a small outpost along I-30 to keep any of Texas's tribals out. This wasn't a large force by any means, the permanent garrison was only supposed to be 50 strong for now, but either way this would send a message to the uncivilized who dared to face the Republic. Arkansas was Tennessean land now, tribals beware. Much like most of the republic's military technology though, the defenses were stuck in the 20th century. No automated turrets, no power armor, no robots, not even a laser weapon in sight, just a few conscripts with their R91s and binoculars, watching the fields for movement.

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Postby New San Andreas Republic » Thu Nov 09, 2023 12:39 pm

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:16 PM:

"Oh, I assure you, you'll be impressed with what you see. The Republic is, we believe, the foremost advanced civilization left in the Wastes since the light of Old World values left this sorry planet two hundreds years ago. It's a regular new Rome... well, not a new Rome in the sense that we'll crucify you to a telephone pole, burn your village down and cut your head off with a machete, but I imagine you gather the point."

And with that, McCallen stood back a bit and walked over to the NSAR troopers that had been watching the entire exchange. Frankly, they were flabbergasted... and in some regards, feeling undermined and acutely aware of their lack of importance to the NSAR as a whole. They'd been told absolutely nothing about why they'd been sent to patrol the shit-hole of the desert at the far frontier of the NSAR's outer reaches. And yet apparently the top big-wigs knew about this? Their commander had allowed them to roam a dangerous area, with armed potential enemies on patrol, just for the incidental chance they'd run into each other?

Davis, Sanchez and Wong gave McCallen an uneasy and hesistant stare as he relayed orders to them. The orders became less and less audible to the NNR soldiers who stood patiently and surprisingly calmly as they heard the incoming rotor blades of exactly what McCallen had just called in. A Vertibird. Technology that they themselves had harnessed and were all too familiar being flown for deployments or having supplies delivered. It slowly appeared over the sand-dune, a sand-beige colored Vertibird, emblazoned with the NSAR's black beaver and star military insignia and with the initials 'NSAR' all over for good measure. As the NNR soldiers watched it arrive, and were amazed by the similarities in terms of how the new republic they'd just encountered had developed with their own, they were suddenly surprised to see Davis and Wong standing in front of them with hands outward, as though expecting to be given something. They had a somewhat solemn yet duty-bound look on their faces, a far-cry from the shouting, panic and unprofessionalism they'd shown when first met at gunpoint. Davis would be the one to explain what they were waiting for.

"Look, McCallen over there says we gotta take your guns and whatnot before he can let y'all on the Vertibird. If you can't give us to them peacefully, well, you know... Just keep it smooth like you been doing, and hand over any and all weapons you got, OK?"

As the Vertibird got close to the ground, hovering over a smooth and flat piece of the desert landscape, the back could be seen to be opening. It revealed around 6 Veteran NSAR Rangers, all-clad in their full riot armor and armed with Light Machine Guns, Service Carbines, and Hunting Shotguns. Two of them held a couple of open hand-cuffs in their hands.

McCallen looked over at the scene, and gave a sort of salute to the Rangers as they surveyed the scene from the open part of the Vertibird. Then, turning back to face what would basically be their new interrogation captives, he winked and spoke.

"'Fixed those up too', you said, boy? Well... you've also got Vertibirds in Nebraska. That's good to know. Keep info like that until you're squeezed in the interrogation room, but stuff like that's what the big-wigs were wantin' to hear'."
"We won't be taxing, bureaucratic hypocrites forever!"
We're fighting a costly, not at all drawn-out war against the Roman cosplaying enslaving scumbags known as Caligulas Legion! Suck it and die from your 'headaches', you bald b*stard.
Are you aggressively coked-out? Do you join regions for no reason? Do you like copious amounts of drugs, eating Mexican food from taco trucks and the searing hot desert sun? Join Calexico and Mexicali then, moron.
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The New Nebraska Republic
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Founded: Nov 01, 2023
Compulsory Consumerist State

Postby The New Nebraska Republic » Thu Nov 09, 2023 12:57 pm

Last Known Transmission Zone, NSAR - February 25th, 4:20 PM:



"...Fine, but if so much as one bullet is gone... oh, never-mind."

Moraine reluctantly handed over what he had- a fully-loaded NNR service rifle, a 10mm pistol with a bayonet on the end, and a large combat knife with a rubber-plastic grip- to the NSAR. He signaled for the others to do the same, and they did. Once they had been disarmed, they did what they were told and got on the Vertibird.

Eventually, sitting in the Vertibird, the group seemed to be in a bit of shock looking at what was left of the West Coast, and how it had been rebuilt since then. However, nobody said much, or even asked where they were going.
Welcome to the New Nebraska Republic!
Nebraska set in the Fallout universe? Yes.
"I'm not quite sure what the hell is going on here!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"We used to have corn, now we're just a militarized democracy. Good ol' American ideals!" - NNR President Richard Conley
"I specifically told you to shut up" - NNR President Richard Conley
New Omaha Radio News: NNR restores Oprake AFB's experimental pre-war bomber plane to working order, plans to use it in possible battle against The Nebraskan Enclave | President Conley's Defencetron mysteriously goes missing, again | Cheese factory discovered to be untouched by outside forces near Wyoming border |

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Butatlu
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Ex-Nation

Postby Butatlu » Thu Nov 09, 2023 1:17 pm

Chicago, Chicago Wasteland Area

The mission was approved and soon 4 squads selected between the most trained, strong, disciplined, and armed in a total of 24 men, along with more troops from the local comunities that were allied to the CPRF. After being dropped by Vertibirds, the Small CPRF force united with a part of the reinforcements of the locals and marched towards the last location of the attacks. Cover to cover, the men reached the location where they found a group of bandits.

CPRF Assault Soldier 1 : " I can count a total of 7 contacts, 1 on the turret, 3 near a Old Car, 2 checking a pair of bodies and 1 Is on the radio, ready to call for backup if anything goes South "

CPRF Assault Soldier 2 : " Roger that, squad Alpha, take cover and eliminate the 3 near the car, Squad Beta, eliminate the Radio Operator, Squad Delta, take care of the rest, "

In a pair of minutes the group of 7 bandits was immediately under fire and reduced by 2 agonizing bandits. The leader of the CPRF Assault Team, Captain Hawthorne, decided to interrogate the two of them


Hawthorne " : you were responsible of the attacks at the caravans? Who is your leader and what are your plans ?

Bandit 1 : " Screw you ! "

Hawthorne : " Sighs, -Gunshot-, so you want to talk or you want to follow your friend?

Bandit 2 : " OK Ok, Steel Joe wanted to make the caravans pay to be escorted, and he wants to take the reigns as the Warlord of Chicago, you can find him at an Apartment complex 2,3 Km away from here "

After another gunshot, the CPRF force continued its march thowards the leader of the bandits, ready to end his rule on the city
Republic of Butatlu


An African Island near the Angolan Coasts and ex portuguese colony, Butatlu is now a modern democratic republic

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New San Andreas Republic
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby New San Andreas Republic » Thu Nov 09, 2023 1:26 pm

Flying Over NSAR Senora Territory, NSAR - February 25th, 4:31 PM:

The ride in the Vertibird had been an uneasy one, that's for sure. McCallen, sitting on one side with two Veteran Rangers, one on each side. Meanwhile, Philips, Moraine, Charleston and McCale, sat on the either side, each side of them having 2 Veteran Rangers standing guard. There was scarcely any need, as they'd been disarmed as well having been hand-cuffed, but it was presumably one of the NSAR's bureaucratic net of rules that was being followed. The sounds of the rotors inside the Vertibird was deafeningly loud, but Philips was sure she could hear the heavy, respirator-like breathing of the Veteran Ranger who stood next to her. She studied them. A gas mask-like face armor, complete with light blue eyes and a green helmet. 'LSPD RIOT' on the body-place. A large brown coat draped across their back. And in their hands? This particular Ranger held a gun that reminded her of their NNR-issued Service Rifles, nervously and habitually loosening and re-tightening their hands around the grip and the handguard.

McCallen could spot the uneasy looks on his NNR captives, and decided to, as much as he was permitted to and within the confines of his job, put them at ease with some explanations. Of course, as no one was wearing headsets inside, he'd have to do his best shouting over the sound of the rotors.

"Y'KNOW FOLKS, I WOULDN'T COUNT ON GETTING YOUR GUNS BACK. CHANCES ARE, WHEN WE TOUCH DOWN, AND YOU'RE TAKEN AWAY FROM HERE, THEY'LL BE TAKEN APART. EXAMINED. YOU KNOW, TO SEE WHAT MAKES EM' TICK? I'M JUST GONNA BE HONEST WITH YOU ON THAT."

McCallen saw the look of the NNR troopers change dramatically at this reveal. Their guns, of which they'd found themselves quite attached to throughout their service, would be taken apart and dissected for their guts almost as though they were an alien species. McCallen had more.

"IN FACT, SAME'LL PROBABLY GO FOR YOUR ARMOR. THEY'LL WANNA GET A LOOK AT THAT, TOO. SEE IF HOW IT WORKS, IF IT'S LIKE OURS. SEE IF THERE'S ANYTHING WE CAN LEARN. WE'LL PAY FOR 'EM IN THE EVENT THAT WE END UP TALKING TO THE NEBRASKA BIG-WIGS, I'M SURE."
"We won't be taxing, bureaucratic hypocrites forever!"
We're fighting a costly, not at all drawn-out war against the Roman cosplaying enslaving scumbags known as Caligulas Legion! Suck it and die from your 'headaches', you bald b*stard.
Are you aggressively coked-out? Do you join regions for no reason? Do you like copious amounts of drugs, eating Mexican food from taco trucks and the searing hot desert sun? Join Calexico and Mexicali then, moron.
Do you too wish to patrol the Senora, almost making you wish for a nuclear winter? If so, consider joining our Embassy Program

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Republic of Rio Grande
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Ex-Nation

Postby Republic of Rio Grande » Thu Nov 09, 2023 1:29 pm

Planes and Tribes

It was a funny thing really, that tribals were still in the RRG, but the RRG had made deals with many of the tribes, granting citizenship to many of them. The policy of "Pay no Mind" had worked exceedingly effectively for Guerra's administration. The RRG had no reason to hunt and exterminate tribals, if anything, they had reasons to keep them around, it wasn't Grande's forces that took out Enclave forces in the Southern regions of the Republic, it was Tribals. The tribes that were hostile had been forced out of the nation at gunpoint, and sometimes by other Tribals who worked with the Republic. Effectively, the Tribals had become an extension of the fledging state's army. Yet, for tribals like Running-River, there was never any problems, the Brahmin she herded would fetch a pretty cap in Gloria. Ironically for the Southern Territories, it could effectively be called Tribal Territory, the only major claims the Republic had yet placed on the region were mostly just trading points, frontier settlements, and Military Outposts. River always loved this part of her route, watching the metal birds the skinless men would use. There was something fascinating about it, did they even have Skin? Or did they wear the strange attire because they could? Pulling one of the loose Brahmin back into the herd, she would let her mind take back over as she saw one of the birds come in to land, unlike the birds she hunted, these ones did not flap their wings, instead they were loud, very loud. Stopping the herd at a small stream she watched as it began to slow down, the bird pulling its legs down as it came closer to the ground. Eventually hitting the long flat that they needed to take off, River found that strange, didn't the birds know they could flap their wings to land and fly better? River then thought to herself, 'Maybe they like challenge.' With that she felt content and herded the Brahmin back together, moving them to the nearest trading point to sell them off for a few caps.

I'd be more than happy to RP a skirmish with the Legion.

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