[Forum Game] Fallout Realism: II

[Captain Ozwin]

((Who is currently in charge of Jacobstown? preferably who is doing rp of the said person in charge))

 

[Lonelylurker]

((Marcus the Mutant/me. Hop on Coldfront to talk))

 

[sealy300]

Kelvin walked down to the waterfront; it was bustling with activity. Various traders of all sorts were down there today: crabbers and fishermen with their mutated haul, merchants of all sorts with fineware from as far north as "NYC" and "Boston", though Kelvin himself had never been to those places. Finally there were the food traders from inland; banners of the "Republic of Dave", Vault One Hundred and One and his hometown of Megaton flew above the various market stalls. Ships were coming in and out of the port; with new goods and catches from outside the Polotec bay. Kelvin saw something that 30 years ago was unthinkable: a port city. He turned to his left and saw Rivet city, & it's accompanying town, standing over what was now DC like a bastion of the future. He then turned to his left again and thought of his hometown out in the wastes. What it once had been and what it was now, he then saw about 15 people come out of the Metro-tunnels as a growling voice said "Have a nice day" before the train left. This was unthinkable to his mother or father, but here it was: DC, a city reborn. He continued to walk, as he always did, before returning to congress for the day's business, it was something to do with trade and ships today.
"Rather fitting, no?" he muttered to himself while continuing to stroll.

 

[Captain Ozwin]

TO MEET WITH MARCUS
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Chase directed two super mutants carrying his belongings to his room in the Lodge, he carefully eyed the large box. "Whatever you do, don't drop that, place it down gently please."
One of the Super Mutants grumbled. "Ah why do we have to carry this humans trash, he has two arms and legs."
The second Super Mutant placed things according to Chase's instructions. "Because Calamity said it was important we help him so we hurry and do this then we have the rest of the night off."

Chase looks around. "Okay we need to get this bed out and then we can bring in the flight simulator." The tow super mutants removed the large bed and took three trips carrying the flight simulator in chunks. "Thanks guys okay i just need a few more favors if that's okay." They both groaned this time. "I just need a wrench, a hammer, a screwdriver, some electronics and a power generator, and then I can take care of all the difficult work." The two super mutants left and Chase started putting together what he could without tools. He had taken apart his flight simulator nineteen times and but it back together eighteen times, today he would be putting it back together for the nineteenth time and it would be the only working flight simulator in all of Nevada. He had made sure of it since the Legion had taken Nellis Air force Base when he was nine he made it his personal mission for almost nine more years taking apart the flight sims, he couldn't let savages learn to use them. He shook his head at the last thought, no not every one out here was a savage but he just remembered that's the way all the other Boomers looked at outsiders. Chase didn't have a home and in this place he was the outsider. He remembered sometime when he was twenty three he decided to sneak out a flight sim piece by piece it took him four years to do it and now he was finally going to be able to power it up and use it again. He read multiple books on pre war codeing and he could program multiple different air craft into the flight sim. He even knew how to program a rocket if he had the blue prints of course.

The two super mutants returned with the tools Chase had requested. "Oh good I have one last request." Chase having just remembered something he forgot to ask them for. The super mutants looked more agitated. "You said this was the last thing human!" One of the mutants voices raised slightly. Chase quickly apologized. "I know I know I'm sorry look all I need is a working computer, if i asked for anything else just ignore me." They waited a moment then left to get the computer .

Chase assembled more of the flight simulator and connected a few of the essential parts and hammered a chunk that was dented. When the super mutants returned they gave him the computer and left without another word. Chase powered on the computer and started adding flight codes and different things that he was basically making up to see if they would work. Essentially he was modding the flight sim for personal use later. He powered up the generator and the flight sim sparked in a few sections. He quickly turned off the Generator and made adjustments and repairs. He turned on the generator again and the sim stayed quiet. "No no no come on!" He checked for errors and tried resetting the flight sim. After a few moments it flickered to life. "YES! I've done it !! ha it works!"

Some mutants heard excited shouts outside but assumed it wasn't anything important.

 

[Corman50]

Bunker Alpha, Outskirts of Chicago​

In the command center the five Elders of the Midwestern chapter appear to be in a heated argument, with all except for Mason (who appears to be simply observing the disorder) weighing in on the discussion.

"We cannot fight a war on two fronts! Our best option still is to attempt to reconcile with our southern brothers before..."
"Brothers!" another Elder angrily interrupts "Brothers do not assault each other's borders! Brothers do not call for each other's heads! I do not know what fantasy you live in Elder Paris, but the members of the Texas chapter are not our brothers!"
"Then might I ask Elder Gladwin," a third interjects "what is your solution to our current crisis?"
"A show of our strength!" Gladwin states proudly "Post more troops along the southern border! Show the Texas chapter will not just roll over and bow to their purist doctrine!"
"That will only escalate the situation!" Paris responds.
The third Elder remaining somewhat calm asks "And where do you we get these troops you propose? Our numerical advantage is perhaps the only thing that has allowed us to hold against the Union these past three years"
"Then we recruit more of the local inhabitants, increase our numbers!"
"Are you mad!" Paris states surprised at his boldness "We've already strained relations with some settlements when we conscripted their men to fight Union, if they weren't run by Enclave personnel they might think we were warmongers! What do you think their reactions would be when we took more of their people to fight other Brotherhood members?!"
"If Enclave members didn't control the Union we wouldn't be fighting be them. The people of these settlements know this and are grateful for it and will be grateful when we stop the Texas chapter from cutting them off from the technology they've become so accustomed to."
"Your deluded!"
"More deluded than the man who thinks that after they attacked our border outposts and killed an Elder, the Texas chapter would be open to negotiation?! They would rather have an Enclave sub-group dominate the Midwest than Brothers who give two cents about the surrounding area instead of hiding in our bunkers!"
With this the fourth elder speaks, although he appears to be struggling to do so "We must not..be quick to abandon our brothers..of reason."
Glawin turns in frustration "You too Augustin? Has everyone one in this room turned against me?!"
"Not completely" the third Elder responds
"Sinclair!" Paris shouts "You can't be agreeing with any of the things he's saying!"
"Don't mistake my words, posting troops on our border will certainly do nothing but spark the conflict. However I do believe that the Texas chapter is far to rooted in their purist doctrine to make diplomacy anything more than a holding action and war will be inevitable, I just think we should try hold it off until we are in a better position in our current conflict."

This spark even more bickering among the Elders until Mason jumps up from his seat shouting ""Enough!" turning their attention to him.
"If this is how we have been making decision until this point it's no wonder the Union was to kill Davision so easily when we could not! If we go at every challenge with petty bickering then our enemies will have no problem deciding for us!" With that he begins to leave the room.

"Mason!" Paris shouts"Where are you going!"
"You rose me to Elder, your equal, so that I could lead, and that is what I intend to do" Mason exits

 

[oxfordroyale]

Caius Gallus Salinus

Age: 24 (2976)
Faction: The Legion
Position: Imperial Legate, Follower of the Rightful Imperator Caesar​

Born in the spring of 2976 to Gallus Merula Salinus, one of Caesar’s best warriors and the man entrusted with the protection of his son and heir, Octavius Caesar Augustus, Caius Gallus Salinus is a true son of the Legion. Trained in all manner of warfare and weaponry from the time he could walk, Caius is the embodiment of a warrior and one of the most skilled fighters in the Legion. Physically, Caius is quite imposing – he is incredibly strong, tough, and much taller and broader than most men his age. He is also no lightweight mentally - he has been taught by his father in matters of strategy (finding personal inspiration in the military legacy of the first Caesar, the founder of the Legion and the Son of Mars himself) and possesses a cunning and resourcefulness one might not expect given his brutish appearance. He is firm in his devotion to the Legion and aspires to one day be a full-fledged general with a command over thousands of soldiers. Caius grew up watching over the young Jack Sallow as one of his many guards, developing a friendship and admiration for the boy’s intelligence and strong character. Following his father’s death in the winter of 2997, Caius was chosen to succeed him as the leader of the eighty man force sworn to Jack, now named Octavius Caesar Augustus. He believes Caesar to be the rightful ruler of the Legion, and will stop at nothing to ensure this becomes a reality by defeating the reviled pretender Vulpes.

 

[Lonelylurker]

"Hey chief, that kid I told you about with the flight simulator"

"Yeah, he change his mind?"

"Nope, he did it, his gadget works"

"OK, send him in and lets see what he wants"

 

[oxfordroyale]

The Art of War

- A joint IC with Sneaky -​

The city of Denver had fallen the night before without a fight to their forces, having had the vast majority of the 12th legion defect to their cause, and along with them, one of the biggest and most important cities within legion controlled lands. Augustus had set up HQ in the upper apartments of Denver, having called upon Salinus, as Augustus sat in a chair, having a man draw the right side of his face as he sat there patiently.

“... besides that, Your Excellency, there is nothing much to report. I have Longinus doing the rounds and making sure the ranks are in order and conducting queries. It’s just an estimate for now, but it looks like we have swelled our numbers by around three thousand men. An excellent achievement.” Salinus lowered the clipboard he’d been holding and stared at his emperor. Octavian Caesar was in full imperial regalia, looking much older than he truly was. He wore the golden and majestic armor of his great father, polished to a dull shine by a team of slaves, and sat straight-backed in his chair with a glorious red feather plume protruding from his helm resting in his hand. Salinus marveled at how he could like like a general on a battlefield even within the mundane confines of a bedroom.

Octavian nodded. “Good, we will need all the men, with any luck we will see more and more arrive within the coming weeks. The rumours of Vulpes building an army does however disturb me, I had hoped that we would have more time before facing a proper legion.” He looked at Salinus. “Sit down in a chair.” Before calling for a slave. “Look straight forward as he paints your face.” He said as the slave came over with a pen and paper.

“As you wish, Your Excellency.” Salinus set the clipboard aside and took a seat, watching with mild distaste as the slave assembled his materials in preparation for the painting. He had little patience for the antics of artists, but he supposed that it was necessary for one to indulge in their talents occasionally, however unpleasant. He would much rather be sparring in the courtyard then sitting still for a portrait.

“I understand your concerns, Your Excellency,” he added, choosing to utilize the situation to discuss important matters. “I, too, had not expected Vulpes to move so soon, nor to begin responding in such force. However, I also did not expect us to fare so well so early. I suppose it is a proportional response.”

“I suppose.” Augustus sat back in the chair, relaxing as this was taking some time. “So then legate, what is your solution to our current problem, how do you propose we defend this place with 3000 men, against a large army?” He asked curiously.

Salinus frowned slightly, then quickly corrected it as he remembered the painting in progress. “Normally I would first attempt to predict the strategy of the enemy general, but with Vulpes it will be difficult. The man is so militarily inept that I doubt I could predict his movements accurately … I suppose, though, that that doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. Basic strategy would dictate that when a smaller force faces a much larger one, direct confrontation is unwise. Instead, we should elect to disrupt, confuse, and harry them from all sides, whilst all the while seeking to break them into smaller parts with which we can contend with face to face. In the words of your great father, we should aim to divide and conquer.”

“Not bad, not bad at all.” He said with a smile. “Then the question is simply if you can actually do it, even if you manage to split them up, we only do have 3000 men, if he brings 30.000, then we are still fucked.” Augustus looked at him. “Perhaps it would be possible for you to use some old contacts, finding out how large an army he actually is bringing towards us, as well as the army’s loyalty and its commanders, see if we can find a weakness in there to take advantage of.”

Salinus smiled as well. “Why of course, Your Excellence. When I said we should divide and conquer, I did not mean through the use of military might alone. If the speed of which these men deserted to you is any indication, I would wager that there are many in Vulpes’ army that are dissatisfied with his leadership and prefer you as their ruler. If his reputation is even half as bad as we’ve heard, then perhaps even his best commanders would be willing to be abandon him if given the right incentive. I’m sure I can try to find out which of them would consider doing so, and at what cost.”

“Good.” The painter was done with Salinus and he could stand back up. “Is there anything else Salinus?”

“No, Your Excellency.” Salinus stood gratefully and stretched slightly. He didn’t like sitting for such long periods of time, save on horseback. “If you have nothing more to discuss with me, I would ask leave to walk amongst the new arrivals.” He gestured out the window, where numerous pit fires burned bright in the dark of night. The silhouettes of thousands of soldiers danced crazily in the firelight, and the sound of laughter and camaraderie could be faintly heard. “If we are to face Vulpes soon, I would like to get to know the men more before we are running into battle.”

“As you wish.” Augustus said as he straightened his head and looked ahead. “Salinus, thank you for coming, and believing in this cause, they wouldn't have listened without you in there.” He said offering a slight smile. “Dismissed.”

Salinus considered disputing his leader’s statement and claiming that the men would have followed him whether he was there or not, but decided against it. He was not sure if he would believe it even if he did, and at the risk of sounding impertinent he merely returned the smile. Over the years he had learned that it was often better not to say anything in response to such instances of self-deprecation. To respond, even with thanks, would only legitimize the words in Caesar’s mind, and Salinus would not have his emperor doubting himself even in the slightest. After all, despite everything, he was still young and somewhat lacking in self-confidence as many are at his age. To become the Caesar his father was, he would have to learn to silence such thoughts and believe in his capacity to lead absolutely. And he would, in time. Salinus was sure of it.

“Have a good night, Your Excellency.”

 

[Korona]

Military of Nova Roma

The Nova Roman military is similar to the ancient Roman military in terms of administration, ranks, and discipline only. Compared to Caesar's Legion, Nova Roman legionaries have poorer arms and armor, making them substantially worse than the legionaries of Caesar. However, Nova Roman legionaries undergo extensive training before being granted the rank of milites (private). This training, as well as an extensive knowledge of tactics gathered from Vault 191 before the exodus of Nova Roma to Staten Island, makes them competent decision makers in the heat of battle. At the head of the Nova Roman military is the Princeps. He is the Supreme Commander of the military, and is responsible for planning campaigns. Directly below the Princeps, is the Magister Militum. The Magister Militum is the second-in-command of the Nova Roman military, and plays the crucial role of keeping the army an effective fighting force. He also provides counsel to the Princeps on military matters. Below the Magister Militum are the three centurions and Legate of the Legio I Nova. The most powerful centurion is the legate of the Praetorian Guard, which is the century responsible for the protection of the Princeps and Nova Roma itself. The commander of the Praetorian Guard is referred to as the Praefecti Praetorio, instead of legate. The three other legates command the four centuries of Nova Roma, each legion numbering 70 legionaries. The Praetorian Guard numbers 90, due to it's role of protecting Nova Roma and the Princeps.

Ranks of the Nova Roman Military
(From highest rank, to lowest)

Princeps

Magister Militum

Praefecti Praetorio

Centurion

Signifer (Standard Bearer)

Avocatci (Veteran)

Milites


Officers of the Nova Roman Army

Princeps: Claudius Rufus Tiber

Magister Militum: Slavko Brankovich Bulbus

Legio I Nova

Praefecti Praetorio/Legate: Decimus Claudius Drusus

Centurion: Lucius Artorius Castus

Centurion: Caeso Laberius Mercator

Centurion: Quintus Cantilius Dardanius



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[Plutonium95]

Stupid Mistakes​

Victoria crept along the ragged fence in a crouch, her boots scrapping the dry ground. She held the barrel of her assault rifle up by her head, the long, silvery barrel obscured by the red dust of the Mojave Desert. The rifle was nothing fancy to look at, but it had been machined with such care, in the steel mills of the Pitt, that there was no wobble like most guns used by the people of the wastes.

The waist-high fence in front of her was flimsy, the wood under the peeling paint was greyed with age. It smells like rot, she thought as she peeked up over the knotted boards, scanning the property before her. Far off in the hills the drive led to a large house, maybe even big enough to be called a mansion, but she couldn’t really be sure. She was hoping that the property was abandoned, open to looting, and as far as she could tell it was.

To her right she heard a low whine and turned to see Athena laying prone in the dust, her head cocked slightly to the side and her ears perked up from her head. “Hear something girl?” Wary, she sat her in crouch for several moments, waiting for Athena’s response. The dog’s ears dropped back down and she began panting again, causing Victoria to breathe a sigh of relief.
With that done, she continued along the fence, occasionally peaking her head up and scanning the property to make sure nobody was sneaky up on her. According to prospectors in New Vegas the lands north of the city were still full of riches that had been left unclaimed by those unwilling to risk their lives against the 80s. If Victoria was right, this dead little piece of land could be hiding some of those riches.

She grabbed the top of the fence and hopped over, feet throwing up a small cloud of red dust when she landed. Crouching low, she ran over to the side of a nearby well as Athena ran off to find an entrance of her own. Her clothing was terribly dusty, even after her attempts to have it cleaned back in the city, but well-tailored as befit the daughter of one of the most important people in the Pitt: a light grey leather duster, trousers and a wide belt, with thick boots at her feet. Her blond hair was tucked under a wide brimmed hat.

When Athena finally found her way to the well Victoria hurried across the grounds, examining a few small buildings that could best be described as huts and various sized tents, until she reached the main building. Its three story facade looked surprisingly well maintained but Victoria shrugged it off as she ducked inside.

The foyer was empty and she took cover in the doorway, readying her rifle in case someone did happen to be lurking around. She picked her way through the first floor of the house, checking what seemed to be a kitchen and a study. Based on the food that the kitchen was full of the place almost certainly wasn’t abandoned. Oh well. She began slowly eating a fresh peach from the kitchen as she made her way up the stairs.

She let her gun hang freely from its strap as she checked the rooms for valuables, surprised to find a few Legion Aureus coins which she quickly tucked into the inner lining of her duster. She began to make her way up to the third floor, before stopping suddenly.

A sound. Someone had entered the house, making the door creak. It was so faint Victoria almost missed it. Her heart began to pound in her chest almost immediately as she shifted her rifle down off her shoulder and fell into a crouch. Athena’s hair raised as she arched her back and a low growl escaped her lips. Unsure how to proceed Victoria began to make her way to the staircase to try to get a view of the intruders.

A group of five women had entered the house, going into one of the side rooms, probably the kitchen. Talking with each other, speaking about several new slaves captured.
Slavers, of course, just my luck. Who do they even go after up this side of Vegas? No time to worry about that now. Satisfied that the way was clear as the women went off into a side room, Victoria hurried down the stairs as quickly as she could without giving herself away. When she reached the door she opened it just enough for Athena to slip out followed quickly by herself before shutting it again. “Too fucking close, huh pup?” She asked as she took a deep breath to settle her nerves.

As she started to walk, someone yelled behind her. “Thief! Come here!” A woman in leather, with a pistol screamed, as she gathered attention to them, after a bit several other women came out, in various age groups. All the way from a young beautiful 15 year old, to a older woman in her 40s. “Drop your weapon!”

Victoria considered her options for a split second, if she shot now she’d probably get at least a few of them, but then, her father always said that patience was a virtue and killing a few women wasn’t worth dying for. She took her hands off of her rifle, letting it hang at her hip from its strap, and raised them into the air. She cocked her head to the side in a placating manner, unconsciously taking a half step to move in front of Athena. “If it matters at all, I didn’t actually take anything.” She said cheerily.

One of the older ones, clearly in charge as no one stopped her, went forward to Victoria, before hitting her, knocking her unconscious, as an argument broke out while she fell down. Hours later she woke up inside a tent on a very poor madras, with the wind outside and little to cover herself from the cold. She had been stripped of her supplies, her armor and weapons, instead simply wearing a simple outfit. Inside the tent with her sat a girl with brown hair and green eyes, and with a tan skin tone.

As Victoria began to regain consciousness she looked down at herself and around the tent, before her deep blue, almost violet, eyes settled on the brown-haired girl. She carefully touched the aching side of her head where she’d been hit. “What the fuck! I’m probably going to have brain damage you stupid tribal! Where’s my dog,” she looked down at her clothing with disgust, “and my clothes?”

The girl stood up, going over to her, putting her hand over her face, her strength larger than it looked. “Don't call me a tribal, and don't call me stupid.” Before pushing her down to the bed and letting go, going back to the chair and sitting down. “Your dog is fine, it's chained up inside the house, same for your clothes. For now however, you will stay here.” She studied her up and down. “A pretty body you have, my mother would have liked you, and you will be able to net us a nice profit, a pretty face as well.”

Victoria grimaced as pain welled in her face once again. “I don’t really care what your queer mom would have liked. And there’s no way you’re selling me to anyone, better to just let me go on my way.” She smiled to the girl. “I thought the house was abandoned.”

The girl shook her head before she stood up, going over to Victoria and slapped her. “Don't call my mother that.” She said before going over to the side, picking up a bowl and going over, handing it to her. “Here, eat this.” She looked at her for a bit of time, lost in her own thoughts. “What is your name?”

Victoria made a point of ignoring the bowl despite the hunger gnawing at her stomach. “What’s it to you?”

“I want to know who I am speaking to, and who we captured. You have balls, robbing this house, going past the fence, even committing a crime within the legion, we could have you crucified for this.” The girl said without emotion in her voice, just plain stoic.

“The house looked abandoned,” she repeated, knowingly full well it wouldn’t help, but at least partly amused to tell the lie. “Besides, you say that the Legion commands the same respect it used to. You can’t even win a war with a bunch of choir boys these days.” She opened her mouth to stretch her jaw, wincing once again. “Dumb bitch.” She murmured under her breath as she thought of the woman who had hit her. “I’m Tori- Victoria Amenth. And yourself?”

“Daniella. Now eat, starving yourself won't help.” She sat back in the chair, relaxing. “I admit, the Legion isn't what it used to be, but new winds arrive, change happen, and what was once mighty will rise again. No matter what you think, you are still in Legion controlled lands.”

“Then where was the cohort meant to protect your home?” She said snidely before taking a small bite of the food. Unsurprisingly, it tasted like shit. “Probably doing drugs and whores down in Vegas if I had my guess.”

The girl licked her lip before gaining a wicked smile that made Victoria uneasy. “Perhaps they will be doing you before long, one legionnaire after another, day after day. With your looks, you might even get the big chief, I do however hear you lack a few things between your legs to make him happy.” She said with a chuckle. “You are a reluctant one, you will need to be broken first.”
“Fat fucking chance of any of that happening.” Victoria said, her face tightening with anger as she glared at Daniella. She wondered what her father would do in this situation, but quickly realized he would never have been stupid enough to have let it happen. She sighed, laughing to herself.

Daniella laughed. “Please, at least you could make a bit of coin from it, oh wait, no you would be a slave.” She said as her laugh continued before she spoke in a more calm voice. “So, what are you doing here anyway, it's clear you weren't born in the legion.”

“Is it? How did you figure that, because I’m smart enough to spell the word ‘legion’?” She took another small bite of food from the bowl. “I’m looking for some adventure truth be told. Couldn’t find it back east.” She laughed. “Guess I found it here though.”

“Indeed, I hope you like your stay so far, perhaps the pain will eventually relent, if you do what you are told.” She watched her eat. “How is the food?”

“I can’t really say I am, no. And the food is serviceable I guess.” She shrugged.

“Be happy, you are getting more than the other slaves here, if you are lucky, you might even escape becoming a proper slave, if you prove yourself that is.” She said with a smile.

She grimaced at the thought of ‘proving herself’ to these barbarians. “Escaping altogether sounds preferable to whatever you might have in mind.”

“Escaping altogether is not likely, at least not in one piece.” Daniella said, licking her lip. “You would do nicely here, you and four others of the people we captured stand a chance of being accepted and welcomed into our group. The other either die or are sold as slaves to the Legion.”

“And how would you go about deciding something like that?” Victoria met Daniella’s eyes defiantly.

“By you passing the tests, and by you capturing your own slaves and selling them on to the Legion.” She said calmly. “Or if you refuse, I might just keep you here, you could make a fine gift for my brother when he returns, mother would certainly reward me if he manned up him.” She said, letting her thoughts run off before looking back at her. “Before you have doubts about capturing other slaves, being a slave is not a bad thing, if you have the right master.”

“I won’t capture slaves for the Legion. I’d rather you crucify me.” Victoria said matter-of-factly, folding her arms across her chest and making it clear that that was final. She saw how Legion slaves were treated, and refused to be a part of that.

“Come in.” She yelled, as two other women came in and held Victoria down (though not before trading a few punches), putting a slave collar on her, handing the remote to Daniella before they left.

“Are you sure that is the path you want to take, it’s very painful, and you will be dying for days, it is not worth the suffering.” Daniella stood up. “Finish eating and come with me.”

Victoria pushed the bowl to the side without finishing it and stood up, stumbling slightly before regaining her footing. Yeah, the ringing in my ears and the lack of balance probably means brain damage, idiots. Who wants a slave with brain damage? “Go on.”

As they went outside, they stood in a smaller camp, fifty or so slaves in total, with 20 or so women with firearms standing guards. Daniella led her onwards, walking past slaves of every age. “See, old people, children, young girls, and women. All will be sold into slavery.” She kept walking forward until they reached a woman around 25 of age, her face bruised, her legs lying in a weird angle. “She has ruined her legs, she used to be a prostitute, and a customer beat the living shit out of her, now she is here, a slave, only to be sold again.” Daniella looked at Victoria with a curious eye. “Is it really worth it for you, to be sold into such a thing, simply to avoid having others sold into slavery, others who would eventually be captured anyway?”

“But if I did that then I wouldn’t get a chance to slit your brother’s throat.” She laughed loudly. As she stood there with a slave collar on her neck she could see why her father would see all of this as a joke, with the practiced cynicism that had driven her to travel west.

Daniella shook her head, hitting her across the face. “Not something to joke with, besides, I doubt you would even dare to do so. My brother is a different sort of man than you might expect, even something like you might learn some manners in his presence. To wish for the death of a man you have never met, now that is true cruelty, you would really fit in nicely here.”

“He’s a legionnaire that keeps slaves like this,” she motioned to the woman, a look of sad disgust on her face. “And presumably supports your efforts to capture more to be sold into the terrible conditions of the Legion. That says everything I will need to know I think.”

She laughed. “You mistake my brother for a legionnaire, a man of metal and swords, a fighter.” Her laugh continued. “You might be surprised if you saw him.” She started slowly walking around her, a finger running over Victoria’s shoulder. “Perhaps I should not give you to my brother after all. He wouldn't hit you enough, beat you enough, smack you enough to put you in your place.” She leaned in closer. “He wouldn't spank you enough.” She whispered lightly into her ear, while grabbing her ass with one of her hands, squeezing it. Victoria would have broken her jaw there if not for the collar around her neck, settling instead for an angry glare. “Then again, if you did piss him off, he would give you such a beating that you would need a new set of teeth.” Daniella shook her head and smiled. “But yes, he supports this, its how the Legion is built, it's the way of life here. The Legion needs more slaves, it keeps other people happy, and the economy going.”

“I know my place, and it’s far above this.” Victoria said as she shivered and took half a step away from Daniella. “The Legion practices a barbaric type of slavery, there is nothing more to it. You’d never see a woman like that back in my home.”

“It does, not much difference from here, the biggest difference is the punishment. 15 years ago, the man who did that would have been severely punished by Caesar, but Vulpes is different, and have different priorities. It is true that it is no longer the same legion.” Daniella looked at her. “Slavery here doesn't have to be a bad thing, many masters are kind to their slaves, as long as it is within a proper order, and a connection is made between the masters and the slaves. You might eventually enjoy the life of a slave, which you now enter, when you have gotten used to it. If you actually knew your place, then you would not speak of my brother’s death, but you will learn it soon enough, one way or another.”

“No matter how much you say it I still don’t think this is something that I’ll ever enjoy, I can promise you that.” She worked her finger lightly against the place where the collar met her throat. “If I would, you probably wouldn’t need this to keep me here.”

“You have too much fight in you for me to remove that collar, perhaps one day, but not now. Come.” Daniella said as they walked inside the house and down to the basement, where barking could be heard. “You will stay here, with that dog, as long as it behaves, you can keep it, if it attacks us, it will be put down. Understand?” Daniella said as she turned towards her.
“Put her down and I’ll break every bone in your body,” Victoria growled, not unlike Athena sometimes did.

“Then control her. We will bring a bed, or at least something for you to sleep on, then let's see in the coming time, what kind of slave you would make, and if you will be worth the trouble.” She said as she left the basement.

Victoria flipped her off as she went.

 

[Galren]

Prologue: The War Chant​

Twelve years ago, the people of the Southeastern Coast lived in relative peace. Although life in the wasteland was as harsh here as anywhere else, the people were able to carve out cities to live in and, for the most part, remain independent.

That all changed when the Super Mutants attacked. Once Richmond was sacked, the Super Mutants had attracted the ire of many cities and settlements in Southeastern Virginia and North Carolina. Their combined efforts were futile, though.

Never in the history of the Southeast did the people ever face a Super Mutant horde like Facade's. The Super Mutants simply proved to be superior than the disorganized militias the Southeastern cities had for defence. Within a few battles, the people knew why the Super Mutants had taken out Richmond. They also learned to fear the Super Mutants.

Now, a constant chant by the Super Mutants could be heard through Mutant territory: "RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!" The slaves, from having been under the thumb of the Super Mutants for long enough, knew exactly what was happening.

The Super Mutants were organizing their army. Wherever they were going, the friends and family of the slaves taken away by the Super Mutants knew that those taken away are probably going to die.

 

[Noco19]

Solus Solarii​

Age: 24 (2276)
Faction: The Legion
Position: Centurion

Had Solus Solarii been born not but a few years early, his world, and name, would have been much different. Born amongst what was once called the Sun Dogs, a petty tribe of the West, before Solus had yet been alive a year, Caesar's Legion came with all the fury that befitted the Son of Mars. His people were broken, his family butchered, and in its place was erected a completely new set of morals, structure, and civilization. And it was glorious.

Like many, Solus had complete reverence for Caesar and his ambitions, leading Solus to dedicate himself wholly to the Legion. Raised by Legion priestesses and then tutored by true Legion men, noon he rose through the ranks, brutally earned through the slaughter of profligates and scum. However, his true ascent came from the blood of his fellow Legionaries, both valiant and cowardly. Too young to participate in the glorious Mojave campaigns, Solus believed that he would prove himself in another, even more glorious fight.

But this was not the case. After Caesar passed back into the heavens, Vulpes (the Fangless Viper, Solus would think to himself), would lead the Legion into disaster. Attached to the Utah campaign, Solus would see his fellows butchered due to gross incompetence at the hands of abject savages. He would earn himself notoriety during this campaign when, in a fit of anger, Solus struck down a centurion loyal to the idiocies of Vulpes, as well as the supporting decanus. Rather than punishment, a few sympathetic Legionarries would vouch for him, stating that the centurion had acted disgracefully and cowardly, earning him not death, but promotion. The steady stream of deaths allowed Solus to eventually become centurion himself, though he himself felt it was wrong, that he was not a true centurion; the position should come from blood earned, not blood lost.

Following the Utah campaign, Solus proved to be chief among those who found animosity with Vulpes and his bastardization of the glorious Legion. When the son of Caesar himself emerged from the wastes, Solus knew that it was a divine sign, that Mars had indeed been displeased with Vulpes, and that this son must rule to bring back order.

((IC Character))

 

[Captain Ozwin]

"Hey chief, that kid I told you about with the flight simulator"

"Yeah, he change his mind?"

"Nope, he did it, his gadget works"

"OK, send him in and lets see what he wants"

Chase was finishing the last of his personal coding into his flight sim. "Well I sure hope this works." He folded his hands and rested his face in his hands. He had never been more nervous or more excited about any peice of code he had ever written. He wasn't even sure if it would work . He cautiously moved his hand to the enter key to upload it the flight sim when a super mutant appeared in his door way

"Human! Marcus will see you now." Chase nearly jumped up out his skin. "Dont do that ... Knock please.. Wow. " -chase bank took a deep breath- "Okay I'm ready." Chase followed him to Marcus's office. When he arrived he greeted Marcus and decided to lay out his plans and proposals.

"Marcus I want to help lead your space program, I want to fly on of the rockets as well , I want to go beyond my limits as a pilot and reach further heights." -he looked Marcus in the eyes, with confidence explained everything he could do to start Jacobstowns technological revolution. " I have successfully dissembled and resembled my flight simulator and I can build more, I understand how they work I have mine all powered up in my room, I can save countless resources , materials , and hours of research by programing the schematics of your rockets into the flight simulator and see if they will fly without even having to assemble them with up to 90% accuracy." -Chase took a deep breath and slowly exhaled - "I've read multiple books on pre war coding and I can code basically anything into the simulator to be flown, and with the appropriate resources I believe I might be able to build larger flight simulators so that super mutants could use them and learn to be pilots, it might take a little longer to train them but Marcus I'm asking you to think about what Jacobstown could be , with its own successful and efficient space program as well as its own standing air force, and that's all just on the surface in sure with research and time we could make even further break throughs... And that's everything I have to say also I would also like to know if I could become a permanent resident of Jacobstown it be easier to work from home." Chase ended the last sentence with a calm smile.

 

[Lonelylurker]

Marcus waited patiently as the bright-eyed kid in front of him finished his pitch.

"Well you've got enthusiasm, I'll give you that, and your VR rig would certainly be useful. But lets not get too far ahead of ourselves, we already have a re-useable launch vehicle, and while I'm sure we'll want to develop a better one eventually but that's a long ways off."

"Just a single satellite costs more than twice our annual revenue"

"But it's not all bad, we can certainly use a qualified pilot and if you want to fly in space I guess you're in the right place. Just don't expect it all to happen at once."

"You can move in with the technicians and set up your gadget in the Hopeville Silo."

Calamity interrupted. "Hopeville chief? Not Repconn?

"Hopeville" Marcus said firmly "You know how possessive the Brotherhood can get about high-tech stuff. If he can make more of them then We'll put one at Repconn.

He turned back to Chase.

"Hopeville is an old missile silo east of here, and about the most secure place around. But I hope you're not claustrophobic."

"And Chase. I'm trusting you a lot here, but you will be watched."

Marcus stood up to his full 9 foot height with arms bigger around than a humans legs.

"Don't make me regret this."

 

[Maxwell500]

Doctor Isaac A. Harlow
Dean of the Whitaker College of Health Sciences​

Name: Doctor Isaac Allen Harlow
Born: January 9th, 2228 (72)
College: Whitaker College of Health Sciences
Biography:

Born in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts in 2228 to two scientists of the Institute, the young Isaac Harlow spent most of his childhood surrounded by technology and various reading materials. A child prodigy he distinguished himself throughout his years in the Institute's Junior Academy, eventually graduating in 2246 and joining the Institute's Medical Sciences Division.

Pursuing a full study in medicine, medical sciences and gene alteration theories he would be issued with a doctorate in 2253 and receive assignment to the surgical team of the Medical Sciences Division: operating on humans, androids and studying their cases. Over the course of the next fifteen years he would continue such duties, eventually rising to become Chief Surgeon of the Division and one of most influential figures in Medical Science in the Commonwealth.

Doctor Harlow would seek more however: his early successes and rapid rise within the Division had made him highly ambitious and he desired not only to rise higher in the Division but also within the Institute. Over the course of the next five years he waited patiently, all the while making friends and increasing his reputation, before eventually moving to oust the Head Doctor of the Division, attaining the title for himself.

A key visionary of the android application and their uses he steamed ahead with the project alongside a number of colleagues including Doctor Zimmer. The loss of a number of androids and a few critical failures however damaged his credibility and after a particularly bad altercation with the Head Dean of the Institute, Alexander Johnson, he found himself unable to advance further and that his funding was insufficient.

His authority was further eroded by the spiteful Head Dean when the Institute reformed the Commonwealth into the Technocracy of Massachusetts: the divisions within the Institute were abolished as it itself became the governing body of the new technocratic state, instead they were replaced by a number of Colleges and with Harlow at odds with the Head Dean he found he was not named the Dean of the Whitaker College of Health Sciences, instead relegated to the minor role as a Professor.

Luck would grace him however with Johnson's stroke in 2282 and his replacement by Doctor Fowler of the Sloan College of Management. With a new face and a new chance, Doctor Harlow reinvigorated himself and having composed a number of thesis as well as involving himself more in the College he succeeded in ousting the incumbent Dean with a well organized 'coup' by the Professors.

With a large budget and ambiguous objectives to follow the Dean set out to entrench himself and build his legacy: experimentation on gene alteration, artificial body parts and the likes reached an all time high and although many ended in horrific failures they were hidden away and the results filed away as 'sensitive state material'.

Now at the dawn of a new century, the aging Dean wishes to prove himself once more, to advance the cause of the Technocracy.

Positions:

Chief Surgeon of the Medical Sciences Division (2268 - 2273)
Head Doctor of the Medical Sciences Division (2273 - 2281)
Professor of the Whitaker College of Health Sciences (2281 - 2285)
Dean of the Whitaker College of Health Sciences (2285 - Present)

 

[XVG]

The next morning Jacob woke up early. After making sure the coins were in order, the inventory books in order and all matters of business handled with accuracy, he begun to study his collection of maps. Museums, private houses and military bases had been looted, and Jacob had brought the collection to his base. All cleanly ordered in an old rusty filing cabinet. Jacob took one of the maps; it was a map of the United States from the year 2075. He took a pen and a marker and begun to put notes. While doing those he started to mumble in his thoughts.

"Ahh. The Commonwealths. There’s Mid-West, the Plains and the North. But what are they made up of? Minnesota. Mostly empty. Dakotas. The Union. Nebraska, Kansas. Mostly empty too. Colorado. The Romans. The Dog Town. Heh, so much gold and caps can be acquired from there. Iowa, Missouri. The Brotherhood. Wisconsin. Mostly empty wasteland. Whoever could even survive there? Illinois. The heart of Mid-West, the stronghold of Brotherhood. Chicago is my main source of income. Such a lovely and prospering city. Indiana, Michigan. What lies there? Mostly empty I presume. And there, Detroit. Now Motown. If it indeed is a real city as they say, my caravans must get there."

Jacob’s finger moved to the border of the Mid-West and East Central. He moved his finger around the map, familiarizing with the city names and brushing up his memory.

"Ohio. And after that we arrive to the East already. There’s the East Coast. The true heart of America. The true land of profits too I assume. Unless it was nuked too badly. But I doubt everything is in ruins. A patriot must have risen and created new order and prosperity. Ah. Pennsylvania. Pittsburgh. The Pitt. Yes I have heard of it. Is it Pittsburgh? It must be."

Jacob took a pen and begun drawing a line. "Dog Town. Kansas. Chicago. Motown. Ohio. The Pitt. Sooner or later I will reach from coast to coast. I will spread to the whole of this glorious land with my caravans, with my merchandise. Like the Silk Road of the World of Old, I will build a link, a continuous route of trade and wealth, which will bring forth unity to us all. But I am here. Backwards Minnesota. Nothing ever happened here. No markets, no large towns. No profits. Nothing of interest. Unless of course…"

 

[Maxwell500]

ROBCO INDUSTRIES UNIFIED OPERATING SYSTEM
COPYRIGHT 2075-2077 ROBCO INDUSTRIES
-Server 1-
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Welcome to the Whitaker College of Health Sciences
#System Upgrades Courtesy of the College of Engineering, Computer Science and Robotics
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> Access Open Projects
> Access Research Information
> Access Patient Records
> Access Echo Division Data
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RobcOS v.85
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| User Log:
| >> Administrator (RobCoID 2791-H)
| >> Admin: DOC HARLOW
| Welcome user, DOC HARLOW
| >> Access Echo Division Data
| >> Password ****** Entered
| >> Echo Division Data Opened
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ECHO DIVISION DATA

Project METHUSELAH - Approved

Project PROMETHEUS - Approved

Project EXODUS - Approved

Commencement of Project EXODUS scheduled for FEB 2300.
> Budget Allocation: 10,000 Caps
> Completion Schedule: JUN 2302
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RobcOS v.85
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| User Log:
| >> Administrator (RobCoID 2791-H)
| >> Admin: DOC HARLOW
| >> Edit Data for Echo Division
| >> Code **** Entered
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| >> Data Synchronization Complete
| >> Administrator Log Out
| >> Admin: DOC HARLOW
| Good bye user, DOC HARLOW
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[AzagalTheGreat]

Skynet broadcasts a message throughout Fort Meade

Attention Presidential Candidates

All Presidential Candidates have now registered themselves in Skynet and all eligable voters have now voted. Election results have been determined . Please thread carefully with this information, it is Class VI secret intelligence. The Presidential Candidates are to come to my Central hub and retrieve said information immediately.Voice Access has been granted for said individuals.

The results being printed

((Secretary Madison Barlett wins a narrow supermajority and is now the President of the United States of America))​

 

[Mikkel Glahder]

General Wells looked up from his papers when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." He said and an officer from the 6th Ronto district stepped in. "Sir," he began while saluting, "the populace of District 6 has seen a weird animal nearing their houses and they are very scared. May we use force against this dangerous creature?" Phillip stared, a bit uninterested before he said: "How much of a danger can such and animal cause? It's not like it is mutated bear, is it?" "Well, sir," the officer hesitated, "It is almost of that size, it has dots and is some kind of yellowish and black. Looks like a big cat." Phillip raised an eyebrow, "I'll take a look at it. Lead the way Major." "Yes sir." Came the response.

It was snowing rather heavily, making it hard to see but the General didn't seem to care one bit. When they arrived, the Major said: "Don't go any close sir, the animal is not far ahead. You can almost hear it growling." Hmmmm, it does look like a leopard. I remember seing one of those in a book once. But why is it so close to us humans? "I don't think it wants to hurt us, it is... hungry of some sort. Bring some food and quickly." But... but sir," "I said bring some food, and do it now." "Yes sir." When the officer came back with some food that was ediable by a predator, Phillip moved closer with it. As he had expected, it didn't attack him, but rather moved closer, much more friendly, as it's ancestors once had done in the zoo of Toronto. Most of the animals from that time, were long dead, but some were more persistent. It quickly became his new friend and moved with him whereever he went. Sometimes sparkling fear in the general populace. Sometimes even his own officers, but General Phillip didn't care and took it as a symbol, that he was the one to tame the North.

The Snow Leopard, named Jack, err excuse me... Captain Jack Worraps​

 

[Jako473]

To Her Benevolent Highness Marie,

Your majesty, the excellence of the Pitt is known across the wastes and anyone who is anyone must fear your father's legacy, and praise your future. I, myself, have seen some recent renditions of your magnificence and may I say that you are a prize lily in a grand jamboree.

Pleasantries aside, the reason for my letter is not all for sweet-talking, Alistair and your father I would like to say had an amicable understanding, and despite our contact having been shattered in years away from the fall of Paradise Falls.. I would like to renew the past oaths of our two.. Shall I say, fronts. Tenpenny Tower is a corporation above all else as you must know, while we do employ an utopia seen nowhere else across the wasteland, we obviously do not have the resources to spread this great dream throughout the wastes.

This of course does not directly coincide with your, well, national-socialist dream, of every worker doing his part towards a united dream of a better tomorrow. Despite this, my capitalistic tendencies drive towards a future for some, you could say. This is why I am proposing a new railway, connecting The Pitt directly to the Tower, and its outlying factories.

To do this? We could use some of the existing railways, but that aside, you need not apply any of your human resources on this dangerous project. My own protectrons shall construct it, provided you bring the steel, of course. The reason for this plea is that while I enjoy living inside my private penthouse, it isn't anything that rewards greater dividends, and almost a couple decades of negligence has brought upon us a confederation that threatens the very livelihood of this entire region. I require protection, supplies, trade. My simple robots cannot protect me, nor can the sworn guards that I have trusted with the well-being of the estate. I can provide you with much, all I need is an outlet, and our factories can become the combined envy of the entire coast, of the entire wasteland! But well, without that..

You must make no mistake, these goons who speak of renewing some semblance of government that destroyed the entire world are a threat to not take lightly, especially since their inclusion of some of the most despicable kind around(a certain brotherhood, despite the fact they employ women.. Gods, I will never understand American fraternities). This isn't a hopeless venture I assure you, the Tenpenny name speaks far and wide, and there are quite a few who would rather see the death of them, then the measly existing they call life. I assume you know all of this already, however. So, a partnership this can be, or perhaps something more? I am always open to negotiation.​

May you respond in good health and we can speak of this in greater detail, upon this letter I also send you the finest vintage in the Tenpenny Winery, and an invitation to see the Tower in person.
Your loyal and upmost friend, Sir Edward Tenpenny​