First of, I want to say that I'm not english, but am Icelandic, so my english isin't 100%. But, I'm trying to learn better.
I've been playing with this story in my head for a while, and am now writing it.
It happens a few months after Fallout: Tactics.
Tell me if I should continue with it.
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War.
War never changes.
No matter who are fighting, for what cause they belive is just, war never changes.
Even when one side isin't even organic, and is just following what they were programmed to do.
However, the victory for that war, came with a high price.
Not only had the Brotherhood suffered great losses, but almost all of the technicol data in Vault 0, is now heavily coded.
It might take centurys to even begin cracking the codes.
.
Of course, if the Calculator had been on-line, it would have taken the Brotherhood mere seconds to access the data the Ancients had put.
But, the Calculator was no more.
The Brotherhood's greatest warrior and his squad, had infiltrated Vault 0, and after much fighting, had gained access the Calculator's lair.
But, despite the squadron's experience in betrayel, the discovery of general Barnaky's abondentment of the Brotherhood, shocked them to the core.
They had no choise, but to destroy the former general.
Then, the warrior was faced with two decisions.
To replace the Calculator's corrupt data by giving away his brain and become one with the system, or let the Calculator destroy itself.
He chose the latter.
For what reason, remains to be seen.
Now, the Brotherhood is going through a dark time. With they're numbers almost gone, and they're outposts beeng destroyd one by one by raiders who have banted together, the Brotherhood faces an extinction.
Unless something is done quick, all the work and all the lives people had sacrifised them for the rise of the new Brotherhood, will have been for nothing.
Now the warrior, now a general and a legend among his fellow brothers and sisters, must face the threats of the Wasteland, that threaten the Botherhood he has so dearly protected and fought for.
But he is not alone.
He has his squadron, who has grown and become an Elite unit. Together, they are a force to be reckon with.
However, with each decision, no matter how small it is, have they're consequences.
And the warrior's last decision had dire consequences, and have haunted him ever since.
Wether if he is prebeared to fight yet another war, remains to be seen.
.........
A slaughter has occured.
In the desert, where the smoke is coming, there is a medal structure. The structure is surrounded by bodies, smoking turret guns, remains of vehicles and more bodies.
All vehicles are in ruins, except for two Humvees that are parked in front of the structure.
In front of the structure's entrance, a man wearing a dark-blue Advanced Power Armor is leaning against the structure.
His helmet is lying on the ground, and his Pulse Rifle is leaning against the wall next to him.
He is looking up with his eyes closed, as if waiting for something.
On the right side of the chest on the power armor, there are several silver stars, indicating that the wearer is a general.
And yet, his face is young.
Next to the stars, a small name-tag is present.
It has the name 'Blair'.
He lower his head, and opens his blue-grey eyes.
Though he is young, about 20 to 21, his eyes hold a massive experience.
This young man has seen much, and experienced even more.
Footsteps from the structure's entrance draws his attention.
Out from the structure walks another man wearing a dark-grey power armor, carrying a medical bag over his right shoulder, and holding a Pancor Jackhammer. His helmet has also been removed.
This one is also young, and holds a history of experience.
A small name-tag is on the armor's chest, reading 'Diablo'.
The young general looks at Diablo.
"Well?"
However, Diablo shakes his head.
"No survivors. Judging by the state inside, it all ended quickly when the raiders broke in."
"Dammit." Blair closes his eyes, a yet another blow to the Brotherhood. Diablo continues. "It get's better: none of the doors were blown open, and the attackers mutilated most of the bodies, carving they're signs. It's the same ones that have been attacking all the outposts for the past months. The Wolfs."
Blair is silend for a moment, he then pulls out a radio.
"Farsight. Report."
"Farsight here." A female voice replies. "No visuals on the attackers. They must be long gone. As usuall." The last part is with bitterness, and Blair knows how she feels.
"Target and Krldraav, what about you guys? Found anything?"
"Only where the raiders came from, and where they went when they had they're fun. Krl thinks they attacked from west, and then ran to north."
"Right towards the mountains." Blair mutters, looking at the mountains in the distance. He then speaks to the radio.
"All units: Continue to follow you're orders until told otherwise. Blair out." He then puts the radio away.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps are heard, and suddenly a huge Super-Mutant comes from the structure's corner, wearing a silver body armor all over his giant body, holding a Browning M2, and walking towards Blair and Diablo, who are not startled at all.
"What have you found out, Bob?"
"Just finished checking out the structure's outside contision. Aside from stray bullet holes and black marks, the only entrance the raiders came through, was the main door." His heavy voice booms.
"And just how the hell did they do that without blowing it open?" Blair says, while looking at the structure's entrance. "Knocked and asked politely if they could enter?"
There is a bit of silence, wich is broken by Diablo.
"Maybe they got some geek on they're team. Someone who knows enough about eletronics to hack into security doors."
"Well, since our lovely Wolfs always blow up the security consoles, we can't tell wether if they hacked into it, or something else." Blair points out, feeling very tired from many things.
"But, how else did they enter?" Bob asks, now also leaning against the wall.
"Either they got a geek-boy with them, or there is a leak inside the Brotherhood." Blair says, knowing all-too well how people can change.
"Wha-no way! Why would someone do something like that?!" Bob yells, and Blair wonders for a moment if he just lost his hearing.
"Why not? The Brotherhood isin't exactly at a golden age, so it's easy for someone to snap, and say 'Ah fuck this!', and then starts selling info in exhange for money." Blair knows that this is something a leader shouldn't say, but he and his squad have experienced much. They can handle it.
There has been a silence for almost two minutes, when Blair turns his head to Diablo.
"I assume Mouse is working on the computers?"
"Yes. He says he should be able to repair some of the generators, just enough to re-establish communications to HQ. It will take some time, though."
"This is almost starting to be routine." Blair suddeny says.
"What?"
"This. This is the 6'th outpost that we've been send to investigate due to a communication silence, only to find everybody dead. A fuckin' routine."
Blair then pulls out the radio and speaks, before Diablo or Bob can comment.
"Blair to all units: It's obvios the attackers are long gone. Return to base. We have not yet re-establish contact to HQ, and until we do, we got some bodies to bury. Aside from you, Mouse. Continue the repairs, and when you're in contact in HQ, tell them what we've found, and request orders. Blair out." Blair then spoke to Diablo and Bob.
"You two. You will dig the graves, and we'll put the bodies there." With a mumble of 'Yes sir', Diablo and Bob start walking towards the two Humvees for shovels, leaving Blair alone.
why? Blair thinks, Why didn't I take the other choise? Things might actually be very different if I had.
Blair shakes for a moment, but stops himself. He can't afford to break now. Not now, not when so many people depent on him.
Blair takes a deep breath and lets it out. Feeling just a bit better, he picks up his helmet and energy rifle, and heads for the Humvees.
He can see the rest of the squad coming.
They now have the responsability to give they're fallen brothers and sisters, a burial where they can, hopefully, rest in peace.
I've been playing with this story in my head for a while, and am now writing it.
It happens a few months after Fallout: Tactics.
Tell me if I should continue with it.
................................................................
War.
War never changes.
No matter who are fighting, for what cause they belive is just, war never changes.
Even when one side isin't even organic, and is just following what they were programmed to do.
However, the victory for that war, came with a high price.
Not only had the Brotherhood suffered great losses, but almost all of the technicol data in Vault 0, is now heavily coded.
It might take centurys to even begin cracking the codes.
.
Of course, if the Calculator had been on-line, it would have taken the Brotherhood mere seconds to access the data the Ancients had put.
But, the Calculator was no more.
The Brotherhood's greatest warrior and his squad, had infiltrated Vault 0, and after much fighting, had gained access the Calculator's lair.
But, despite the squadron's experience in betrayel, the discovery of general Barnaky's abondentment of the Brotherhood, shocked them to the core.
They had no choise, but to destroy the former general.
Then, the warrior was faced with two decisions.
To replace the Calculator's corrupt data by giving away his brain and become one with the system, or let the Calculator destroy itself.
He chose the latter.
For what reason, remains to be seen.
Now, the Brotherhood is going through a dark time. With they're numbers almost gone, and they're outposts beeng destroyd one by one by raiders who have banted together, the Brotherhood faces an extinction.
Unless something is done quick, all the work and all the lives people had sacrifised them for the rise of the new Brotherhood, will have been for nothing.
Now the warrior, now a general and a legend among his fellow brothers and sisters, must face the threats of the Wasteland, that threaten the Botherhood he has so dearly protected and fought for.
But he is not alone.
He has his squadron, who has grown and become an Elite unit. Together, they are a force to be reckon with.
However, with each decision, no matter how small it is, have they're consequences.
And the warrior's last decision had dire consequences, and have haunted him ever since.
Wether if he is prebeared to fight yet another war, remains to be seen.
.........
A slaughter has occured.
In the desert, where the smoke is coming, there is a medal structure. The structure is surrounded by bodies, smoking turret guns, remains of vehicles and more bodies.
All vehicles are in ruins, except for two Humvees that are parked in front of the structure.
In front of the structure's entrance, a man wearing a dark-blue Advanced Power Armor is leaning against the structure.
His helmet is lying on the ground, and his Pulse Rifle is leaning against the wall next to him.
He is looking up with his eyes closed, as if waiting for something.
On the right side of the chest on the power armor, there are several silver stars, indicating that the wearer is a general.
And yet, his face is young.
Next to the stars, a small name-tag is present.
It has the name 'Blair'.
He lower his head, and opens his blue-grey eyes.
Though he is young, about 20 to 21, his eyes hold a massive experience.
This young man has seen much, and experienced even more.
Footsteps from the structure's entrance draws his attention.
Out from the structure walks another man wearing a dark-grey power armor, carrying a medical bag over his right shoulder, and holding a Pancor Jackhammer. His helmet has also been removed.
This one is also young, and holds a history of experience.
A small name-tag is on the armor's chest, reading 'Diablo'.
The young general looks at Diablo.
"Well?"
However, Diablo shakes his head.
"No survivors. Judging by the state inside, it all ended quickly when the raiders broke in."
"Dammit." Blair closes his eyes, a yet another blow to the Brotherhood. Diablo continues. "It get's better: none of the doors were blown open, and the attackers mutilated most of the bodies, carving they're signs. It's the same ones that have been attacking all the outposts for the past months. The Wolfs."
Blair is silend for a moment, he then pulls out a radio.
"Farsight. Report."
"Farsight here." A female voice replies. "No visuals on the attackers. They must be long gone. As usuall." The last part is with bitterness, and Blair knows how she feels.
"Target and Krldraav, what about you guys? Found anything?"
"Only where the raiders came from, and where they went when they had they're fun. Krl thinks they attacked from west, and then ran to north."
"Right towards the mountains." Blair mutters, looking at the mountains in the distance. He then speaks to the radio.
"All units: Continue to follow you're orders until told otherwise. Blair out." He then puts the radio away.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps are heard, and suddenly a huge Super-Mutant comes from the structure's corner, wearing a silver body armor all over his giant body, holding a Browning M2, and walking towards Blair and Diablo, who are not startled at all.
"What have you found out, Bob?"
"Just finished checking out the structure's outside contision. Aside from stray bullet holes and black marks, the only entrance the raiders came through, was the main door." His heavy voice booms.
"And just how the hell did they do that without blowing it open?" Blair says, while looking at the structure's entrance. "Knocked and asked politely if they could enter?"
There is a bit of silence, wich is broken by Diablo.
"Maybe they got some geek on they're team. Someone who knows enough about eletronics to hack into security doors."
"Well, since our lovely Wolfs always blow up the security consoles, we can't tell wether if they hacked into it, or something else." Blair points out, feeling very tired from many things.
"But, how else did they enter?" Bob asks, now also leaning against the wall.
"Either they got a geek-boy with them, or there is a leak inside the Brotherhood." Blair says, knowing all-too well how people can change.
"Wha-no way! Why would someone do something like that?!" Bob yells, and Blair wonders for a moment if he just lost his hearing.
"Why not? The Brotherhood isin't exactly at a golden age, so it's easy for someone to snap, and say 'Ah fuck this!', and then starts selling info in exhange for money." Blair knows that this is something a leader shouldn't say, but he and his squad have experienced much. They can handle it.
There has been a silence for almost two minutes, when Blair turns his head to Diablo.
"I assume Mouse is working on the computers?"
"Yes. He says he should be able to repair some of the generators, just enough to re-establish communications to HQ. It will take some time, though."
"This is almost starting to be routine." Blair suddeny says.
"What?"
"This. This is the 6'th outpost that we've been send to investigate due to a communication silence, only to find everybody dead. A fuckin' routine."
Blair then pulls out the radio and speaks, before Diablo or Bob can comment.
"Blair to all units: It's obvios the attackers are long gone. Return to base. We have not yet re-establish contact to HQ, and until we do, we got some bodies to bury. Aside from you, Mouse. Continue the repairs, and when you're in contact in HQ, tell them what we've found, and request orders. Blair out." Blair then spoke to Diablo and Bob.
"You two. You will dig the graves, and we'll put the bodies there." With a mumble of 'Yes sir', Diablo and Bob start walking towards the two Humvees for shovels, leaving Blair alone.
why? Blair thinks, Why didn't I take the other choise? Things might actually be very different if I had.
Blair shakes for a moment, but stops himself. He can't afford to break now. Not now, not when so many people depent on him.
Blair takes a deep breath and lets it out. Feeling just a bit better, he picks up his helmet and energy rifle, and heads for the Humvees.
He can see the rest of the squad coming.
They now have the responsability to give they're fallen brothers and sisters, a burial where they can, hopefully, rest in peace.
