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((Collab Post between shadowsaint007, Vulkan, and Letter Bee))
"I'm in the hangar, Corporal!" shouted Alan, "and where are Barre and my 'Hedonists'; don't tell me you lost them on the way!"
Alex looked up as the colonel spoke to him, "They are gone, sir. The hedonists are all KIA, except maybe one, and Barre has run away. Probably planning to defect. Im heading for you now."
Pausing only to slash the throat of the last hedonist, he stalked from the room, a rare smile etched into his face.
"Bullshit, Corporal! Barre hates me, but he hates muties only a little less!" Alan said as he began firing at the oncoming Gabe and the Brotherhood forces...while getting shot at himself. "Just come here!"
And with that, his hand armor got blasted off by a lucky shot from one of his former prisoners, giving an opening to Dogmeat...
The dog needed no encouragement to attack. With a snarl, he dodged around Alan's gunfire, and leapt at the open spot in the armor, sinking she sharp teeth in. With the ferocity granted by survival in the wasteland and the hunting instincts of milennia, he hung on stubbornly, snarling as he twisted and gnawed, trying to open up as many blood vessels and tear up as many muscles and ligaments as he could. The taste of blood only heightened his intent, and he bit down on another bit of exposed flesh.
Gabriel took the chance to aim, taking care not to hit Dogmeat. His priority was knocking the gun out of Alan's hand, though with the rifle he was carrying, it would also reduce the hand to a pink mist - an outcome that didn't bother him any.
"Take him down!" ordered the Paladin captain. "Just... don't hit the dog, I guess."
A couple more heavy rounds to the kneecaps forced Alan down, allowing for a couple rounds in the back. Sufficiently satisfied, the Paladins got the hostages to rush to the Vertibirds, while some of the remaining Paladins returned to the hidden APC. Gabriel had to practically pry Dogmeat off Alan's carcass.
"Quick, to the Vertibirds!" cried out the Brother-Captain. "Grab a couple and get the hostages and wounded out! We'll meet you back at base! Now move!"
Gabriel moved to head to the APC, Dogmeat following close behind. He jumped into the now-roomy hull, since the wounded were to be transferred by air. He held Dogmeat in his lap, scratching the pleased dog behind its ears.
"Good boy, Dogmeat," he crooned. "I owe you a big treat when we head back..."
Soon, the stolen Vertibirds had made their escape, with the APC making dust trails behind it as it made its way into the Wasteland and back to the Brotherhood Citadel.
And Par left with them, saying:
"If I'm right, we're going to be facing a new Enclave leader soon..."
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Alan groaned; the attack had done a number on him, but he was not out yet. If he could just get some medical attention, and quickly...
In his dazed vision, he sees an Enclave powered armor trooper, and reaches out for help.
"Get me... to... a medical station..." he groans.
Alex walked up to the prone body of the colonel, knelt down, and inspected him. His injuries were serious, but not life threatening. If he got him to a medical station, he would be fine. Slowly, he put a hand to his comlink, slowly pulling it off his helmet.
"Medical station..." he spoke, looking into the colonels eyes
"...there are no survivors.." as he said that, he crushed the comlink in his power armored fit, slowly dropping the remains on the colonel's face.
"Heh...heh...heh. So it ends. Sic Semper Tyrannis, right?" Alan then looked at Alex.
"What will you do? Take over? There's still a last sizable remnant at Vault 81, but your morality probably won't allow you to side with them. Ideals...the Mutie, Naked Slave, no...Par, you're wrong about him; he does understand. And both of you are deluded."
"No truth but power, no ideal but pleasure..." a chuckle.
Alex looked at him, the smile gone from his face, replaced by a stare as cold as ice. Almost a minute passed, then he spoke.
"You know what sir?" he said, the back of his armour opening up and him stepping out.
"You might be right. Right now, i am watching you bleed out on the floor, no one to help you, betrayed by one of your best soldiers, watching everything you strived for being laid to ruin, just because you couldnt resist one more sex slave."
"And as i watch you, i have never felt more powerful."
He reached down, taking a combat knife from the floor.
"And what i do next...i will take great pleasure in it."
He pressed the edge of his knife to the colonels throat.
"Now die, you degenerate piece of shit."
"I made your mother scream at 15 -" Alan said before the knife sunk in and blood spurted out from the wound on his throat, splashing Alex with red, before finally, the Colonel's legendary endurance gave out, and he finally died.
"And so ends the Colonel's reign; I killed his puppet President and freed the fellow Enclave members he neural-chipped, just to be sure," a voice said behind him - Jose Barre, accompanied by two Power Armored Soldiers.
Alex turned around, the blood dripping him his face making him look like some sort of demon.
"Im surprised you are still alive. Going to try and kill me now? Murdering the colonel? I doubt it. You have been a turncoat from the beginning. I cant blame you though. After all, so was i, at least from a certain point of view. A shame you killed the president though. I was planning on doing that myself. I suppose two out of three isnt bad though."
"From the beginning?!" Jose Barre's chest and cheeks puffed out, and it was clear that he was going to suppress a laugh. "I only became a turncoat after Alan took over; that's when I knew that our last chance was gone. After all, if you haven't noticed, we only number a few hundred people now; kill all the muties and we won't have enough to build a new America. Leave the Muties alone...and we'll still not have it."
He then turned to Alex.
"I am gathering all remaining Enclave forces for a last stand at Vault 81; we'll die there, but we'll have died without compromising our beliefs." More Enclave forces, as well as civilians, were streaming in."
"You are welcome to join us."
Alex looked at him, then at the corpse of Alan, then Barre again.
"You know what doctor?"
He smiled, slowly climbing back into his power armour.
"Hiding in a vault, like a coward? I dont really fancy it. Im going to do what you are too frightened to do, and kill as many of them as possible. Im not going to just hide behind a door and wait for the brotherhood to come to me. You are welcome to die in that place though."
He turned around, and paused.
"One out of three it is then. I think i would rather you die cowering behind a vault door rather than at my hand."
"Factual error, Alex Anderson!" Jose Barre said as a last barb before he too would leave. "Vault 81 has been refurbished with an aboveground fortress since we got there; do your research!" And with that, his bodyguards with him, he went to the Vertibird, which would take off.
The doctor didn't need to be so nasty, but Alex's own points had stung.
Alex walked away, but stopped as Barre dropped a single word that was presumably intended to shock him.
"...ive known that for years, doctor. I figured it out a long time ago."
((Collab between Letter Bee and Vulkan))
Enclave Base One - JFK Airport
When the Vertibirds returned to the Enclave's complex, Alan greeted his puppet President, Edward Dusk, who showered him with accolades before everyone in his group. Then, after Alan reported that Liberty Island was secure and a garrison had been set up on the formerly free city, the old man smiled, before giving a small speech:
"You have done well and served the Interests of the United States of America. For that," he pulled out a magnetic medal that would stick to Alan's Power Armor, "I award you with the US' Medal of Honor." He then smiled as he stuck it to Alan's chest; he enjoyed the position of 'puppet'. President Dusk then turned towards Alex, and gave him another, lesser magnetic medal, one that was made of gold instead of platinum.
Then, after that, Alan turned towards Alex, walking towards the sniper and putting a hand on his shoulder.
"You did well, Corporal Roniel, you may yet achieve my rank someday. But now I must give you another duty." He then turned to Par, still naked except for his slave collar, and walking behind Alan obediently.
"Guard my Naked Slave for me, and make sure none of my ''Hedonists'," Alan's own personal squad of goons, "get to him before me. Also, help him prepare for his...duties."
"Escort him to the baths, and order the Worker Robots to give him an enema, cleaning him inside as well as outside. Then, once he is bathed, take him to Doctor Jose Barre, and tell him to give him some laser eye surgery, as well as shave off all hair not on the top of his head, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Then after that...test his intellect, talk to him; I don't want to have my way with an unintelligent 'flesh doll'."
"Hmm...I also heard it takes a few days for eye surgery to 'set in', so keep him safe, clean, and fed for that time." He grinned. "I find that anticipation and waiting spices up the appetite."
"You know..." Alan leaned in close, "I like you. You might even be my Heir Apparent; none of my Hedonists are as militarily adept as either one of us. So just follow my lead, and you might control," he gestured across the lobby of the former Airport, "all of this one day."
Alex listened carefully to everything the colonel had said, managing to hide his irritation at being turned into a glorified jail guard and guiding this poor idiot to all sorts of interesting adventures. However, the Colonel's last words made his ears prick up. Command wasnt his favorite, but he was capable of doing it if he absolutely had to. Controlling this entire place was very appealing. He knew the first change he would make...
He suddenly put his mind back into reality and not the future, and turned to the colonel. "Thank you sir, i wouldnt know about the whole anticipation and waiting thing in this context...". I better get the mutie to his appointments." He drew his laser pistol, the one that had been modified to pacify rather than kill. Poking par in the back, he escorted him away, not even bothering to look at the pathetic puppet in the corner.
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Alex had changed out of his armour while his prisoner was being attended to, and was currently wearing his military longcoat. He sat down, gesturing for the prisoner to do the same while he stared at him with eyes as cold as ice. He didnt exactly want to visualize what had happened to the prisoner so far. He wondered if the prisoner would even want to talk.
"Your name?"
Par sat down, a little frightened, but not to the point of incoherence. Unknown to Alan or Alex, he had already sized up what he saw of the place, marveling at its technological sophistication but at the same time, also observing the enemy's strength.
"Paradise Rapids, but you can call me Par," the former merchant said, not attempting to cover himself. "Interesting place you have here, but I can tell that a lot of the retrofitting is both recent and obvious. This was not a military base in the beginning, isn't it?" He reviewed his knowledge of Pre-War New York. "JFK National Airport. I can see why you'd want this place."
"So, Alan asked you to test how smart I am. Judging by your expressions, you must not think of me as that."
"No. Not particularly. And we use this place because it is best suited for our aims. " Alex said simply.
Before Alex can move to his second question, Par then jumped in with one of his own.
"I can tell you don't like being your commander's errand boy. Is that the case?" More questions came out. "If so, then why do you serve him - is it because you see him as keeping America strong?"
Alex was irritated. Why was this mutie so talkative? Other soldiers handling prisoners wouldnt have to deal with this shit. Part of him wished that this mutie just yelled a lot like all the other prisoners that he had seen now and again. Not to mention, some of those questions seemed to show that he had learned a lot of things about the enclave after only being here a short time.
"The colonel has led us well. Under his leadership we will make this country great again."
Par tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. He was curious now, as well as skeptical.
"All true, all true; as long as the military victories keep coming, any...quirk can be forgiven, any discomfort can be bottled up." A chuckle.
"And you said 'Colonel', not 'President'." Relaxed shoulders, a sign that Par felt no threat.
"I talk and talk in order to defend myself, to give myself a few crucial seconds before Alan ravishes me. He told you that he can wait a few days; those days will be enough for my friends to reach the Brotherhood; find a way to rescue me. And even if you tell your Colonel this, he'll be arrogant enough to humor me."
Alex laughed, although there was absolutely no humor in it whatsoever.
"If your brotherhood find us, we will just reenact what we just did on liberty island. We are better trained, more advanced and better organised." He gave another humorless smile. "Your allies won't get past our first blockade."
He was tempted to voice his distaste for the "Quirks" but decided to keep his trap shut.
"Yes, because the Enclave has such a good record of holding a defensive line," Par was a little sarcastic. "Either way, one final question and I can go to sleep, hopefully dreaming of more delaying tactics."
"If your leader wasn't bringing home the metaphorical bacon, would it be right to say you would have 'fragged' him already?"
"If our leader was incompetent, we would have removed him by any means necessary. Now get up. We are done here." Alex got up, and gestured for Par to follow him.
Par got up, looking pleased with himself as Alex guided him to a spare bedroom, where, after finally covering himself up with a blanket, he slept.
He knew this; that he had found out more information about the Enclave and perhaps even some internal tensions, and that was the best he can hope for.
Enclave Base One - JFK Airport
When the Vertibirds returned to the Enclave's complex, Alan greeted his puppet President, Edward Dusk, who showered him with accolades before everyone in his group. Then, after Alan reported that Liberty Island was secure and a garrison had been set up on the formerly free city, the old man smiled, before giving a small speech:
"You have done well and served the Interests of the United States of America. For that," he pulled out a magnetic medal that would stick to Alan's Power Armor, "I award you with the US' Medal of Honor." He then smiled as he stuck it to Alan's chest; he enjoyed the position of 'puppet'. President Dusk then turned towards Alex, and gave him another, lesser magnetic medal, one that was made of gold instead of platinum.
Then, after that, Alan turned towards Alex, walking towards the sniper and putting a hand on his shoulder.
"You did well, Corporal Roniel, you may yet achieve my rank someday. But now I must give you another duty." He then turned to Par, still naked except for his slave collar, and walking behind Alan obediently.
"Guard my Naked Slave for me, and make sure none of my ''Hedonists'," Alan's own personal squad of goons, "get to him before me. Also, help him prepare for his...duties."
"Escort him to the baths, and order the Worker Robots to give him an enema, cleaning him inside as well as outside. Then, once he is bathed, take him to Doctor Jose Barre, and tell him to give him some laser eye surgery, as well as shave off all hair not on the top of his head, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Then after that...test his intellect, talk to him; I don't want to have my way with an unintelligent 'flesh doll'."
"Hmm...I also heard it takes a few days for eye surgery to 'set in', so keep him safe, clean, and fed for that time." He grinned. "I find that anticipation and waiting spices up the appetite."
"You know..." Alan leaned in close, "I like you. You might even be my Heir Apparent; none of my Hedonists are as militarily adept as either one of us. So just follow my lead, and you might control," he gestured across the lobby of the former Airport, "all of this one day."
Alex listened carefully to everything the colonel had said, managing to hide his irritation at being turned into a glorified jail guard and guiding this poor idiot to all sorts of interesting adventures. However, the Colonel's last words made his ears prick up. Command wasnt his favorite, but he was capable of doing it if he absolutely had to. Controlling this entire place was very appealing. He knew the first change he would make...
He suddenly put his mind back into reality and not the future, and turned to the colonel. "Thank you sir, i wouldnt know about the whole anticipation and waiting thing in this context...". I better get the mutie to his appointments." He drew his laser pistol, the one that had been modified to pacify rather than kill. Poking par in the back, he escorted him away, not even bothering to look at the pathetic puppet in the corner.
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Alex had changed out of his armour while his prisoner was being attended to, and was currently wearing his military longcoat. He sat down, gesturing for the prisoner to do the same while he stared at him with eyes as cold as ice. He didnt exactly want to visualize what had happened to the prisoner so far. He wondered if the prisoner would even want to talk.
"Your name?"
Par sat down, a little frightened, but not to the point of incoherence. Unknown to Alan or Alex, he had already sized up what he saw of the place, marveling at its technological sophistication but at the same time, also observing the enemy's strength.
"Paradise Rapids, but you can call me Par," the former merchant said, not attempting to cover himself. "Interesting place you have here, but I can tell that a lot of the retrofitting is both recent and obvious. This was not a military base in the beginning, isn't it?" He reviewed his knowledge of Pre-War New York. "JFK National Airport. I can see why you'd want this place."
"So, Alan asked you to test how smart I am. Judging by your expressions, you must not think of me as that."
"No. Not particularly. And we use this place because it is best suited for our aims. " Alex said simply.
Before Alex can move to his second question, Par then jumped in with one of his own.
"I can tell you don't like being your commander's errand boy. Is that the case?" More questions came out. "If so, then why do you serve him - is it because you see him as keeping America strong?"
Alex was irritated. Why was this mutie so talkative? Other soldiers handling prisoners wouldnt have to deal with this shit. Part of him wished that this mutie just yelled a lot like all the other prisoners that he had seen now and again. Not to mention, some of those questions seemed to show that he had learned a lot of things about the enclave after only being here a short time.
"The colonel has led us well. Under his leadership we will make this country great again."
Par tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. He was curious now, as well as skeptical.
"All true, all true; as long as the military victories keep coming, any...quirk can be forgiven, any discomfort can be bottled up." A chuckle.
"And you said 'Colonel', not 'President'." Relaxed shoulders, a sign that Par felt no threat.
"I talk and talk in order to defend myself, to give myself a few crucial seconds before Alan ravishes me. He told you that he can wait a few days; those days will be enough for my friends to reach the Brotherhood; find a way to rescue me. And even if you tell your Colonel this, he'll be arrogant enough to humor me."
Alex laughed, although there was absolutely no humor in it whatsoever.
"If your brotherhood find us, we will just reenact what we just did on liberty island. We are better trained, more advanced and better organised." He gave another humorless smile. "Your allies won't get past our first blockade."
He was tempted to voice his distaste for the "Quirks" but decided to keep his trap shut.
"Yes, because the Enclave has such a good record of holding a defensive line," Par was a little sarcastic. "Either way, one final question and I can go to sleep, hopefully dreaming of more delaying tactics."
"If your leader wasn't bringing home the metaphorical bacon, would it be right to say you would have 'fragged' him already?"
"If our leader was incompetent, we would have removed him by any means necessary. Now get up. We are done here." Alex got up, and gestured for Par to follow him.
Par got up, looking pleased with himself as Alex guided him to a spare bedroom, where, after finally covering himself up with a blanket, he slept.
He knew this; that he had found out more information about the Enclave and perhaps even some internal tensions, and that was the best he can hope for.
@LetMeDoStuff
Er...ive already done a few air vehicles myself. Please wait for me to answer next time. I suppose those can be added to the ones i already have though.
Ground vehicles have no names so far though, so you are welcome to invent a few of those.
God, i have all this lore in my head and i have nowhere to put it.
Er...ive already done a few air vehicles myself. Please wait for me to answer next time. I suppose those can be added to the ones i already have though.
Ground vehicles have no names so far though, so you are welcome to invent a few of those.
God, i have all this lore in my head and i have nowhere to put it.
@AtomicNut
Im liking all of them, except dropships and starfighters. The old world didnt use space very much, beyond as a place to stick their biggest weapons and send a big ship to. They used hypersonic aircraft and other cool shit like that.
I already had a name for the WDD's, but yours is better, so im stealing it. Satellites are just the tip of the iceburg though.
Im liking all of them, except dropships and starfighters. The old world didnt use space very much, beyond as a place to stick their biggest weapons and send a big ship to. They used hypersonic aircraft and other cool shit like that.
I already had a name for the WDD's, but yours is better, so im stealing it. Satellites are just the tip of the iceburg though.
@Vocab
Sorry, i didnt make it clear, can you take him with you when you withdraw? The director general is probably gonna want to see Alexei and Nick.
@LetMeDoStuff
Hmmm, im open to other ideas, but maybe the group in the sewers could pop up next to where he is being held?
Sorry, i didnt make it clear, can you take him with you when you withdraw? The director general is probably gonna want to see Alexei and Nick.
@LetMeDoStuff
Hmmm, im open to other ideas, but maybe the group in the sewers could pop up next to where he is being held?
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