BoS FoB

“We have reports of new activity of Caesar’s Legion. I need a scouting party to look into the region known as Yellowstone, fair warning, it’s the site is over a known superVolcano, so keep explosions to a minimum.” The Cornell told us in our briefing. “You all will have two Armored Infantry with you. Light Infantry will work as main scouts, Armored will operate as support if the need arises. The NCR wants this done professionally so that’s why they asked us, but our second objective is a listening outpost in the old national park. Do I make myself clear!”

“Sir yes sir!” We said as we left to board our Vertibirds.

That was four hours ago.

“Plasma Bomb!” One of my comrades yelled as the Legion kept us pinned down.

“I’m gonna try and draw their fire, flank around them!” One of the Power Armored soldiers said, a Minotaur, as he ran out there, with his Heavy Repeating Laser Cannon, and started firing upon the enemy's’ position. That managed to draw the Legion’s attention, distracting them from the rest of us.

“Snipers! Pick them off!” Our Commander yelled.

“I see them.” The other Power Armor soldier said, a female Gryphon, flying up to a higher position and took them out with her own Sniper. Once taken care of, she provided Sniper Support to her Minotaur comrade, keeping the enemy occupied as some of our scouts snuck around the right and got behind them, throwing Grenades to flush the Legion out, as we killed the rest of those who survived the Grenades.

“Finally, We’re clear.” The Commander said as she looked to me. “Paladins, I need you two to move up!”

Nodding my head, I and the two Power Armored Soldiers moved forward. Scouting the area ahead, and making sure not to get caught off guard. The last thing we need is to get ourselves into knee-deep shit. So far, things were quiet, but that might as well be a bad thing. We were cautious, looking around every corner, through every window of destroyed buildings.

“We’re clear.” The Gryphoness whispered.

I nodded as I called the rest of our forces over, and to have them keep an eye out since we never ran into any more resistances. We set up inside a building and waited, as the rest caught up with us.

“Shit, Sir, Nevermore nest, two Buildings to the south. Looks like they just left to hunt.” The Gryphoness told me as I looked to the nest that took up half a Forest Ranger Barracks roof.

“Fuck.” I cursed as our unit regrouped with us. “Ma’am, we got Nevermore in the area,” I warned our Commander, pointing out the nests to her.

“Great, we’ve got to move to a better spot.” She said as she loaded her weapon. “Grab what ammo you can from the place, but we’re traveling light! Pallidens you may need to leave your power armor.”

“With all due respect, but I’ll take my chances.” The Minotaur replied.

“Same here.” The Gryphoness stated.

“Your choice, but we need to move fast!” Our Commander said as we started marching.

“Sir, the main Legion Base is a Kilometer to the west.” A scout told us.

“Okay, so far so good. Let’s take up residence in there.” She said, pointing to a more suitable building as we got out of sight. “Alright, what is the status of the enemy stronghold?” She asked the scout.

“Well, it seems this group is repairing tanks. They also are getting power armor. Seems to go against the Creed, are we sure it’s Legion?” another scout told us.

“They must be getting desperate, and seeing as there are nests of Nevermore, they’re gonna all the firepower they can muster.” The Commander said. “Let’s see if we can even the odds a bit. We cannot let their Tanks reach operational capacity, so they need to be destroyed.”

“Uh...three are operational.” The same scout said before a tank round hit our position. “SHIT!”

“NOW YOU FUCKING TELL US!” She growled as we were forced to scatter into smaller groups.

“HEAVY FIRE!” One of the Light Infantry yelled as a few scouts were killed by 5mm from advancing Legion heavy troops.

“Fuck! Fervus, deal with the Tank! I’ll handle the Heavy Troops!” The Minotaur said to the Gryphoness, laying down suppressing fire.

“TANK!” A scout said as the shell hit the Minotaur head on.

“AGRH!” He growled, the impact sending him flying before hitting the ground.

“Shit, we need to fall back!” The Commander said before her head was blown off by a Legion sniper.

“Commander down!” A light infantryman said.

“What do we do now!?” Another shouted, already panic and distortion was festering within our ranks.

“Fall back!” Fervus yelled as we started getting mowed down.

“We’re not going to make it!” another scout yelled.

“Not with that damn Tank in the way!” I snarled as I did something practically stupid. I rushed towards it, getting behind it, used all of my Grenades and placing them on the underside of the tank’s fuel, taking it out and launching myself into a building.

In the end, though, my unit was destroyed. I was left for dead, but the Legion was also gone from the area.

“Heh, guess this is a good way to go, Ad Victoriam.” I chuckled, feeling myself bleed out.

“Shit, we really missed a battle.” I heard, as my vision faded. “Hey, this one’s not dead!”

“Grab him. No point letting the man die in this horrible place.” I heard before I blacked out.

One Week Later

“Hey, Private, you still with us?” I heard a familiar voice called out.

“Leave him be, Deus. He’s still recovering, after all, he did just destroy a Tank unit.” Another familiar voice said to the first. “I’m just glad he made it, though I can’t say the same for our unit.”

“Er...what?” I asked, slowly opening my eyes.

“Hey, Fervus, he’s waking up.” The First spoke, as I turned to see the Minotaur and Gryphoness to my left, without their Power Armor on.

“Yes, I can see that, Deus,” Fervus said with a sigh.

“What happened?” I asked them. “The last thing I remember was our unit getting chewed out by Legion forces, I rushed a Tank and destroyed it, and bleeding out after that.”

“Well, at least he remembers that part.” The Minotaur, Deus, sighed before telling me. “Private, as brave and courageous as you are, our unit was still wiped out. Fervus only managed to pull me out and we thought you were dead. The mission was a total failure.” He explained.

“But, how am I still alive?” I asked the two.

“I believe our new friends can tell you that,” Fervus said as the door behind her opened. Moving out of the way, I saw a female Wolf with cybernetic arms and legs and a Zebra Ghoul. “These two are the ones that just managed to pull you out, barely saving your life.”

“Hey.” She said, wheeling a Raider Mare with broken arms and legs in a little red wagon behind her.

“Hey,” I replied. “Thanks for saving me. But what were you doing all the way out there?”

“Trying to get to the Commonwealth.” the She-wolf said. “Looking for a Mirror little miss Raider here had her fellows break.”

“A Mirror?” I asked in confusion.

“They're capable of getting from one place to another.” She said.

“Magic, that archaic old method? Tech could do the same with less power.” Deus said, looking skeptical. “We stopped using such powers when we found out how to use Electricity.”

“You're looking at Teleportation. The travel I was referring to was based more on other worlds. Going from one to another without loss of body.” she said.

“So you’re abandoning our homeworld then,” Fervus said, looking disappointed.

“No. I am planning on helping, but afterward, I'm seeing if the next world is better.” she sighed, a hand on her toned abs.

“Are you sure that is wise?” Deus asked, looking a little concern. “How can you be sure that the next world, whether or not this Mirror works, is gonna be better than ours?”

“It sure is better than being jumped by myogenic Roman knock off or a Raider addled on Chems.” She said, gingerly rubbing her robotic limbs at the joint. “And… I don't want to bear another… Bastard again.”

“It’ll be alright Velvet.” The Zebra told her in a father like way...while staring at her ass.

“Thanks, Vermillion,” she said, hugging him and making me aware she was only in a bra, panties, and a combat harness, plus a few extra bandoliers.

“Well, if you’re really Hell bent on finding this mirror, we’ll help you,” Deus told her. “Besides, we’ve failed our mission, not to mention you saved Private Goraz. It’s the least we could do.”

“Well, we’ll be more than happy to help get you guy a bit of closure.” She said. “And thanks. You guys are pretty decent.”

“We should get moving,” Vermillion said out of the blue. His eyes looked glazed for a moment.

“Right. Any other vehicles survived? We only have a Buggy to work with, and it's a two-seater.” She told us. “It's… Why I ‘Cart’ my Pet Raider around in this.” She added, wiggling the wagon handle as the Raider sniffled.

“Hmm, there might have been a jeep back at the Ranger Barracks, but there are Nevermore nests on one of the roofs,” Deus explained. “Hopefully it still works.”

“Alright. I'll see if I can get rid of them,” she said, taking out a rifle with a suppressor on the barrel. I recognized it as a Steiner-Bisley Alopex gauss rifle, a pre-war relic from a bygone era, the suppressor built to fit around the mouth of the devastating weapon. “I've heard of the Nevermore but never gotten to Eat one. I heard they were quite the Delicacy to many a Hunter, but are a ruddy Nightmare to kill. Can't really use my rifle without zooming in either. Dunno why.” Oh, thank god, she doesn't know about the Weapon's charged Shot function. Those things are a nightmare, capable of piercing a suit of Enclave X-02 advanced power armor in a fully charged shot, two or three to destroy a Chimera tank!

“Heh, you could just use my Fatman.” Vermilion chuckled as the three of us pale. “You don’t have to use my old gun.”

“Well, maybe to flash fry them.” Velvet giggled.

“Where in the hell did you get those weapons?!” Deus asked.

“I’m an old Soldier, used to be Special Forces. Anyrate, I have codes to some of the bunkers and Armories around Canterlot Commonwealth.” He told us.

“Which is very useful. I would have only been stuck with Freya otherwise,” she said, putting away her rifle and taking out a heavily modded Zenith 10mm pistol. “It didn't have the mods when I first met Vermillion.”

“Yeah, now do you ya’ll want a jeep or what.” Vermillion said as they walked out, wheeling the Raider behind them, Who looked stuck between deciding whether to go ‘Whee’ or Cry.

“Okay, let’s get that Jeep,” Deus told us.

We all walked through the terrain till we came back up to the Ranger Barracks finding the Nevermores fighting Deathclaws. We all balked a moment before the Cyber wolf aimed and took out one of the bigger Nevermores, drawing the group's attention to us.

“Fuck! They weren't as distracted as I thought! Vermillion! Nuke Em!” she yelled.

“Okay.” He said blinking before he shot off a mini nuke. The shot was wide but hit close enough to kill the group, Thankfully not taking out any of the jeeps as well.

“Well, good shot, Pops!” she huffed, patting Vermillion on the back as the Raider whined fearfully, the scent of urine telling us she'd pissed herself.

“Thanks.” He said before he walked up to the jeeps. “Let's see what we can build. Out of these jeeps.”

“Yeah.” Velvet said, jogging towards the vehicles and started digging through them. “Hmm, carburetor looks good, battery, engine frame, and the camshaft is toast, I’m afraid,” she said, pulling out the component.

“Frame on this one’s good, Titanium, new model,” Vermillion told us. “I think I can make something with this if take off everything else.”

“Goody.” Velvet said as we walked up, noting that the engine Frame she mentioned ‘Toast’ was thanks to the battery breaking and the acid eating through the Frame.

“Plasma gun on that one. Could use it for a turret.” He told us.

“Good. Capacitors are still good on it too, so we won't need to replace them.” Velvet said, before finding a Large Black vehicle that resembled an old vehicle from before the use of Fusion Cells. “Hey, a Highwaymare,” she said. “Haven't seen one of those since Navarro.”

“Heh, so we got a relic. Could be useful.” Vermillion told her as he took a look over.

“Hee!” she squee’d, hopping on her feet. Seems she likes the Old vehicle. Then again, They were capable of holding Dragons at a certain age in there, and Adolescent Dragons were pretty Large. “I've heard how they're capable of having Hover pads installed! They're amazing!”

“Well, no hover tech here. You would have to raid an Enclave base to get that.” Deus told us.

“Awwww.” Velvet whined as she hugged the Highwaymare, propping a Box with a Straw for the Raider ‘Pet’ to drink from.

“We would still replace the Frame with it, add the gun, and take the Hell Tank’s engine,” Vermillion said making us blink at the tank in the corner.

“Huh. Thought the Highwaymare used a Fusion engine?” she remarked.

“Only Engine around here that’s not stripped beside the Buggy. And that thing’s too light for that. We’ll look for better parts along the way.” He told her.

“Okay.” she sighed as she gently took the box from the raider, the Mare belching.

“You two in power armor, start gutting and we’ll have your Jeep in a day or so. We’ll have to guard this spot though.” Vermilion told us.

“Alright.” My comrades said as they started helping with putting together a decent Vehicle.

“Why should we help?” I asked.

“Want to walk on foot?” Vermillion said before his eyes blanked out. He shook his head again before walking off to look at the small armory. “We got some 55.7mm, and Assault rifles here. Looks like the Rangers were expecting something big here before the bombs.”

“Wonder what It was?” I remarked, looking for a functional terminal as I tried to push what I just witnessed out of my head. I suspected that Vermillion might be going feral, and he was fighting it. I’d never witnessed it myself, but I heard the stories. It was never pretty, and I suspected he knew what was coming.

“Well, we can take a lookie while the big boy and girl get our parts.” He told her as he checked the weapons. “Well fuck me, Feline designs too.” He chuckled.

“Huh?” I asked, looking at the Weapon he picked up. “What do you mean?”

“These are from the People's Republic.” He told her. “Less bulky than the USE design.”

“USE?” I asked, looking at the sleek weapon. “Looks neat… And rather Ergonomic.”

“Yes, but the damn things are rare, really rare. So if a piece breaks good luck on finding a blasted replacement.” He told me.

“Ouch. So just maintain the Weapon to minimize breakage?” I asked.

“Yes. Velvet, anything from the Terminal?” he asked the female dog.

“Hmm, something about the company needing to resupply for the other fronts… These were meant to be shipped off elsewhere, something about negotiations with the other countries… though the date lines up with what I heard from the bombs being launched.” she said.

“Ah, they were just holding them.” He told her. She nodded before a hidden door opened.

“Found a secret room. Think its a store or Something?” She said.

“Most li...holy crap, that’s a lot of Nuka Quantum.” He said. “Um...I think we can...hook this up to the Plasma Gun.”

“It’s a drink,” I asked with a flat look.

“You haven’t seen the devastation of this crap?” Vermillion sighed.

“Hmm. Hope you can save some for drinking. I like it.” Velvet sighed.

“I’ll try.” He said as he picked up most of it walking out.

“So is he alright?” I asked her.

“Maybe. He’s been having Headaches for a while, and sometimes feels like he's not at all there,” she said.

“Shit.” I snarled. “I think he might be going Feral,” I told her which made her angry.

“Don't say that! He's had two hundred years to go feral, and I know he's fit as a fiddle!” she snarled, though I noted her eyes didn't seem to show the same conviction her voice had, and not just because they were cybernetic.

“Alright then.” I sighed as I walked off. She huffed and gathered up the remaining bottles of Nuka Quantum as I left, finding the others working on what would be our New vehicle. “How goes the construction?” I asked.

“Going good, we got the body cleaned and we just need a welder now.” My Comrades told us.

“Good. Found one in the armory.” I said, passing them the welding torch.

“Thanks. Hey, Private Is that Ghoul going Feral?” Deus asked.

“I think so, but the wolf isn’t acknowledging it,” I told him, sighing. “Actually, I think she wants to believe he isn't going feral.”

“Great. We should keep our eyes out.” He sighed. “First sign of him attacking us ferally, orders are to shoot.”

“Copy that.” I sighed, suspecting that may cause her to hate us… If we don't convince her… Or if Vermillion doesn't own up that he's on his last legs. I grimaced. Hopefully the latter happens before then, or we may end up short a Member or three once the ghoul is gone.

“Okay, let’s get working,” Vermillion said, walking over and working on the engine. I looked at him, before sighing.

“Vermillion, how long have you been fighting the Feral state?” I asked, making him flinch.

“Few weeks,” he told us. I blinked. From the stories I had heard of, once someone goes feral, it takes only two days, if not hours to go fully feral. For him to last that long…

“When are you going to Tell her… Tell Velvet what's to come?” I asked him. “She doesn't want to believe you're going Feral.”

“I’m going to as soon as she can drive on her own.” He told us.

Gods, he was almost like a dad already. “How long have you known her for? She doesn't look older than sixteen.” I said as I started assisting with the engine installation.

“Most of her life.” He chuckled as he worked on the engine.

“Hmm,” I said. “So what's with her Pet raider? The One she wheels around?” I asked as I attached the gearbox.

“Honestly she really hats raiders, they...did things to her when she was young. She just wants to see them suffer for it.” he explained.

“Well, at least the Raider’s got better treatment than most others,” I remarked. “Though I guess it's the humiliation.”

“Yeah, like those brainwashed in the Enclave.” He told us.

“Oh Yeah. Those twats. Never met them, but they really caused a lot of problems for the Brotherhood… As well as other places.” I said.

“Yeah, the fact they ran into the clouds…” He just stopped working and started laughing. “Okay, can I tell you something? I honestly think they're further up then the clouds.” He said pointing to the open blue sky.

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“They’re on the moon. We used to have bases up there, hell we had a skirmish with the cats over Helium 3 deposits for an Ares Colony mission.” He told us.

“wha- You're kidding!?” Deus yelped.

“No, The scars on my chest are from a base stealth op. I’ve been on the moon.” He chuckled.

“Shite… That explains why their armor is so Light… It's literally from out of this world.” Fervus said.

“Well the X-0 series was just starting in Mass development when the bombs fell, about….thirteen working suits were scattered across the ITU Campus, and four more in bases around the USE. The latest models are much lighter than those tanks, but they also have more weak points. Find an X-01, you’re the safest you can be if you like weighing a bloody ton and being slow.” He told us.

“So basically, get a Suit if you want to be a Paladin… Maybe I should secure one for the Brotherhood to reverse engineer?” I muttered.

“Just remember that you’ll have a target on your back. X-01 locations have been raided by Enclave everytime they're found from what I hear.” He told us. “At any rate, X-02 and 03 are lighter and provide more adaptability from what I hear, but again less armor to cover the joints. Armor strong on those things a hell of a lot stronger then 01, but the joints are easy to take out.” He said as he moved to another piece of the engine.

“Well, can't really damage what you can't hit, I guess. Seems to be the Enclave’s M.O.” I said.

“Yes, but don’t be comfy with it. War may never change, but the tools do.” He told us as he seemed to finish the engine. “There that should be able to carry you three. How's the armor?”

“Hmm, Much of it is ruined, though we were able to salvage a few plates,” Deus told him. Salvaged some of the Tank armor too.”

“Good. Now for the damn wheels.” He said looking at the wheels. “Still need compressed air.”

“Found a compressor.” Velvet said, walking up. “And a Wolven Combat Rifle. I've called dibs.” She said, hugging the Weapon.

“Okay, bring it over. We still need to get moving.” He told her. She nodded, dragging the air compressor over for us. He quickly hooked up the hose and started filling up the tires.

“So, how long till we’re done?” she asked.

“Ten minutes.” He told us.

“Okay,” she said, slurping down her Quantum. “Need me to do anything?”

“Keep a lookout for Legion.” He told her.

“Will do,” she said, charging around as she stood up and walked off, not far away so she could rush back at a moment’s notice.

“So now we just need to finish the tires.” He said, handing me the pump as he worked on the turret making green turn to blue. “Okay, Quantum Turret fixed up with Nuka Quantum. How're the tires?”

“Seem to be doing fine,” I answered with a huff, pumping air into it as it started to inflate.

“Good, at least we can get moving.” He said, hopping off the turret mount. “You guys going to link up with east coast chapter after we leave?”

“Maybe. We haven’t decided yet.” Fervus answered with a shrug.

“Alright. This is the weirdest group I’ve been in, and I’ve been with the Vault Dweller.” He chuckled shocking us again.

“Seriously?” I asked him just as I finished pumping the tire.

“Yeah, saw the Master myself. Couldn’t help in the fight as I was holding off The Master Super Mutant Army with my old Gause that Velvet is using.” He explained as he poked around the Jeep, inspecting it.

“Sheesh, that must’ve sucked,” I stated.

“It did, the kid lost his dog.” He said solemnly.

“Aw man, now I feel sad.” Deus sighed, looking depressed.

“Sorry. Anyway, yeah, I’m an old fart that had seen some crazy battles, the moon’s bases were my favorite.” He chuckled.

“Again, what is Velvet hoping to find through the Mirror?” I asked him.

“Alice Through the Looking Glass.” He answered. “She’s looking for a dream, unsure if it will be true.” He told us.

“A dream?” Deus asked in confusion.

“A world that is not burned by war. But I keep to the term, War Never Changes, it is always there, even if the tools change, or the field, whether it is with guns or words. Conflict is always there.” He said looking off for a bit.

“So, is the Jeep ready?” I asked him, bringing him back to us.

“Hmmm, right….yeah the Tires are good. Start the engine.” He told us.

Nodding, I got into the driver’s seat and started up the engines, or tried to. On the five turn of the keys, the engines came to life, the rumbling sounds telling us that it was good to go.

“Okay, Velvet, we’re ready to go!” Vermillion told her, getting her to come back to us.

“Gotcha,” she said, dumping the Raider and her wagon into the seat.

“Okay, we in.” The Paladins said as we got moving. Velvet sat into the only chair next to the mewling raider, who'd apparently given up talking so Velvet won't hurt her.

“How're the seats working?” Deus asked us.

“Relatively well,” I told him. “...Sir.”

“Good, well we’ll head to a gas station, hope there’s some fuel left.” He told us as he drove.

Three hours later we found a gas sation and found some Super Mutants firing at what looked like a little girl. It was hard to tell with the fog bank around the Station, but it was creepy with the music of I think Techno blasting in the background.

“What the Hell is going on?” I questioned.

“I have no idea,” Vermillion said as robots started firing out of the fog at the Super Mutants. “Maybe we should just get our gas and leave.”

“Huh, don't those robots look kinda… Kitbashed to you?” Velvet asked, propping up the Raider Mare to let her have a better look. “I think that Assaultron has a Securitron’s leg units.”

“Let’s just get the gas and get out of here,” I said, not feeling safe by standing here and watch the fight go on until we’re dragged into it.

“Well, I think we've already been detected… Give me a moment.” Velvet said, pulling out her rifle and shooting a charging Super Mutant in the hand.

*Krak-Thooooom!*

The Mutant went up in a mushroom cloud, blowing that abomination into meaty chunks.

“Smashy smashy!” A mutant said, rushing us. Two shots from Fervus took him down, thankfully, making it drop the no longer beeping mini Nuke.

“Fucking Suicide Mutants.” Velvet grumbled.

“We got a Warlord on the roof of the Gas Station!” Vermillion yelled, firing his gun.

“Fuck!” Velvet snarled as she scrambled out, her ass getting in my face. “Sorry!” She growled as she got on the roof and started shooting the Warlord.

“I’ll just get the Jeep fueled up,” I said as I got out and checked to see which pump was still working. Finding one with some fuel left, I waved them to drive up and I got to fill it up.

“Why the hell are those robots blaring music?!” Vermillion asked.

“I don’t know!” I answered. “But let’s not worry about that!” I said as I squeezed the last few drops of fuel before it was empty. “Okay, that’s all of it!”

“Robot incoming! Hope it's friendly!” Velvet growled as an Assaultron with a Mr. Handy Thruster drifted over.

“Oh boy,” I muttered, pulling my pistol out as we waited for whatever it was going to do next.

“Hello, what are you doing here?” It asked before doing pot shots at the Super Mutants.

“Uh, getting fuel,” I answered.

“Right-o then.” It said taking a guarding post behind us as the Filly started walking up. Eh?

“Hi.” Velvet said to her, waving.

“Hello.” She said as her glowing pink eyes shone brightly through her hazmat Helmet. “Is bubbles being a bother?”

“No,” the Wolf said, rubbing the top of her Helmet.

“Okay, I’m Butterfly, what're your names?” She asked as she threw a rock at the Warlord.

“Puny child will die!” It yelled as ‘bubbles’ kept it suppressed.

“I'm Velvet, the Ghoul is Vermillion and the Raider is my Pet.” She told Butterfly as she shot the Warlord, ripping his rifle arm off and making him scream.

“Cool. I’m looking for Mommy. Is she here?” Butterfly asked.

“Sorry, but we haven’t seen anyone else,” I answered her.

“Oh, okay. Mr. bubbles let's look elsewhere.” The filly said walking off her small army retreating with her, leaving us with the Mutants and whatever robots that were destroyed.

“Fuck.” Velvet grumbled as she nailed a Mutant Skirmisher in the head. “Well, at least she cut them down nicely!”

“Fucking dammit!” Vermillion snarled as he started killing more Mutants with his rifle. “Do you think they have heavy weapons?”

“Let’s find out,” I said, shooting at some Mutants and killing them, before going over and looting their bodies. For the most part, I found us plenty of ammo, some more guns, and only one heavy weapon.

“You got something?” He asked as he got on the Quantum turret.

“Yep,” I answered, hauling my ass back to them and placing it all in the back. “A lot of ammo, some weapons, and only one heavy weapon,” I told him as I picked up an Assault Rifle and loaded it up, firing it at the Mutants.

“Chaingun. Hey, Minotaur, get this and fire on those suicider.” He yelled at Deus.

“Got it!” He said as he grabbed it and started firing away, mowing down the suiciders.

“Cool, you found a Sniper,” Fervus said as she grabbed it, loaded it up and started taking heads off.

“Why are there so many fucking suiciders!?” Velvet yelled as she swapped to her combat rifle.

“Don’t know. These don’t look like Super Mutants from the West. Think these are east coast variants!” Vermillion yelled the last part, killing off the last suicider.

“By Sarif, Glad that's over.” she huffed, before getting up. “Gonna loot the Robots, see what I can salvage,” she said, walking over to the downed robots.

“How's the fuel going?” Vermillion asked, his hands twitching.

“It’s nearly full, but that was the last of it. Either way, we’re good to go.” I answered him.

“Got some power cells, a few fusion cores, several 5mm bullets and a kitbashed Weapon,” she said, dropping the yellow buzzing weapon into the vehicle.

“Hope that’s safe,” Vermillion said as we started piling in.

“If that’s all, we should get moving,” Deus said with a grunt.

“Right,” Vermillion said as he got Velvet to drive this time. She struggled a bit with the gears, before driving us off. “You’re doing better.” He told her as we got back on the ruined road.

“Thanks,” she said, avoiding a Large rock as she drove.

“We need to get to a place to sleep for the night. Just keep us from crashing till dark.” He told us.

“Okay.” Velvet said as the Raider mewled.

“So what are we doing with her anyway?” Fervus asked as the wolf seemed to be getting better.

“Mostly keep her as a pet. Humiliate her.” She said. “She's terrified of me anyway.”

“Ah.” She said with a nod as we drove.

“I'll still treat her well, but if she even thinks about betraying me…” she somehow popped her joints, a thing that shouldn't normally be possible for a cyborg. The Raider whined, likely coloring her panties a shade of yellow again.

“We may need to get her some new clothes.” I sighed.

“We will,” Vermillion said as we got into one of the small hamlets from the old world.

“We’ll sleep here for the night,” Fervus said.

“I'll take the First watch. My enhancements allow me to need less sleep than most others.” Velvet said.

“Just don’t go a week without it like last time.” Vermillion chided her.

“After spending half an hour trying to shoot a Raider that was standing still and the thirty spankings you gave me as a result, makes that something I would try in a hurry.” she huffed with a blush.

“Good,” he said as we reached a Super Sunmart. “This should have more supplies.”

“Hopefully,” I said as we got out, weapons at the ready and entered the place, checked it out so that there wasn’t Raiders, Mutants, Robots, or anything else that’s gonna try and kill us.

“Strangely clear. Also not looted.” Vermillion said as we walked. “By the PA system outside, I think this place got warning fast and the people fled. But still, why haven’t anyone else but us come through here. It’s on a Highway.”

“Maybe they didn’t make it this far?” Deus theorized.

“So something killed them. Alright still keep a lookout for some animal.” Fervus told us.

“Yeah. No sign of ghouls either. That's good. Last Super Sunmart had a massive group of them… And the one where I got… Used by Raiders got attacked by a Wandering Talking Deathclaw in a massive cloak.” Velvet sighed.

“An intelligent one?” Deus asked.

“Seemed like it. It spared me and took me to the Church of Sarif.” She told us. “I only faintly remember it talking to the pastor before it left.”

“Heard they starting to get less like their feral counterparts. Looking more like Dragons.” Vermillion said as he started picking out food.

“Good to hear. I was… Scared when I heard they were nearly wiped to extinction. I'm glad they're Okay.” She said, propping her rifle.

“Who would have thought, huh?” I commented, looking at the ranges of food. “Do you think this stuff would still be good for consumption?” I asked.

“Not really, but it’s the best choice we have.” He told me.

“That, and Nightmare Night Deviled eggs are known for expiring never. The preservations they put on the food is insane.” Velvet said. “Oh, and if you ever find one of those vending machines with a perfectly preserved cake, try and get it. It's a rare delicacy if you can get it.” She told us. “Surprisingly healthy too.” She added.

“Okay, so we have no fresh food right now?” Fervus asked.

“Pretty much.” I sighed. “This is all we got.”

“Let’s get what we need then hold up in the deli,” Vermillion told us.

“Yeah. Besides, most of it would be cram or whatever growable food in here… Or Nuka Cola.” Velvet said. “The Church of Sarif had a decent production of fresh foods, but the Raiders, and later the Legion kept assaulting the caravans whenever they tried to send food to other colonies and governments.”

“I see,” Vermillion told us. “The main reason we’re having trouble is all the fighting. Even if the fighting is making our progress.”

“Yeah.” She said, opening a tin of cram as she passed us some and a Pack of Deviled Eggs each, even opening one for the Raider.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked as Velvet fed the Raider.

“We just need to have one on watch and rest to sleep,” Vermillion told us. “Velvet’s taking first. I’ll have the second watch.”

“Alright.” I nodded as we went back to the jeep and drove up to one of the buildings, sleeping in one of them for the time being.

“Alright. Night everyone.” Vermillion said as he laid down to sleep in the living room of the old one-story house.

Codex

Entry 9:

The Brotherhood of Steel, is an advanced Military faction based heavily on the old Knighthood system, whose main role is the capture and Reverse Engineering of old world technology and the prevention of Nuclear weapons usage, the higher ranks donning advanced suits of powered armor, with the Entire faction also having a heavy preference for laser weapons, though are still trained with ballistic or explosive weaponry. They have a hatred for the remnants of the Old USE government, known as the Enclave.

Entry 10

The Enclave are known to many since their attacks of The Vaults, the destruction of the Poseidon Oil Rig and their retreat into the clouds after the Failure of trying to take control of Project Purity. The remnants of the USE Government, they are one of the most advanced groups in the wastes, but they are also the smallest in number as of now. Their usage of plasma weapons and frightfully Lightweight power armor has made them a sought-after target by the ballsy, insane, heavily armed or all of the above, for their valuable gear and powerful weapons.

Entry 11

Pre-War Tech: While it is unknown as to how far many Nations got in the Technology Race, the term ‘Nanomachines’ is referenced in Technical Documents. There were even plans for the fourth planet to be colonized, but it is unclear if either came to fruition, but one thing is clear, that Pre-War Tech can be on par with magic at times if one thing is known by the functionality of the G.E.C.K, full name being the ‘Garden of Eden Creation Kit’, being able to terraform even the most barren of lands into a thriving paradise with only a few drops from one of its vials.

Entry 12:

Cybernetics: Originally thought up by Hugh Darrow, and made a reality by Sarif Industries, Cybernetic Research had taken the world by storm, with leg amputees being able to walk again, or the wingless being gifted with flight. Over the years leading to the Great War, the use of it was incredibly popular, some even giving up their healthy limbs just to wear the Cybernetic limbs. While much of the Newer Technologies were lost to the ages post-Great-war, Sarif Industries somehow managed to preserve a majority of their most important knowledge, leading to the Church of Sarif, a religion based around Cybernetic enhancements. It also leads to the still standing Sarif Tower to become the Capital of the New Chicago Coalition.

Entry 13:

The New Chicago Coalition is known for its use of Cybernetically enhanced troops, thanks to their connections to the Church of Sarif, and Mechanized Warfare. They have a small Envoy with the NCR, but not much is known about them as of this writing.

Entry 14:

The Church of Sarif is a Religion built around what was found in a Sarif Cache, revering David Sarif as their god and Adam Jensen as their patron saint. While a majority are noted to have Cybernetic enhancements, the belief of the Church is that choices and beliefs must never be forced on anyone. They have a distaste for the Children of the Atom, and are noted to be highly advanced and willingly pacifistic, never starting fights, but certainly willing to end them if they have to.

Entry 15:

The Children of Atom was at first thought to be part of the Church of Sarif due to a translation error, but was soon corrected as the two religions started to fight. It was soon learned that they came from a region known as The Capital Wasteland and have worshipped the aftermath of the Great War. They are marked as a high threat after several negotiations went south, and utilize weapons based on Radiation.

Entry 16:

The Nevermore is the Mutated Descendant of the Bald Eagle of the Equestrian Continent. They are around ten feet in height with a matching wingspan of Twenty. They Prey on many of the animals in the forest in and around the former Yellowstone National park, one of the few green places of the wasteland as nuking a Supervolcano was thought to be too dangerous. Nevermores are known to fight Deathclaws for food, even hunting their competitors and being hunted in return.

Author's Note

okay here's chapter 2, hope you like it and leave a thumbs up to help promote or not up to you.