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Old Hardware, New Home:

With the Enclave growing at the rate it was there was no suprise that there were more soldiers than there seemed to be military hardware.
This problem became increasingly clear after the Annexation of Chehalis though the General was painfully aware of it long before that.
Given the lack of a manufacturing wing in Omega Bunker due to the great war happening before construction was complete the Patriot's would need to find other means of supplying their growing army.

The answer to this question was rather straightforward. Old Military bases and installations could provide them with valuable weapons and other Military pieces needed to arm the soldiers. While what they would find in these bases were likely nowhere near as advanced as the General liked it was still something to fill their need until other means could be obtained.

The first target of these Reclamation's would be Camp Murray located 19 miles northeast of Olympia. Once the Headquarters for Washington's Army National Guard, State Guard and Air Force National Guard the large Camp would likely produce a sizeable yield of much needed Supplies.

To ensure a smooth operation General Winters's assigned fifty soldiers to the task. Likely an overkill but better safe than sorry considering little was known of the Camps current state.

Upon Arrival the Soldiers began a sweep of the Exterior of the Camp including outlying buildings that were not connected to the main base building itself.
For the most part the courtyard and surrounding area was quiet. Occasionally they ran into a pack of Feral ghouls most likely soldiers stationed here based on their outfits. Easy enough to take down.
The largest threat on the exterior was the Automated Security in the form of well placed and often hidden Turrets accompanied by Roaming Sentry Bots and Mr. Gutsies.

With the Exterior cleared sights were set on the interior of the building and surprisingly little danger existed within. There were of course more ghouls of the previous stationed soldiers but it seemed like the automated security handled anyone brave enough to attempt to loot the base.

With the Dangers of Camp Murray neutralized work began on Scavenging any working pieces of military hardware contained both within the building and on the outside. Just as the General suspected the yield was rather large thanks to the importance of the site before the great war and the lack of looters able to penetrate the Camps Defenses.

As mandated a log was created to track the supplies scavenged at the camp:
Vertibirds:2
T-51:1
Laser Rifles:900
R91:1,900
Combat Armor:400
Gatling Lasers:13
1 M60 Patton
Robots:6
J-Sat Access Codes/Tech

New Decandsor wrote:

Primm: Bison Steve Hotel

Victoria Lord smiles, her eyes gleaming as she forms an idea. She walks over to her dresser and quickly looks through it until she reaches a mask. Bringing it out, she offers it to Victor, “Here, use this to conceal your face. When the time comes, Freeside will fear us. . .the Strip will fear us. And the future will belong to us.”

Victor took the mask and looked upon it, a black skull looked back at him with eyeless sockets. "This is perfect! If you're ready we can head to Freedside and get started."

Expansion 10/Columbia Calamity

Commissar Samuel Palmer stood ramrod straight upon an elevated stage, found while clearing out raiders from a middle school, and surveyed the gathered ranks of the Protectors under his command, arrayed as they were in their respective cadres and sections and at attention. His face was carefully blank and empty of emotions, yet the feeling of pride in the glorious professionalism of his men and women continued to rise, even as he measuredly stated, "At ease.". The sound of a hundred bodies shifting in unison to the same position filled the auditorium before silence returned and Palmer continued, "Protectors of the Commissariat, dutiful and brave sons and daughters of the Protectorate of Gravelton, we are gathered here to celebrate and cherish the deeds of a set few amongst you who have gone above and beyond in the call of duty.". He gestured for his aide, Daniel Smith, to produce the list of names and his voice soon rang out, "Commander Gunderson, step forward.", the man stepping forward after a brief moment of shock and Palmer spoke, "Commander Gunderson, for your acts of valor, it is my recommendation that you be allotted a higher pay grade and the Cross of Fire. Does anyone object to this?". As expected, the answer was a resounding "No!" bellowed from the throats of the gathered hundred and the soldier appeared nearly on the edge of shock, before Palmer stated, "Then rise to the stage, Commander, your award awaits.". As the man climbed up onto the stage, Palmer was glad that the soldier was at least alive to receive the benefits of his heroism, and dreaded the moment Daniel reached the end of the list and spoke the names of the valorous dead lost so far from home.

Records of Aide Daniel Smith

By all accounts, the Columbia Operation was a resounding success. Despite initial resistance exceeding expectations and dealing more casualties than the average operation, the Columbia province was pacified rather quickly. Once again, the raiders had organized into a single outfit, the aptly named Neckbiters, infamous for their rumored cannibalism and, using scavenged pre-war military equipment, had coerced the local settlements into line. Given the Protectors' encounters in the past with these kinds of raiders, the outcome was never seriously in doubt, and they set about dismantling the nascent raider empire. Supply lines were severed, narcotics production centers sabotaged and razed and armories and weapons caches broken open and seized. The only truly notable incident was when the Neckbiters' boss got high on psycho, strapped himself into jury-rigged piece of power armor and decided to go out with a bang in the form of dozens of hand grenades and a rocket launcher. Despite the initial threat, the boss was operating without support, his minions eliminated rapidly into the beginning of the battle, and eventually a few mortar shells managed to incapacitate the boss long enough for Commander Gunderson to clamber up and shove a knife into his throat.
[Losses: 87 Protectors, 401 Neckbiters]
[Gains: 2,087 Pop, 400 Combat Rifles, 1 M101 Howitzer, 9 Rocket launchers, 4 "Raider" Power Armor, 4 Trucks]

Scavenging Report/Goldsboro

By all accounts, the decision by the Protector, John Riddleshaw, to order the General Secretariat into creating a specialized bureau to locate and appropriate pre-war military equipment was a random impulse. By all other accounts, it was a very good decision to make, given the recent discovery of an immense cache of firearms and vehicles in Goldsboro by the newly established Antiquarian Bureau of the General Secretariat. The reasons as to why exactly the raiders and scavengers of the region did not take advantage of those massive stockpile of equipment could only be chalked up to poor luck and the lack of organized scavenging teams. As the Protectorate frankly prided itself on being organized and given to rampant stealing/reclaiming of anything not nailed down, the inevitable discovery and confiscation of the vast stockpile of equipment was only a matter of time. On a side note, the amount of recovered equipment was rather excessive, especially since it was an Air Force base rather than, say, a National Guard station and the equipment was not exactly in line with what one thinks the Air Force should have. The best estimate as to why so much equipment is here and why it is not characteristic of the Air Force is that perhaps some National Guard or Army detachments retreated to the base following the Great War and simply left their equipment behind. Sadly, the Protectorate of Gravelton did not the necessary fuel to power the vehicles, but that particular problem has been noted extensively to be in the process of correction.
[Gained: 1,600 Battle Rifles, 1,700 Armored Fatigues, 5 Miniguns, 6 M45 Quadmont, 3 Gloster Meteors]

Production Shifts:

With the Enclave growing by the week it was time to start looking at some basic infrastructure and ways to keep the Army supplied with materials they needed to keep on fighting.
The Lack of a factory made this task..Difficult to say the least but the General Believed he had a plan towards rebuilding the Infrastructure the Patriots needed to support such a task.

First off the Army needed a better supply of Armor to protect what troops it did have. Power armor was not an Option due to the lack of raw materials needed to create it but what they could create was Combat Armor. Of course doing so by hand would mean less of a production rate then if they had a factory but It would have to work for now.
The Production Numbers of the Combat Armor was roughly 75 suits of Combat Armor every 3 months (1 IRL Week).

The Next task would be the construction of a foundry to help turn the large amounts of scrap they have been finding into refined steel that could be used to help build other infrastructure as well as materials.
The Foundry itself would be created in Olympia and would take roughly 6 months to construct (14 IRL days).

Red Devils Glare ⅓

When the bombs first dropped in the United States, most army units were deployed throughout the pacific theater. And those that warrant were stuck putting down unrest throughout the States. One of those lucky enough to be in fort Polk was the 5th infantry Division. Having been decimated in Alaska they were sent to Fort Polk for reorganisation when the bombs fell. And while they stuck true to the american idea for the first few years. Dwindling supplies and an increasingly hostile surrounding caused the survivors to change their tune. Now they only exist as a very violent and skilled raider crew camped in the remains of the Fort.

With the Senate pushing for the elimination of the gang, the Consul ordered 1700 men to fight against the defending forces. With a main force of 1200 men marched up the 171, the remaining 500 would maneuver around the Devils once the battle started by going through Highway 10. Using the Kisatchie Forest as cover for their advance and hopeful attack. Having made camp in the north of Lake Charles they set out with morning light.

917 raiders vs 1700 Union troops

Longview, Washington

A Single VB-02 approached the City of Longview, Washington.
The VB-02 carried in it Ambassador Williams and a Protection detail composed of four soldiers wearing APA Mk.2 and carrying with them Plasma Rifles.
Weeks ago following the Peaceful Integration of Chehalis scouts had moved further south along the I-5 in an effort to locate any critical control sites as well as to Map out the area since all of the maps located in Omega Bunker were outdated Pre-War versions.
During these expeditions south the City of Longview was discovered.
The City itself enjoyed the trade brought to them by the I-5 as all the other settlements along the old interstate did but what set the City apart was their unique position along the Columbia river that ran between Washington and most of Oregon.
Having control over such a City would mean having access to the Pacific ocean which intrigued the General as he knew the usefulness of the idea if not now further down the road.

After more weeks of Diplomatic talks amongst the Enclave and Longview the Ambassador was sent to seal the deal on the integration of the City.

The VB-02 as requested landed at the Kelso airport and upon departure the Ambassador and his protection detail was greeted by Mayor Stein and a squad of local militiamen who escorted them to the City's County building which now served as the City's Government Building.

Taking a seat behind his desk Mayor Stein gestured for the Ambassador to take a seat across from him as both of the Men's Protection details stood along the sides of the room quietly.

[Stein] "I am glad you could make it Ambassador. Your arrival has been the talk of the town."

[Williams] "The pleasure is mine Mayor Stein."

[Stein] "Well then..Last time we talked you said the general was constructing a terms of Annexation?"

[Williams] "No. Annextion is such a..Distasteful word. It would be a mutual joining. We would rely as much on the city and her people as you do on us."

Stein laughed.

[Stein] "Annexation is rather Distasteful I will concede but my point still remains."

The Ambassador nodded.

[Williams] "The terms have been drafted yes. I think you will find them rather agreeable."

[Stein] "Well let us see them."

The Ambassador handed the Mayor a piece of paper and allowed him time to read it over.

[Stein] "These terms seem to be in order."

[Williams] "I think you will quickly see the benefits of joining with us. After all we have already begun building Infrastructure in Olympia. I am sure you have heard of the Foundry being constructed there?"

[Stein] "Indeed, I have."

[Williams] "Well the General has been working on plans to begin the construction of a factory. With your integration I can push for the factory to be built here. It would bring more jobs to the area. Perhaps the overflow would bring more to trade with the caravans."

[Stein] "I think the City would greatly benefit from that Arrangement. Consider the terms accepted."

[Williams] Excellent Mayor Stein! Excellent! I am sure the general will be happy to hear of this. Let me be the first to say welcome to the Enclave."

(+1,800 Pop)

New franken wrote:

Victor took the mask and looked upon it, a black skull looked back at him with eyeless sockets. "This is perfect! If you're ready we can head to Freedside and get started."

Primm: Bison Steve Hotel

Victoria Lord smiles with a sinister look on her face, “Oh my dear,” She looks over to the table next to her where her submachine gun sits. She picks it up and glances over it before continuing, “I’m always ready.”

Painfull Memories

5 YEARS EARLIER...

Vault 42 was peacefull on this day, vault dwellers were doing their daily task as they always did. In the vault school, the children of the vault were studying, everything was calm. Nobody knew what was about to happen. An event that would haunt Saki for the rest of her life. Around noon, a gang of raiders that had been terrorizing them for years arrived at the entrencee of the vault, they requested a meeting with the vault overseer and ordered him to give them all their food and supplies, when he refused, they put a bullet in his head. The gang of raiders was anout 2000 strong, double the amount of vault dwellers the gang was led by a woman named Aisha. her gang was notorious in Utah for murdering innocents, no mather their age, sex or race They quickly overran the vault and painted the walls with the blood of the vault dwellers, Killing absolutely everyone in a massive slaughter Once Saki Came back she found everyone dead She cried and asked herself "Why"

PRESENT DAY...
New Berlin, The Kaiserstaat

Saki woke uo trembling, another of these nightmares. She remembered when she got lost in Keniksu national forest two years ago and heard a brodcast on her Pip Boy. She followed the signal and ended up in the Kaiserstaat, she was gratefull for that day as she got the chance to start her new life. she was now a representative at the reichstag and an officer in the army. As she pondered about it, she went outside to get some fresh air. Flags of the Kaiserstaat were on every house as it was the birthday of the former Kaiser who had abdicated a earlier this year in favor of his only child, Princess theresa, due to bad health. Theyr family was descended frpm the vault overseers of the vault in Keniksu National Forest, which was part of a network of vaults financed by Wealthy German Americans pre war to "Preserve german history and culture in post war America" The vaults were essentially gient museums and libraries with replicas of German artefacts going from the Imperial Era to the modern day, with thousands of books on German culture and holotapes of german music. Kaiser William ruled the nation with an iron fist for years, taking an isolationist approach and ignoring the advice of his advisors to modernize the country and army and expand his borders. But with his daughter ascending the throne, this was about to change.

Yangzhao wrote:

Painfull Memories

5 YEARS EARLIER...

Vault 42 was peacefull on this day, vault dwellers were doing their daily task as they always did. In the vault school, the children of the vault were studying, everything was calm. Nobody knew what was about to happen. An event that would haunt Saki for the rest of her life. Around noon, a gang of raiders that had been terrorizing them for years arrived at the entrencee of the vault, they requested a meeting with the vault overseer and ordered him to give them all their food and supplies, when he refused, they put a bullet in his head. The gang of raiders was anout 2000 strong, double the amount of vault dwellers the gang was led by a woman named Aisha. her gang was notorious in Utah for murdering innocents, no mather their age, sex or race They quickly overran the vault and painted the walls with the blood of the vault dwellers, Killing absolutely everyone in a massive slaughter Once Saki Came back she found everyone dead She cried and asked herself "Why"

PRESENT DAY...
New Berlin, The Kaiserstaat

Saki woke uo trembling, another of these nightmares. She remembered when she got lost in Keniksu national forest two years ago and heard a brodcast on her Pip Boy. She followed the signal and ended up in the Kaiserstaat, she was gratefull for that day as she got the chance to start her new life. she was now a representative at the reichstag and an officer in the army. As she pondered about it, she went outside to get some fresh air. Flags of the Kaiserstaat were on every house as it was the birthday of the former Kaiser who had abdicated a earlier this year in favor of his only child, Princess theresa, due to bad health. Theyr family was descended frpm the vault overseers of the vault in Keniksu National Forest, which was part of a network of vaults financed by Wealthy German Americans pre war to "Preserve german history and culture in post war America" The vaults were essentially gient museums and libraries with replicas of German artefacts going from the Imperial Era to the modern day, with thousands of books on German culture and holotapes of german music. Kaiser William ruled the nation with an iron fist for years, taking an isolationist approach and ignoring the advice of his advisors to modernize the country and army and expand his borders. But with his daughter ascending the throne, this was about to change.

The Kaiser's last wish

The imperial palace was at the heart of New berlin, if it could be called a palace that is. Pre war, it was an hotel called the Best Western Plus Kootenai River Inn Casino & Spa. Although far from being like the grand palaces of old, it was the pride of the Idahoan monarchy but also, the seat of their power. Sitting inside at a table could be seen Theresa, the Kaiser's only daughter, A blond women in her early thirties with long hair and brown eyes. She was lost in her thoughts when a servant came to talk to her. "your father is dying" he said "He asked to speak with you" She would follow the servant through a hallway leading to his room, once arrived, She would rush at his side, The 60 year old Kaiser had a long and dirty white beard and long white hair, his face was wrinkled and his eyes looked dead, after a moment, he would look at her. "I am Dying," he uttered with a weak voice "Before I go I have one last request" Theresa would look at him and start to tear up "NO! you cant die now... I need you father" He would look at her with a smile and would stroke her hair with his cold and wrinkled hand "My daughter" he said "That is unfortunately not my choice. I am old and dying, but you theresa, you can do what I failed to do and make this nation great... expand its borders... modernise it, bring us glory and most importantly, find what happened to the other 5 vaults" He then gasped, "Grant....my....last....wish. his eyes then closed for the last time as Theresa errupted into tears. after a few minutes, she dried her tears and looked at him for one last time and said:

"Ade father"

Red Oklahoma, pt. 1
Praetor Lucullus Pompeius, the Praetor in charge of Boise City, was disturbed from his morning devotions by a knock on the door of the ruined office he had appropriated as his headquarters. Irritated that he had been interrupted, he snapped, “Who dares disturb me at my prayers!?”

The door opened and the slave who acted as his scribe stuck her head through. “Apologies, Praetor,” she said, head bowed. “But there is a Frumentarii here who had demanded to see you. He says he has urgent intelligence regarding the savages of Oklahoma. He refused to wait.”

Pompeius took a deep breath and laid his hands face-down on the table in an attempt to calm himself. While it was tempting to take all his anger out on the slave, he knew it wasn’t the slave’s fault. He also genuinely liked this one – she did her work well even without a legionary looking over her shoulder, which was a rare quality in a slave. So he resisted the urge to have her crucified for the Frumentarii’s impatience.

“Show him in,” he ordered.

The door closed momentarily, then opened once more to admit a man dressed in the manner of the Osage, buffalo furs and all. He stood before Pompeius’ desk and saluted, fist-over-heart. “Ave, True to Caesar,” he said.

“True to Caesar,” Pompeius brusquely returned. “Report. What is so important that you must barge into my office during my morning devotions?”

“I apologize deeply, Praetor,” the Frumentarii replied, “But I have intelligence that must be acted upon immediately. There is a window of opportunity that must be exploited immediately, else we will lose it.”

“Well, then? Out with it!”

“The Cherokee have asked for a Conclave of Clans with the Osage. The loss of Tulsa has them spooked, and they’re talking about burying the hatchet with the Osage so that they can face them together.”

Pompeius leaned forward, suddenly interested. “This is indeed grave news. We must prevent this alliance from happening at all costs, or we will suffer for it in our conquest of the Plains.”

“Forgive me, Praetor,” the Frumentarii interjected, “But I believe we can turn this alliance to our advantage.”

Pompeius raised an eyebrow. “You speak nonsense, Frumentarii. You’ve been out in the field too long.”

“Hear me out, I beg of you,” the Frumentarii replied, clasping his hands together. “It is not the alliance, but the fear that has prompted the alliance that we can use. If the Cherokee are willing to put aside their differences with their archenemy to face Middle, perhaps we can get them, and the Osage with them, to ally with us as well.”

Pompeius blinked for a few moments before the understanding hit him. “That’s right…” he murmured. “The Cherokee have never met us, never faced us in combat. They do not know our intentions.” He drummed his fingers on the desk. “But the Osage have met us, have fought us,” he pointed out. “They will not go along with it.”

“Only the White Buffalo clan has faced us in battle,” the Frumentarii responded. “Even that we can turn to our advantage. From what I understand, the White Buffalo are the Osage’s fiercest clan. If we can beat them, surely we can beat Middle and its red tide.”

“It’s still a long-shot,” the Praetor mused. “Then again, we lose nothing by trying. Go, you have my blessing to convince them into an alliance. I will inform the Legate of what is transpiring. Mars be with you.”

“True to Caesar,” the Frumentarii replied.

Red Oklahoma, pt. 2
Chief Red Sun of the White Buffalo Osage scowled as he walked the distance from his camp to the meeting tent. His scowl was almost a permanent fixture one his face – he hadn’t smiled since his wife and children died at Dalhart – but today he looked extra pissed-off as he stalked the ground towards where the other chiefs were gathering. Today the Osage were making peace with the Cherokee, and he hated every minute of it.

Sure, he understood the logic behind it – the threat from the north was too great to ignore and standing together they had a better chance of fighting off the threat, but he wasn’t about to forgive them for killing his brother nearly a decade earlier. He could still remember the look on his brother’s face when the Cherokee spear went through his heart.

The meeting had begun long before he had arrived. Being the farthest away, it had taken the longest for the summons to reach him and even longer for him to gather an escort and make his way to Oklahoma City, the chosen “Neutral Ground” the tribes would be meeting at. Red Sun knew they weren’t gonna wait for him to start the meeting; so long as a quorum of the clans were there, the meeting could begin, though matters discussed could not be voted on until all the clans were present or had indicated they were not coming.

Red Sun reached the tent and pulled back the flap to let himself inside. The interior was somewhat dark, smoky with the exhaust of corn oil lanterns, making it more difficult to see than if they had left them unlit. The conditions of the tent, as well as Red Sun’s own preoccupations, prevented him from noticing the figure sitting in the chair next to the podium. He picked a spot in the back, next to the chief of the Red Bull clan. The Red Bulls controlled the area around the Chikasika river, closest to Middle.

He looked around, seeing the other heads of the Osage there - the Tradoc Clan, holders of Fort Sill and Lawton; the Blue Gills Clan, living around Lake Texoma and Lake Murray; the Dragon Clan, living along the western side of the Canadian River; the 40s clan, living along the ruins of the Interstate 40. On the other side of the room sat the Cherokee representatives. The Cherokee controlled Oklahoma City and all of Western Oklahoma, and did not divide them up into clans like the Osage, having a more centralized form of government reminiscent of the Old Fathers.

“How goes the negotiations?” Red Sun asked Winged Arrow, sneering with the last word. “Have they smoked the pipe yet?”

“No,” Chief Winged Arrow replied. “That was supposed to happen today, but we’ve had a new arrival.”

“A new arrival?” Red Sun asked. “Who?”

Winged Arrow pointed at the seated man just as the Cherokee High Chief, Roger Moonwalker, took the stage. “Chieftains!” he called. “Today we gather to hear the words of the emissary of Caesar, Lucullus Sextus. His words have pertinence to our crisis.”

Red Sun was too shocked to say anything as the figure rose from the chair, revealing himself to be a Frumentarii in full uniform. Nodding to the High Chief, Sextus stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat. “Chieftains of the Osage Nation and the Cherokee Nation,” he began, his voice carrying across the room, “The eyes of Mighty Caesar are upon you. We have heard of your plight, your fight against the terrorists and raiders they call Middle. Caesar is sympathetic to your plight.”

He paused a moment to let his words sink in. “Caesar and his Legion are also locked in struggle with this dire enemy. They wish to conquer and destroy everything – Osage, Cherokee, and Legion alike. Their hunger is voracious, unquenchable. As you have both gathered here today to join forces against the Hungry Ones, so Caesar wishes to join forces with you.”

Red Sun finally found his voice at that. He stood up and leveled a trembling, rigid finger at the Frumentarii. “What… is… HE… doing… here?” he asked, his entire body burning with rage. “How DARE you let the Bull, the Yellow Bull, into our sacred meeting place!”

“Red Sun…” Winged Arrow tried to interject.

“NO!!! The Yellow Bull burned our homes, slaughtered our women and children, and then put them up on poles to taunt us!” Red Sun raged. “This man is a snake in the grass! He approaches you with honeyed words, but then like a cazador he will sting you when you least expect it!”

“You attacked us first,” Sextus retorted. “Your women and children were unfortunate casualties of war – killed by your own hand.”

“YOU LIE!!!” Red Sun screamed. “I saw you put them on crosses! I saw you-“

“Oh shut up!” one of the Cherokee chieftains yelled, cutting Red Sun off. “You’ve done far worse in battle with us! Remember the Massacre at Broken Bend Creek?”

“That was entirely the Cherokee’s fault!” an Osage chieftain retorted.

“The Cherokee does not burn women and children in their tents while they sleep!”

“You take that back!”

“ENOUGH,” Roger Moonwalker ordered, cutting the chieftains off. “This is a meeting of putting behinds, of leaving old hatreds buried in the dust.” He glared around the room as it lapsed into silence, before turning his gaze back to Red Sun. “Whatever the Legion may have done, we cannot afford to anger such a powerful ally.”

“And powerful we are indeed,” Sextus interjected. “I do not mean to be rude, but the White Buffalo clan is the clan of your fiercest warriors, are they not? If we can defeat them, then we can hold our own against the Hungry Ones alongside your forces.”

“You are playing with fire,” Red Sun spat as he sat down once more.
“The fire is Middle, spreading across the plains, threatening to consume everything we hold dear,” Sextus intoned. “If we do not stand together to combat it, we will all be burnt.”

One of the Cherokee chieftains stood up and asked, “You are obviously great warriors. But what else do you bring to this alliance?”

“Weapons, and ammunition,” Sextus responded. “We have a strong industry, with the capability to manufacture firearms, machine guns, even artillery. As our allies, we would be willing to distribute material help to you.”

The chieftains began murmuring amongst themselves. Looking around, Sextus noted that the room seemed divided; the Cherokee clan chiefs seemed like they mostly were amenable to the alliance; the Osage seemed hesitant, unsure. He supposed that was because of Red Sun’s influence and prestige. Something might have to be done about Red Sun to ensure the Osage’s compliance…

Red Oklahoma, pt. 3
The deliberations lasted well into the night, with Red Sun participating in several more outbursts before finally storming out of the meeting hall, Chief Winged Arrow following him. Thankfully, no more Osage seemed inclined to follow him, though they had continued to express reservations about the Legion’s trustworthiness.

Roger Moonwalker, the Cherokee High Chief had invited Sextus to his quarters for a late-night dinner, and he had accepted, seizing the chance to get to know the enigmatic elected leader of the Cherokee. The two walked side-by-side towards the Asi that was serving as their temporary home. Sextus noted that the entire time they were shadowed by two heavily armed braves that he supposed served as Roger’s bodyguards.

“Quite the night, huh?” Roger commented, breaking the moonlit silence. “How did you enjoy your first taste of democracy?”

“It was… interesting,” Sextus replied. “It does seem a… very slow method of coming to a decision. Meanwhile the Hungry Ones draw ever closer.”

“True enough,” Roger replied. “Which is why I wanted to talk to you in private,” he said, suddenly lowering his voice. “It will take the clans another two weeks to come to a decision, another month to get mobilized. We need to take action now, while we still can.”

Sextus glanced at the bodyguards. “Can they be trusted?”

“Implicitly,” Roger replied. “Let me come right to the point. The Cherokee Nation has been keeping tabs on you for some time now. We know what you do to conquered tribes, to those who defy you. We also know what happens to those who submit peacefully.” He turned to continue walking, catching Sextus by surprise and forcing him to jog quickly to catch up. “We also know that you’re reaching for the plains.”

“Then you know what will happen to your tribe,” Sextus responded. “You can’t possibly stand against both us and these raiders from the north. Not even with the Osage by your side, assuming they can get over their differences long enough to join with you in combat.”

Roger snorted. “I don’t trust the Osage any further than I can throw them. Which is why I have no intention of standing up to the Legion when it comes knocking on my door.”

Sextus cocked his head inquisitively. “I sense that you have a proposal for me.”

“Yes. Allow us to become Foederati.”

Sextus blinked. “Foederati?” he repeated. “Foederati is…”

“A privilege given only to ‘civilized’ towns, not barbati like myself, yes I know,” Roger replied, cutting him off. “Except we’re not barbarians. We have towns, skilled tradesmen, artisans of our own. We even had a factory almost ready to go in Tulsa before Middle burned the town to the ground. All of this is yours – as Foederati.”

“What’s the catch?” Sextus inquired.

“That you destroy the Osage,” Roger replied. “They have much to answer for, many atrocities over the centuries that have yet to be avenged. Destroy them, enslave them, put them up on those crosses you like so much – I don’t care how, they Osage need to be destroyed.”

Sextus considered that for a moment. “That can be arranged,” he said. “I believe Caesar will be most pleased with this deal.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Do you have a plan?” Roger asked.

“In fact, I believe I do,” Sextus replied. “I will need to write the Praetor in Boise City for reinforcements. It will take some time, but the Osage will be destroyed, as you say. In the meantime, I think I have something you could do to help…”

Juneau, Alaska

The Alaskan City of Juneau awoke to the sound of a thunderous roar as the Harbingers marched towards the city's border.
Among them was Chief Ungaro himself the De-Facto leader of the Tribal military.
As the citizens rushed around and militia gathered the Chief Shouted at the top of his lungs.

[Ungaro] "CHIEF UNGARO SMASH! TAKE YOUR WOMEN! TAKE SHINY THINGS!"

The Army all gave a shout of agreement as they raised their weapons and charged at the city of Juneau.

The City's Protectors sprung into action and immediately took up defensive positions along the City's entry ways.

[Ungaro] "NO NEED FIGHT! ONLY MAKES PAIN LONGER!"

The Sound of Gunfire filled the Air as the Militiamen took fire at the incoming Hostiles dropping those that they hit.

Chief Ungaro was not dumb. He knew Magic Boomsticks would be dangerous but what he lacked in Magic he made up for in Numbers and Maneuverability.

As the Initial charge of warriors drew the attention of the Militia more warriors had snuck around the back and began their charge in.

One Group of Militiamen who were stationed along the Central roadway were caught off guard as Ten Harbingers Fired their crossbows at the Group taking all but one of them down. The last survivor however was quickly subdued by an Axe in the Neck which cut clean through his flesh and dropped him.

Back at the main Assault the Warriors had finally breached the Outer defenses and were getting up close and personal with the Militiamen. In this close proximity the Strength and Training given by their tribal ways proved Superior and left and right Militiamen fell as their Limbs were severed and blood poured across the Wooden Defenses painting them Crimson.

Further in the City the sounds of Screaming were heard as the Militia watching the Rear were slaughtered under superior numbers.

[Ungaro] "TOLD YOU! UNGARO LIKE PAIN!"

A Family of four were fleeing their home when they ran into six Harbingers.
Springing into action the Father Raised his gun but stopped as a Bolt from a Crossbow pierced into his stomach causing him to topple to the Ground.
As the Wife held the Children close to her she watched in horror tears running from her face as one of the Warriors stomped on the Dying husband's head repeatedly until he stopped moving.
Once done with him they turned their attention to the Wife and they grabbed her forcing her into a Nearby home.

Across the city Militiamen were surrendering by the Dozen.
They knew the battle had been lost.
With the Front and Rear pacified Chief Ungaro Marched Triumphantly into the City's center and was met by the Mayor who herself also surrendered lacking any Troops to fight the battle since all had surrendered.

[Ungaro] "UNGARO ONLY ASK FOR SURRENDER! YOU CHOOSE FIGHT! UNGARO NO LIKE HIS PEOPLE DYING! UNGARO TEACH LESSON NOW!"

Grabbing the Mayor he Dragged her across the ground and Tossed her before the Harbinger warriors awaiting nearby.

[Ungaro] "YOU PRIZE!"

The Mayor Kicked and Screamed as she attempted to fight back the Warriors but soon found the Idea to be Useless and Surrendered.

When the Warriors were done with her she was impaled on a Rusted Metal Bar before the City's Government Building and left to suffer in agony for days before she died. A reminder of who was in charge.

[Losses:500]
[Gained: 2,500, 1,400 assorted Melee Weapons]

Red Devils Glare ⅔

In the early morning, the main force of 1200 began moving towards fort Pokl form their assembly camp in Lake Charles. Besides some minor scrimmages between Coureur scouts and some small raiding parties, there was little combat until the Union got to the town of Rosepine and set camp. There they were attacked at night, with combat lasting until the rise of the sun the next day. With the commanders orders the Union army began moving further up the 171, while some men pushed through the woods to connect with the second force. Unfortunately the second was nowhere to be seen at the meeting place. So the Union commanders decided to try and force the assault anyway to failure. With the Red Devils having made defences of a few pill-boxes and a palisade around the main fort the Union troops were stuck sitting right on the fort's outskirts with little to do but take potshots at the defending raiders.

Without the second force to come in behind the Devils there was little to do but weight until they arrived or the raiders were simply atritioned out of the fort. Though there were not enough men to completely surround the raiders, as through the days small parties of raiders were able to slip past them and disappear.

254 raiders dead, 303 Union dead

A Test Of Strength

[Ungaro] "You Falling Hair weak! You need big strong leader like me!"

Chief Ungaro shouted at the tribe who had gathered around their land near the old Ghost town of Mccarthy, Alaska

[Long-Arm] "You leave now. We want no War."

Ungaro laughed at the request and gestured to the 500 Harbingers that had formed behind their leader.

[Ungaro] "Ungaro no take orders from you! You hide here in tents while Ungaro take land. Take women. Take shiny things. You like Rad-Chickens."

The Falling Hair Warriors standing behind Chief Long-Arm resented the Statement and Growled in protest.

[Long-Arm] "Leave here now!"

Ungaro's eyes narrowed in on the Elder.

[Ungaro] "I bigger. I stronger. Take what I want. Give you a chance yes? Bring strongest weak Falling Hair. Fight strongest best Harbinger. Win I leave."

Chief Long-Arm looked ready to once again decline the challenge before the Warriors behind him split apart allowing a younger man to approach the side of the Chief.

[Ruil] "They won't leave without a fight. I will fight father. For the honor of the Falling Hairs."

The Tribals in the back shouted.

[Falling Hair Tribals] "For Falling Hairs!"

Though hesitant and against his Paternal instincts he agreed. It was a matter of honor and to go against traditions would bring a great Dishonor to his people.

[Ungaro] "You have you. I have mine. To death. Grulog kill this puny Falling hair."

A Large Circle was formed around the Two warriors as they readied themselves for battle.

Grulog grabbed a Spear and stripped himself of his armor to allow more Maneuverability while Ruil himself chose a Spear but preferred the added Protection of his Leather armor.

As the crowd watched the men began circling eachother sizing the other up and looking for any holes in their defense.

Ruil was the first to strike seeing an opportunity which he took jabbing the Spear forward towards Grulog's shin area but he saw it coming and moved to the side.
Grulog took the next jab towards Ruil's side but using his Spear he intercepted the blow.

[Ruil] "You fight with the anger of a beast. It blinds you."

Ruil said sarcastically as he took another jab but this one also being blocked.
Rather than Reply with words he stepped forward and faked a jab towards the warrior but instead used the Handle of the Spear to bash into his chest sending Ruil backwards a few steps before regaining his ground and dodging the next attack aimed at his chest.

Coming up from the Dodge he quickly kicked his leg out and swept Grulog's legs from under him forcing him to the ground and dropping his Spear.
Coming in for the Fatal Jab Ruil aimed for his stomach but Grulog Rolled backwards and onto his feet.
Regaining his composure from the miss Ruil came for the attack again against his weaponless opponent but this time Grulog anticipated such a move and abruptly sidestepped grabbing ahold of the center of the Spear of kicking Ruil's knees at the same time forcing him to both let go of his weapon and Fall to the ground in a kneeled position.

Without hesitation Grulog tightened his grip on the Spear and Rammed it through the knelt warriors chest before kicking him backwards and allowing his dying body to tumble.

[Long-Arm] "My son!"

The Chief ran to his dying son and rolled him over to look in his eyes.

[Ruis] "I'm..Sorry father. I tried my best."

The Battle of Strength was lost and the Falling Hair tribe was forced into the Harbingers. With this tribe Subdued Chief Ungaro focused on Ammexing the remaining tribes in the Area but this time giving them no chance for freedom. There was no point. Chief Ungaro was strong. They were weak. The Strong were meant to rule over the weak.
Fifteen tribes in all fell to the Might of the Harbingers in the area. Each of the Tribes Chiefs slaughtered so there would be no confusion about who was in Charge. Chief Ungaro was.

[Losses: 200]
[Gained: 1,500, 1,800 Bows, 1,100 Assorted Melee Weapons]

Homesteading Act

With the largely undeveloped land that resides within the Unions borders, very little gain has been received from them. With the need for more raw resources to fuel the expanding Union the idea was floated to fund the development of the land. Having been passed with a good majority the Homestead Act allowed citizens to claim and legally earn a patch of land if they were able to improve it or the surrounding area. With most of the concerned area being either farmland or woods it was easy for the less skilled to move out and begin.

Cascadia, Lafayette upgrade to scavenge teams ( 5 days)
Pointe coupee upgrade to simple farmstead (5 days)
New Orleans upgrade to shallow tunnels ( 5 days)

Red Devils Glair 3/3

After days of fighting the second force finally arrived to the north of the fort, having gone completely the wrong way having gone right past the fort while marching through the Kisachi forest. Having needed to turn around and enter through the northern part of the fort instead of the east as planned. Though it worked to the betterment of the battle it was poorly acted upon by both sides. As the raiders simply fought or ran through what gaps in the line existed. While the first force didnt break in until a few hours after the second arrived inside.

Combined with the lack of a full encirclement it allowed what remained of the raiders to flee though the Union lines late in the afternoon. Leaving the Union army to clean up what remained of the raider hold-out though the fort. At the end it was not the battle that was expected to happen, but with the raiders forced out and running to the west it was successful.

431 raiders killed, 232 escaped, 237 Union Dead
Fort Polk captured, Red Devils Glare completed

Devils and Foxes 2/2

With the Red Devils running out of Louisiana, it was time for the Gray Foxes to hold their end of the bargain with the Union. While there was some heated debate on whether they had to disarm or move out of the town of Lake Charles, it was agreed to leave them the town while the Union gained ownership of the entirety of the surrounding land. The Gray Fox Clan would also receive a pardon for any past actions that they had committed against Baton Rouge during their more raider past. The deal was signed in front of the Union Capitol Building, to a small crowd of people in attendance. And now with a more legal avenue to make a living, the Foxes began rebuilding Lake Charles into their own personal fiefdom with Union protection.

With the Union army making a small camp in the nearby airport, people began once again moving into the region. Many came out of the city again to make a new home or just to leave the crowded walls.

Lake Charles annexed, 1964 pop gained.

Near Future
Interim Post

"The forces of our army are being re-routed and split evenly towards the expected launch path. The soldiers dedicated to taking the lands we've already encircled will be minimal in the name of defending our borderlands from the west, and expansion on all fronts. The cherokee's presence on our borders have been fading, indicating they are up to something." A high-ranking Middle leader would point out on a localized map. The shadowy figure of Lop Bop would smirk in their dark room, still obscured for the sake of conveying the seriousness of their situation.

"Excellent." He would declare, sharp nails tapping idly at their collective desk.

"After we complete the liberation of non-occupied Kansas, we have enough forces and supplies for two more key theatres before attrition would threaten to nap at our forces. Comrade, where would you like to strike?"

"Intervene in Oklahoma-- one crucial blow to end our "encirclement" by the indians. Then, put our foot in the door for Nebraska."

"Very well. How goes our resource collectivization?"

"We have the Beaver Zone factory running and shall begin wartime production effective immediately. Other captured factories will follow some time later. We have more than enough resources to construct a foundry, and shall do that in two weeks, with the hypothesis that we shall also construct a factory as well in core territory safe from the hands of aggressors."

"Negating internal garrisons of all zones, how many men do we have to spare?"

"About 7,000. That number will sharply increase once we are producing the goods to arm our temporarily deferred enlists."

"Use 2,000 to reinforce the soldiers and militiamen on entire western border, from the ruins of Beaver to the ruins of Kanorado. Ensure all paramilitary assets begin part-time training in those border localities, as well. Keep 5,000 handy for our future expenditures and reinforcements should this unknown foe be privy to aggression. It shall also serve our interests for by then we shall have more soldiers to spare anyways."

------ RESULTS:

+500 soldiers to each western border garrison
militia begins training
Beaver, OK to begin production of small arms as soon as resources get distributed (tomorrow IRL with the remains after the foundry is announced)

New Decandsor wrote:

Primm: Bison Steve Hotel

Victoria Lord smiles with a sinister look on her face, “Oh my dear,” She looks over to the table next to her where her submachine gun sits. She picks it up and glances over it before continuing, “I’m always ready.”

As she walks by him, about walk out, he stops her. "Just remember one thing. I'm the boss," said Victor, now wearing the skull mask.

New-order wrote:

Uvalde is fairly easy to secure, there was not much to stop them there. The Main activity seen thus far as been looting pre war buildings, like police stations, and scouting out pre war roads, buildings in good condition that could be reused or repaired, such as factories, and other important items and locations that might prove useful to the diktat.

Cañón de Santa Elena. Found as pristine as suspected. Furtile, almost entirely non-irradiated ground could produce crops with a quality not found anywhere for hundreds, maybe thousands of miles. Sadly, they weren’t the first people to find this place.
Large communities of people lived here already. They had regressed to a tribal like state, rarely going out and having little tech. Even guns were few and far between among them. Their numbers were quick large however and they used spears and bows extensively. Any attempt to dislodge them with brute force would prove quite troublesome. They must be played off of each other, so the Diktat can acquire the resources within for the good of mexico. They can come back and lay claim later, when they have a much bigger army.
For now, the force sets up a fortified compound outside of it, as they prepare to enact their plans.

At Torreón, they find much of what they expected, ruins. They begin picking through it, mapping out the safer parts of the city and finding the best spots for looting. They also find a number of settlements around the city, some were somewhat organized between each other as well. This would be harder, but not impossible; they lacked the number of soldiers as the local Diktat battalion had and none of theirs could match in skill. They would go to the smaller and weaker ones first, to get them to join. They would even make them deals, where they could be ruled locally and be provided protection, in exchange for supplies and aid. Brunt force would be very costly, and thus must be avoided, for now.

Finally, Monterrey. It truly was massive; a massive ruin. As far as the eye could see, there were ruins of buildings, and it was filled with all kinds of animals and mutants, a byproduct of the nukes that hit it. Radiation was practically omnipresent, and a constant danger there. There were also a large number of mutated humans living here, most of which were turned into horrible monsters that had to be put down. While the prizes within were great, the dangers were huge. For now, the Diktat forces head to the old military base to see what was still there and set up their base in the old fortified compound.

The Indigenous population of Uvalde has been pacified, for the most part. There wasn’t many people left, but they agreed to join the diktat due to their reputation mostly. They had gotten food shipments for some time from the Diktat, and after some time killing bandits, they were more than happy to fully join the Diktat in exchange for investments and protection.

Treaties have been set up in Cañón de Santa Elena. The land is not under diktat control, but they will trade metal tipped arrows and trinkets for food. It is a profitable, if minor agreement, as the Diktat forces offer to be hired by tribes for war. Work is done to drain local strength as much as possible, in ways that won’t rally the entire valley against the Diktat.

In Torreón, they now have a faction of settlements following their lead. After removing a large band of raiders, the credibility and support for the diktat in the region is strong. A few battles with some of the stronger ones have also left them reeling, with dozens of dead with only 6 losses. They are well on their way to securing the region for the Diktat, though some final work must be done, as some raider groups had well fortified and well stocked locations that could not just be attacked head on without suffering far too many losses.

In Monterrey, a large amount of armaments been found in the military base, which housed around 3 divisions and held a great deal of equipment, and was fortified as well, making it ideal for a local base. There was also a military HQ deeper inside the city, but it lacked any real value besides the symbolic value. From this base of operations, Diktat troops begin contacting local settlements and fighting any raider gangs that may be in and around the city.

Red Oklahoma, pt. 4
It took some time for the reinforcements Sextus requested to arrive. 500 freshly trained equites, nearly a cohort, galloped their way across the plains to Oklahoma City, where the convocation was taking place. The Primus in charge of the force met with Sextus to ask what exactly he needed, and Sextus outlined his plan.

His plan called for the Equites, along with the Cherokee warriors, to sweep through the Osage camps while the Chieftains were once more gathered to debate the terms of the alliance. The Equites were to capture as many women and children as they could, kill or disable those they couldn’t. Sextus would use the violence and the hostages as leverage to get the chieftains to surrender their clans to the Legion. Those that wouldn’t, would have their clans destroyed.

Fortunately, Red Sun would not be present for the massacre, and neither would Winged Arrow. Both had left the convocation after Red Sun stormed out on that first day, with Red Sun vowing never to work with the Legion or anybody that did. Winged Arrow had provided a more temperate reason; with his clan being one of the closest to the advancing Middle, he couldn’t leave them for long. To a certain degree, Sextus was sad both had left; he would have loved to have strung up Red Sun on a cross and exterminated his clan right then and there. Oh well; he supposed Praetor Longinius would have to take care of him the hard way.

The sun rose pale and cold on the day the attack was to begin. One by one the Chieftains of the Osage found their way to meeting hall, where they sat down to await a new day of talks. The chieftains were getting visibly tired of talking and Sextus suspected they were on the verge of simply giving in to all demands and conditions; for a moment, he wondered if violence was the answer after all. The moment passed quickly, however; he reasoned that sooner or later, the Osage would need to be absorbed. Better it happens now while they had the opportunity to do so cleanly rather than with a protracted campaign.

He smiled as the last chieftain finally walked in, nearly an hour late. Roger Moonwalker got up in front of the podium to begin the tedious process of verifying that everyone was there. While standing before them, he nodded at the Cherokee braves by the door. The braves proceeded to lock the doors and station themselves in front of it, their guns held at the ready for any trouble. Now it was just a matter of time.

Once the roll call was complete, Sextus stood up. “Chieftains of the Osage,” he said, “We have been here almost a month and have accomplished little. While we sit and debate, Middle grows ever more powerful. The time has come, gentlemen, to decide your fates. I offer you this choice: join the Legion, or be destroyed.”

The Osage were taken aback. “I thought we were discussing an alliance?” one of the younger ones called out. “What is this nonsense you speak?”

“It is not nonsense,” Sextus responded. “You squandered your opportunity to ally yourselves with us. Now we will have you join us. Join us, or be destroyed.”

It took a moment, but eventually the Osage began to laugh. “You are one man, and the Legion has Middle to be concerned with,” the chieftan said through the chortles. “Your words have no bite to them, little dog.”

Sextus smiled evilly. “Oh, are you sure about that?” he asked. “Listen to what is going on outside.”

The room slowly grew quiet, quiet enough to hear a pin drop – and sure enough, the sounds of gunfire and screaming filtered through the walls. “What is going on out there?” the chieftains cried, getting up to go see what was going on.

“SIT DOWN.” Sextus ordered, producing a 10mm submachine gun and pointing it around the room. The Cherokee braves also drew their own weapons and pointed them at chieftains. “What you hear is the sounds of your clans being slaughtered,” he continued. “This is the fate of those who oppose the Legion.”

“You treacherous snake!” one of older chieftains yelled. “Red Sun was right about you!”

“A pity you didn’t listen to him when you had the chance,” Sextus replied. “I offer you this one chance. Submit, or listen to your people be destroyed.”

“Our braves are strong, they will-“

The chieftains were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Frumentarius!” an Equite called out, “We have one of the women.”

“Bring her in,” Sextus called. The Cherokee unlocked the doors and two Legionaries dragged in one of the chieftains’ wives, the wife of the older chieftain that had spoken earlier. “Darling!” she called as she was tossed on the floor in front of Sextus. “What is going on? We were preparing breakfast… and then suddenly the shooting started…” She began to sob. “The braves couldn’t stop them… There was no stopping them…”

“You see?” Sextus declaimed triumphantly. “It is foolish to resist.” He stepped over the crumpled, weeping woman. “The heritage of the Osage ends today. The only choice you have is whether or not your lives are worth your heritage. So what’s it gonna be?”

There was silence in the room, punctuated only by the pop of rifles from outside. Then, the older chieftain stood and bowed down to the ground before Sextus. “The Golden Razorback clan submits,” he said, his voice somewhat muffled by the floor.

One by one, the other chieftains followed suit, and Sextus smiled. He turned to the Legionaries. “Tell the legionaries to stop their assault. We will ready the clans for processing here shortly. Tell Primus Philippus to send a messenger informing the Legate of what has transpired here.”
Then he turned to Roger Moonwalker. “I believe that concludes our part of the bargain,” he said.

Roger nodded. “The Cherokee have already voted on the proposal; we will honor our promise and become Foederati.”

“Excellent,” Sextus replied. “Then ready yourselves; war approaches.”
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Southern seven tiles in Oklahoma taken for the Legion.
Population gained: 15,000
Fort Sill is in this territory, scavenging post to come.

Fort Sill
The Tradoc clan might have claimed to control Fort Sill, but they had never managed to unlock its secrets. In the Old World, the fort had been the home of the U.S. Army's artillery training range, both air-defense artillery and regular howitzer artilllery. Soldiers coming out of basic training would go to Fort Sill for their Advanced Individual Training to train them as artillerymen. Most of the air defense artillery had been dispersed throughout Oklahoma and Northern Texas in order to guard against the threat of atomic bombs; when the bombs came, they did their duty, keeping the damage to the region minimal. However, the regular artillery had been left behind, locked up in their armories - armories the Osage had never been able to breach.

At least this time, the Legion didn't have to deal with turrets or robots, as all those had been long destroyed by the elements and by the Osage. Unfortunately, the power had also long failed, meaning the terminals were inoperable and the doors couldn't be opened electronically. They would have to go in the hard way - with brute force.

The Cherokee brought down dynamite from Oklahoma City and blew open the doors to the armory. Study as they were, two centuries of sitting had weakened them, allowing them to be destroyed without using a lot of dynamite. This meant less of a risk to the equipment inside (though, humorously, a hangar across base that had been used as a brahmin pen collapsed the first time they set off the dynamite. Too bad for the brahmin, though).

Fortuna favored the Legion, and they found 16 artillery pieces, either in working condition or with very minor repairs needed. The Primus immediately forwarded a message to the Legate asking if the pieces should be sent to the Forward Camp for use in the upcoming campaign.

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Fort Sill, OK looted.
1,200 M16s found
16 M102 105mm howitzers found.