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 The Raveners of Gravelton | Official Construction Edict by the Presidium and the General Secretariat in Regards to the Prefecture of Gravelton In a new edict issued by the Industrial Bureau of the General Secretariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate on behalf of the General Secretary and enacted by the Presidium, it has ordered that the Prefecture of Gravelton is to expand their salvaging and mining efforts in order to feed the growing industrial heartland within Morehead City and further accelerate the industrial revolution that is planned to propel the United Prefectural Protectorate to the height of its power and beyond. [Constructing: Salvage Teams, Gravelton, Completed 1/24/21] | |
| Revolutionary middleland | Ottawa On Fire The province next to the Missouri that had been nearly encircled by the armed forces of Revolutionary Middleland had also starved like those in Hays did, but to a slightly lesser extent. Unlike their landlocked counterparts, the easy access to the river kept a skeletal form of trade that barely skirted the lucky easternmost settlements by. The transition into an eerie kill zone was gradual but fast-coming the farther you strayed. The city of Ottawa laid on the cusp of this gradient, dividing the tile unevenly. Thusly, it became the strategic objective of this campaign to interconnect the territories of Revolutionary Middleland. Middle (the organization) had set an utmost priority on internal stability. Thusly, not even a week after Hays had fallen, the same five hundred some troops rallied on the borders, with an attack contingent of 500 amassing on the flanks of the Missouri in an attempt to cut off the settlements from resources. After dawn had risen, Middle's two-pronged attack was launched. Red scarved soldiers initially found no resistance on both fronts-- for two entirely different reasons. On the western front, there were simply no enemies surviving to fight. Maybe the occasional farmhouse family, if they did not immediately surrender. Shallow graves were a common sight on the trek eastward. Today had been a relatively dry summer's day. More soldiers fainted from heatstroke in this instance than from gunfire throughout the entire course of this invasion and the Hays invasion. The south-bound front faced no problems because today's trade ships had already circulated. The first gunshots rang out as border settlements were unexpectedly struck from the north and rear. Small towns fought with the intensity of firecrackers-- initially bloody but always quick to be defeated and overwhelmed. Similarly, the towns surrounding Ottawa, with what little garrisons there were, came under a short and intensive siege before they were relinquished and the city was called to defense. 500 of Middle's soldiers stood against a garrison of 200 well armed soldiers. Even after massive casualties, the city streets were flooded and the university set ablaze. The amber flames of a torching civilization lit the backs of the red militiamen as they marched eastwards, ever eastwards. By nightfall, the length of the borderlands were seized and the last vestiges of true freedom in Kansas found themselves in between a rock and a hard place. Dozens defected down to the cherokee freelands in Oklahoma while they could, before eventually, the gap was closed. In the smouldering ruins of Ottawa, a factory laid un-burned. In fact, it was in pristine condition, likely operational before the starvation began. All it needed was fuel to generate power, and the propane would be on its way in two weeks (1 day). It also had a small amount of key blueprints inside of it to be used. Middle stood to gain 850 citizens. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Official Construction Edict by the Presidium and the General Secretariat in Regards to the Prefecture of Gravelton In a new edict issued by the Industrial Bureau of the General Secretariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate on behalf of the General Secretary and enacted by the Presidium, it has ordered that the Prefecture of Gravelton is to expand their refining efforts in order to feed the growing industrial heartland within Morehead City and further accelerate the industrial revolution that is planned to propel the United Prefectural Protectorate to the height of its power and beyond. Claims that this is only being done because a small foundry was built before the industrial plan and thus needs to be used are just that, claims. [Constructing/Upgrading: Medium Foundry, Gravelton, Completed 1/25/21] | |
 The PRC of Liberated New Arizona | Arming the recruits: Elder Goff has tasked the Scribes with the job of beggining production on Gauss rifles that will help supply the new soldiers they have begun receiving following their recent conquests. | |
 The Brotherhood of Steel of New Decandsor | New Sector One of the vagrants quickly found the note, and seeing it denoting the "Black Sun" and referring to "The Grand Moff", the vagrants quickly delivered the message to the others, including the undercover Frumentarii. One of the ring leaders of the vagrants, Mikey, reads over the note before turning to the others, "Well then, we go to the square. Tomorrow at 8 p.m. This is it, we've being abused for too long and now we have a chance at a new life. Under the Black Sun." The other vagrants seem to be mostly happy with the idea, others were more reserved, but they feel they have no other choice. The wealthy industrialists have overlooked them, and now they are desperate. They head out and begin spreading word to other workers around the region. As the Sun sinks beneath the horizon, the vagrants, along with a few workers who have agreed to join them, set out from their apartment building and head to the main square. Several of them held many reservations; they have no real idea of what the Black Sun really is or who the "Grand Moff" really is. What if they were getting into something they couldn't get out of? But the thoughts did not linger long before the doubtful remember every time their boss and the corrupt industrialists abused their families, threatened them, and forced them to commit to dangerous labor for very little pay while the wealthy raked in thousands of caps. The group arrived at the main square around 8 p.m. just as the note stated. The Rising Solaris, Ardentus, and New franken | |
| Baton rouge union | New Yards and new sails With the completed repair of the Lake Charles yard, some new vessels were put under commission for construction. Two small brig vessels along with a City class and a armed Windjammer would make the first vessels of the Baton Rouge Navy. Built more to protect their trade routes as well as find new ones, this navy would become one of the first unified forces within the Sea since before the great war. With the annexation of Houston, the Senate began the repair of the Pelican Island yards as well, in hopes to double the naval industry available to the Union. | |
 The Constellation Society of Retralik | Hammer and Anvil Any approaching army will have been spotted by sentries on the nearby hills. If battle seems unlikely to succeed, the gang will evacuate the estate until they can wear the enemy down. More than once has this happened, and the combined armies of the other barons dissipate after a few days of idleness, dooming the campaign and letting the King live. To prevent this, they must prevent him from fleeing at all. Which is where the Sinaloan infantry comes in. The cavalry will chase him up to the lake. Awaiting there are deployed machine gunners, ready to shred his unarmored and disorganized forces. The lake will funnel targets into two choke points, for it is too deep for fording. Anyone who dismounts and runs for the hills will be picked apart by sharpshooters. Crushed on two sides, like a hammer and anvil. They put their plan to work. Red Army morale is decent. Most don’t wish to stay home and contract the flu. The trek however, is hard. Crossing jungle and hilly terrain while carrying heavy weapons on their backs. The exhausted army makes camp behind the highlands, the mounds hiding their campfire smoke. It will be days until they can do anything, delaying the advance. But finally they can crawl again, so trickles of them moved out to target, starting the offensive. In the wake of night, squads sneak their way into the enemy sentry towers with knives, assassinating the guards. No one is alive to sound the alarm. Come morning, when the cavalry charge will occur, not a soul will notice until it’s too late. Further infiltrators neutralize two chokepoint towns on the lake edge, where machine gunners will take position. Hooves shook the flat valley. The Green-banner Baron himself rides at the front, firing into the sky with his revolver. The enemy is shocked and awakes in a frenzy, salling out just to see how large the horde of men and beast is. They immediately sound the retreat, but many do not make it, cut downed in their tents or crushed by the stampede. What few hundred men managed to flee the estate, found themselves in the crosshairs of the MG operators and hilltop marksmen. It was not even a contest, unless the topic is the bloody level. Several ways for the riders to die, be it from a hail of lead, crushed by their own downed steed, or more gracefully, a single shot by a rifle. Those who dismount and run away are captured by the infantry. In a day, the menace that plagued these fair provinces was gone, crushed, stamped, by a hammer, hitting an anvil. Now it’s time to see if the Council will keep it’s end of the promise. The Rising Solaris, Ardentus, New franken, and Revolutionary middleland | |
| The PRC of Liberated New Arizona | Wheeling, West Virginia The convoy of Steel Dominion diplomats arrived in the city of Wheeling, West Virginia a short time after noon. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Official Construction Edict by the Presidium and the General Secretariat in Regards to the Prefectures of Charlotte, Salisbury, Highpoint and Sanford In a new edict issued by the Industrial Bureau of the General Secretariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate on behalf of the General Secretary and enacted by the Presidium, it has ordered that the Prefectures of Charlotte, Salisbury, Highpoint and Sanford are to expand their mining, salvaging and agricultural efforts in order to feed the growing industrial heartland within Morehead City and further accelerate the industrial revolution that is planned to propel the United Prefectural Protectorate to the height of its power and beyond. Claims that the Charlotte project is due to the General Secretary wanting more bling are of course untrue and unfounded. [Constructing: Shallow Tunnels, Charlotte, Completed 1/26/21 Ardentus and Revolutionary middleland | |
 The Caesar's Legion of The Rising Solaris | Little House On The Prarie, pt. 1 The young couple in question had grown up in Vegas, survived through the worst of the NCR occupation and then the subsequent NCR-Legion War. They had gotten married the day after the Dam was liberated, full of hope for the future. But time quickly squashed those hopes, and after seven long years of sticking it out in the New Sector, trying desperately to work their way out, they'd had enough. It was time to leave. There was no hope in New Vegas. The only question remaining had been where to go. The trek north to New Canaan was dangerous and New Canaan itself barely settled. The NCR was no better off than New Vegas when it came to economic opportunity. That left only Legion territory to consider, but could they really consider living under the rule of the Legion? They'd grown up hearing about how the Legion was just a bunch of barbarians, a group of trumped-up raiders wanting to tear everything down and enslave everybody they could get their hands on. Then again, caravans came from Arizona constantly through Cottonwood Cove, the Legion's sole remaining outpost in the Mojave. Listening to the traders talk, it seemed like Legion territory was truly a place where a man could make his own way, so long as he didn't cross the Legion. Ultimately, continued stories of the NCR's troubles pushed the couple to try out Arizona. If the caravans could keep from getting enslaved, so could they. Using what little savings they had, they packed up their meager belongings and booked passage with a caravan heading to Flagstaff. At Cottonwood Cove, the Legionaries registered them as Foederati - forever tying their fates to that of the Legion. Once in Flagstaff, the couple heard about the Legion's conquests in the East, with new lands to settle. Vast plains of tall grass watered by clean rivers flowing from the Rockies. The Legion was doling out farmsteads to whoever wanted it. Farming had never appealed to the couple, but lacking any other skills aside from a basic understanding of mechanics, they decided to try it out. Once more they struck out, heading with a caravan over the mountains to Boise City. From there they headed south to Dalhart, eventually claiming a stead on the banks of the Rita Blanca. The couple built their own house out of the river mud and the tall grasses. Once settled in to their new home, they began the arduous process of learning how to get food to come out of the ground. Ardentus, Liberated New Arizona, and Revolutionary middleland | |
| Revolutionary middleland | Obliterated Osage "Remnants Osage! Comrade most stubborn, most despicable! Surrender now or be dragged through plains severely dry! Surrender or brain splatter against dead grass and many of rocks! Your captured comrades live most revolutionary and envied lives compare to evil southern aggressor most imperial! Middle most gracious, the far-sighted, the correctly, provide you of all food require for life. One warning am of provision! Reject and meet fate worse Legion!" That ultimatum would have been orally spread from the source- word for word. The butchered and simplified English left no room for doubting who it came from. The last bits of the Osage, with their leadership killed and members either doing god knows what in Revolutionary Middleland's communes or dead in the Legion's territory- have been sandwiched between two powers. They were encircled, and although Middle wasn't directly starving them- the Osage would have been suffering for the past few weeks. Unlike those in Kansas who had been ironically starved more severely, with the key leadership dead and cultural unity destroyed, the native Osage peoples would have neither the will nor the resources to sustain a local fight. Lop Bop knew this personally, and as did most of his secretive underlings. Regardless, they needed to put on a big show for the holdouts to sway their opinions. Three thousand soldiers of Revolutionary Middleland's army who had been kept on standby as part of the reinforcements found themselves suddenly marching southbound. Not too unlike the march on Topeka during the Kansan Civil War, the 3,000 soldiers of both genders and varying ages proudly marched in a sea of Middleland's flags. While 500 set aside to neutralize and capture small towns on horseback, the rest remained on foot to march in one massive unit straight into the last known Osage holdout: Ponca City. Upon the backdrop of dusk, a lone native sentry saw a wide blockade of at least 30 columns, carrying the 2,500 remaining troops under flags as red as the sunset behind them. The alarm drums rang, but not one picked up arms. The aged Standing Tree- the region's elder and leader- watched in an awe-struck disbelief as they were finally about to meet their enemy face to face and not through the barrel of a gun. Footsteps shook the ground as they approached. The civilians held one another and paused their breath as the seconds ticked by. A female commissar-- an indiscriminate soldier with that telling watch conveniently hidden beneath her black sleeve goose-stepped forward, her submachinegun bouncing in tandem with her red scarf. Her ginger hair was tied messily in a bun, concealed by the tattered remains of what was once a baseball cap, a red star haphazardly sewn onto it. "Standing Tree, do you accept the conditions of surrender?" The woman dropped the act as she was one of the people behind the revolution, her voice soft enough to not be heard by the hordes behind her but with enough authority that it presented an existential sense of power to the man and his advisors. "Explain them, Miss." "They will be unlike the other incorporations of territory our revolution has achieved thusfar. You are to evacuate your cities and take nothing with you, to live in more proper communes that we will build for you and your people. However, we need a propaganda force to rally against "I suppose I have no choice." "Good." - Middle gains 2,500 people in full. A moderately damaged small factory was revealed, and it was declared that it should be repaired into a methane-propane conversion plant. Their contents were also looted, a fair amount of blueprints contributing to the repairs and research greatly. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Official Construction Edict by the Presidium and the General Secretariat in Regards to the Prefecture of Raleigh In a new edict issued by the Industrial Bureau of the General Secretariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate on behalf of the General Secretary and enacted by the Presidium, it has ordered that the Prefecture of Raleigh is to expand their salvaging efforts in order to feed the growing industrial heartland within Morehead City and further accelerate the industrial revolution that is planned to propel the United Prefectural Protectorate to the height of its power and beyond. | |
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| The Brotherhood of Steel of New Decandsor | Chapter 3: Operation Hearth Much of the Mojave, regardless of how residents felt, was now secured by the forces under the Courier and the New Vegas Advisory Council. There are going to be many issues ahead, but the Courier is ready to take them on. Soon he will have to establish an administration for all the Mojave, not just for the city of sin, New Vegas. But there was one more location that the Courier needed more information on. . . Cottonwood Cove A small detachment of three MDF Rangers were dispatched by Commander Boone to give a quick reconnaisance of the region surrounding Cottonwood Cove. The location years ago had been under the control of the Legion, although its status became unknown following the conflict. The MDF focused its attention in other parts of the Mojave where threats were consistently arising. Dealing with roaming gangs of Mutants, Deathclaws, Fiends, and Powder Gangers kept the MDF busy for several years. But now with minimal threats in the Mojave and Operation Heart in effect, they were finally diverting their attention to former Legion strongholds. The three Rangers set off from Camp Searchlight and traveled in the hills to keep out of sight of potential hostiles. Using an old NCR Sniper Nest, the MDF Rangers look down onto Cottonwood Cove. As their worst fears indicated, the Legion still had a presence at the location. An entire Legion Century was stationed at the Cove, leading traffic. There is no telling what kind of traffic was coming from Legion territory. The three Rangers turn back to report the troubling news of the Legion's military presence at Cottonwood Cove.
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| The Caesar's Legion of The Rising Solaris | If the rangers had bothered to look a little more closely they might have noticed the presence of some pretty heavy caravan traffic through the Cove. In fact, just as the rangers were taking up their positions, an NCR-bound caravan starts climbing the hill towards Searchlight. Down in the Cove itself, another caravan is waiting for the ferry to come back from the other side. The ferry has been much upgraded in the six years since the battle, resembling now a large barge (propelled by oars and manned by slave rowers). There have been a couple of other upgrades, including a brahmin pen and a horse corral. Up on the hill, where the nuclear waste truck was perched, someone had built a bar and a motel catering to travelers. | |
| Revolutionary middleland | Middle the Awesome, the Fuel-Producing, the Miracle, Middle A medium-sized factory responsible for methane-propane conversion has been constructed in the zone where Wichita once stood. Everywhere from old world sewers to tarp-covered mass graves and animal farms contributed previously-collected gas whose tanks would be painstakingly transported to the conversion plant to be made into the propane needed for Revolutionary Middleland's fuel source. With two smaller counterparts expected to be completed in the near future, Middle has transpired the requirement of coal energy through the ironic means of it's primitive brutality. The North-Center-East Kansas Zone would see a dedicated warehouse emerge for scrap collecting from the society-mining squads. The resources from innumerable towns would provide Middle with the resources to develop itself. On top of Hays, KS producing concrete resources, mining squads for the collection of scrap material would be distributed there. Then, they would be upgraded to Stage 2. With the factories empty, all slots would be evenly distributed for the "one-day-strategy" small-arms production. 3 slots would go to making pipe guns, and 2 for M16 rifles. 525 pipe guns and 350 M16's would be produced, zeroing out Middle's scrap resources until the coming few months. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Expansion 16/Danbury Debacle Commissar Samuel Palmer of the Commissariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate had genuinely considered the overall character of the wasteland over the courses of his various campaigns. For the most part, settlers were decent, humble and unambitious folk just trying to make a living and raiders were at worst despotic tyrants and generally trying to just survive the wasteland. It did not excuse their depredations, but their behavior was at the least understandable, and it seemed the norm amongst their kind as found in the conquests conducted by the Protectors. Then the Protectors had stumbled into Danbury and found a scene straight out of the Old Testament, a new Sodom and Gomorrah ruled over by monsters in the flesh of men, and sometime in the skin of them when it suited them. Unlike any raider gang as yet witnessed, this particular tribe had fallen under the sway of an abject madman and sadist in the form of a dark messiah akin to the anti-Christ, who had instilled in his depraved disciples an unmatched sadism and brutality. It was not about survival for them, it was about having fun with as many people as they could get their hands on and when the Protectors came calling, they answered in their own sickeningly evil way. Records of Aide Daniel Smith The Danbury Operation should have been a quiet period in the Third Inland Campaign, it should have been an altogether straightforward and simple affair uncomplicated by utterly insane monsters, but it seems whatever twisted gods who watch the wasteland spit on the plans of good and decent folk. The Protectors' usual tactic of vanguard elements ran into one of Danbury's unpleasant factors, that being any large settlements capable of fighting the usual raiders and mutants of the province had already been slaughtered and burned to the ground, judging by the grisly bone totems and flags of flayed skin. There did exist those who utterly despised the malevolent rulers of the province, but they were utterly disorganized and lived in abject terror of the unusually cruel and merciless tyrants, so the Protectors took to the task alone and with a gusto. Danbury presented a morale problem of a different kind than the Highpoint Operation, in that the general nature of the Danbury raiders lent itself to immense psychological pressure, expressed primarily in what they did to those they captured. For example, Ensign Volkov, an ex-raider herself, was, while notably less affected than her Gravelton-borne comrades, still immensely disturbed by the behavior of these raiders and advocated a war of utter annihilation. Commissar Palmer agreed and issued a simple order: all raiders were to be executed, both on and off the battlefield. Vanguard elements, rangers and cavalry, lent themselves to identifying and initially isolating the various strongholds of the Danbury Devils, while other such elements tracked and eliminated various Devil detachments outside of their fortresses. The Danbury Province erupted into conflict as Devils and Protectors tore at each other and while the Devils were psychologically intimidating, their combat prowess was mitigated by their disorganized and haphazard tactics and command structure. Indeed, seeing such monstrous and depraved creatures steadily driven back to their dens of filth and degeneracy sharply curtailed their fearsome nature and later into the Operation, Devil prisoners appeared increasingly broken and disillusioned with their previous strength. Artillery was brought up and leveraged to blast apart the defenses of the Devils, while rangers and infiltrators continuously worked to crack open and exploit gaps in said defenses. One by one, their strongholds were broken and the defenders slaughtered to a man, with the last and largest containing their vile leader, who perished along with the rest of his ilk in fire. [Losses: 103 Protectors, 529 Devils] | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Expansion 17/Sparta Spasm Commissar Samuel Palmer of the Commissariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate was not what one could call a student of history nor really a student of anything save war, having joined the Protectors before the increasing professionalism and maturity of the Commissariat mandated the creation of a education system which practically mass produced soldiers now, and altogether considered the system effective if rather prone to producing militant ideologues. It seemed however that in Sparta his counterpart had taken to studying history a little too much and had sought to replicate it in his own image, albeit without the famed last stand of those who had come before from what Samuel could gleam of the man's writings. This entailed a rather impressive military regimen and surprisingly sturdy political structure, which could very well have made Sparta a tough nut to crack had they opted to resist annexation. Thankfully, a small show of force against a small group of raiders had given their leader, the Archon, some food for thought and had led to a frank and honest exchange of views, namely that Sparta could in no way resist the Protectorate if it chose to unleash itself fully against them. It obviously helped that the Protectorate was rather Spartan in character itself, if less prone to stratocratism and glorification of the military, slightly less anyway. Records of Aide Daniel Smith The Sparta Operation, if it could even be called one anyway, was less of a military action than a diplomatic affair which saw more of a performance by the Diplomatic Bureau of the General Secretariat than the Commissariat. The only military action undertaken was a small skirmish between a Section and a raider group who had decided to try their luck against the Spartans and found themselves facing off against a group of veterans fresh from the nightmare of Danbury. The resulting bloodbath and curbstomp battle was vital in demonstrating the overwhelming superiority of the Commissariat and the United Prefectural Protectorate in both quality and quantity, thus lending the Archon of Sparta to engage in diplomacy rather than try and pull a Highpoint. The members of the Diplomatic Bureau put forth the same terms as presented to every other settlement, incorporation into the United Prefectural Protectorate and compliance with all mandates by the General Secretariat, and presented various reasons as to why they should accept, namely the aforementioned military superiority as well as the general good of the province's people and how much they stood to benefit. The choice, if it could be called that, was obvious and the Archon of Sparta and his councilors agreed. It helped that he would be joining the Commissariat and contribute to future campaigns, given the man's obvious inclination towards military service. [Losses: 3 Protectors, 27 Raiders] | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Official Construction Edict by the Presidium and the General Secretariat in Regards to the Prefectures of Charlotte and Raleigh In a new edict issued by the Industrial Bureau of the General Secretariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate on behalf of the General Secretary and enacted by the Presidium, it has ordered that the Prefectures of Charlotte and Raleigh are to expand their salvaging efforts in order to feed the growing industrial heartland within Morehead City and further accelerate the industrial revolution that is planned to propel the United Prefectural Protectorate to the height of its power and beyond. [Constructing: Salvage Teams, Charlotte, Completed 1/29/21 | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Official Construction Edict by the Presidium and the General Secretariat in Regards to the Prefectures of Gravelton, Wilmington and Tumbleton In a new edict issued by the Industrial Bureau of the General Secretariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate on behalf of the General Secretary and enacted by the Presidium, it has ordered that the following Prefectures are to expand their salvaging efforts in order to feed the growing industrial heartland within Morehead City and further accelerate the industrial revolution that is planned to propel the United Prefectural Protectorate to the height of its power and beyond. [Constructing: Salvage Teams, Gravelton, Completed 1/30/21 | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Expansion 18/Morgantown Mania Commissar Samuel Palmer of the Commissariat of the United Prefectural Protectorate watched with satisfaction as his artillery guns blasted apart another raider stronghold, nestled inside of a gorge and otherwise protected from all manner of attacks save a frontal assault. Against punitive raids by settlers, such a position would be near impregnable, yet against the artillery of the Commissariat it was like shooting fish in a barrel and all attempts to sally out and make a break for it had been met with massed mortar and machine gun fire. The primary defensive feature of the gorge turned against its defenders and rendering escape impossible, a delicious bit of irony the raiders were doubtlessly aware of and loathed. Not that the Commissar gave much thought as to what raider scum thought of their situation unless it bothered his war effort. His mind was already turning to the next stronghold, located and steadily being isolated by his vanguard so his detachments could encircle and cut off another node in the web of raider bases in the province, rendering it helpless against the long arm of the Protectorate. It was almost musical, the sound of artillery shells whistling and exploding against the steadily collapsing defenses of the stronghold. Records of Aide Daniel Smith The Morgantown Operation was, to borrow an old world expression, almost textbook in its planning and execution. The raiders of Morgantown had consolidated to the point of being united under a single leader and gang, yet they had not fully subjugated the province's settlements beneath them to supply them without having to resort to raids. Contact was established with these settlements via vanguard elements and various agreements and exchanges of information were made. For the most part, the local settlements were happy to accept the offer of the Protectorate and were pleasantly surprised to be asked to not take part in the operation. From there, the Protectors steadily infiltrated the province and began placing the noose around the Morgantown Marauders, ambushing patrols and scavenging teams, defending settlements against raids and raiding raider bases across the region. Raider lieutenants and bosses were targeted and dispatched via marksmen and ambushes, thus causing a general breakdown in the Marauders' organization and command hierarchy and a collapse of organized defensive efforts. Once the sieges began, the Marauders effectively ceased to exist as an organized entity, every stronghold cut off and leadership splintering to whoever happened to be in this or that base. Once the artillery was brought up and demonstrated, the number of surrendering Marauders skyrocketed and Morgantown was officially declared secured. [Losses: 37 Protectors, 316 Marauders] | |
| Revolutionary middleland | Revolutionary Middleland the inherent productive the awesomely hard-working, the revolutionary, henceforth and etcetera. A small factory in Hays, KS and a small factory in Ottawa, KS would be completed in tandem, boosting the production capacity of Revolutionary Middleland by four. When combined with the previous release of the methane-propane facility, one could establish that Revolutionary Middleland was attempting to save face for the thousands of deferred soldiers in its ranks without weapons. In the name of establishing weapons for all civilian assets, professional-grade weapons still needed to be produced for these prospective cadets. If Middle manufactured these weapons, the size of its army could increase by at least 7,154 men- a decisive amount of soldiers for any war in the wasteland. Many people predict that once Middle amasses enough resources, a full devotion to the production of military hardware will ensue. The country is known for taking advantage of it's empty factory slots for the 'one day strategy' in which rather than funneling resources to produce weapons throughout a week, the totalitarian regime splits goods throughout the empty slots to forge a week's worth of goods in one day. It is better to spend what one has at once rather than rely on an expense in the months to come. However, this practical approach to production will not be realized until Middle builds up the resources to properly spend them. | |
| The Brotherhood of Steel of New Decandsor | Chapter 3: Operation Hearth After a quick reconnaissance of the Legion occupied Cottonwood Cove, the three MDF Rangers report back to the headquarters of the MDF, Camp McCarran, formerly the central hub of NCR military operations in the Mojave, McCarran now serves as the hub for the MDF. Inside of the main building, the three Rangers head to the Commander’s Office, as they were ordered. Knocking on the door, they waited a few moments before the door opened where they were greeted by Craig Boone. The three Rangers walk in and notice another man in the room, dressed in a cowboy duster and with a cowboy hat, the Courier. “Well,” The Courier states, looking over the Rangers, “Your report?” The Rangers are all nervous to be in the Courier’s presence, but one of them manages to get the confidence to speak, “The Legion have a strong presence at Cottonwood Cove, they’re funneling traffic into the Mojave.” The Courier turns to Boone, who seems disturbed by the news. “There’s no telling how many Legion agents are in our borders now,” Boone notes, “We need to lockdown our entire border immediately, no one enters the Mojave, no one leaves.” The Courier thinks about the proposition before stating, “We shouldn’t get too paranoid. We already control the main access points to and from the Mojave with the exception of Cottonwood Cove. I’ll head back to Vegas, gather some Securitrons and take care of the Legion’s forces at Cottonwood Cove. Then we’ll control all traffic points in and out of the Mojave.” Boone nods, “We’ll still need to lock it down. We can’t take any risks, there could be dozens of Legion spies in our territory.” The Courier thinks for a moment before responding, “We’ll see what it comes to. I’m off to Vegas. Tomorrow morning I’ll head for Cottonwood Cove.” | |
| The Brotherhood of Steel of New Decandsor | Chapter 3: Operation Hearth The atmosphere across New Vegas was solemn as the residents gather in the streets, watching as the Courier leaves the city with nearly three-hundred Securitrons. Over the past few weeks, people across the Mojave have been greeted by the new conditions under the control of the MDF and Securitrons of New Vegas. The operation has been met with mixed reactions. Regardless, the Courier pushes forward. No matter what people say or think, he must do whatever it takes to keep the Mojave safe from outside threats like the Legion. As he exits the city with his Securitrons, the Courier begins his trip down to Cottonwood Cove. Cottonwood Cove As they arrive just outside of Cottonwood Cove, the Courier brings out his revolver and can't help but to smile. He remembers all those years ago, fighting off Legionary assassins, taking out Legionary patrols, and confronting Legate Lanius at the Fort. There was a certain thrill to facing the Legion, while the Courier considered their practices to be borderline barbaric, he respected their discipline and combat prowess. Turning to his Securitrons, the Courier gives his orders, "Attack Cottonwood Cove, eliminate all Legion hostiles except for one, bring me a single survivor. Exterminate the rest." The Securitrons screen change to resemble an American soldier's face and then rush with quick speed right into the Cove, blasting the Legionary forces with their complete arsenal of 9mm submachine guns, 25mm grenade launchers, M-235 missile launchers, and the Securitrons X-25 gaiting lasers. | |
| The Caesar's Legion of The Rising Solaris | The Legion knew this day would come, so they tried to prepare for it. Several Legionaries are armed with anti-materiel rifles and the place is well-loaded with explosives of their own, from mines to TNT. Lookouts spot the Courier and his merry band of robots coming from a mile away, and the Century jumps into action. The ones with the anti-Materiel rifles (10) rush out to start taking shots at the armored behemoths while the remainder of the century readies the explosives. The situation is grim, they do not expect to win, but they will take down as many of the Securitrons as they can. One Legion sniper draws a bead on the Courier, takes a deep breath, exhales, and pulls the trigger... |
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