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| Smartiepantses | Godhead’s Prophecy Some of the cultists heard it through the grapevine about this place not that far from the Godhead’s sacred grounds. A growing entity that claims to be the “Protectorate of Gravelton”. They also learned that they too have a mix of religions that have negative thoughts about the Movement of Akatine. This news soon reached Akatine’s ears, and he forgave the non-believers. He then appointed one of his Saints to rule over Mecklenburg and Brunswick County temporarily as the other Saints traveled down to North Carolina to protect Akatine so he may demonstrate his legitimacy and divinity to the people of Gravelton. As they traveled, they met a few Raider and Super Mutant attacks which were dealt with swiftly with assistance from the elite Saints by Akatine’s side. Having the rouge evangelist’s route they could follow it and hopefully to Gravelton’s lands. They were now arriving at Gravelton’s territory, a group of 20 Saints in golden robes and armed with M16s and Ithacas were crowded around Akatine, who wore tribal-like apparel with metallic armored plating on his torso and his legs, he also noticeably had a Pip-Boy 3000 on his left wrist. | |
 The Raveners of Gravelton | Columbia, Protectorate of Gravelton As the travelers drew near to the territory of the Protectorate of Gravelton, some traffic could be noticed, the occasional scavver or caravan trying to enter the Protectorate's territory which seemed to be managed by some manner of junction. The hopeful traders and immigrants seemed to be part of some kind of line as a Cadre of Protectors in armored fatigues and carrying 10mm SMGs vetted them and either let them in or turned them away. For the most part, only the scavvers seemed to be getting turned away, something about the Protectorate protecting the salvaging rights of only their people in their territory. Of course, the Protectors' vaguely bored and disinterested expressions at their assignment slipped away entirely at the sight of the rifles and shotguns in the hands of the robed figures approaching their checkpoint. The Cadet in charge of the Cadre shouted for the line to get back, even as his men slipped into cover and trained their SMGs on the approaching group, and yelled across the lane, "That is far enough! Identify yourselves and disarm or turn back! We will fire upon you if you do not comply!". | |
| Smartiepantses | The Saints lined up in front of Akatine, facing the Gravelton personnel as they slowly and gently disarmed themselves by setting their weaponry on the floor and nudging it away from themselves. After the Saints disarmed themselves they dispersed and allowed Akatine to step up. Akatine’s face was covered with an ancient-esque mask and tribal apparel, and he was not armed with any weaponry. He rose his arms toward the heavens as he spoke to the Gravelton personnel using his gift of telepathy, the Gravelton personnel heard this voice in their head louder than the noises and voices around them. ”Fear not, I am not here to harm you nor for the conquest of your lands. I simply ask to meet your executive body. I would love to join your community. I’m sure your people had heard of the presence of an ‘absurd’ gifted demi-god. I am here to spread my lord’s prophecy, the Godhead.” | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Columbia, Protectorate of Gravelton The Protectors jerked and the Cadet nearly ordered them to fire before he subdued his rising panic and ordered, "Do that again and you die.". One of his Cadre was quietly, but furiously speaking into a radio, and the rest seemed increasingly inclined to firing given the tightening grips on their SMGs. | |
| Smartiepantses | The Saints were lined up and in front of Akatine, their main purpose was the protect the Akatine at all costs, and due to the hostility in the atmosphere, the Saints chose to stand in front of Akatine to preserve his life if they did decide to fire. Perhaps the Saints were the most brainwashed of all of his followers, resulting in their unconcern for their lives and placing Akatine’s life before their own. Akatine now spoke to the personnel through words rather than his divine gift. ”Understood, mortal.” Akatine’s voice was very raspy, this was due to the mass amounts of radiation he endured in his time within the Vault. His skin also changed in appearance and texture, it felt and appeared uncomfortably hardened and the skin tone was now greyish-green that could be seen on his exposed arms and legs. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Expansion 13/Highpoint Hassle Commissar Samuel Palmer of the Commissariat of the Protectorate of Gravelton, as he was known formally in documentation, was beginning to regret doing every campaign in five operations considering the logistical and manpower constraints he was operating with. Of course, the need for such expansions was becoming increasingly prominent going by the blathering of the General Secretariat and especially the Agricultural Bureau who were afraid of a famine if Gravelton could not secure enough arable land. Samuel, being a straightforward and honest individual, told the bureaucrats of the Agricultural Bureau of the General Secretariat of the Protectorate of Gravelton, which they insisted must be repeated in official documentation, that they were high on brahmin sh*t and told the Protector to get the bureaucrats off of his *ss. There was more enough food stockpiled up for them to operate at a deficit for some time, even if the rations were a little old, and by then, surely, the Agricultural Bureau would have rammed through edicts to get the agricultural industry of Gravelton roaring along to feeding everyone. The Protector, being a friend and all, simply told Samuel that he would take his learned considerations under advisement and to not talk to the nice people in the Agricultural Bureau given that last time one of them had yelled at him, Samuel had yelled back and the two had chosen to settle it, in the way God intended all men to settle their disputes, with a short and decisive brawl. Samuel had won of course, but the bureaucrat had shot up the ranks because he had stuck up for the rest of them or something, so now the bookworm was getting increasingly important to the support structure for the Commissariat's war efforts and Samuel could not simply stomp him again as he did last time, so he was in a bit of a foul mood lately, which the folks of Highpoint found markedly unpleasant. Records of Aide Daniel Smith The Highpoint Operation, the third such operation of the Second Inland Campaign, was one of the more fascinating operations up to that point due to the nature of the enemy the Protectors had engaged, for the local settlements had coalesced into their very own provisional government and had handled the raiders and assorted menaces of the wasteland just fine on their own. Admirable and likely to have been of great benefit to the Protectorate had they not gotten arrogant from success and decided that the Protectors were simply another group of raiders to fight off rather than the vanguard of a greater nation eager to add them to their collection of Provinces. Regrettably, negotiations broke down and Commissar Palmer, still irritated due to a dispute with the General Secretariat, ordered the Protectors into battle with the self-defense force of the provisional government, which for all its inefficiencies and shortcomings, had still bested the raiders and mutants of the province. Of course, against an organized, dedicated and well equipped and trained military force such as the Protectors, the SDF proved to be exceptionally lacking, though to their credit, they defended their homes with admirable bravery. The settlements of the region, despite their unification, were still a decentralized patchwork and as such, Protector elements were able to infiltrate, isolate and encircle the various settlements one by one, fighting off counterattacks and attempts to relieve the various sieges, until the only remaining SDF elements were contained within the besieged settlements and unable to relieve themselves. Rather than reducing a single settlement to ruins in view of the others to force a surrender as previously utilized against the Salisbury Seven Sins, Commissar Palmer had his battery bring down a skyscraper, which every settlement could witness despite the various distances involved. Facing starvation, mutiny by SDF troopers and the possibility of a severance of mortality by concentrated artillery barrages, the settlements were in the proper mood to listen when Commissar Palmer reiterated his call for surrender. [Losses: 101 Protectors, 291 SDF Troopers] | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Columbia, Protectorate of Gravelton The Cadet's face barely twitched at the change in Akatine, before the radioman of the cadre stepped up behind him and whispered something in his ear. He frowned before nodding sharply and stating, "Your request for an audience with the Protector has been denied, but an intermediary has been seconded to our Section to relay your terms. They will arrive within a few hours." | |
| Smartiepantses | Akatine nodded and spoke out to the Cadre. ”Understood, we shall wait.” As the Saints let their guard down, now sensing a feeling of ease. The Saint and Akatine proceeded in doing their daily praising of their lord Godhead as they waited, which was very odd to watch. The Saints gathered around Akatine and got upon their knees as they began chanting praises towards the heavens and Akatine. Another form of praising is holding a family heirloom towards the heavens above, hoping the ancestors will be summoned by it. These Saints even go so far as to kiss the feet of Akatine to stay in his good graces. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Columbia, Protectorate of Gravelton The Cadre were content to keep their distance and maintain an eye on Akatine and his followers, though as caravans and travelers began to approach the checkpoint once again, they recontinued their vetting and processing. This continued for some time before the sound of hoofs on stone could be heard approaching from the other side of the checkpoint, a rider approaching on horseback and passing the caravans. They slowed to a trot and then a stop before the gate of the checkpoint, behind the Cadre, and the rider engaged in a whispered conversation with the Cadet in charge. Shortly thereafter satisfied, the rider lightly stirred their horse forward and ahead of the Cadre, expression hidden behind an opaque gas mask, to stare at Akatine and his followers in silence. | |
| Smartiepantses | Akatine got up from the ground, having been meditating. He slowly stepped forth toward the horseback rider and spoke out to him in a raspy voice. ”So what are the terms? I prefer if we get down to business, mortal.” The Saints gathered around Akatine, though Akatine was obviously altered physically the Saints were common humans and not ghouls indicated by their voices, skin tone, and skin texture. The Saints and Akatine occasionally glanced at the processing caravans, both feeling impressed with the busy trade in the lands of Gravelton. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Columbia, Protectorate of Columbia The rider says nothing for a long moment, before nodding and stating, "Your Voice is to be silenced within our lands, for none wish to hear it without their blessing, and you are to respect those of other faiths should they wish to keep them. As you are Marked, you shall not enter the Temples of the Idols nor seek to entreat with them, for you are accursed in their eyes and in their hearts and would only kindle their wrath were you to draw near. As the Protector has commanded, so shall I and so shall you within his House lest you invite his sword. Accept his commands and you shall enter or deny them and be turned away, with stones and swords if need be.". Going by the increasingly bewildered expression on the Cadet's face despite his attempt at maintaining a stoic visage, he clearly had not been expecting this. | |
| Smartiepantses | Akatine smirked and nodded. ”Accursed hm? What a wild reinterpretation of my divinity. I accept these terms, so long as the same respect is shown and upheld for the absolute and the followers under my guidance as well. As for my Voice, it is a divine gift granted from the skies and stars above, I cannot control hearing what lies within the brains of mortals but communication will be respected and disengaged amongst the lands of Gravelton for those who are not worthy of its blessing as the same for those who avoid it.” Akatine has been gifted with telepathy for years and has mastered its abilities. He is able to aim a telepathic field to only reach the direct contact’s ears, ignoring everyone else nearby or around the desired entity. He communicated to his followers, speaking through his gift. ”Fear not my brothers and sisters, for these people of Gravelton are ones of peace. They are confused and scared of our divine presence. Ease.” The Saints at that very moment clearly loosened up and let their guard down, trusting the demi-god’s word. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Columbia, Protectorate of Gravelton The rider tilted their head, stating, "If you can not control your own gift, then you shall not enter the lands of the Protector, for the minds of his people are to be theirs and theirs alone. That you would think to enter our lands uncaring of the sanctity of our inner Voices speaks much, He-Who-Speaks, and little of it good. For the good of all, I say again: you shan't enter. You and you alone are barred from our lands.'. The Cadet and his Cadre were blank faced, in the manner of those contemplating murder, and obviously very, very displeased with the idea of Akatine reading their minds. | |
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| Yangzhao | The history of Saki Toyama and the Black Dragon Syndicate Saki was born in a control vault somewhere in California. The vault was mostly composed of descendents of Japanese americans and Japanese immigrants who had secured a place in it pre war. The vault was one of the more luxurious vaults and featured a huge library full of pre war knowlege. Thanks to this, most of its modern residants had at least some knowledge of the pre war world and managed to keep their culture alive. Saki was shunned by other kids in the vault because her pre war ancestors were reportedly involved with organized crime and the Yakuza back in Japan. Others constantly evoided her and bullied her, constantly calling her names such as "mafia boss daughter" or "bloodstained girl" this caused her to develop a cold and tough personallity. She had no friends and felt rejected and hated. The only love she received was from her parents and her brother Takeshi. One day, while her and her brother were out of the vault to get supplies raiders stormed the vault and massacred everyone in it. Once the two came back, they found their parents murdered. This crushed them and they swore never to become raiders. Both Decided to resettle in San francisco, hoping that the big city would be safer. After a few years, Saki fell in love with a man she met, Hr made her so happy that her personality started to change. She became more confident. After many years of happiness, he was killed by a major gang due to gambling debts. This crushed her, and she decided to become the very thing she swore not to be to avenge him. With her brother s friend, a man named glenn who was involved in the gang. They managed to put up a small group and assasinate the gang bosses. With no other leader to turn to. Glenn was chosen to lead the mostly Japanese gang, operating in San Francisco's Japantown. With Saki's help, he completely restructured it using feudal japanese hierarchy. Both fell in love and Saki eventually took over leadership, embracing her new life as a gang leader. And thus, the Black Dragon syndicate was born. | |
| Yangzhao | The plan Things were getting bad from the syndicate. they had lost many of their members and barely had any money left. Based in the abandoned Kabuki hotel, which they had turned into a drug den and brothel, they had control over the whole of Japantown but had never really expanded their operations to all of it due to lack of funds. To get matters worst, an influent gang named the Sons of Buddha composed of koreans and Vietnamese as well as americans had installed itself in saint mary's cathedral in cathedral hill. led by a woman named Sarah Ngo, The gang was gaining influence and stealing the syndicate's profits. A fragile peace existed between the two as well as the neighboring gangs. north of Japantown was a chinese triad, controling multiple neighborhoods in the north and even the port The only way to expand was south were gangs were relatively unorganized and weak. In recent years, the mayor of San Francisco was turning a blind eye to the crime in his city. Which had caused the city to be overan with gangs. With this in mind, Saki decided to visit her brother and offer him to join the Syndicate. Her brother had always refused to help her in her criminal activities as he was a law abiding citizen. Once she arrived at his house, he was sitting on a chair on his porch. Seeing her arrive he sighed. "Saki I know what you re gonna ask and the answer is no. I will NOT get involved in your schemes" he said which made Saki laugh. "I know you dont want to get involved in this but hear me out" She replied "You are barely able to pay for that crappy house of yours so what do you have to loose, i ve thought of a way me can turn things arround" Takeshi would ponder for a moment "Whats your plan" he asked Saki then looked at him with a smile. "This Sons of Buddha gang, they smaller then us and yet they do better. They ve existed for years. They have ties to other gangs here and gangs in other cities too, If we can ally them, and merge them with us, we would be about the same size as the triad and could fight them. Once they re out of the picture, we would dominate the city. You wouldnt have to worry about money ever again" Takeshi would sigh and say "F!ck it, im in" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Takeshi Toyama Joins the Syndicate | |
| Yangzhao | New Blood Saki and Takeshi had finally reached the Kabuki hotel from takeshi's house. "Why are you brigning me out here" he asked "its our hideout" she replied. Once arrived near the hotel doors. A guard dressed with the syndicates camo uniform and holding an homemade rifle would open the door, the lobby was a big room decorated in typical Japanese fashion with a tatami floor and a divider separating the room in two. The lower floor served as a living area while the upper floors served as the drug den and rooms for the brothel. "The whole gang doesnt live here right?" Takeshi asked. "Yes, she answered we have 49 rooms used for customers, 10 rooms used as drug labs and the rest are used for everyone. There is of course my room which I get as a perk for being the boss its a little crammed up but you will get used to it. Now usually you have tp pay for your uniform but since you re family you get a pass." She then gave him a kimono and instructed him to put it on while she did the same. Once done, both of them would go to the back of the room and she would open the divider for all in the living area to see. Two glasses with vodka mixed with salt would be placed on a small table. Saki would go next to her cup and kneel down. "Come" she said, Takeshi would look at her confused. Are you f!cking kidding me" he would answer "A yakuza styled intronization, next we re gonna dress like samurais and sh!t?" Saki would laugh it off "I read about it in a book back in the vault. We have to honor our traditions, dont we?" Takeshi would sigh, and do as instructed. both would take their glasses and drink from them, then exchange them and drink again. The whole group watching them would then shout in Unisson: "Congratulations" | |
| Smartiepantses | Akatine sighed and spoke to the rider. ”I was once a mortal like you, I didn’t ask for this responsibility. I was bestowed with it. And I still seek to master its abilities for the betterment of my following and the absolute. If my presence is outlawed allow my brothers and sisters to seek their path of wisdom and transcendence within your lands. I may bear an abnormality but my followers are people who desire knowledge. I didn’t come here to spread hostility as you now express, I came to assist my followers.” | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Columbia, Protectorate of Gravelton The rider leaned back in their saddle, "As I have said and as it will be, you and you alone are barred. Your followers may enter if they please, provided the men behind me allow them to do so." | |
 The Caesar's Legion of The Rising Solaris | The rearguard attempts to intercept the pursuit force after dealing with the remaining cavalry. While they are outnumbered after casualties, they do their best to keep the enemy riders from being able to follow after the other Celerii. Ardentus and Revolutionary middleland | |
| New-order | Torreón: the newest addition to the Diktat. After weeks of work, fighting and diplomacy, the various factions inside have agreed to formally join the Diktat. The remaining raiders have either fled or have been captured and put into penal labor units. Full integration can now begin, as ways to use the current industry and repair the old pre war factories are drawn up, and proper organization to resource gathering are also put into place. Torreón shall be a proper Mexican City once more, and in time will be both a major population and industrial hub for the Diktat. For now however, work continues, as it must. Monterrey was also coming along with joining the Diktat, though not quite as well. Fighting still continued with raiders, and the locals wanted things to be done their way, which was unacceptable of course. The Diktat soldiers may have to fight more of the settlements, for their own good and the greater need of Mexico, however sad this may be. | |
| The Raveners of Gravelton | Expansion 14/Sanford Shuffle Ensign Victoria Volkov was beginning to question certain tenets of her current life, namely why exactly she was so willing to go along with Holly's insane stunts, and could only conclude that it was because, being a former raider and all, she herself was already somewhat insane so Holly's ideas came off as sane rather than insane. In short, Victoria was left questioning her own sanity as she followed along with Holly on yet another insane stunt, which this time was infiltrating a raider stronghold hours before the next artillery barrage with just the two of them. Now hopefully, the two of them would be able to escape the stronghold before the barrage began, preferably in the range of a good half hour, and achieve whatever mad objective Holly had been given. Reality being what it was, Victoria found herself praying, not for the first time since she got put together with Holly, to whatever gods were listening and checked her equipment one more time. The two were going to be sneaking in through a hole in the enemy's fortifications, brought about by a previous bombardment, and it was hoped that said hole had not yet been discovered and patched, let alone guarded. Raiders being raiders, it was entirely likely that if there was a guard, they would be intoxicated and unable to raise the alarm before their throat gets cut. Of course, Holly, being right next to her, hefted a rocket launcher with glee and grinned at her, thus making Victoria realize that this would not, in fact, be a stealth mission. The scream of rage was drowned out by the rocket's explosion. Records of Aide Daniel Smith The Sanford Operation, part of the wider Second Inland Campaign, was thankfully unlike the Highpoint Operation in that the main enemy force was comprised of raiders rather than independence-minded settlers, the latter being notably harder to fight due to the affects on morale. These affects range from confrontation with the belief that the Protectors are helping the average wastelander to being unable to fully exercise their bloodlust upon their enemy. Thankfully, the Sanford Operation restored morale as Commissar Palmer ordered the Protectors into battle against the local raiders, a confederation of gangs who primarily raided rather than reign as petty despots over the local settlements. Contact was established with the local settlements via vanguard elements and matters arranged as to have them remain neutral in the conflict rather than assist due to the desire to reduce casualties for the population of the Province (See Salisbury Operation). However, an exchange of information did take place, as the local settlements proved to be very interested in joining the Protectorate and provided information as to the locations of various raider strongholds, acquired via tribute trains to those gangs who accepted such things. With this information in mind, the Protectors began their operation, attacking the raiders' outer forces and forcing them back into their strongholds. Much like Salisbury and Highpoint, the threat of concentrated artillery barrages was utilized to mixed results, as a number of raider gangs refused to surrender even as their strongholds came down around their ears. These strongholds would be infiltrated and cracked open from within, usually with stealth, though in the case of a certain Protector and her minder high explosives were utilized to force a breach. Though casualty heavy, such operations would spell the end of the raiders of Sanford. [Losses: 117 Protectors, 391 Raiders] | |
 The Kingdom of Lengo | Thomas Edwin had been awoken in the night, gunfire, chaos, an explosion somewhere on the other side of Sunnydale. The sky was becoming a rusted red color, the smoke leaking from what he presumed was the Follower's Base looked different from anything he had ever seen. He could make out bodies lined up across the front of the Base, NCR soldiers dropping dead where they stood. Thomas would certainly never again complain about having to book a hotel on the opposite end of the city again. He hoped Dean made it to Maxson before the explosion otherwise he'd most certainly be dead. Thomas immediately started getting dressed, he eventually had to choose between his Follower Labcoat and his old NCR Ranger armor. Thomas left his room with his rucksack filled to the brim but still relatively lightweight. The other residents had fled the Hotel, doors left half open and even a couple of smashed windows. Thomas was about to turn and leave when he felt a voice calling him from the room he just passed on his way to the stairs. He retraced his steps and found a young woman stood by a window, calling him over. He hesitantly walked over to her. "You're that Follower, right? Science guys?" she said, with a slight whisper, as if she was asking a forbidden question. Thomas begun to recognize her from earlier in the hotel lobby. "Yes, I am. Thomas Edwin. Miss Maguire, is it?" "Eve Maguire, yeah. Saw you in the lobby saying goodbye to that Mr. muscle man. I'm getting a terrible feeling you know even less about what's going on then I do?" She said with genuine concern, absentmindedly grinding the butt of her exhausted cigarette against the window frame. "Something's blown at the Follower's base. The sky looks like its decaying. We better get out of here. Why are you even still herE?" Eve looked as though she took offense to this, although partially exaggerated. "Bodies are piling up in the streets, and there's more gunfire then I've ever heard at once before. Apologies for not running out into the meat grinder..." Suddenly, the increasingly loud laser fire registered in both their minds. Thomas turned to the window, slowly pulling the revolver from his ranger jacket pocket. "Quick with the gun there for a Follower." Eve whispered from the opposite side of the window frame, leaning her leftside against the wall. "That armor too, I'd say you're more of a Ranger" she added. Thomas ignored her, concentrating more on the metal figures, descending down the street, laser rifles in hand. He recognized them immediately, he felt he was back in Northern California, the day the Brotherhood stole the NCR gold reserves, the first time he saw power armor. The first time he saw Them. "You alright there, Thomas? You're sweating a little..." "I've seen them before. It's the Brotherhood of Steel." Eve laughed a little before she the serious fear in Thomas' eyes. She tried to calm him down a little, placing a hand on his forearm. "It cant't be the Brotherhood, silly. They're basically extinct. You guys blow their bases to smithereens!" Thomas turned to look her dead in the eyes, the bright beams from uncomfortably laser shots reflecting on the window, masking her entire right side in bright red for just a second. Thomas took her hand and half dragged her out the room. "We have to leave. Right now!" | |
| The Caesar's Legion of The Rising Solaris | The Gods Must Be Crazy: The Journey, pt. 3 Down to merely 10 men, the Beast of the East was only now ever more determined to reach the object of his search. The Western Appalachians were a daunting foe, however. The last 200 years had seen the forest determinedly claw its way back across strip-mined hillsides and now harbored all sorts of dangerous creatures. Settlements were few and far between, and before long Lanius and his band found themselves carrying empty guns. Ammunition for the one hunting rifle they had remaining was jealously guarded for acquiring food in this vast and untamed wilderness. On the other hand, that food was not difficult to find. The forests of Appalachia teemed with all sorts of wildlife, from radhares to wild chickens and woolly bighorners that roamed the hillsides almost carefree. The Geckos and other cold-blooded reptiles that made their homes in Arizona and the Mojave were notably absent here, possibly due to the much lower ambient temperatures of the mountains. After several months of traveling, Lanius and his band finally crossed into Tenessee near the ruins of the town of Clarksville. There, however, their progress was unexpectedly checked, by one of the strangest groups they had yet encountered... a band of women warriors calling themselves the Amazons. |
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