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The Kingdom of Acadiana of Praal

Praal wrote:Mungia's BBQ.
Heidenheimer, TX.

After venturing to Morgan's Point and capturing the medical supplies stowed away inside the old city hall - mentats, stimpaks, rad-away, and blood packs - the two Ranger teams have reached the ammo cache Darryl had unwillingly given up to them. Upon entering the crumbling restaurant, one of the Specialists from Alpha Team snags a tripwire on his boot, activating a spring-loaded spike which erupts from the floor and through his abdomen. Knowing their comrade is dead, the remaining five Rangers keep moving through the building, alert for any other traps in the ruins.

Half an hour later, the remaining Rangers have disarmed all the traps and recovered the vast ammo stockpile the slavers had hidden in the basement of the building. Moving all of it at once would be a dangerous prospect for five people, Ranger training or no; as it stands, Corporal Fletcher of Charlie Team volunteers himself to make the trip back to Vault 257 and inform Brigadier General Abbott of the situation, leaving behind Corporal Hays and the other three Rangers to stand guard of the stockpile. Taking some relatively intact paper and a pen from the restaurant's old office, Fletcher writes a detailed list of equipment they've recovered.

Alpha Charlie Cache Report
23 mentats containers
79 stimpaks
35 rad-away packets
11 blood packs

4 revolvers
1 10mm pistol
10 hunting rifles
6 sawed off shotguns
17 pipe guns

200 rounds 10mm
77 rounds .45
500 rounds .308
120 shotgun shells
2 baseball grenades
8 bear traps
13 caltrops

Highway 6-Interstae 35 Overpass.
Waco, TX.

Though it took some time, the seventy three man company has finally arrived in Waco. Unfortunately for them, the thirty odd formation of slavers that Alpha Team of the Texas Rangers had witnessed heading west on Highway 6 has returned; and they returned with slaves. A hundred people have been shoved into makeshift pens Leggott Trailers, east of the company's position. The slavers have been up in arms for the last day and a half, after discovering the bodies of their fellows in Baylor University and finding their old slave stock missing - this discovery is what prompted the crew to set up camp elsewhere instead of staying in Baylor. Say what you will about raiders, but at least they know not to return to a compromised position.

However, the company and Delta Team will not stand for slavery - not in Waco, not in the rightful lands of the Republic of Texas. Delta Team immediately sets off to perform recon and gather usable intel on the slavers' position, as well as searching for ways to isolate the raiders from their cattle.

Meadowbrook Baptist Church.
Waco, TX.

A day later, Delta Team has completed their reconnaissance. Five slavers take patrol the area around Leggott at all times, going as far as Rise Equipment to the west and Cabinets To Go to the east. Ten slavers remain posted around the slave pens at any given moment, with the remaining eighteen raiders either within the building or performing their own patrols in pairs of two. Using a stopwatch taken from the Church, the Rangers are able to - with middling accuracy - pinpoint the average time it takes for the five man patrol to make a circuit, and their average time at Cabinets. Task completed, they return to the Overpass to relay the information to Captain Ward of the 2nd Company so the combined task force can effectively eliminate their opposition with minimal casualties to their own men - the amount of slavers at Leggott and their proximity to their hostages make it inevitable that some of the slaves will be lost in the upcoming firefight. All the Texans can do is move quickly and efficiently in order to save as many as possible.

Scrounging up another stopwatch from the Kohl's north of the Overpass, Delta Team and Captain Ward enact their plan. With luck, 2nd Company will take their first shots at the guards at the same time that Delta eliminates the patrol at Cabinets. The infantrymen begin moving twenty minutes after Delta leaves the Overpass; by now the Rangers should have reached the Church, and by the time that the infantry engages the slavers, Delta will have cut down the patrol. As the first few squads move up to Marineland Boating, the formation can hear the distant sound of laser rifle shots being loosed - Delta has already engaged their target, judging by the faint report of pipe rifles firing only to be quickly silenced. With the clock running, the formation abandons their overall cohesiveness and disperses into four man fireteams, hellbent on reaching Leggott to open fire on the slavers.

As the troops arrive, they take cover and begin loosing shots off at the slavers, who's backs had turned to the east, futilely looking for the origin of the first shots, with several already jogging in the direction of their patrol. The infantry begin firing, years of training finally paying off as heads pop under the laser fire, and holes are vaporized through chests. The slavers quickly abandon their search for the earlier shots, focusing instead on the enemy practically in their front yard. Texans and raiders trade fire, with both sides taking casualties - the Texans taking significantly less, owing to their combat armor taken from Fort Hood and the overall ineffectiveness of pipe guns. An explosion shatters the windows of one of the trailers, signifying the arrival of Delta Team as two more grenades detonate inside the trailers, flinging glass and frayed limbs over the heads of the remaining bandits. Several throw their weapons down, knowing that they've been beaten, while the remainder either keep firing in vain hopes of victory or rushing head-on into the Texan ranks with Molotovs, hoping to immolate their foes in one last blaze of glory.

Less than five minutes later, the battle is over. Delta Team's arrival and precise lasrifle shots helped significantly in cutting down the last fighters, allowing the infantry to begin uncuffing the slaves and taking the surviving slavers as prisoners of war. Captain Ward heads into a building between Specialty Marine and Leggott, searching for and finding a pad of paper to write a full after-action report to bring back to Brigadier General Abbott and President Graves for review.

After-Action Report: Waco
Captain Ward, 2nd Company CO.

Upon entering Waco, 2nd Company and Delta Team under the command of Corporal Morris erected a temporary camp on the overpass of Interstate 35 and Highway 6. Approximately four hours after setting up camp, Specialist Ariya Lloyd of Delta Team observed a warband heading east on Interstate 35 - it is our belief that these were the slavers that Alpha Team had observed heading west some days ago during the first Republic incursion to the city. After Specialist Lloyd confirmed that the slavers had abandoned Baylor University and taken refuge at Leggott Trailers off of Highway 6, Corporal Morris and his Rangers moved to gather intel on the new slaver camp.

One day later, Delta Team returned with a plan to eliminate the threat quickly and effectively. Using stopwatches, our forces were able to coordinate a pincer attack on Leggott, taking the raiders from both sides with the element of surprise. During the firefight, however, several PFCs under my command lost their lives or were injured to the point that they could no longer continue firing their weapon. Additionally, thirteen of the hostages were lost as the slavers opened fire on my men - a burial detail is already at work digging graves for the lost souls and the fallen troopers, and are collecting the personal effects of the troops to bring home. Seven slavers were taken prisoner, and will be brought back to Vault 257 for questioning.

Republic Troopers Lost In Service To The People of Waco.
Private First Class Arianna Hawkins
Private First Class Rory Webb
Private Jesse Carr
Private First Class Mark Hall
Specialist Kacper Wills

With the report finished and the graves of the fallen dug and filled, the surviving troopers, refugees, and Delta Team begin the long march back to Fort Hood for much needed rest and recuperation.

The Kingdom of Acadiana of Praal

Praal wrote:Meadowbrook Baptist Church.
Waco, TX.

A day later, Delta Team has completed their reconnaissance. Five slavers take patrol the area around Leggott at all times, going as far as Rise Equipment to the west and Cabinets To Go to the east. Ten slavers remain posted around the slave pens at any given moment, with the remaining eighteen raiders either within the building or performing their own patrols in pairs of two. Using a stopwatch taken from the Church, the Rangers are able to - with middling accuracy - pinpoint the average time it takes for the five man patrol to make a circuit, and their average time at Cabinets. Task completed, they return to the Overpass to relay the information to Captain Ward of the 2nd Company so the combined task force can effectively eliminate their opposition with minimal casualties to their own men - the amount of slavers at Leggott and their proximity to their hostages make it inevitable that some of the slaves will be lost in the upcoming firefight. All the Texans can do is move quickly and efficiently in order to save as many as possible.

Scrounging up another stopwatch from the Kohl's north of the Overpass, Delta Team and Captain Ward enact their plan. With luck, 2nd Company will take their first shots at the guards at the same time that Delta eliminates the patrol at Cabinets. The infantrymen begin moving twenty minutes after Delta leaves the Overpass; by now the Rangers should have reached the Church, and by the time that the infantry engages the slavers, Delta will have cut down the patrol. As the first few squads move up to Marineland Boating, the formation can hear the distant sound of laser rifle shots being loosed - Delta has already engaged their target, judging by the faint report of pipe rifles firing only to be quickly silenced. With the clock running, the formation abandons their overall cohesiveness and disperses into four man fireteams, hellbent on reaching Leggott to open fire on the slavers.

As the troops arrive, they take cover and begin loosing shots off at the slavers, who's backs had turned to the east, futilely looking for the origin of the first shots, with several already jogging in the direction of their patrol. The infantry begin firing, years of training finally paying off as heads pop under the laser fire, and holes are vaporized through chests. The slavers quickly abandon their search for the earlier shots, focusing instead on the enemy practically in their front yard. Texans and raiders trade fire, with both sides taking casualties - the Texans taking significantly less, owing to their combat armor taken from Fort Hood and the overall ineffectiveness of pipe guns. An explosion shatters the windows of one of the trailers, signifying the arrival of Delta Team as two more grenades detonate inside the trailers, flinging glass and frayed limbs over the heads of the remaining bandits. Several throw their weapons down, knowing that they've been beaten, while the remainder either keep firing in vain hopes of victory or rushing head-on into the Texan ranks with Molotovs, hoping to immolate their foes in one last blaze of glory.

Less than five minutes later, the battle is over. Delta Team's arrival and precise lasrifle shots helped significantly in cutting down the last fighters, allowing the infantry to begin uncuffing the slaves and taking the surviving slavers as prisoners of war. Captain Ward heads into a building between Specialty Marine and Leggott, searching for and finding a pad of paper to write a full after-action report to bring back to Brigadier General Abbott and President Graves for review.

After-Action Report: Waco
Captain Ward, 2nd Company CO.

Upon entering Waco, 2nd Company and Delta Team under the command of Corporal Morris erected a temporary camp on the overpass of Interstate 35 and Highway 6. Approximately four hours after setting up camp, Specialist Ariya Lloyd of Delta Team observed a warband heading east on Interstate 35 - it is our belief that these were the slavers that Alpha Team had observed heading west some days ago during the first Republic incursion to the city. After Specialist Lloyd confirmed that the slavers had abandoned Baylor University and taken refuge at Leggott Trailers off of Highway 6, Corporal Morris and his Rangers moved to gather intel on the new slaver camp.

One day later, Delta Team returned with a plan to eliminate the threat quickly and effectively. Using stopwatches, our forces were able to coordinate a pincer attack on Leggott, taking the raiders from both sides with the element of surprise. During the firefight, however, several PFCs under my command lost their lives or were injured to the point that they could no longer continue firing their weapon. Additionally, thirteen of the hostages were lost as the slavers opened fire on my men - a burial detail is already at work digging graves for the lost souls and the fallen troopers, and are collecting the personal effects of the troops to bring home. Seven slavers were taken prisoner, and will be brought back to Vault 257 for questioning.

Republic Troopers Lost In Service To The People of Waco.
Private First Class Arianna Hawkins
Private First Class Rory Webb
Private Jesse Carr
Private First Class Mark Hall
Specialist Kacper Wills

With the report finished and the graves of the fallen dug and filled, the surviving troopers, refugees, and Delta Team begin the long march back to Fort Hood for much needed rest and recuperation.

Nolan's Dawn.
Fort Hood, TX.

Less than a month has passed since Nolan's Dawn was officially christened by the dwellers of Vault 257. What had started out as a mere forty people looking for a place to make their own has transformed into a melting pot of nearly two hundred; three quarters of which are refugees rescued by the Texas Rangers and Armed Forces. The grateful refugees have already begun teaching the Vault dwellers more about the wasteland that they would have never known otherwise, educating them on which parts of which animals were safe to eat, how to avoid attracting ghoul swarms, basic traps and defenses to deter irradiated monsters, and more.

One bit of knowledge in particular is of note to Representative Bell, the head of Hydroponics and thus the head of Agriculture for the entire Republic - which plants are edible and can be grown in large quantities. Over half of the refugees were farmers before they were enslaved by the various raider gangs, and are more than willing to help the Republic become self sustaining in return for citizenship; such a thing is easily granted by President Graves, who sees these hundred and fifty wastelanders as the first of many new citizens the Republic will encompass in the future. Several of the new citizens reveal that they were living on a homestead between Holland and Bartlett, and with any luck the slavers will have missed it entirely seeing as the ranch was away from the main roads and highways - the only reason they were captured is because they had ventured to Rogers to trade with another homestead in that area. Three of the citizens have been chosen to make the journey to the homestead alongside Charlie Team of the Texas Rangers, to see if the slavers did indeed miss their former home... And if they haven't, to scavenge the ruins for seeds and equipment necessary to begin the first official farm of the Republic of Texas.

Baton rouge union

That next morning, the BRUS Blackwater set off to Chesapeake Bay with a load of 2 shermans and a few trucks. Benign guided happily by Rick O’connell, the ship and her crew slipped into the ruins of Newport News. Unloading the men and trucks to ride up the road to the small Virginia War museum.

Union Captain: “Alright men, you lot go into the museum and grab anything not bolted down. You 40 come with me”

Following O’connell the 40 odd men walked towards the largest piece there.

Union Pioneer: “The base is completely rusted to hell, but the breach and the barrel can be cleaned up at a workshop back home.” Looking around “ Wed need to lift the monster and split the barrel and breech apart to transport it. The shermans can haul them but i'll take a bit of time.”

The resulting operation took the better part of a week, as every gun that could be salvaged was dragged back to the Blackwater by the trucks brought around. While the engineers jury rigid a crane to drag up the gun and take it apart. After being placed on a scrap sled, the Sherman tanks brought along dragged the pieces back to the ship. Beige brought them back to Baton Rouge through New Orleans, With the ship bringing them back at the dead of night.

Artillery parts bough back to the Union along with a few misc pieces

The Kingdom of Acadiana of Praal

Praal wrote:Nolan's Dawn.
Fort Hood, TX.

Less than a month has passed since Nolan's Dawn was officially christened by the dwellers of Vault 257. What had started out as a mere forty people looking for a place to make their own has transformed into a melting pot of nearly two hundred; three quarters of which are refugees rescued by the Texas Rangers and Armed Forces. The grateful refugees have already begun teaching the Vault dwellers more about the wasteland that they would have never known otherwise, educating them on which parts of which animals were safe to eat, how to avoid attracting ghoul swarms, basic traps and defenses to deter irradiated monsters, and more.

One bit of knowledge in particular is of note to Representative Bell, the head of Hydroponics and thus the head of Agriculture for the entire Republic - which plants are edible and can be grown in large quantities. Over half of the refugees were farmers before they were enslaved by the various raider gangs, and are more than willing to help the Republic become self sustaining in return for citizenship; such a thing is easily granted by President Graves, who sees these hundred and fifty wastelanders as the first of many new citizens the Republic will encompass in the future. Several of the new citizens reveal that they were living on a homestead between Holland and Bartlett, and with any luck the slavers will have missed it entirely seeing as the ranch was away from the main roads and highways - the only reason they were captured is because they had ventured to Rogers to trade with another homestead in that area. Three of the citizens have been chosen to make the journey to the homestead alongside Charlie Team of the Texas Rangers, to see if the slavers did indeed miss their former home... And if they haven't, to scavenge the ruins for seeds and equipment necessary to begin the first official farm of the Republic of Texas.

Mustang Range.
Linderman Road, TX.

After half a week of travel, the the six man group has finally arrived at Mustang Range to be met by smoldering ruins, ash, and congealed blood. It appears that raiders did find the homestead, and tore it down to the foundations after taking their fill of slaves. The Rangers pick through the ashes, stepping through blood and leaving a trail as they search the remains of the building for anything useful. The civilians mourn the loss of their families, but with the typical wastelander mindset, move on and gather what seeds they can find. Some hours later, the group has finished scavenging the ruins, and they begin the long walk back to Nolan's Dawn.

__________

Mount Stetson.
Nolan's Dawn, TX.

Although the refugees from Waco have finally been fully integrated into the Republic of Texas, one more task must be done before they can rest - and so the eighty odd newly minted civilians have constructed a small monument on the mountain just south of Nolan's Dawn. Although not much to look at, the monument represents the five Texan soldiers that fell in order to free them from the clutches of slavers, as well as to honor those slaves who were killed by their captors before they could be freed. Many dwellers from Vault 257 have come out to the monument to honor the lost soldiers, whom many knew personally after growing up in the Vault together, and President Graves has even prepared a small speech in their honor.

"We gather here today at Mount Stetson to honor those who gave their lives in the service of others. I, and all of my fellow vault dwellers, thank the former refugees of Waco - now Texans by both law and blood - for constructing this monument to our fallen soldiers and to their fallen comrades. Although we were unable to recover their bodies for a proper burial here in Fort Hood, we do have the personal effects of the soldiers, which shall be placed upon this monument for all to remember and honor the first Texans to fall in the line of duty. Privates First Class Arianna Hawkins, Rory Webb, Mark Hall, Private Jesse Carr, and Specialist Kacper Wills - these are their names, and they will be immortalized for as long as we, the people of the Republic of Texas, carry their spirits with us everywhere we go. Courage in the face of a firefight, bravery for taking the march to Waco, and selflessness for laying down their lives for total strangers. These men and women embodied the ideals of our Republic, now and forever."

The Sovereign Corporation of Ivan Industries

For the Horde, pt. 1
The towering, green-skinned monstrosity cut an imposing figure as it walked up to the gate of Ground Floor, the settlement that had sprung up around the base of the Golden Towers. The Corporation guards at the entrance raised their weapons at the creature... regardless how, in hindsight, their weapons would have been mostly ineffective against the creature they were facing.

"State your business... er... whatever you are," the captain of the guard exclaimed.

The creature seemed unperturbed by the rifles being leveled in his face. "I am here to see the President," he said calmly. His voice was clear, like a human's voice, though deep and reverberating, and his sentence fully articulate, taking the guards aback. "It is a matter of some urgency." He smiled, his teeth bared unsettlingly.

"I'll vouch for him," a second voice interjected. A white-bearded man in robes and a conical hat stepped out from behind the creature and smiled at the guards.

"Oh... it's one of the Wizards," the Captain of the Guard said wearily. "All right, at ease everybody. Open the gate." He turned to the Wizard. "You're responsible for his behavior inside the Towers," he warned.

"He is plenty capable of taking care of himself," the Wizard responded. "I'm just here as a mediator." He mumbled under his breath, "It's like they've never talked to an Orc before."

"Granted, many of my brethren are... easily triggered," the Orc replied as they walked through the gates. "Any of the 2nd generation... any of them born on the East Coast..."

"True, true," the Wizard replied.

They made a strange pair, the Wizard and the Orc, as they walked the winding and somewhat nonsensical pathways that made up the "streets" of Ground Floor. While the Water Guild had been working on widening some of the streets for fire safety and ease of maneuver, the work was slow as it required frequent and heated negotiations with the property owners, then the work of actually moving houses to one side or the other.

Eventually, though, after having to stop and ask for directions numerous times, they made it to the base of the Tower that housed Ivan's office. The glass doors gleamed in the setting sunlight, obscuring the interior and almost blinding the pair. They walked in and were treated to a decontamination procedure before being finally let into the lobby.

The lobby had been probably the most-fortified part of the towers. Thick concrete walls, almost 12 feet thick occupied most of the space. The decontamination room was equipped with twelve steel doors that were fitted so they'd come together as one long continuous door. Whether or not this would have been effective in stopping a direct or even a close miss nuclear blast is a matter of debate... but it did stop the radiation from the fallout from getting in.

The Wizard walked up to the receptionist, having decided to do the talking given their reception at the gate. "Greetings, ma'am," he said, doffing his hat, "We're here to speak to the CEO if he's available. It's a matter of some urgency."

"I'll call up and see if he's receiving walk-ins," the receptionist replied, flashing a brilliant smile. "Who should I say is calling?"

"I'm a representative of the Faculty," the Wizard replied. "Um, the ones you know as the Wizards."

"Oh! Of course," the receptionist exclaimed. "Just a moment please." She pressed the intercom and called for Ivan's personal secretary. After a brief conversation and a short wait, the receptionist looked back up the Wizard. "The President would be happy to receive you in his office. Just take the elevator up to the 28th floor."

"Thank you," the Wizard replied.

The elevator ride was fairly uncomfortable. The Orc had to scrunch down like an ape, with not even enough room to kneel. The Wizard was practically squished against the wall and had been barely able to punch the button to take them up. The elevator itself groaned, mostly from age but also in protest of having to carry the Orc's weight.

Eventually, they reached the top, depositing them into a fairly large reception area. The receptionist greeted the pair with a smile and said, "He's waiting for you inside, go right on in."

Ivan's office was about the size of a Vault Overseer's office, though eschewing the round desk in favor of an aged hardwood L-desk. A small table in front held a decanter of Nuka-Cola, some glasses and a plate of cookies, presumably for guests. Ivan himself was standing by the window when the pair entered the room, the Orc ducking and sliding to get through the door. "Welcome!" he exclaimed, turning and walking to meet them. He shook the Wizard's hand and bowed courteously at the Orc. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Paul! And your name is..."

"Julius," the Orc replied. "I'm a representative from the..." He hesitated a moment. "The Razorback Horde."

"The Razorback Horde... hmm, I'm not familiar with that group," Ivan mused. "Then again, I've not quite caught up with all of what the world is like outside of Detroit," he said with a smile. "Are you by chance that group that I heard had moved into Adrian?"

"Um..."

"Yes," Paul interjected. "The group of Orcs that moved into what the maps say was Lenawee County. This was what, about twenty years ago?"

"Thereabouts," Julius replied.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Julius," Ivan said. "I, as you have probably guessed, am Ivan, President, CEO, and Majority Shareholder of Ivan Industries. Now, I hope you don't mind me cutting straight to business, but I believe you said you had some urgent business? I presume it's not to finally accept my offer of funding," he said to Paul with a smile.

"As I said before, the Faculty does quite well on its own," Paul replied, stroking his beard.

"I am here to ask for your help," Julius cut in. "Allow me to explain. The Horde is not violent. When our founder, Tiberius, arrived here in Michigan, he didn't take land from the humans, instead settling in an abandoned area that was overrun by vicious creatures that he later managed to tame."

"The Razorbacks, right? Those boar-like things?"

"Yes, the Razorbacks, from where we take our name," Julius replied. "Since then," he continued, "We've endeavored to live at peace with all our neighbors. We established good relations with the Wizards, secured trade deals with the Dons and the Caliphate, traded Razorback hides and meat to the surrounding tribes for all the things we couldn't get ourselves. We haven't raised our arms except in self-defense."

"Until now, I take it?"

"Yes, until now, or until about a year ago. Out of nowhere, a tribe called the Durlings began claiming that they'd originally owned the land we now occupy and began spreading stories about a "massacre" that we supposedly perpetrated on their kinsmen back in the 60s. They began raiding us, killing our herds and burning our fields. The tribes have stopped trading with us and have turned away our representatives."

"Durlings... Hillsdale?" Ivan asked, glancing at Paul who nodded. "So these raiders spread lies about you, cancel you, attack you and steal your stuff, but... you can't do anything about it without risking further alienating your neighbors," Ivan surmised.

"Yes," Julius replied. "We could have ripped them apart ages ago, but Tiberius wants a human ally to go in with him and fend off accusations of further genocide."

"The Faculty cannot help in this matter because the Tribes view us with as much suspicion as they do the Horde," Paul interjected. "Our involvement might only complicate matters further."

"Ah, gotcha. Hmm... How much help do you need? I can't spare a lot of forces at the moment due to pressing threats elsewhere."

"How much can you spare?" Julius asked.

"I think a battalion," Ivan replied. "That's about 800 men."

"That should be plenty," Julius replied. "The Durlings are not a numerous clan. 800 might even be overkill."

"Better safe than sorry, I guess," Ivan replied with a laugh. "I'll get my General on the line here shortly. We'll help you deal with these rascals."

"Really? I haven't even discussed payment yet..."

"Influence is its own reward, if you know what I mean," Ivan said with a wink. "I presume the Horde isn't territorially inclined?"

"No. We don't exactly need the extra space," Julius replied.

"Then I'll ask for Hillsdale as payment," Ivan continued, "Because I am."

"What would a sovereign corporation need with land?"

"Resources, man, resources. There's not exactly a well-developed private infrastructure to buy them from," Ivan replied.

"I see," Julius remarked. "I think that will be acceptable to Tiberius."

"It's a deal, then," Ivan said with a smile. "Return to your home, Julius, and let Tiberius know... the cavalry is coming."

The Raveners of Gravelton

Official Manufacturing Edict by the Presidium and the Functionariat of the Secretariat in Regards to the Prefecture of Morehead City

Due to the rapid increase in scrap and steel reserves and reports of functional warships further north of the United Prefectural Directorate in the pre-war state of Virginia's Chesapeake Bay, the Commissariat and the Industrial Design Bureau have forwarded a request for the production of a series of warships in order to ensure the supremacy of the UPD in its home waters, establish it further afield by supporting operations along the coastal provinces, provide transportation for coastal invasions in future operations and perform escorting duty for future civilian shipping. The Presidium's deliberations on the matter were settled by the Lieutenant Secretary of the Industrial Bureau's firm position that, quote, "We have enough scrap and steel to make around four of the d*mn things. If we do this, can we finally get some barges?", unquote and the matter was considered settled.

[Manufacturing: Cerniv-Class Frigates, Morehead City Shipyard (2 Completed 3/27/21, 2 Completed 3/28/21)]
[Resources Expended: 40 Scrap/10 Steel]
(Two of them start later due to just barely not having enough scrap and steel)



The Constellation Society of Retralik

Half-track
When you look at photos of the pre-war and when you walk through the wastes, what do you see? Is it a civilian car? Truck? Or how about military vehicles, like APCs and Tanks. These two rely on different means of propulsion. Some use rubber tires, rolling on the soil. More off-road vehicles can be spotted with caterpillar tracks, two metal belts on the sides that pulls it forward.

What about a combination of both? You get the maneuverability of a car, but the terrain capabilities of a tank or heavy APC. Perfect for the ruined infrastructure of the apocalypse. It need not be heavily armored, for it can run. And what if you put a machine gun on it? Better yet, how about four? Then it can deal with basically anything in the wasteland, be it bandits or beasts.

Engineers of the Republic, get to work making this Frankenstein-ian machine.
Designing for M16 Multiple Gun Motor Carriage (Light Utility Vehicle class), 7 RL Days

The Kingdom of Acadiana of Praal

Nolan's Dawn.
Fort Hood, TX.

Two days have passed since the memorial commemorating the Battle of Waco was finished and fully opened after President Graves gave a speech honoring the sacrifices of the fallen. In that time, Corporals Gaines and Robertson of Delta and Echo Teams of the Rangers have been asking after former caravaneers in the community, looking to hunt down potential leads in expanding the Republic, as well as exploring the wasteland.

Both men meet after an afternoon of interviews, having gained information on a variety of potential societies. Gaines was told, by all sources, that a nation originating from over the Sabine River has taken hold of the ruins of Houston, with Sugar Land being their westernmost holding in Texas. Robertson was informed of a settlement residing in A&M University, in the very heart of College Station - seeing as several of the former refugees reported being enslaved near College Station, the situation in the town must be dire, and requires immediate action. The two Corporals inform Brigadier General Abbott within the hour, requesting and being granted permission to scout out the two cities. Corporal Gaines alongside Delta Team will venture into Houston, while Corporal Robertson and Echo Team infiltrate College Station to determine the state of A&M.

Baton rouge union

The Sovereign Corporation of Ivan Industries

Play Ball
Across the wasteland, wherever they have survived, stadiums have been popular locales for settlements. Stadiums are often the natural choice for settlements, coming with a free nigh-impenetrable wall, arable land in the center, and even free housing in the suite box. Famous examples include Diamond City in Boston and Maverick Castle down in Texas. Even in Detroit, Ford Field has become Little Motown, a thriving settlement of about the three thousand people.

One stadium, however, has managed to escape that fate - Tiger's Stadium, also known as Comerica Park. This is by and large due to the influence of the Illitch family, the pre-war owners of the stadium who were cofinanciers of the Skyward Bunker project and thus survived the war in comfort. After the war they aggressively reclaimed control over their properties, particularly Tigers Stadium.

The property sat vacant for a number of years until the original Illitch's grandson came up with the idea to turn it into a tourist attraction. He moved out of the Towers and into the Stadium and rebuilt it as a shrine to the pre-war world. The scheme was moderately successful, being one of the few "family-friendly" (i.e. least likely to be killed by a deathclaw at) sights to see in the Motor City. Gerald Illitch made a killing off of selling old memorabilia and uniforms to curious passerbys.

After Ivan's hostile takeover of the Skyward Holdings Company, he assumed by proxy ownership of the stadium. Ivan made an agreement with the Illitch family - they could keep doing what they were doing, so long as they brought back baseball. Ivan sold this to them as a good way to make even more money, so they readily assented.

Figuring out the logistics of this deal delayed its implementation until the conclusion of the Tower-Vault War and some months afterwards. For one, they had to figure out who the Tigers would actually be playing. Given that Major League Baseball had been dismantled by the bombs, there were no other teams to play. Illitch eventually came up with the idea to solicit teams from the various settlements of Detroit, recreating the National League. Lil' Motown submitted a team, as did the Caliphate, Ground Floor, and Rochester Hills.

Then there was the matter of actually teaching them how to play. This was a lot harder than one might think; it took several months before the various wastelanders managed to get the basics down. Here, the Rochester Hills ghouls were invaluable - at least a couple of them had been retired MLB players, and they gladly came out of their long retirement to help revive their sport.

Once that was all said and done, it was then time for scheduling. Illitch had to come up with a schedule that would fit a League that had to get around on horseback. Eventually they settled on the weekends, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, with three-day series.

Then, finally, it was time to play. One fine April day, Tigers Stadium was ablaze with light and festooned with banners to mark the momentous occasion - Opening Day. People flocked from all over the Motor City Ruins to watch, many in response to a fairly effective hype campaign orchestrated by the Ivan Industries Marketing department.

Ivan himself was in attendence. The spectacle didn't really match what he remembered from the pre-war - but it was still something, still Baseball. It still brought a smile to his face, once the Anthem was done, to hear the Umpire shout, "Play Ball!"



The Knights of Polaris of Ardentus

Old Friends Part 9: Interlude

Central Long Island

They were dug in, that was for sure, although not very well. Across most of the length of the island, in front of the ruins of pre-war towns that were now modern settlements, was a system of trenches that the Silverhawks had dug as a last ditch effort to stop the now inevitable victory of the Enclave. However, there was one thing they couldn't nullify; the air power the Enclave possessed, however minor it was compared to what the Enclave once had. The Vertibirds, now no longer needing to worry about the skyline of a great city preventing them from providing effective air support, struck. Despite the trenches dug by the Raiders, they were still vulnerable to attack, and the trenches themselves were little more than long slits in the ground, only somewhat reinforced by wooden planks. The Vertibirds rained down on them fire from their mounted miniguns and onboard soldiers, having little effect on the Raiders below physically, but the moral of the Silverhawks began to drop. But perhaps more importantly, they became focused on the Vertibirds above, which did not let up on their normal harassment. Then, while the Raiders were distracted by the Vertibirds, the ground forces made their move. Advancing with Sentinels in front and lesser armored troops in the rear in small squads, Enclave forces assaulted the trenches. Some Silverhawks along the line saw and attempted to rouse their comrades to fire, but the effect was limited. Only a handful of Enclave soldiers were taken out by the Raiders, and the return fire from the Enclave destroyed large sections of the line. In many places, the trench line broke almost immediately, with the Raiders retreating into nearby settlements. The more lightly armored soldiers in combat armor followed them, engaging in house to house fighting among the shacks and other buildings. In others, the line held a bit longer, with soldiers forced to engage in close quarters combat. Knives, bayonets, even swords were everywhere in these storms of blades. Rifle butts smacked into faces and stomachs, giving soldiers enough distance to fire their weapons and finish their assailants. Soon though, the line broke, and what remained of the Silverhawk defenses retreated back into the Hamptons Radiation Fields. Silverhawks lay dead across central Long Island, and the towns they once held hostage freed and accepted into the Enclave. It wasn't the end though, beyond the horizon, lay great geysers of radiation and death. The final battle was soon to happen.

Casualties:
2,500 Raiders
300 Enclave Personnel

2,500 people integrated
pop gain: +2,200

New York City

He stood in the room that once served as the command center for his former friend. Silverhawk, director of the Enclave Intelligence Bureau, the agency that had saved the Enclave more than once, stood with a 10mm pistol in his hand, shaking with rage. The soldiers had preserved the room when they discovered it, hoping it might provide the EIB with information. Instead, all that remained was a single note that read See you next time old friend pinned to the wall behind the chair. Just then, Commander Lebannault entered and informed Silverhawk the final push was about to happen. Silverhawk remained silent for a moment before saying;
"He's mine."
"What?" Commander Lebannault responded, confused.
"HE'S. MINE." Silverhawk repeated, cocking the gun and aiming at the note and firing again and again into it until the gun clicked from an empty clip five times. Silverhawk turned, his face filled with rage and sorrow.
"All of this, all of this he did because of me. All the pain he caused is on me. This...this is something I have to do." Lebennault opened his mouth, then closed it, then said,
"Alright. I'll make sure the troops don't attack where Simon is." Silverhawk nodded and said,
"Thank you Commander." Silverhawk walked out of the building. Lebannault looked at where the note had been taped before himself turning around and leaving the building.

Revolutionary middleland

Middle the Mechanizing

It was time that the wheel replaced the hoof. Middle was no longer in a position to lag behind its counterparts. If Middle's victories were to come at a quicker pace, the state needs to mechanize its armed forces. No ifs, ands, or buts. With a complete devotion of its armed forces and economy, 5 Po-2 planes would be set to be made in a week's time (rl). The research had been done, now it was time to profit. Middle needed some form of APC, so it would contribute concrete and dense steel plating to manufacture 26 ad-hoc school bus APC's built not too unlike the Killdozer from all of those ages ago by the end of the (rl week).

Similarly, resources would be mobilized to make 42 technicals by the end of that same period. They would be armed with either rudimentary cannons, mortars, or machineguns according to what Middle has already produced. To meet such demand, 21 hell cannons and 21 .50 caliber machine guns would be manufactured in the one-day-strategy to arm said technicals. The remaining 21 large arms would be moved to manufacture .50 caliber machine guns for infantry use.

Middle would divulge research resources into producing measures to counter-act vehicles, as well. Middle would pool related technological documents together to create a rocket launcher similar to the RPG-7. Middle would also begin research on the M29 81mm Mortar.

No improvements to structures were made as a result of this armament sequence and the current educational process of Middle's selected next generation of middle-class. Although this would set Middle back in constructing its facilities, it was well worth having a mobile army.

Revolutionary middleland

Learning to Learn
Domestic Post 4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flYi4yuI_i4

Revolutionary Middleland had advocated for the creation of a middle class of technical experts to serve under the ruling shadow organization to give the political rulers some breathing room. With a handful of factories still running inefficiently, Middle needed 'managers and maintainers' to directly report to the commissars. Therefore, an educational program had been established with organizational members directly teaching a conglomerate of promising adolescents, experienced foreigners, and a new generation of children to perpetuate the political domination of the Plains.

Under the red banner and yellow farmstead, the first class of Revolutionary Middleland held fistfuls of red scarf up to the flag and pledged allegiance to the ideology and state, their rifles still hanging off of their backs as a reminder of the inevitability of conflict with the outside. Everyone in the Revolutionary Middleland was a guerrilla of some sort. Classes had been going on for a short while now, but it would be months before the first managers walked out of the institutions with the qualifications to guide the people.

As children were taught in non-Middle English and as adolescents worked with complex tools for the first time in their lives, and as specialist foreigners had their trades expanded on, Lop Bop's hidden gaze complimented a smirk of satisfaction- the smirk when you know your society is set to exist for perpetuity.

The Sovereign Corporation of Ivan Industries

For the Horde, pt. 2
Tiberius hadn't wanted it to come to this. He'd been around a long time, seen the best and the worst that humanity had to offer. He knew that once his kind started attacking humans, there'd never be peace. It didn't matter that this was justified. It didn't matter that the humans had attacked first. To humans, Super Mutants - Orcs - would always be monsters, and they would always get blamed whenever they'd strike back.

He'd done his best to avoid this. Gathering together the remnants of Attis' army and what 1st-gen mutants he could recruit, he'd tried to find a place where they were not known so they could start over with fresh lives. He'd specifically settled in Michigan, in Lenawee County, a place overrun by the feral and mutated Razorback boars with razor-sharp spines and tusks capable of boring through power armor. There had been no humans here, so he couldn't be accused of taking human land.

It had worked, at first. All the neighboring tribes, though wary, were at least open to communication and trade. Then they'd been discovered by the Wizards of Um and adopted as sort of a pet. It had been the Wizards that had given his people the nomen of Orcs - an identity the 2nd-gens were all to eager to adopt and one that had eventually been adopted by the entire Horde. Tiberius had even managed to establish good relations with some of the Detroit factions like the Caliphate and the Dons, who were all too eager to buy their bacon and razorback hides. But then the Durlings had decided they wanted Lenawee after all...

Now here he was, waiting at Devil's Lake for the Fifth Security Battalion to rendezvous with him. No matter how hard he tried, it seems, humans would just hate him, even go so far as to invent lies to justify his destruction. He was beginning to lose hope. If Ivan Industries didn't follow through on their promise, then he might as well give up all hope that humans ever really could be trusted to live in peace with Orc-kind. If Humans wanted to treat Super Mutants as the monsters, then he might as well give them what they wanted...

Thankfully, Colonel Moore and the Fifth Battalion showed up right on time. Maybe there was hope for peaceful coexistence after all...

The plan was simple. The Durlings had three main enclaves - their tribal village near what used to be Prattville, a fortified trading compound built around the ruins of a Super-Duper Mart in Jonesville, and their main settlement around the old Hillsdale College, which they'd turned into a sort of a castle. The Super Mutants would go to Jonesville to claim the trading post, while the Fifth Battalion would take on the tribal village. They would then converge on Castle Hillsdale in a two-pronged attack to defeat the remaining settlement.

Fifth Battalion's job was the easiest one. Though fortified, the village was not expecting attackers. Most of the clan's warriors were out in Jonesville and Hillsdale preparing for an imminent attack by the Orcs. Fifth Battalion surround the settlement before they even knew they were there, and after exchanging a few gunshots the settlement surrendered wholesale.

The Horde had tougher going. The Super-Duper Mart had been turned into a heavily fortified compound by the Durlings. Old shipping containers had been dragged to the perimeter and filled with dirt to create a fairly effective wall. When they'd run out of shipping containers, they'd stacked all the old cars two high and filled them with dirt. Supplemental stones covered by a crude mortar finished it off. A makeshift gate led to the interior of the compound.

While they had explosives, the Orcs wanted to save them for the assault on Castle Hillsdale. Instead, they found another old car and, after pulling out the nuclear engine, crushed it into something more resembling a beam. Armed with their makeshift battering ram, they assaulted the gate, using the crushed metal to batter down the gate. The gate itself wasn't very strong, so it didn't take much more than a couple of good swings. Once the gate was down, the Orcs swarmed inside and put down anyone who so much as pointed a gun in their direction in particularly brutal fashion. It was tough, in fact, to restrain the bloodlust of the Gen 2s and the East Coast-variant Orcs and keep them from slaughtering the entire settlement (about 650 people). Thankfully, the Gen 1 officers Tiberius had appointed managed to keep their dumber brethren from going overboard.

With those two targets out of the way, it was not time for the main event: the Siege of Castle Hillsdale.

The Kingdom of Acadiana of Praal

Praal wrote:Nolan's Dawn.
Fort Hood, TX.

Two days have passed since the memorial commemorating the Battle of Waco was finished and fully opened after President Graves gave a speech honoring the sacrifices of the fallen. In that time, Corporals Gaines and Robertson of Delta and Echo Teams of the Rangers have been asking after former caravaneers in the community, looking to hunt down potential leads in expanding the Republic, as well as exploring the wasteland.

Both men meet after an afternoon of interviews, having gained information on a variety of potential societies. Gaines was told, by all sources, that a nation originating from over the Sabine River has taken hold of the ruins of Houston, with Sugar Land being their westernmost holding in Texas. Robertson was informed of a settlement residing in A&M University, in the very heart of College Station - seeing as several of the former refugees reported being enslaved near College Station, the situation in the town must be dire, and requires immediate action. The two Corporals inform Brigadier General Abbott within the hour, requesting and being granted permission to scout out the two cities. Corporal Gaines alongside Delta Team will venture into Houston, while Corporal Robertson and Echo Team infiltrate College Station to determine the state of A&M.

Baton rouge union

Burleson County Courthouse.
Caldwell, TX.

Near half a month after leaving Nolan's Dawn, Echo Team has ventured through several ghost towns and slaver hotspots. Skirting around the larger raider camps and mowing down those too drugged up to offer resistance, Corporal Robertson's team has managed to arrive in Caldwell, just west of College Station. Caldwell itself is merely a blip on the prewar map, but in the ravaged wasteland, it seems that some semblance of society has managed to take hold. The center of the impromptu village is the old DPS facility, which offers more than enough room for the hundred and twenty some citizens, with several farms scattered around the town proper providing food to all of them. It seems the slavers in the area have been bribed off as the citizens of 'Devil's Armpit' - as they've named it, owing to the fact of several slaver gangs in the surrounding countryside - using excess crops and criminals to secure their freedom.

Unfortunately, one of the bolder clans has grown tired of the arrangement. Calling in help from College Station with - assumedly - promises of new slaves and fresh food, the clan has been taking action against the Armpit. Though small at first and easily brushed off as arrogant hooligans, the most recent strikes have been far more serious. Through some miracle, the slavers have managed to poison the well system that the Armpit's inhabitants were using to stay alive. Though the mayor of the township had had the foresight to always have ample reserves, the loss of the well is eroding the town's morale, and within the next few months, force the citizens to flee. Corporal Robertson has promised to help the town, stating that the Republic of Texas will never turn its back on those in need; and the men and women of the Devil's Armpit are certainly in need. Swearing to return in time with help, Echo Team begins the trip back to Killeen, to inform President Graves of the situation, and the opportunity for the Republic to expand once more - though the Armpit may have been strong, it's rapidly become clear to its people that it can no longer stand alone against the ravagers of the wasteland.

The Sovereign Corporation of Ivan Industries

For the Horde, pt. 3
The Siege started off with a bang, as a runner had managed to escape the fall of the trading compound to warn the others of an imminent invasion. The Durlings immediately went out in force along M-99 to try and intercept the Orcs out in the open field. The two forces clashed about halfway between Jonesville and the outskirts of Hillsdale, nearly a thousand Durling warriors armed with bolt-action rifles and muzzle loaders vs. 800 Orcs with a variety of scavenged weapons and melee.

Meanwhile, the Fifth Battalion was having difficulty traversing Hillsdale County's swampy terrain. The area around Hillsdale had been somewhat prone to swampiness even before the war, and it had only gotten worse since. The worst part was when the battalion got to Baw Beese lake and found that the causeway that M-99 was supposed to cross had collapsed and been reclaimed by the lake, forcing the battalion to go around several miles out of the way.

Perhaps fortunately for them, the battle was still raging in the north. The Orcs had the upper hand, tough to kill as they already were, but the Durlings were fierce and crafty fighters. By the time the Fifth Battalion reached the southern edge of the ruins, the Orcs had only managed to push their foes back to the fairgrounds (or what was left of them after 200 years).

Fifth Battalion entered the southern edge of the ruins of Hillsdale and barrelled straight up M-99 to the edges of the Durling settlement. Their only resistance was creature, mainly giant termite swarms and the occasional molerat brood. They reached the outer wall of the "Castle" and made preparations to breach and assault the fortifications.

The sudden arrival of the Corporation on their back doorstep caused a little bit of a panic, with the Durling commanders almost immediately pulling troops back from the front line near the Fairgrounds. This was a disastrous decision as the weakened force was not able to hold back a renewed assault by the Horde. The Durlings retreated under the pressure and were soon forced back to the north section of their walls where they exchanged gunfire with the Orcs.

The Fifth Battalion linked up with the Horde and Tiberius brought forth the C-4 charges he'd been saving for this occasion. While Corporate BAR gunners suppressed defenders on the wall, Horde sappers planted the charges and got out of there fast. The wall went up with a satisfying "KABOOM", showering the area with shards and dust.

The Horde went first, the more durable Orcs acting as shock troopers while Fifth Battalion troopers followed along behind to exploit their breach. In the narrower streets of the settlement, the Orcs' melee weapons proved their worth as they literally cut their way through the defenders towards the castle.

The Durlings, to their credit, put up quite a fight, growing more ferocious as they grew more desperate. With nowhere to run, many of them resorted to kamikaze attacks in a vain attempt to whittle down the enemy's numbers and buy their comrades some breathing room.

The survivors were eventually pushed to the steps of Hillsdale College, where they prepared to make a last stand. At the last moment, the Durling Matriarch appeared, waving a white flag. She called for a cease-fire and asked for the terms of surrender.

Tiberius was very happy that she'd shown some sense, having no desire to continue the slaughter. Together with Colonel Moore, he demanded that the Durlings disarm and surrender themselves as subsidiaries to the Sovereign Corporation. The Matriarch, seeing no other choice for the survival of her people, acceded.

The Fifth Battalion remained to secure the area while Tiberius and the Horde returned home. Tiberius hoped that would be the end of it. He dared not hope things go back to the way they were, but hopefully at least his people could rest easy at night.



The Sovereign Corporation of Ivan Industries

For the Horde, pt. 4
Unfortunately, it didn't end there. Relations with the other tribes continued to sour, with the Orcs being blamed as the aggressors in that conflict. The presence of Ivan Industries was explained away as mercenaries (not necessarily an unreasonable assumption). To many minds, the attack on Castle Hillsdale was merely proof of the Durling Clan's earlier accusations. Whispers of a coalition to take out the greenskins began to circulate.

Ivan took the opportunity to capitalize on the situation and offered Tiberius a deal he couldn't refuse: In exchange for Ivan Industries officially taking responsibility for the attack on Hillsdale, the Horde would become a Shareholder, with Tiberius joining the Board of Directors.

Ivan had made him this offer earlier but Tiberius had turned him down, not wanting to get involved in human affairs. Now, however, with the threat of further war on the horizon, it was a deal he couldn't pass up, not unless he wanted his people displaced or destroyed by his neighbors. At least the Horde would more or less retain its autonomy under the deal, while receiving official corporate protection and the elimination of several tariffs and fees.

Tiberius agreed, placing the Horde under the jurisdiction of the Sovereign Corporation. Ivan fulfilled his part of the promise, announcing that they were responsible for the attack on the Durlings and their subsequent "integration into the Ivani Common Market". This did little to placate the tribes, of course... But it did shift the target of their fear and ire, which was good enough for Tiberius.

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Adrian/Hillsdale annexed to the Sovereign Corporation.
Pop gained: 2,000
Casualties: 153
Allied NPC casualties: 78
Total casualties: 231
Net gain: 1,761
Tech documents found: 18

Revolutionary middleland

Power and Fuel
Domestic Post 5

A coal power plant would be constructed in Boise City, Oklahoma in an attempt to better power Middle's various industrial locations. A coal to fuel conversion plant would also be constructed to bring fuel to the Po-2 planes two weeks later. It seemed that Middle would not stop growing, even as the revolutionary state broke limit after limit and consolidated itself to an offensive across the plains and an economic directive of military-first policy. For Lop Bop, it seemed like things were all coming according to plan. Some day soon, his vision would become reality- a reality that would leave a lasting impression on New America for centuries to come...



The Kingdom of Acadiana of Praal

Praal wrote:Burleson County Courthouse.
Caldwell, TX.

Near half a month after leaving Nolan's Dawn, Echo Team has ventured through several ghost towns and slaver hotspots. Skirting around the larger raider camps and mowing down those too drugged up to offer resistance, Corporal Robertson's team has managed to arrive in Caldwell, just west of College Station. Caldwell itself is merely a blip on the prewar map, but in the ravaged wasteland, it seems that some semblance of society has managed to take hold. The center of the impromptu village is the old DPS facility, which offers more than enough room for the hundred and twenty some citizens, with several farms scattered around the town proper providing food to all of them. It seems the slavers in the area have been bribed off as the citizens of 'Devil's Armpit' - as they've named it, owing to the fact of several slaver gangs in the surrounding countryside - using excess crops and criminals to secure their freedom.

Unfortunately, one of the bolder clans has grown tired of the arrangement. Calling in help from College Station with - assumedly - promises of new slaves and fresh food, the clan has been taking action against the Armpit. Though small at first and easily brushed off as arrogant hooligans, the most recent strikes have been far more serious. Through some miracle, the slavers have managed to poison the well system that the Armpit's inhabitants were using to stay alive. Though the mayor of the township had had the foresight to always have ample reserves, the loss of the well is eroding the town's morale, and within the next few months, force the citizens to flee. Corporal Robertson has promised to help the town, stating that the Republic of Texas will never turn its back on those in need; and the men and women of the Devil's Armpit are certainly in need. Swearing to return in time with help, Echo Team begins the trip back to Killeen, to inform President Graves of the situation, and the opportunity for the Republic to expand once more - though the Armpit may have been strong, it's rapidly become clear to its people that it can no longer stand alone against the ravagers of the wasteland.

Caldwell Fire Station.
Caldwell "Devil's Armpit", TX.

Another half month has passed since Echo Team left the Armpit and convinced Brig. General Abbott to send support to the town - luckily for the inhabitants, help has arrived in the form of the 5th Company under Captain Reynolds, as well as Medical Delta with Staff Sergeant Glass. With information provided by Echo Team and the Armpit's citizens, 5th Company has split into four platoon of twenty five, with each platoon taking a cardinal direction and laying down basic defenses using rusted cars and various debris. Medical Delta has also split, sending one man to each platoon with five remaining in the wings, taking stock of the civilians while awaiting the call to arms. Echo Team has been tasked by Captain Reynolds to search the countryside for the hostiles, with standing orders to hold fire unless an opportune moment appears; being as Echo will be drastically outnumbered, they are not expected to find such a moment. The town now waits to see what will happen next - will the slavers press the attack, or are they content to watch the town enter a drought?

KNCT-FM, Central Texas College.
Killeen, TX.

With the Republic beginning to expand, the need for proper lines of communication have become apparent - sending messengers back and forces over miles of potentially dangerous wilds won't cut it. That in mind, Representative Joshua Brack of Engineering has devised a plan; repairing old radio towers in various locations across the Republic. Utilizing some of the vast quantities of scavenged electronics, the men and women of the 2nd Engineering Crew under Sergeant Riley are prepared for the repairs to take anywhere between one and two months.

Simultaneously, a ten man squad from the 4th Company has been dispatched to the old Killeen Police Department to scavenge the comms equipment that connected dispatchers to officers on the ground. With any luck, the equipment can be repaired and put to use for the Texas Rangers and other units of the Armed Forces - the repair work being done by the 2nd Engineering will be crucial to this, as the boosted signal will allow Ranger teams in the field to report directly back to Vault 257 and give mission updates, rather than being forced to leave the Vault in the dark for weeks at a time.

Nolan's Dawn.
Fort Hood, TX.

While teams are out in the ruins of Killeen working on the communications front, the inhabitants of Nolan's Dawn and the Vault have recently begun drafting various plans for additional buildings and facilities. One such plan is a farm just north of the Sugar Loaf Gap, at nearly seven hundred and thirty acres in size. Construction has begun immediately on the farm, as the growing population of the Republic will need food more than it needs spare materials. At the same time, blueprints are being drawn up for the establishment of a foundry, positioned on the old Dyncorp tarmac west of the air field. Representative Stefek is also looking for volunteers among the populace to establish devoted salvage teams in order to provide a necessary boost to the Republic's stockpiles of scrap materials, although the initiative is currently on the backburner while work on the farm begins.

(-1 electronics-radio tower, -1 electronics-PD comms, -4 scrap-farm

tower repaired on 3/16)

New-confederate states

An home far from home
Part 2

The Confederate forces were ready to cross the Tennessee, to continue their advance south to arrive at Montgomery. But, between their target and the territory that they already hold, stood in the southernmost tip of the Appalachian mountains the city of Birmingham, the largest pre-War city of Alabama. The 2nd and the 4th Infantry would have followed the old I-65, going straight through the city.
Just as Tennesse river had isolated the northern Alabama from the rest of the state, the rest of the state had been divided from the north by the river, and so few knew of the NCS. This meant that there was higher resistance than usual from the locals north of Birmingham, but nothing that the Confederate soldiers couldn't deal with. Taking the city itself would be more difficult, however. Reports indicated that the group in control of the town had made claims similar to the NCS, such as being the successors of the Confederacy, to care about states rights and so on.
President Lee II was really intrigued by the situation, he could deal with those impostors with the military might of the NCS, but they were really the first community that probably, at least in a way, could understood the NCS ideals and objectives. They had only went astray in their beliefs, having a not entirely correct knowledge of the history of the Confederacy, and making poibtless claims about not needing slavery. So, as it had only rarely happened before, the President decided to resolve the situation with words instead of guns: a debate would be held, to convince the ill-informed wastelanders to accept the NCS views. Their archives of Confederacy data were limited, and couldn't compete with the vast library of knowledge the NCS had acquired (looted) in their conquests, on top of the one they brought out of Vault 65, so convincing the majority of the wastelanders was easy, as many were glad to know the CSA history was far less obscure than they imagined. Many even asked the Confederates ranks and, to avoid ankward refusals, President Lee II exceptionally accepted them. This proven to be a wise choice, as the newcomers gave unavailable advices to take control of the surrounding territories. This greatly fasted the time the NCS needed to move on from Birmingham and continue their march south to arrive in the old CSA capital, Montgomery. In fact, soon they arrived on the shores of the Alabama river, and the city they seeked for so long finally in their sight.

Pop Loss/Gain +1629

New-confederate states

Dixie Land
Industry RP

Following the various reforms promoted by President Lee II, the Confederate government has decided also to enact a series of edicts in the fields of industrial production and infrastructure. For the first time New factories will be built from scratch, thanks to the work of the ever-growing re-education camps, instead of being only repaired from pre-War ruins. At the same time, plants already repaired still out of work will immediately start production.
Thanks to the data found in the TVA headquarters, the various coal plants of Tennessee have started production, and will soon supply factories, government buildings and (some) houses across the NCS.
To ensure the military might of the Confederate Army remains advanced and at the same level of its neighbors, new military vehicles designs will begin research.
Finishing up, to increase the trade and movement speed of troops and civilians alike, all the pre-War road network will be repaired and adapted for the needs of the NCS government and citizens.

Started building Medium Foundry: finished on 03/30/21 (used 6 Concrete 8 Steel)
Started building Medium Factory: finished on 03/30/21 (used 6 Concrete 8 Steel)
Started building Roads on all 12 Tennesse tiles: finished on 03/15/21 (used 24 Concrete)
Small Factory started producing: 175 Assault Rifles per day (uses 1 Steel per day)
Started researching LUVs: finished on 03/27/21
Coal-powered plants online: uses 1 Coal per day

The Knights of Polaris of Ardentus

Old Friends Part 10: Final Words

Hamptons Radiation Fields

The Hamptons hadn't been populated much even before the war, mostly serving as a resort destination for the wealthy. Now, they were a shadow of what they were, home to great geysers that spouted radiation dust or irradiated water. This was where the Enclave moved to finish things. For the first time, all 150 Sentinels, in suits of X-02 or Hellfire Power Armor, were sent, since they were the most resistance to the radiation that was prevalent in the area. The rest of the soldiers were given doses of Rad-X to dampen the effects of any radiation from the geysers that might affect them. As the forces of the Enclave advanced, they found very little organized resistance. The Silverhawks now knew the fight was hopeless, and only fought out of fear of what their superiors, who were truly loyal to Simon Gray, would do if they disobeyed. The pockets of resistance were concentrated around towns and resort homes of long dead millionaires, each having been fortified with sandbags and wooden planks. On the surface, it looked like it would be a tough fight, but long gone were the days where the Silverhawks were a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Despite these fortifications, the low moral often meant that the Silverhawks surrendered when given the chance, and each pocket crumbled relatively easily, with only the bosses putting up much of a fight, or the few squads within the compounds that still were hopeful that victory against the Enclave might somehow be achieved. Even so, radiation geysers claimed soldiers from both sides, and the fighting within the remaining houses and streets was brutal, no matter how demoralized the Silverhawks were. Even so, by the afternoon, the remaining resistance to the Enclave's advance crumbled, each mansion and town was taken. All except one at the end of the island that overlooked the small bay, one with a banner of a hawk painted in silver on a black background. When soldiers, even the Sentinels, got near it, they were ordered back. this was not their fight, they were told, it belonged to another, someone who had a right to end things more than anyone else.

Villa, Hamptons Radiation Fields

The five bodyguards of Simon Gray stood outside the once great structure. As Silverhawk advanced, the bodyguards raised their guns to fire. Silverhawk fired twice, two of them went down. The remaining guards opened fire. Rushing forward, Silverhawk grabbed one of the dead guards and used him as a shield while grabbing his rifle and dropping his pistol. Tossing the body aside, Silverhawk fired another three shots. Three more thumps as the remaining guards hit the ground. Silverhawk dropped the rifle and grabbed his pistol, checking the clip as he did. Up the front stairs of the house came a slow clap.
"Bravo," a voice said and Silverhawk turned to face. It was who he expected, Simon Gray.
"You." Silverhawk said, his voice shaking with rage. "You did all of this, for what? To prove a point? That I was wrong to leave?" Simon laughed and said,
"No. I did it because you were my friend. You betrayed me. You LEFT me to ROT! YOU LEFT ALL OF US TO ROT!" Now Simon raised his own gun and fired at Silverhawk, but Silverhawk dodged and rushed at Simon, firing as he went. The two met halfway up the stairs and, after knocking the guns out of each other's hands, began to throw punches. Slowly, Silverhawk drove Simon back into the house, pushing him back a few feet with a particularly hard punch before kicking him through the door. Simon rolled and landed on his feet. Behind him, right in the center of a great spiral staircase had circled up and done through the center of the mansion was a radiation geyser. Silverhawk charged Simon, but he was ready. Simon dodged to the side and grabbed Silverhawk's right arm, twisting it behind him and pushing him towards the railing that guarded the side of the staircase. Despite the 200 years of wear and tear, it still held under Silverhawk's weight.
"According to legend, this place reveals your true self through the radiation. I know your true self Jason, but you need to see it for yourself!" As if on cue, the geyser shot pure radiation up, turning the above it green and striking the left side of Silverhawk's face as he dangled over the railing. He screamed in agony and went limp. When the screaming died down, Simon released his old friend's arm, only for it to spring back to life and grab his jacket. Silverhawk held Simon out over the railing, and what Simon saw shocked him. The radiation that had affected Silverhawk hadn't burned away his flesh down to the bone, no, it had ghoulified the left side of Silverhawk's face, and the hair on that side had turned silver.
"My true self huh? Well then, here is my truth; my name. Is Silverhawk. Let's see what your truth is." With that, Silverhawk pushed Simon over into the geyser of radiation, where he evaporated, not even bones were left. Grimly, Silverhawk said
"That's what I thought." Then walked out of the house, finally leaving his old life behind once and for all.

Casualties:

Enclave: 250
Silverhawks: 1,506

1,200 people integrated
pop gain: 950

Boston, 3 days later

President Winters sat with a list of prepared remarks before him. It had come to a close, and yet it had only begun. The war against the Silverhawks, he knew, was only the first step in reclaiming America, but it was a victory nonetheless. He began;
Attention people of the Enclave. Several days ago, the last of the Raider gang known as the Silverhawks was destroyed and their leader, Simon Gray, killed. With this, I am pleased to announce that the first steps towards restoring democracy shall be taking place as of today. For some time now, the Enclave has been governed solely by three men, including myself. As of today we are expanding the role of the people, and establishing a senate that will have elected members from every settlement within the Enclave to introduce and pass new laws. New England, and indeed Boston is where the fight for independence began five centuries ago, and we shall continue that legacy. God bless America, and god bless the Enclave With that, he turned off the microphone placed in front of him and stood. In front of him stood Commander Lebannault and Director Silverhawk.
"You alright Director?" The president asked. Silverhawk touched the left half of his face,
"Yeah," he responded, "the doctors said its a miracle that I'm ok and bizarre that the radiation only affected the left of me."
"I wasn't just talking about that." Silverhawk looked down and sighed before saying.
"Simon was the last link to what I hated about myself. Now that he's gone, so is that part of me. As for this whole half ghoul thing, I'll figure it out. Besides, it's a good conversation starter with women." The president sighed, clearly he wasn't gonna get anything else out of him.
"Very well then Director. Dismissed." Silverhawk left, and President Winters turned to face Commander Lebannault.
"Sooo....about what happened at Hart," Lebannault said. Winters smiled and said,
"I have no regrets just so you know."
"Oh thank god, I was worried because of how it might look with the two of us together and if you wanted to end things and.." President Winters started to laugh and said,
"Piper Wright was a little mad that I didn't mention it in the interview I gave her, but she's fine. As for us, I don't care what other people think. We're trying to build a better America, and that starts with the small things. All of that to say, wanna grab dinner?" Lebannault looked up and said,
"I thought you'd never ask."

Liberated New Arizona and New-confederate states

The Kingdom of Acadiana of Praal

Praal wrote:Caldwell Fire Station.
Caldwell "Devil's Armpit", TX.

Another half month has passed since Echo Team left the Armpit and convinced Brig. General Abbott to send support to the town - luckily for the inhabitants, help has arrived in the form of the 5th Company under Captain Reynolds, as well as Medical Delta with Staff Sergeant Glass. With information provided by Echo Team and the Armpit's citizens, 5th Company has split into four platoon of twenty five, with each platoon taking a cardinal direction and laying down basic defenses using rusted cars and various debris. Medical Delta has also split, sending one man to each platoon with five remaining in the wings, taking stock of the civilians while awaiting the call to arms. Echo Team has been tasked by Captain Reynolds to search the countryside for the hostiles, with standing orders to hold fire unless an opportune moment appears; being as Echo will be drastically outnumbered, they are not expected to find such a moment. The town now waits to see what will happen next - will the slavers press the attack, or are they content to watch the town enter a drought?

KNCT-FM, Central Texas College.
Killeen, TX.

With the Republic beginning to expand, the need for proper lines of communication have become apparent - sending messengers back and forces over miles of potentially dangerous wilds won't cut it. That in mind, Representative Joshua Brack of Engineering has devised a plan; repairing old radio towers in various locations across the Republic. Utilizing some of the vast quantities of scavenged electronics, the men and women of the 2nd Engineering Crew under Sergeant Riley are prepared for the repairs to take anywhere between one and two months.

Simultaneously, a ten man squad from the 4th Company has been dispatched to the old Killeen Police Department to scavenge the comms equipment that connected dispatchers to officers on the ground. With any luck, the equipment can be repaired and put to use for the Texas Rangers and other units of the Armed Forces - the repair work being done by the 2nd Engineering will be crucial to this, as the boosted signal will allow Ranger teams in the field to report directly back to Vault 257 and give mission updates, rather than being forced to leave the Vault in the dark for weeks at a time.

Nolan's Dawn.
Fort Hood, TX.

While teams are out in the ruins of Killeen working on the communications front, the inhabitants of Nolan's Dawn and the Vault have recently begun drafting various plans for additional buildings and facilities. One such plan is a farm just north of the Sugar Loaf Gap, at nearly seven hundred and thirty acres in size. Construction has begun immediately on the farm, as the growing population of the Republic will need food more than it needs spare materials. At the same time, blueprints are being drawn up for the establishment of a foundry, positioned on the old Dyncorp tarmac west of the air field. Representative Stefek is also looking for volunteers among the populace to establish devoted salvage teams in order to provide a necessary boost to the Republic's stockpiles of scrap materials, although the initiative is currently on the backburner while work on the farm begins.

(-1 electronics-radio tower, -1 electronics-PD comms, -4 scrap-farm

tower repaired on 3/16)

Sugar Loaf Ranch.
Fort Hood, TX.

Although it took several days, the combined efforts of the Vault dwellers and those former refugees who had been farmers have finished the first official farm of the Republic. Over four hundred acres consist of razorgrain - the wasteland's substitute for prewar wheat - while the remainder is a variety of corn, tatos, and carrots. The first shipments are being sent to Baylor University in Waco; after the eradication of the slavers in the area, the 3rd Company under Captain Anderson established a forward operating base in the University, encouraging the wastelanders in the surrounding area to join them in the city for protection. Some of the wastelander citizens in Nolan's Dawn have also been discussing forming caravans of their own, to head into the vast wasteland to bring goods back to the Republic, as well as learn more of the possible societies that the Republic could one day come into contact with. The first caravan is headed by Alonso Verez, with thirteen others joining him on the journey eastward. Every member of Verez's caravan is a denizen of the wasteland, and thus know how to properly protect themselves from the threats that inhabit it, as well as how to navigate it and to survive off the land if it becomes necessary.

After saying their goodbyes and being given the official blessing of Mayor Stefek, the caravan sets out east on Interstate 14 - though the road is assuredly damaged somewhere along it's length, the caravanners will be able to travel all the way to the east coast if everything goes well, passing through LA, MS, AL, and GA.

(Baton rouge union this caravan will be passing through your territory, specifically in Alexandria)

Smartiepantses

Betrayal At It's Finest

The year is 2289 and Ano-El has made an appearance within Vault 37, a living god incarnation, the Overseer didn't trust the safety of the Vault while Ano-El remained within the walls of the Vault. Few Dwellers sought out petitions to kick out the Ano-El Dweller and others praised the deity and went against the petitions. A no-El tried to strike diplomacy with the Overseer, but it had failed, and Ano-El wasn't going to accept this failure. Ano-El knocked the Overseer unconscious and restrained him in the office, locking the doors to enter. Ano-El waited until the Overseer woke up, he was waiting as he stared into the eyes of the Overseer. He was knelt and had set his hand on the knee of the restrained and gagged Overseer. Ano-El stared at the Overseer through his respirator, speaking through a dark raspy tone. "I forgive you. You fear what you do not understand. It's common for a mortal such as yourself. Look at me, and hear me. Embrace my words into your thoughts, you must understand what I represent. I am a fallen angel amongst mortals, dear Overseer. I am lost and I am found... Hear me..." The room fell silent, Ano-El had quit talking but a multitude of thoughts was invading the Overseer's mind. It was overwhelming, loud voices in his head speaking directly to him.

"Ano-El has blessed you with his presence."

"Through faith is peace, and Ano-El is the passage to peace."

"Ano-El is the supreme, for the lower deities have yet to prove their worth of faith. Ano-El is a presence worthy of both trust and faith."

"You dare defy a god? You will regret such an outrageous decision, you will burn in the depths of infinity."

After two hours of telepathic communication, the Overseer was mentally broken. Ano-El stood up and looked down to the Overseer, speaking to him now. "I am done speaking to you mortal, I await your decision. Do you defy me or do you worship me?" Ano-El removed the gag from his mouth and waited for his response to the question presented to him. The Overseer was broken, he slowly glanced up at Ano-El and spoke to him. His eyes shown fear and misunderstanding, and Ano-El could sense such feelings and thoughts. "I-I will not join you, you're a fake deity! You're insane! I will banish you and your lunatic followers! Your ego is too big to be self-acknowledged, you've been off your medication!" Ano-El sighed and shook his head, "This outcome I did not expect, to be openly misunderstood after properly acquainted with my offers of peace and destiny. Such a pity. I will not let my following fall under the authoritarianism of Vault-Tec. I will honor your death by releasing you and giving you a proper battle, although foolish to defy a god I will not murder you without a fair attempt." With this, Ano-El dug in his Vaultsuit and took out a combat knife to cut his restraints, after he was released he ran towards the controls but Ano-El beat him to the control board. He was also met with Ano-El's blade, sinking into his stomach. "Foolish mortal... Such waste." The Overseer fell back and grunted in pain, the Vault door opened and people in robes and hoods entered and bowed before their god. Ano-El commanded the followers to a deed before leaving the office and his followers, it chilled the Overseer to the spine to hear. "Take care of this mortal, they are a traitor to peace and prosperity. After his death, we will liberate the rest of the Vault. I want one of you on the control board while the rest of the followers will deploy their crusades through the halls of Vault 37, kill any opposing forces such as Vault-Tec security." After the command, Cabal followers began searching all the rooms and attacking any opposing Dwellers and Security Officers until the Vault was completely under Ano-El's control.

The Brotherhood of Steel of New Decandsor

New Decandsor wrote:

Xavier Part I: The Sick & The Weary

Nipton was once known to many as a sick, debased, and corrupt town. Gangs, prostitutes, and criminals were allowed to roam freely without any repercussions. But now, Nipton has been realigned, now known as a beacon of law and order in a chaotic Mojave. Nipton has grown in recent months following the failures of Operation Hearth. And that is all because of Mayor Ray. . .and Xavier. Xavier was modest in his role in helping Nipton, he just helped people in the town, handing out supplies and medicine where needed. He desperately wants to join the Followers of the Apocalypse and roam the Wastes, helping those in need. But for now, he is content with staying in Nipton and helping others. Today at first seems like any other day to Xavier. The Sun is shining, people on the streets are handing out locally produced foods from farms at stands. Xavier went about his routine, visiting Lilly at her stand, talking with Marge and some of the older residents, and begins his path to the Town Hall to speak with the Mayor.

As he walks the path, he notices a gang of individuals entering the community. They were all dressed in leather jackets and leather armor. Every one of the gang members have a brand on the right side of their face, a marking that resembles a bird. With firearms brandished on their sides, they stride through the town as if they own it. After taking a small glance through the town they begin opening fire. Bullets fly throughout the town, through windows, striking many residents. Civilians are caught off guard and quickly get shot down. Xavier, shocked and stunned, runs with his head down to the Town Hall as gunfire rings out behind him. Rushing inside, he desperately searches for Mayor Ray. He spots him calmly walking down the stairs. "Mark!" Xavier exclaims, "Raiders!" The Mayor seems unimpressed and says, "They arrived late." Xavier, confused, shakes his head, "What are you talking about?" The Mayor stares down Xavier, "You would be wise to wait here and keep your mouth shut."

Through the front doors one of the gang members arrives. He was brutish in appearance, the man's face was scarred and burned in many places. The Mayor remains calm as he speaks to him, "Karl, you took your time." Karl smirks, "Can't rush these things Mr. Mayor." He looks over to Xavier, staring right through him. "And who's this?" "Not part of the deal," The Mayor quips back, "You know our agreement." Karl doesn't take his eyes off Xavier but only nods before turning back and leaving. "Mark, what the hell are you doing?" Xavier asks. The Mayor has always been a good man, dedicated to building up Nipton. Never has there been an open agreement with murderers and gangsters. Mayor Ray sighs, "The only thing I can do. You need to leave, get as far away from here as possible. These people, the Newborn, they won't stop here. All I can do is buy time. Xavier, it would be best if you left the Mojave. There is nothing left here that is worth a damn thing. Everything has already happened before, you would be wise to avoid it at all costs." On that note the Mayor leaves Xavier alone to ponder his words as outside, the Newborn commit atrocities ravaging the town of Nipton.

Xavier Part II: The Old Roads

Xavier heeded the words of the Mayor, he quickly packed his things and left Nipton and sunrise, careful to avoid the Newborn patrols that walk the streets. At first, he didn’t know where to go, but he eventually settled on going to Primm, which has its own solidified police force. And so, he begins his journey now. Xavier thinks it won’t be long, as Primm isn’t too far away. But as he walks the roads, he notices more dangers that he avoids. With the absence of the MDF patrols, paths across the Mojave have become increasingly more dangerous to walk. Avoiding the open dangers, Xavier travels parallel to the road and cuts across a dry lake, which is swarming with massive ants, although they are much less dangerous than Radscorpions. Taking his chance, he keeps his caravan shotgun by his side.

With his shortcut, Xavier only has to take out a few large ants, being spared the larger dangerous on the open roads. He arrives at Primm only to find its entrances completely closed off at every point. Guards dressed in leather armor patrol the walls, and aim their rifles at Xavier when he arrives, “Stop right there! What business do you have in Primm?” Xavier puts his hands up and responds, “I’m from Nipton. The town has been hit by the Newborn. I’m here seeking refuge.” The Guards don’t lower their weapons, “Primm is on lockdown, no one is allowed in or out. I’m sorry, but we can’t take you. I suggest heading further north to Goodsprings.” The Guards lower their weapons before going about their patrols. While Xavier knows Primm is much safer, Goodsprings is still better than the open desert. He turns and heads north towards Goodsprings, hoping to find better luck there.

The Constellation Society of Retralik

Ambitions
The taking of Guadalajara was a major boost to the Republican Industrial sector. As one of Mexico’s major pre-war industry hubs, it’s outskirts are peppered with factories, warehouses and old machinery. However, the bombs have chewed away at them, making many irrecoverable and remain old husks. All except for one site.

Somehow, perhaps due to the distance from central city, but an industrial park on highway 65D survived the war with practically no damage. For wasteland standards. It’s a relative term. Simultaneously, reports come in that material stock has been replenished enough to build another small-sized production center. It appears that the Republic’s luck has come to aid once again, after the breakthrough in the combustion engine project.

Large Factory repair, 8 RL Days
Small Factory construction, 7 RL Days

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