The Fallout WastelandBoard

Building of Civilization

With power now coming from the Little Rock Dam, the strength of central power has become an evident strength to the union Industrial base. Though no one wants to dam up the Mississippi river in fear of restricting trade. The creation of solar plants has become a viable option after the re-discovery of Union Scientists. Along with this new power, the hope of producing more goods have become a hallmark of Union Business. With two hospitals being constructed within the ruins of the old within Baton Rouge and Houston.

16 Concrete, 12 Steel, 48 Scrap

New-confederate states wrote:

The commander, unprepared for the situation, reached again for his megaphone: "Do not move!". He left the post leaving his second to control the barricade. Briefly after he was back with the general in command of the city: "You are allowed inside to negotiate, keep your hands in sight and we'll be fine!" . The general ordered to open the doors for the outsiders, and then wait for them.

With approval from the city guard, the lieutenant moves with his men into the city to meat the local government. Though looking around at the well supplied men and numbers, It looks less like a settlement and more of an occupying army. Standing before the man in charge the Union officer takes out his orders and script. "Don't worry sir I came prepared", looking back down he began to read. "As a representative of the Baton Rouge Union, i would like to state the hope of a bright future between our states. Our duly elected senate and Consul has come forward in hopes of good relations and candor between us. This representative carries with him a written agreement for your government to consider, and if approved it will lead to a mutually beneficial agreement of trade and relations towards out two states. " Finishing his statement he hands the general the Agreement. "If you need time to speak with your government, I have orders to wait on the bridge if you prefer"

Cape Charles

With Bahamas now under Union control, the Merchant Guilds hopes of protected outposts align the east coast could be achieved, with the first one being founded within the Chesapeake Bay. With the BRUS High Sea benign sent out to found an outpost along with 200 men. The ship sailed into the bay with little trouble besides the old wrecks of sunken ships around the bay. Once there the crew made land at the old port of Cape Charles. Originally a rail town, it was founded as a ferry crossing for rail cars and passengers. Now with a small contingent of troops and a rebuilt pier the town can operate as a small trade post for the Union merchants.

10 scrap spent, Cape Charles Post founded

Vacation, part 1
Puerto Vallarta. Before the war, it was a shining city on a hill, it's land filled with resorts for foreign tourists and it's waters packed with cruise liners, yachts, sailing boats and other luxury vessels. It was a playground for the wealthy from Mexico and other countries, while the workers suffer with meager pay and terrible living conditions. Beyond the coastal mask lay a dark face, a monument to capitalist rot and vice.

It wasn't a target in the nuclear war. Hey, who would be heathen (or wasteful) enough to bomb a resort town when you can take out that metro area or industrial park? As such, much of the tourist infrastructure remains, though they have tarnished with age and lack of maintenance.

When Republic scouts first rode to the city, little has changed from the P.V. in pre-war postcards and photographs. A few tall buildings have collapsed, sure, but the skyline and layout are definitely recognizable. It has been a century since residents up and down this coast reported strange events occurring with the sea and the dying aquatic life, terminating the fishing industry. Once, beaches like these were filled with drifting carcasses of sealife. But in recent years, whatever caused that poisoning must have stopped, because these incidents have become non-existent and fishermen are once again become an actual job.

One night, while they were sitting around the camp, two men, only known as Oscar and Gabriel, approached them. Raising both of their hands as a sign of peace, the scouts welcomed them to sit around. They saw the smoke from the fire, and reasoned that since it wasn't here before, someone new was in town. Introducing themselves, they're fishermen from the local area. While the poison has ended, they say, a new threat has emerged to snap their waters from them.

Due to its pre-war existence as a resort town, drug lords further down south have taken to staying here in the summer, enjoying the beaches and luxuries. Their entourages have already evicted these locals from P.V, so they've taken to living on floating barges along the coast. But this is where it really gets worse for them. The cartels have completely banned fishing close to shore, forcing trawlers to go further out, regardless of the danger. This is so that the space is free for their yachts, sailing boats and also to show their dominance. Not to mention, drugs from the cartels have begun to circulate among their society, and they would very much appreciate if the Republic can come in and "evict" these organizations.

With potential local support, and that cartels are private organization, most definitely not able to challenge a centralized nation like the Soviets, the scouts relayed the message back to the government. War Man Red heavily pushes for this to go through, citing the strategic importance of Jallisco as the "Gateway to the City". The City, in this case, referring to the metropolitan chain that stretches from Guadalajara to Puebla, in the center of the country. There, lies valuable resources not available in the underdeveloped countryside and lesser urban zones, and factories that can be restored to former glory and pump out all manners of goods and materials for building socialism. Plus, the place can be a good vacation spot for men of the army, for after the multi-year long constant march of expansion, these men are thoroughly exhausted. They weren't even given a proper New Years break, for God's sake!

A vote was held in the Federal Soviet, the National Assembly, and a poll to gauge the opinions of the people. All were in favor. More land and wealth can't be a bad thing.

Old Friends Part 2: New London Calling

Newlon, formerly New London, Connecticut

The city, much like Providence, hadn't been hit hard by the Great War, but rather by the civil unrest that had followed. Now, it was a den of the new Raiders, holding the residents of the city hostage and forcing them to service the Raiders. That was about to change. In the dead of night, when all the raiders except the guards were drunk or passed out, Enclave foot soldiers advanced in small fire teams, lacking the usual company of the Power Armor wearing Sentinels, as they would draw attention. Instead, some of their group had been trained as snipers and given normal bullet-based firearms to prevent any Raiders, even a drunk one, from seeing the red beam of a laser weapon and raising the alarm. As the soldiers reached the walls of the city, the Snipers fired their silenced rifles at the guards, hitting their targets and silencing the alarms before they could be raised. That done, they scaled the low walls, opening the gates from inside and letting the troops in, who dispersed throughout the city, getting civilians to safety and silencing the Raiders who saw them with combat knifes. Now the final phase of the attack began. The engines of four Vertibirds roared overhead, containing the elite shock forces of the Enclave, their Sentinels. The Sentinels dropped across the town, firing with their laser weapons at close raiders, only a scant few of whom were sober enough to hold a gun, much less fire one. Those few Raiders able to lift a gun were cut down by laser fire. Despite being cut off from each other, the Sentinels were well trained for combat, and their armor was too strong for any bullet from the crude Raider weapons to do much damage. Buildings were stormed, and drug dens, bars, and brothels were cleared. The Raiders slowly roused more of their comrades, but the best they could manage was a fighting retreat, slowly being driven out through the city's opened gates and fleeing to the surrounding countryside, after successfully taking out the few guards left on the gate. The civilians who had been captured by the Raiders were freed from their shock collars. By dawn the next day, the citizens had been gathered in the center of town and were asked if they would be willing to join their liberators, the Enclave. Unanimously and thunderously, the assembled crowd cheered Yes.

Outskirts of Newlon, after the battle

Three figures stood, agents of the EIB. Their names were Julian, Sarah, and Nicholas, but they were better known by their codenames, Monarch, Praetorian, and Nightwatch. Dressed in the garb of raiders, they were prepared to infiltrate the Raiders now fleeing the city of Newlon. As the Raiders headed towards the three, located west of the city, they began walking forward to meet the Raiders. When the Raiders saw them, some drew their weapons, but the Operatives put up their hands, with Julian saying
"We're not here for a fight, we heard that some new gang had been grabbing up territory and we wanted to join up." The Raiders lowered their guns. One stepped forward and said,
"Good. After what's been happening lately, we could use the new blood. Now who the hell are you people?" Playing innocent and dumb, Sarah piped up
"I'm Sam, that's Blake," she pointed at Nicholas, "and that's John. But what do you mean? What's been happening?" The Raider snickered and said,
"We just lost that town down there to some freaks in Power Armor. That wouldn't be a problem, but just a few days ago, we got beaten back from Providence by those same guys." The Operatives exchanged looks. Finally, Nicholas said,
"This might sound weird, but we actually haven't heard anything about what you guys are called. So who are you?"
"Who are we?" the Raider said, "Heh. Surprised you haven't heard our name by now. We're the Silverhawks"

Casualties:
3,000 Raiders
100 Privates

2,000 people integrated

Keepin' an eye on them
Domestic RP/ Part 2

Once again Secretary Sarah Pickett had the important task of delivering to the NCS citizen the latest news about the wastelanders that had been assimilated inside the Confederate States. The crowd was about three times than the last speech, and this time it seemed to not be made just curious and passers-by, but by citizen really interested on the latest news on such a semsitive and complex topic.
"Goodmorning, citizens of the New Confederate States! I'm glad to see that you really care to know the way President Lee II and the governement are adressing the issue of the continuos arrival in our territory!"
In fact as the expansion progressed, more and more men and women were asked to join the NCS army, their place usually taken by the newly arrived slaves, especially in the agricultural sector.
"The last batches of newly-arrived slaves have gone almost completely unsold, due to the fact that there are almost no more job positions by the ones of their kind, and this has caused much preoccupation in many of you, fellow NCS citizen, but, as always, the New Confederate government had prepared himself for such an eventuality..."
Many wondered how could had the NCS governement dealt with the issue, many of the usual old folks were back, and were luodly proposing to "butcher them as the animals they are", but where mostly unlistened by the rest of the crowd.
"... to support the war effort, and to improve the living conditions of the NCS citizens, some pre-War industrial facilities are currently under repair, and many other will be restored in the future. To do this repair works, and to operate the facilities, we'll use the oversupply of slaves. But, this is not the end! The facilities will also work as re-education camps, to allow the most wothy slaves to become NCS citizen! It's a win-win for everyone!"
As one could expect, the old fellas were not happy, every time this lady spoke, more savage wastelanders were given the chance to become NCS citizen, but seeing that once again they were pretty much the only ones with that kind of thoughts, so they left t muttering.
A soldier approached Secretary Pickett and handed her a dispatch, after giving a quick look, she then adressed the crowd one last time: "Fellow New Confederate citizens, I've just been informed that our first plant, the Memphis Iron Works, and its connected re-education camp, has started production just a few hours ago!"

Memphis Iron Works (Small Foundry) Repairs Completed

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Research Post

A newly inducted citizen opened the hatch to his rural hangar outside the farm, leading three of Revolutionary Middleland's soldiers in. He had been living in the decimated badlands near the south of Nebraska's panhandle, meaning nobody was around to loot his collection. At least under this new red government, he would be protected- even if it meant abandoning his family's home. It was for the better, was it not? The guns under the soldier's armpits reinforced that belief.

"My great great-grandfather was a Soviet defector." The new internee began, his English still pure and untainted by a Middleland re-education camp. The secret commissar of the soldiers checked his red watch, his only telltale sign. A female cadre to the observer's left spoke.

"And what of happen to him, most anti-revolutionary father father double?"

"Well, he flew over here with the only thing he had- an old Po-2. Sure, by the time of the war it was a heaping mess since he came over in the mid-20th century, but it's been the family pride and joy since then."

"And you have machine?"

"Yes." The citizen flicked on an intricate coal-light pulley system. A devastated green biplane hung from the ceiling, long-faded red stars only visible by the rusting on the wings. "She's been through air shows and crop dusting and now, nuclear annihilation." He took a long drag from a home-rolled cigarette. "What do you plan on doing with it?"

"We won't use it." The more educated commissar cut in. "We'll replicate it."

A lever was pulled, and the biplane would be gently lowered down. The group of soldiers moved to it, feeling off the dust on their fingers. One soldier idly turned the propeller. Several Brahmin were guided near the hangar, and the plane was hooked up to them, to be whisked away and deconstructed.

Revolutionary Middleland begins research on a Po-2 attack/bomber biplane- 14 days.

Baton rouge union wrote:

With approval from the city guard, the lieutenant moves with his men into the city to meat the local government. Though looking around at the well supplied men and numbers, It looks less like a settlement and more of an occupying army. Standing before the man in charge the Union officer takes out his orders and script. "Don't worry sir I came prepared", looking back down he began to read. "As a representative of the Baton Rouge Union, i would like to state the hope of a bright future between our states. Our duly elected senate and Consul has come forward in hopes of good relations and candor between us. This representative carries with him a written agreement for your government to consider, and if approved it will lead to a mutually beneficial agreement of trade and relations towards out two states. " Finishing his statement he hands the general the Agreement. "If you need time to speak with your government, I have orders to wait on the bridge if you prefer"

The general listened carefully to his interlocutor: seemed really like this guys weren't the usual savages, they had proper equipment with them, and talked about a Senate, representatives, and other things that weren't the usual beteween wastelanders.
The foreigner told him he could wait, and in fact the general had no autjority to carry out foreign relationships, and wasn't really ready for anything like that, so he could only send a message to Nashville and wait for an answer. Many hours later it arrived: the general took the small dispatch they handed to him and read it to the foreigner: "The New Confederate believes, as many said in this pre-War land, in "Agriculture and Commerce", and would be glad to be in friendly terms with the Baton Ruoge Union, but before signing the treaty you brought, we must make clear that we can't have talk with those that believe the wrong history of our ancestors, the CSA men and women, or at least don't even dare to doubt the lies spread about them, and those that seek to create the old governement that oppressed us. So we must ask to you to tell to the general if you fall into one of these categories, and he has been instructed to behave accordingly."
The general finished reading, and watched the foreigners, waiting for their answer.

Old Friends Part 3: Ghosts of the Past

Plymouth had been one of the towns encountered by the Enclave before they reached Boston. Guarding the entrance to Cape Cod, the city, and it's allies in the rest of the peninsula were more than happy to join the Enclave when the Vertibirds arrived over their towns. In each town however, a story was told that made the soldiers of the Enclave shake their heads in frustration and sorrow. Unfortunately, it seemed that during their flight from Newlon, some of the Raiders had managed to evade Enclave forces and reach the cape, linking up with former Gunner elements. Now they were harassing the settlements from their position in the abandoned town of Falmouth, so far being unsuccessful thanks to the training provided by Enclave advisors during their last visit, but the Raiders were gaining strength. If allowed to continue to build up, they could possibly re-link with the larger gang or simply become a large enough force to control the region, a knife right at the back of the Enclave. Commander Lebannault ordered the standard Vertibird harassment of their positions, killing dozens if not hundreds of Raiders before the bulk of the forces moved in. Similar to Newlon, infantry mostly without Power Armor were deployed to assault the walls, drawing the majority of the Raider's attention. Then, the Vertibirds returned, deploying Sentinels behind the lines after clearing out landing zones. The raiders attempted to turn and fight, secure their rear, but the Sentinels wouldn't let them. Their bosses ordered them moved to try and break the assault on the walls, and opened the gate so a concentrated effort could be made. Instead, it let the attacking forces in, swarming through the gate and cutting down the Raiders with their laser rifles. The Raider lines were split, forming smaller and smaller pockets. Some of the pockets opted to surrender and be integrated, while others fought to the death, knowing what happened to the Gunners or other groups. The outer walls were dealt with, now for the interior walls. The gates had been sealed, and not further Sentinel drops were going to occur, but that didn't mean the battle was lost. Instead, the Sentinels began ramming against the gates, gouging deep holes in the scrap metal and wood. Bullet fire from the more experienced Gunners inside hammered at the Power Armor, but was met with the lasers of experienced Enclave troopers. The fire from the other side dwindled, as the Sentinels torn more and more holes in the gate, more and more laser shots were fired through. By the time the gate was successfully opened, only a small handful of Ex-Gunners remained inside. The Sentinels retrieved their gatling lasers and miniguns and laser rifles and advanced in, cutting down the last bits of resistance. Those Raiders who had surrendered were taken to field medics and treated for wounds, before being taken to recruitment stations or sent off to other settlements where they could start over. With Falmouth secured, Plymouth and the other settlements of Cape Cod joined the Enclave.

casualties:
200 Enclave privates
2,900 Raiders
2,100 people integrated

Falmouth, After the battle

Commander Lebannault toured with his personal guard, making sure the city had been fully cleared of Raiders. While walking down on of the main streets, a soldier carrying a laser rifle and holding a Raider by the arm walked up to him, tossing the Raider to the ground.
"Sir. This Raider has something interesting to say." Lebannault halted his group and looked at the Raider, who was on his knees by now.
"Well then, spit it out!" The soldier said, pressing the barrel of his laser rifle against the back of the Raider's head. The Raider snarled, but spoke,
"Considering I just agreed to join you, you'd think you'd treat me with a little more kindness."
"Your loyalty shall be proven through deeds, not just words," Lebannault said, "Now what do you wish to tell us." The raider was on his feet now and said,
"I don't know much, the gang did a good job of keeping most of the intel away from us grunts, but you want to know who you're fighting right? Well, we, they, are called the Silverhawks. From what little I do know they have New York under their control, but I only joined a few weeks ago." Lebannault nodded, and motioned for the soldier to take the Raider away.
"Get him to a field medic and then point him to the nearest enlistment officer or wherever he wants to end up." After the soldier walked away, Raider in tow, Lebannault turned around and said, "I think it's time I have a talk with the Director."

New York City, home of the Silverhawks

The three operatives were still amazed by the fact they managed to get to the city. They had expected it to be a crater, but not this. Apparently the bomb had been detonated further up on Long Island, leaving most of the city relatively intact. It had many names over the years, but perhaps the one that fit it best now was "The City that Never Sleeps". Raiders were everywhere in the streets, drinking, smoking, taking chems, firing guns both into the air and at firing range areas, the list went on. For now, they were headed to the ruins of the Empire State Building. It was a minor miracle the place had survived, and now it was the location of the Silverhawks' boss. As the three entered, an object flew past their heads, smashing into the wall behind them, and a voice yell "DAMNIT!". They saw Raiders in metal and leather armor, not just the scraps most wore, clearly a more elite force. They raised their guns, but a man in black armor raised his hand the guns were lowered. He walked forward. The man's hair was completely white, like it had been bleached. His face was, surprisingly, without scarring, a frustrated smile barely concealing his anger.
"So," he said, offering them a seat "I hear you're from up north, and now you want to enlist." The three sat down, with Julian, or John as the Raiders called him, said;
"Yeah, we were part of a group called the Gunners up in Boston, but we left. Then we heard they got their asses handed to them by some other faction. We don't know anything beyond. When we heard there was a new gang who had managed to grab control of New York City and parts of New England, we knew we had to join up." The man offered each a cigarette, they refused, and he put the packet away, then said,
"The reason I ask is because I have an old friend who went north, with some very dangerous people. I was wondering if you've ever met a guy named Jason Hawthorne." The three looked at each other and shook their heads. While they had a guess as to who it might be, they weren't sure. The Raider boss shook his head and said,
"A pity."
"It may not be my place," Nicholas began, "But why are you so interested in this Hawthorne fellow?" The raider smiled and said,
"It isn't your place to know yet. Although I do appreciate your candor and respect. Sadly all but a few have those qualities these days. Especially among my gang." He motioned to one of his guards and said, "Xavier here will bring you to your quarters and you'll receive your assignment in a few days. Oh, and my apologies for nearly taking your head off earlier, I had just gotten the news about the lose of Newlon." The guard walked over to them and the three stood up, but before they reached the door, the man said,
"Oh, silly me, I nearly forgot you don't know my name yet. I am Simon Gray. But since this is my gang, everyone calls me Silverhawk."

Material Conditions
When the rural communes were formed, the government has graciously allowed the locals to draw up their own boundaries. However, from utopic intents, spur dark ambitions. Larger and richer collectives have begun bullying smaller ones, forcing them to sell their land and keeping them underdeveloped. While they can afford more quality equipment, the weak cannot, despite workers there laboring just as hard, if not harder, than their wealthier counterparts.

This cannot continue. Such mindless competition affects crop yield and people's livelihood, undermining stability and the ideals of the nation. A new committee, made up of locals and government planners, is to redraw the commune boundaries to better equalize the farms, making sure that "fat cats" such as in the old system can no longer exist. Along with that, money is pumped into the poorer collectives, affording them more effective equipment, increasing output.

"We are no capitalist. We don't drive out competition like that. If fellow comrades are still working hard, yet they are struggling, we must help them, not drive them further into poverty!"

Upgrading Level 1 to Level 2 Rations, 7 RL days

Formation of the Informational Bureau

Due to the abundance of radio towers constructed primarily for military communications and secondarily for government edicts, a number of Securitate officials have proposed a tertiary purpose: a radio channel for casual listening by the population of the United Prefectural Directorate. Its purpose would simultaneously provide entertainment in the leisure periods of the populace, inform and explain them of new events and edicts in a manner suitable to the Directorate and further tie the people closer to the government by further encroachment upon the private lives of their citizens. The Presidium found this proposal worthy of consideration and agreed to it in a vote, with the Director authorizing the formation of the Informational Bureau underneath the Securitate.

Big Trouble in Little China: Part 1

48 years have passed since the Chosen One crossed paths with our Immortal Emperor and Chief Advisor. 48 Years since they gifted us the ship they used to end a threat to all life and returned with the Enclaves vertibirds technology and gave us the Hubologists deaths and technology to improve power armor.

It took 48 years to consolidate Shi rule over all of San Francisco, buying out competition or forcing others out into the NCR. With the advancement of our biotechnology the vines we created to absorb radiation lifted the ‘Green Curse’ on our city and gave us all a new chance at radiation free lives. Many would think as we are now protected on land by the NCR from foreign threats and an ocean moat to defend our coast however there has been a complication in San Francisco. The Brotherhood refuses to leave even as their Elders sit besieged in Lost Hills, instead they fight us, declaring us an enemy because we have signed treaties with the NCR.

Their power armor and energy weapons would prove difficult for many and even the NCR with their overwhelming military find it hard. For the warriors of the Shi Dynasty however, our advancements in combat armor and firearms have given us a slight edge in balancing the scales towards victory. It also doesn’t hurt that our Immortal Emperor has proven effective in predicting the Brotherhoods strategies and preventing any serious damage to vital infrastructure. Regardless of all this though, the techno-cultist fanatics have turned Redwood City into a warzone, their death throes causing them to lash out at anyone who enters.

To Time
Domestic Post 3

The plugs were inserted and the levers were turned on in the new medium factory standing proud in the devastated lands of what was once Kansas City, Missouri. Revolutionary Middleland's people had mined out building by building, cranking out resources for the good of the nation. Lines of uniformed citizens walked down the half-removed roads towards the towering structure. With resources cascading in for the preparation for rearming the deferred soldiers of Revolutionary Middleland's army. A lone man, hair blonde and muddled with ash- walked through the ruins with a barrel on his back. He lugged it towards the factory, and came towards a collection cart. A balding man came forward, a scarred scalp hid by a black cap. The blonde dumped silverware from an old retail store into the cart.

"Many of silver for today collecting resource manufactured." The elder with the black cap remarked, looking into the day's capture.

"To time, comrade. We will of supply perfect army."

Big Trouble in Little China: Part 2

Farther north and east, San Francisco would seem a center of progress and civilization even compared to the cities of Shady Sands and New Vegas, powered lights, mostly re-paved or tiled roads with merchants and citizens bustling about in open air markets. However in the west along the bay, buildings still show the ravages of the Great War.

Redwood Frontlines: SSDF

The mini guns roar drowns out a lot as it’s bullets rip chunks off the decayed concrete cover the SDF cover behind, men and women crouch and kneel, darting from cover to cover. The occasional corpse reminding them that even with their combat armor the Brotherhoods heavier weapons will still cut them down if they slip up. As soon as the guns roar dies down signaling a reload the SDF pop up and open fire, burst fire covering their forward squads as they move closer to yet another brotherhood hold out, 1 knight and five initiates by their uniforms keeping the SDF’s third platoon pinned, the old high school they were using as cover gave them a good defensive position for the small group of fanatics. The forward squads have to stop almost halfway to their intended target as laser rifle fire greets them from the schools windows, they soldiers diving and scrambling for cover behind old cars or trees, their armor singed or burnt through where the lasers hit, off to the left a man screams out for a medic in mandarin. Someone should have told the Emperor what ruling a City State would take.

Industrial Design Bureau Report #1

Thanks to the abundance of fuel, both solid (coal) and liquid (ethanol), the Industrial Design Bureau has been established to usher the United Prefectural Directorate and its various Prefectures into the mechanized age. Having already introduced designs for agricultural tractors, sure to produce additional foodstuffs for rations and liquid fuel, the ID Bureau has been tasked with creating various steam ship designs for production in the Directorate' primary, and only, shipyard. While primarily to be made out of wood given the lack of technological knowledge in regards to making metal float, these ships will still carry mighty engines that will propel them farther than any dingy with sails, although they will also have sails in case of mechanical failure. In addition, they are to delegate a few minor designers to the drawing board of a truck, for civilian and military purposes, which will be sure not to take long due to existing pre-war examples. The military purposes of said truck involve a curious form of artillery rather different to the scavenged pieces the Commissariat has come across. As a last note, they are also to design a few aerial vehicles for scouting and tactical bombing purposes, though they are unlikely to be all that impressive given the technological limitations of the Directorate.

Wooden Steam Ships: 3/7/21
Armored Trains: 3/7/21
Truck: 2/27/21
Rocket Artillery Truck: 3/12/21
Biplane Fighter: 3/7/21
Biplane Bomber: 3/7/21

Havana Hoedown 1/2

Within the Caribbean sea, many of the once beautiful islands and ports have become destitute and barren. With few of the original inhabitants remaining from the great war. One such island is the largest still populated, The island of Cuba. Having been a comunist country before the start of the GReat war, it was in dire economic straits thanks to the United States having isolated them after the soviet union abandoned them due to the resource wars. Along with the apocalypse, the remaining cuban government faced crisis after crisis. To the point it only remains now within the capital of Havana. Left with rusting and crude weapons the city is left only livable by the constant raids on the tribals living in the countryside. Now however they had begun shooting at passing merchant traffic, leaving little for the Union Army to do but end a remnant of the Old world.

Leaving with a fleet of 6 ships, 4 windjammers would be sent to ferry the 1600 men across to the city, while the BRUS New Orleans and Baton Rouge will be sent to support the invasion from the sea. While the force would expect the ragged defenders, the city defences would make just sliding up into the port impossible with the remaining guns. As the cuban remnants have still maintained parts of the cuban artillery supply. Having moved them into the venerable Castillo De Los Tres Reyes. A symbol of the naval past of Havana and one of the larger fortifications in the Americas that remains today.

Havana Hoedown 2/2

With the fleet having arrived at the coast of Cuba. The commander in charge, General Aurthor Morgan. Had decided to land the force in the abandoned port of Mariel. Setting camp in the forlorn port. Though it ruined the element of surprise with the Cuban remnants spotting them unload and make camp. A proper hold was more important in Morgan's mind. The next day led to the more brutal fighting, and the discovery of Havanans defenses. With the city having been easy to enter, but hard to take with remnants holding up in the numerous forts scattered through the city.

Fighting along the coast lead to the capturing of the Russian Embassy, turning more into an observation tower over the rest of the city. While infantry cleared out the Torreon de la Chorrera. Having only needed to break the gates for the battery to surrender. While more intense fighting was left in the bay. With New Orleans and Baton Rouge steaming right into the center of the bay. Dragging what artillery the remnants held into a fight with the two steamers. Thought the heavy armor of the two ironclads left them well afloat against the high explosive rounds, the constant bombardment left their shells landing off mark. Leaving the two to pull for the day.

With day two starting off with the Ironclads once again steaming to fight the Castillo del Morro, the infantry began their assault on the inner city, in hopes of splitting the defence between the Fort and the Revolution Plaza. With mostly door to door fighting turning into a slog for the army. Though the remnant defence was split, holding it became harder for the army to keep from the desperate defenders. Day three started with the Ironclads engaging the Castillo del Morro once again, though the fight was supported with a small infantry assault to the forts south. Leaving the guns split between north and south. Though a lucky shot hit the New Orleans and damaged the Pilot house. The fort surrendered to the assaulting forces, leaving what remained of the remnants held up in the old government buildings of the Revolution Plaza.

Now the final day, the Kraken and Whitewood was moved into the bay along with the undamaged Baton Rouge to begin bombarding the Revolution Plaza to submission. Though after hours of bombardment and the last of the Ships shells. The remnants still held within the Revolution palace. Leaving General Morgan to order the building to just be burnt to the ground. Leaving another old world government burning into nothing but ash.

Now with the city held and secured, the locals were happy enough with the end to the constant raiding. Happily joining the union after the army began trading supplied with the tribal locals. The Whitewood was then sent back home with the news of a secured Havana. Leaving the union with a stronghold along the straits of Florida.

517 men lost. Havana annexed, 2467 pop gained.

Official Construction Edict by the Presidium, the Functionariat and the Secretariat in Regards to the Prefectures of Georgetown, McClellanville, Charleston and Beaufort

In a new edict issued by the Industrial Bureau of the Secretariat of the United Prefectural Directorate on behalf of the Director and enacted by the Presidium, it has ordered that the following Prefectures are to expand their scavenging efforts in order to feed the growing industrial heartland within Morehead City and further accelerate the industrial revolution that is planned to propel the United Prefectural Protectorate to the height of its power and beyond.

[Constructing: Scavenging Warehouses, Georgetown, McClellanville, Charleston, Beaufort, Completed 3/15/21]
[Resources Expended: Scavenging Warehouses (10 Scrap/3 Steel/3 Concrete/2 Scrap Electronics)(4)]

The NCR election was a predicted landslide for President James Hsu who now enters his third term as President of the NCR. The nationalist party failed to maintain the electoral votes need to remain a coalition partner with Hsu's moderates. The death of Tucker had divided his party. The hardliners wanted to continue his legacy and wage war against the Brotherhood. The moderates recognized the suicidal nature of this plan so the party split and became unappealing to the majority of it's supporters. James Hsu on the other hand saw a surge in popularity over his handling of the Sunnyvale incident along with the success of his economic reforms.

He stood their on the steps in Shady Sands and did the pledge of allegiance he had done twice before:

I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the New California Republic, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the New California Republic.

The crowd cheered. Later on, he took to his podium and prepared his first address to the NCR of this term. He spoke of the recent developments within the NCR and how the strength and character of the nation had allowed it to endure some of the most troubling years they have ever known. He also revealed the dangers that are present outside of the NCR, scrambled reports of communists, monarchists, tribes, democracies and even the Legion being reborn. The NCR would soon find itself no longer isolated to the local politics of California and that foreign policy will regain the importance it once held before the Great War.

President Hsu was no longer held back by the status quo or the nationalists in government. The Sunnyvale incident had exposed the dangers of the NCR becoming too relaxed. A small group of Brotherhood hardliners had managed to biologically attack one NCR city as well as occupy another (The public could never know the biological weapons had an unknown source). The people wanted change and President Hsu was finally in a position to do so.

Firstly, he had a final economic plan to vanquish what his party called the 'remnants of wasteland life'. His plan involved the establishment of a minimum wage for all workers in the NCR of around 7 NCR dollars an hour. Government officials would see a 15% decrease in their wages to balance the budget. Most controversially however, was the proposed introduction of a social security system, this included an old-age pension program, unemployment insurance funded by employers, health insurance for people in financial distress, financial assistance for widows with children and financial assistance for disabled individuals. This was all dependent on the earnings history of those attempting to applicants of this social security.

The barons, although greatly depleted in power, were doing everything in their power to stop this bill and they were joined in an uneasy alliance with the remnants of the nationalists in going against the bill. Still, despite calls of 'communist influence', the Bill passed and California had a social security system for the first time since 2077.

Politically and economically, the NCR was finally stabilizing.

Expansion 31/Operation Containment

Underneath Acting Commissar Victoria Volkov, the 1st Unit of the Commissariat of the United Prefectural Directorate was tasked by Strategic Command to advance along the southern, western and northwestern border of South Carolina to deter expansion by neighboring powers and to secure the total annexation of South Carolina. Advancing steadily westward, vanguard elements first entered the province of Hampton, so named for the central trading center of the province, the settlement of Hampton, which had steadily been expanding both its physical boundaries and its influences on neighboring settlements with shows of force and wealth and economic connections via trade. For the most part an inoffensive mercantile oligarchy, it was stymied partially by a large raider gang named the Hangmen, who took a particular delight in capturing and lynching whole caravans after ambushing and slaughtering any guards they may have had. While not particularly numerous, the Hangmen knew the land and were skilled enough in guerrilla warfare to withstand attempts by the primarily defensive militia of Hampton to destroy them or at the least drive them from the province. Sensing an opportunity, Acting Commissar Volkov authorized the dispatching of an Emmissariat asset and a Cadre to Hampton to negotiate a peaceful annexation of the province and cooperation in eliminating the brigands of the province.

Records of Acting Commissar Victoria Volkov

To have a province willingly join the Directorate and become another Prefecture without having to break their spirit is an auspicious start to the operation, especially given that they are all too willing to aid us in removing those "Hangmen" from their lands, our lands now. The usual tactics of encirclements and sieges were not to be utilized for this campaign, these raiders operated primarily as nomadic raiders and practiced guerilla warfare extensively, which meant no meaningful infrastructure or strongholds that would cripple them if destroyed or captured. However, previous encounters with these kinds of raiders had given some experience to the 1st Unit and thus I dispatched light infantry, rangers and cavalry, usually vanguard elements who closed the noose of encirclements and did the initial scutwork for the follow up elements, on search and destroy missions. To their credit, the raiders realized what was going on after a second encampment of theirs was destroyed and reacted viciously, launching attacks of their own on neighboring settlements and Commissariat encampments and bases. These were seen off, usually without many casualties, due to the heavier concentration of firepower in the defending Cadres and Sections, being siege infantry and the like. After a week or two of playing cat and mouse, I chose to broadcast on all frequencies an offer of amnesty to the Hangmen and was surprised to receive a transmission back, asking for parley, which I agreed to provided it occurred on neutral ground.

Hampton Province, South Carolina

Acting Commissar Victoria Volkov resisted the urge to gape incredulously at the Hangmen's delegation, maintaining a collected and stoic visage even as the haphazardly dressed and clothed raiders entered the designated meeting area. With some internal mortification, Victoria wondered if she had ever dressed as appallingly as some of the women, and men, presenting themselves before her eyes. Before she could lose herself in a spiral of panicked embarrassment, she raised an eyebrow at the peculiar sight of the leader of the Hangmen, the plainly named "Kimberly", though she had told Victoria over the radio that her friends called her Krazy Kim, with a K. Peculiar in that she had a noose around her neck and a cut rope down her chest like a pre-war suit tie, which only drew more attention to her...sparse outfit and other assets, and once again Victoria found herself thanking whatever gods existed for the Commissariat's uniforms. Victoria sat alone, facing another chair set out for Kimberly, while her own men remained vigilant against raider treachery, though most of them were of course hidden and in vantage points ready to rain fire. Kimberly sat with aplomb, crossed her legs and in the face of Victoria's increasingly twitchy expression at the flash, smirked slyly, "Let's get to it, shall we?". Victoria inhaled sharply and leaned forward, propping an elbow upon a leg and a hand upon the other, stating smoothly, "Let's."

[Losses: 37 Protectors, 72 Raiders]
[Gains: 2,187 Pop, 313 Hangmen]

Keepin' an eye on them
Domestic RP/ Part 3

President Lee II was sitting in his tent in the camp that had been set up outside of Chattanooga, waiting for his troops to refill their ranks to complete the conquest of Tennesse.
A young soldier, not older than 20, rushed in the tent, he was panting, in his hand a piece of paper.
"Urgent dispatch for President Lee!"
He handed the card to the President and immediately run out without even saying another word. The President tried to guess what could ever been of so importance to come and disturb him while he was leading the troops, but he resolved that reading the dispatch was less work than doing any guess, and so he did.
From the Office of the Vice President John Graves
Mr President, I opted for writing this dispatch by my own hand, and give it personally to the messenger because I can only trust an handful of people here in Nashville, for the reasons I'll explain you now. I have the clear feeling someone is plotting to seize the power in the NCS, and I'm also almost sure to know who. Those that first fought for our dream of an a New Confederacy, those that lived next of my door for so many years, the old Vault Dwellers, or as they are known today, the Radical Fringe. You may don't believe me now, Mr President, but they are no longer the heroes that liberated Nashville from the rule of the savages. Now they're just a bunch of traitors that believe we should kill everyone with hasn't born in the same place they have, that isn't a "real" Confederate. We both know that they always had this unreasonable and unlogical wiews, but now they have started saying that you and this government should rule the NCS. They are almost openly challenging your position Mr President!
Their agents are everywhere, in every branch of the government they have someone that either believes in their preaching or is in their payroll. And I have reports of contacts of their members with northern raiders and mercenaries, Sir, they're preparing to take over! If we don't act now we will be toppled now by this old fanatics, we cannot allow that. We must send our troops before theirs are set in motion, or they will take Nashville. And if they control Nashville, they could claim to be the real NCS government, and fighting them will become much more difficult.
So, I please you Mr President, change the course of the troops, recall them from everywhere, and take strong hold of our capital, before it's too late. I'll do what I can to prepare the troops here.
The President looked astonished at the card: how was he had no clues of what was happening, how could he have been so blind to the plotting of his countrymen, if it wasn't for the Vice President he would have just been informed that his capital had fallen to rebels while he was marching into Knoxville.
Saying he was furious was an understatement: "Lieutenant Jackson!" he shouted.
The poor field attendant rushed in the tent and snapped to attention: "What is it Mr President?"
"I want all our troops to immediately pack and prepare to depart for Nashville, we leave in 6 hours!"
"Sir, are we retreating?"
"Don't question my decisions, Lieutenant, now go and spread my orders!"
"Understood, Mr President!"
The attendant run out of the tent and started giving the orders, to all the officers in the camp and beyond.

About 6 hours later, in an obscure hallway of the Confederate Senate

"They are making their move."
"So are we."

Diplomatic Mission

Despite over a month of waiting and with little to show for it other than an increasingly weary and irritated border defense force, the Presidium has elected to dispatch a team comprised of both Emissariat and Securitate assets to both open diplomatic talks with the rising power to the United Prefectural Directorate's west and to acquire additional information to support the Directorate's judgement. While the Emmissariat is of course in direct command of the mission, the Securitate's operatives are to ensure the complete safety of the combined team and are thus armed accordingly in line with Plan Open Cache. In the event of hostilities with no chance of escape, they are to both liquidate the Emissariat and themselves in a manner suitable for disposing of the assets granted by Open Cache. Currently, the team is approaching the border and preparing to cross over.

Gravelton wrote:

Diplomatic Mission

Despite over a month of waiting and with little to show for it other than an increasingly weary and irritated border defense force, the Presidium has elected to dispatch a team comprised of both Emissariat and Securitate assets to both open diplomatic talks with the rising power to the United Prefectural Directorate's west and to acquire additional information to support the Directorate's judgement. While the Emmissariat is of course in direct command of the mission, the Securitate's operatives are to ensure the complete safety of the combined team and are thus armed accordingly in line with Plan Open Cache. In the event of hostilities with no chance of escape, they are to both liquidate the Emissariat and themselves in a manner suitable for disposing of the assets granted by Open Cache. Currently, the team is approaching the border and preparing to cross over.

(New-confederate states, forgot to mention in the actual post.)

Old Friends Part 4: War Chest

Lebannault stormed through the complex, not even stopping to acknowledge the people who greeted him. He reached President Winters' office, and burst through the doors. He saw Silverhawk sitting there, talking with the President about the daily intelligence brief.
"YOU!" He said, pointing at Silverhawk, "You have some explaining to do." Silverhawk and President Winters looked confused.
"Close the door Jack," Winters instructed. "And have a seat." Lebannault did as he was told, before starting up again.
"I just learned that the gang we've been fighting lately is known as the Silverhawks. Care to explain Director?" Silverhawk looked stunned and said ,
"That, that can't be. No, no, no. That's not possible." Winters now looked stunned and said
"Director, is there something you're not telling us." At that moment, a man with the overcoat and pin of an EIB office opened the door and said,
"Sorry to interrupt sirs, but there's a new transmission from the Operatives with the Raiders. Apparently they managed to get access to an old transmitter and sent us this." The man handed Silverhawk a folder, who thanked the man and then opened it. With each line, the shock and horror on his face only grew.
"No, no" he said over and over again. Finally, when he finished reading he closed the folder, handed it to Winters and said,
"There's something you need to know, something I hoped I'd never have to tell anyone. I....I used to be a raider." The other men looked at him in shock, Lebannault's face slowly showing cold fury.
"I was part of a gang called the Silverhawks, named after the head honcho, who was always called the Silverhawk. I was friends with this guy Simon. He was decent enough, so were the others in the gang. We had a good time, but then....one day when were were shaking down this farmer and his family, it hit me what we were doing, the wrongness of it all. A few weeks later, we got into this scrap with another gang and I managed to get out. When Simon saw me leaving, he nearly killed me, but he got pulled back to the fight. A few days later, I managed to get to Stamford, where I met you guys and joined up. When I did, I could've sworn I saw Simon watching me from the shadows, but I figured I was just seeing things."
"Well," Lebannault said, his temper clearly having calmed down, "I guess you weren't. Cause they're back and they're a major threat, not just some minor guys shaking down innocents for caps."
"And according to this message," Winters said, placing on the table, "This Simon you mentioned is the head of the gang and he's looking for someone named Jason Hawthorne, who I'm guessing is you." Silverhawk nodded and said,
"Yes. That's my real name. But the fact that Simon's in charge? That's bad. He was a nice guy on the surface, considered himself above chems and booze, and he had this charisma that allowed him to draw people in and get them on his side. Odds are he used that charisma to rebuild the gang and why he's so successful now." Lebannault, who had been silent for a time now said,
"This doesn't change anything. We can still beat these Raiders, no matter how much their leader styles them an empire, his forces don't match his bravado. Besides, our next target is the settlement War Chest. It has a relatively light garrison and a foundry we could actually repair and use to supply our rebuilding efforts. Once we actually get enough materials, we could actually start replicating some of the Minutemen's artillery or make new suits of Power Armor." Silverhawk stepped out, walking back to his office, his mind gripped with memories and fears that he had buried like the name Jason Hawthorne.

War Chest, formerly the city of Worcester

The city was somewhat aptly named. Having been the home of a medium foundry that produced materials for weapons before the Great War. Currently, the city was occupied by a small garrison of Silverhawks, close to around 1,500. The territory was thought to be irrelevant to the wider wasteland, and the Silverhawks were about to pay for that mistake. A force of around 30 Enclave Sentinels and around 300 other soldiers were deployed after the traditional Vertibird strafing. The weakened guards attempted to open fire, but were rapidly cut down by snipers using modified laser rifles, while the bulk of the force smashed through the gates of the city, overwhelming the Raiders with minigun and laser fire. The Raiders engaged in a fighting retreat, attempting to use civilians where they could as Human shields, but they were cut down by flanking fire. Rapidly, the city was cleared of Raiders, with the few who did try to flee getting cut down or captured. However, lacking the resources to repair the foundry meant that it would have to remain sitting, devoid of life until the resources could be gathered to repair it. Until then, it was assessed for damage and the resources were stockpiled.

Casualties:
1,456 Silverhawks
50 Enclave soldiers

2,407 people integrated