John slowly picked himself up from off of Oliver's corpse, "And so the Jack of Hearts has fallen." he muttered to himself, secretly referring to a deck of cards with the faces of NCR leaders he had been given back when he was training in the Enclave...The 52 men and women he was supposed to kill before the Siege of Navarro stopped his training, and saved their lives, well, most of them anyways. John sighed and looked up to see a figure in a clean, formal military dress uniform approaching him through the gates of the camp, accompanied by several Elatians and the Primaperator in his black Elatian armor, which could only mean one thing, "Hello sir Viceroy!" John said quickly to him, giving him a small salute. "Ah, hello John. I must say, you and your friend have exceeded all expectations, and for that, I am grateful." The Viceroy said kindly to John before looking over John's shoulder to see Damien walking away from the Legate's burning body and towards them, "Hm. It seems the Legate and the Legion has been dealt a killing blow." he remarked before giving John a bright smile, "The Mojave is ours, after 4 years of roundabout caimpaining to try to capture this place as intact and with as minimal loss of life as possible, it is ours. And in no small part to the efforts of you and your friend! I'm pleased to say that due to your actions, the Powder Gangers and Great Khans simply folded after a very quick fight, the Strip and Freeside have been secured with but one group meeting their fates in each, the Omertas and Kings respectively, and finally, the NCR across the land, despite initial surprise resistance, soon gave in the moment they were informed of the treaty and have been escorted to Mojave outpost where they will all be accounted for and sent home." he said happily to John, "And once your friend gets here, I think I'll tell you both of your very special reward, along with an all expense paid trip to our capital city on Terra, Gloriia Renovatus." he added with a wink (Wanna do a ending type style slideshow?)
(Alright. Quite curious to know what the "Special Reward" is. I will let you write John’s if you’re interested.) And so the Courier, who had cheated death in the cemetery outside Goodsprings, cheated death once again, and the Mojave Wasteland was forever changed After four years of fighting, the Glorians finally celebrated their victory of taking the Mojave alongside Hoover Dam. Without the fear of danger, they left Westside and started immediately to rebuild the Mojave, accomplishing what would have taken many decades in simply five years. New Vegas became the first completely rebuilt city on Earth after the Great War, setting a shining example across America and the rest of the international community In turn, the rebuilt casino city also became the most profitable on the planet and led in all forms, from scientific to military. To ensure the Mojave would stay under their control, Glory erased any resistance that would pose a threat to their new colony with minimal loss of life, and those who did not support Glory was wiped clean from existence. At long last, the Mojave Wasteland was under the Eagle of Glory. After suffering a death blow by the two couriers with the fall of two Caesars, the Legion collapsed overnight. Amid the confusion, a civil war between two sides worsened their problems with those trying to assume power and get the Legion back on track. With both sides exhausted, a violent Slave revolt in Flagstaff sealed the deal in destroying the Legion completely. By 2291, the Legion was no more and society under their former banner was rebuilt, following democracy similar to the NCR's. Under the treaty, the NCR’s seniors grumbled at first for losing the Mojave, but eventually seen the light and happily accepted. Knowing they were in deep water the moment they were in the Mojave originally, no further conquests happened. Public support for a war declined enormously, but the economy remained strong. President Aaron Kimball suffered a fatal stroke four months after the defeat in the Mojave, his loss was mourned by few. After a presidential campaign, only one person stood out top to defeat all others to become the president, Adrian Winters, Damien’s father. Under President Winter’s, the NCR became strong again and the economy skyrocketed alongside restoration of its former cities. Deciding not to head east, the Republic’s next big hurdle was to take back what used to be Hawaii, but did not rush things until the public believed that it was time. With the help of the Glorians, the Boomers developed a healthy relationship with their alien allies. Eventually, the Boomers decided to explore the outside world while preventing non-glorians and non-boomers from entering their territory. Damien went back to his home outside of Vegas, only to be told that he could live inside a completely renovated home in Freeside in luxury. He moved into the neighbourhood and was liked among many of its inhabitants. Upon hearing that his father has become president, Damien travelled back West towards the NCR, now renamed Shady Sands again to see his father for a family reunion. He finally managed to get his father to tell him what had happened at Navarro, and eventually about the child he encountered that changed his life. While not telling his father, Damien made a rough guess who the child could have been. After spending three months in the NCR, he left back towards the Mojave. While he remained unmarried, he believed that the women of his dreams was somewhere. He spent his days after the war in peace, happily working as a bar owner. And so the two Courier's road came to an end... for now. In the new world of the Mojave Wasteland, fighting continued, blood was spilled, and many lived and died - just as they had in the Old World. Because war... war never changes (*Que dramatic end music*) (Going to skip the smaller factions, such as the Followers due to un-needed information.)
(I'll do some additional Gloriian stuff more related to their post-Mojave stuff along with John's) Glory, however sated it was with its hold in the Mojave, declared that the remains of the Legion must be swept clean from the world, and that more must enjoy the benefits of their rule, Glory swept East across the Colorado, using the power of the gun to take and the sercurity of the hammer to secure the lands the four legios took, driving all the way to the old Rio Grande River, taking the entire state of Arizona, all of New Mexico west of the Rio Grande, and north into parts of Utah and Colorado. Though Glory rebuilt these lands more slowly, and killed far more of the populace within than in the Mojave, their lands were not only restored, but also improved from their Pre-War state, further showing Glory's skill in military and as rulers. Here, Glory paused, and waited as it got it's new subjects used to Gloriian rule and to bolster their military with native Legios.... The Viceroy, ever grateful of John's assist in leading Glory to victory in the Mojave, offered him the highest possible honor, a trip to the shining, beating heart of the Gloriian Empire, its Capital Gloriian Renovatus, filled with buildings 10x times larger than anything on Earth, and then some. John politely declined, stating it sounded too crowded for him, and out of refusal to leave the place he had found refugee in after fleeing Navarro. John served the Viceroy as an occasion mercenary for "High-prioty, inflitration and assassination" missions, but as a whole, John spent the rest of his life in a quiet existence somewhere in the wasteland in a small house built special for him, often times finding himself missing the times of old, until one day, he simply got up, and disappeared into the Wastes, never to be seen again by anyone in the Mojave. Occasionally though, news will come through about some gang leader or high-ranking official of an evil group with a single .376 magnum round in their head with a small note saying "For Redemption, and the Common Good." (now what?)
(Hm...you mentioned something about a Gloriian expedition into the Capital Wasteland earlier? Maybe that? -shrug-)
(It's okay. I'll go ahead and start. I'll say that since is a long range expedition that likely wouldn't be extremely productive, it would be the natora ciintura armiia oton tesor cohort otan ciinadys legio riigula (Fifth Armored Century of the Third Cohort of the 152nd Riigula Legion) It would be basically 3 Tiber Armiirus Primara Biitalus(Main Battle Tanks)[Tiber APB], which is Glory's main tank, it's basically their M-1 Abrams, which be run by 3 squiidas, and then 6 Jula armiip tarpana piisoal [Jula ATP] (Armored Personnel Carriers) that are basically Glory's Bradleys, who would be operated by 6 more squiidas, and the remaining 3 more squiidas being spread among the Julas during transporting times. [Sorry for all the Gloriian terms, but yea].) Ciintarrius Jolan Friitarus looked at the dead expanse of wasteland in front of him on the hill where he and his ciintura had parked it for one final rest before entering the Capitol Wasteland, from his reports, it had apparently a decade since this place went through a massive conflict between a faction of their Brotherhood of Steel allies and a force that called the Enclave, all starting over something called the "Purifier" which made the river that ran through the area, the Potomic, safe to drink. Which showed itself in the fact that, despite the deadness surrounding it, there was green plant life flourishing around the banks of that barely visible river. The dominant feature he saw was a stone obelisk that seemed to be in rough shape among a large group of ruins, the site of which reminded him of how the Lucky 38 could be seen from anywhere in the Mojave, "Well men, it seems we've arrived." he said swinging off his tank, Ol' Gloriius, and facing the ciintura which had been making camp, their 9 vechiles parked in easy reaching distance of them, "The Capitol Wasteland. 3882 kilometers of traveling.." he muttered, "All for a hellhole."
(Parents are onto me. Say I'm being accused of looking at porn on my laptop, so they are going to search everything on my laptop soon. It's frustrating, so i might be on less and less because they don't really trust me. On the other note, I'm thinking of playing as the LW but i also think of Damien coming alongside the expedition squad for caps and so forth and to also start a possible LW/Courier Shipping, so i don't really know where to begin.)
(D: That sucks man! Geez, talk about invasion of privacy......Well anyways, I was more thinking that you would just control the Lone Wanderer and such...But hey, whatever floats your boat)
(Here i go.) Taylor Daniels, otherwise known to the wasteland as ‘The Lone Wanderer’ walked about in Rivet City. Now 29 years of age and ten years since she left the vault, she was known across the wasteland as it’s saviour. The former vault dweller stood at 5ft 7 and still looked as young as she did when she left the vault. She had short shaggy brown hair with her hazel coloured eyes. She wore merc veteran armour, with some adjustments around the torso area in the form of a bulletproof vest underneath her clothing to protect her. If she never left the wasteland to search for her father, the world around her was doomed. The rest of her actions and contributions to the wasteland was history. Since those ten years after the defeat of the Enclave and the death of her father, Taylor had been working in the Brotherhood of Steel’s science department, occasionally being assigned by head paladins to take on some jobs. She was one of the brightest minds of her generation, and her contributions to restoring society had been instrumental for what she had instore for the rest of the wasteland. After some thinking, her and Elder Sarah Lyons (Succeeding her father after he died peacefully of old age) had been thinking of properly restoring order in the wasteland, wishing to form a republic with Taylor at the helm and Sarah as its military commander. While they knew that there would be heavy reluctance for their plan, the Brotherhood would eventually agree reform into the military of the republic, with its military might increased due to Enclave deserters joining their ranks. Her next big step was to peacefully add settlements such as Rivet City and Megaton to the republic and to help rebuild them, peacefully if possible. Finally, if needed, she would expand the republic beyond the Capital Wasteland to cover their desired areas, and if possible, the entire east coast. To finish it all off, thanks to Taylor now commanding an entire alien starship when she was abducted, she plans to use the technology from the ship to help protect their republic. While her plan sounded brilliant in theory, she had to perform the seemingly impossible task for the real deal. Taylor and Sarah, alongside many major leaders of settlements and organizations across the Capital Wasteland were happy with this plan. All they needed to do was sign a document to make their plan official. Once signed, the Capital Wasteland would have been the heart of what would become, if official, The Capital Republic (Could come up with a better name, but it's not important at the moment)
(Don't forget, Lyon's BoS would likely still be short on equipment and real soldiers, plus the Outcasts who would be equally if not more powerful, just lacking the Purifier.) The ciintura, at the orders of the ciintarrius, lined their vechiles along the ridge of the hill, and loaded them, before 3 120 mm and 6 80 mm and 6 more 60 mm cannon fired live rounds into unoccupied areas, announcing their presence, and daring any raiders or other inhabitants to try and attack them so they could prove their strength to the Capitol Wasteland.
The sound of cannon fire, followed by explosions soon rocked the DC area, most notably around the Mall. While this threatened the Raiders, this only alerted the Super Mutants, or what was left of them since the Brotherhood occupied Vault 87 in 2284. Within five minutes, Super Mutants started to poor out of buildings as they decided to charge the tanks with whatever protection and weaponry they had. Soon, they numbered well over a hundred with at least three Behemoths following at the front lines. If the Super Mutants were intelligent enough, or had the same intelligence like their counterparts back on the West coast, they would have realized they had made a suicidal move to attack. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Taylor heard the sound of ammunition being fired, but thanks to the aircraft carrier city's soundproof walls, she barely heard the muffled sound. While not knowing that it was armed, she assumed it was the Brotherhood dealing with mutants and went back on her way.
(These would prolly be the last in the Wasteland, as not only would they no longer have FEV and the Vault, but also attacks from the BoS) The Gloriians saw the Super Mutants coming from several miles away, and began firing at them from their tanks with ease and precision, each tank firing at nearly 17 rounds a minute and each ATP at 25 rounds per minute. The firing was so effective, the super mutants barely got a mile into their range before being wiped up nearly to the last one. Jolan smiled at the results and pulled down his mic inside driver's compartment of his tank and sent a message to the whole squad, "Advance. We must find the nearest settlement." before switching it over to an radio override that would cover every radio frequency and replace whatever was playing with his message, "People of the Capitol Wasteland. We are an expedition from the nation of Celon that has risen from the ashes of New Vegas, Arizona, New Mexico, Utah, and Colorado. We have come a long way to here to help rebuild and pacify the former capitol of Pre-War America. Raiders, hostile Super Mutants, and all those who dare raise up arms against us shall be crushed with extreme prejudice. However, as we said, we are here to help those that do not resist, those that are friendly, and to those that can help further the cause of repairing the damage the Great War wrought upon this land. Thank you, we hope to see you soon, on peaceful terms hopefully."
The signal interrupted Galaxy News Radio and every single station throughout the wasteland, as the message bloomed across the entire wasteland. The signal had even took over Rivet City's PA system, where Taylor heard the message. Smiling at the intentions of the visitors, yet also fearful of the power she had heard rumors about, she took some of her weapons alongside her. Once she decided to meet up with her long time friend Elder Lyons, the two of them whom went alongside a small group of Brotherhood Knights and two members of Lyons Pride towards the Glorians. Taylor carried a lever action rifle with a custom scope she took from a sniper rifle, a scoped 44 Magnum, a laser pistol she took from her fathers murderer, Colonel Autumn which packed a surprising amount of punch and reliability, serving as a fantastic sidearm and a simple trench knife. Unlike some of the surviving areas of the West Coast, especially New Vegas in particular, DC was the second hardest hit city during The Great War due to it's importance as the nations capital, it's level of destruction only being beaten by New York City. To her knowledge, she knew of now manufacturing plants other then those secretly being occupied by the Brotherhood, and even then, barely intact. The ammunition & weaponry she found used often dated back to Pre-War. Unlike the Mojave Wasteland which she had heard of the power play the Glorians did, and this legend of the Two Couriers she had heard about, the Capital Wasteland was about survival. More specifically, survival of the fittest. And Taylor was the fittest of the bunch.
(Don't forget, they likely would have no idea what direction the Gloriians were coming from other than westward, and I don't think anyone would believe that the Gloriians were alien this far out, especially Taylor as she would think her ship would have spotted them) The Gloriians rumbled through the dead Wastes, the column finding itself near a town that seemed to have a jet engine placed above a gateway through a wall that seemed to be made out of airplane parts, which could barely be made out anyways due to the amount of rust on it. They parked their vechiles in the ruins of a nearby town (Springville if I remember correctly, whatever that place is just outside of Vault 101) then sent two squiidas, lead by Jolan, up the hill to the town gate, where a Protectron and a man in a cowboy outfit stood to greet them, "Howdy there partnors! What brings y'all soldiers to ol' Megaton?" the cowboy man said to them, obviously ready to make a final stand against them should they try to take the town. Jolan cleared his throat and made the traditional Gloriian salute to him (a fist over the heart, similar to the roman salute, then flatten out the hand and stick it out straight from your body, like the Bellamy salute, just at a 90 degree angle to your body) as a sign of respect, "We are here as an expeditionary force, don't worry, no more of us are coming, but the government of Celon(the name of the Gloriian colony-nation) has seen fit to establish a presence in this Wasteland to help rebuild. We aren't here to take over your town or anything like that. Now, let me introduce myself; I am Ciintarrius Jolan Friitarus, of the Fifth Armored Century, Third Cohort, 152nd Riigula Legion. Pleased to make your acquaintance Mr..." "Lucas Simms, Sheriff of this here town of Megaton, pleased ta meetcha! I must say I believe that y'all aren't here to cause any trouble, so I'll let ya in the town." Jolan smiled and nodded, "Thank you. Oh, and don't worry about raider or merc attacks while we're here, we have 78 men down in the ruins near this town, they'll take care of any trouble before it even gets close." and with that, the 16 Gloriians entered Megaton
Sarah Lyons, Taylor and their Brotherhood bodyguards got as far as just outside of DC nearby a destroyed highway until they were ambushed by Outcasts. One of the outcasts using a sniper rifle from over 300 meters from a concealed place took out one of the Knight's by surprise with a well placed headshot aimed directly in the power armors forehead, taking him out. Taylor quickly swapped to her lever action rifle to take out the Outcast sniper, only to find two others with laser rifles ambushing the squad. One of the Outcast members, using a rocket launcher shot a rocket towards the group, but missed. The two members of Lyons Pride, wearing heavy Gattling Lasers mowed down the outcast resistance. With the small Outcast group dead, they looked at the dead knight before hearing a deep sound behind them. It seemed the rocket Outcast hit his target after all. As they turned around, it seemed that the rocket Outcast was aiming at the fragile supports of the highway. After over 200 years of misuse, the highway support finally gave way and collapsed towards the direction of the group. "RUN, RUN, RUN !!!" Sarah yelled as a portion of the freeway began to fall, throwing abandoned cars towards the group as they exploded around them. Those with heavier weapons, especially those with the two Gatling guns could not keep up due to the weight of their weapons and were killed when a car from the freeway crushed them and exploding on impact. Once the smoke and debit cleared, only five of them out of the twenty that were leaving survived. The Brotherhood Elder survived, alongside the other three after they ran in the opposite direction of the debit and found refuge in the form of an abandoned house. Taylor however, even while surviving the collapsing highway, was soon knocked out when a bus exploded behind her and sent her flying. Sarah ordered the surviving soliders to take her body to her refuge. The rest of the freeway soon fell like a domino, with all roads leading into DC simply refusing to stand and falling down. The sheer noise of the explosion and the cars to anything nearby the collapse would have made a severe case of trauma as smoke rose into hundreds of meters into the air. Taylor, Sarah and the three survivors of the Brotherhood were very lucky to be alive, yet alone walking for that matter. (I don't think that was a really good post. But i might as well make plot in some form in the progress. )
The Gloriian trip into Megaton was cut short as sounds of large explosions in the distance in large numbers and massive collapse. Running out of Megaton with a large number of the inhabitants, they saw an entire overpass system near the Citadel simply fall apart and several miniature nuclear explosions dotted the landscape around it from cars and buses being blown apart. Grimacing, Jolan turned to his soldiers, "Looks like we know where we're going next." He said simply before leading them back down to the vechiles and the ciintura was soon speading at 75 km/h towards the collapsed overpass, and unknowingly to Elder Lyons and Taylor.
Two Brotherhood guards, and the ones in the best condition were assigned to guard the door of a house that another Brotherhood member, Sarah and Taylor were inside. Sarah's power armor was almost torn to shreads in the upper area, shrapnel from the exploding cars slicing huge cuts across her torso area, with one huge one on her left arm. It was very surprising how the shrapnel could have not cut her arm clean off. Taylor, known for not wearing power armor and preferring light clothing, did not absorb the explosions as well as the others and was unconscious, her body being watched over by Sarah as they soon heard a knock on the door. The original guard who was positioned at the front of the house walked inside. "Maam. We have several visitors arriving nearby, distance estimated about a kilometer away. They appear to be foreign, but they are extremely well armed. Permission to grant access?" Sarah accepted without hesitation. "Permission granted, send them in the moment they arrive." The guard gave a standard salute before closing the door behind him. Sarah looked at her long time friend and could not help but feel saddened. The sheer combat skill that Taylor had could be considered superhuman, knowing that she was the deadliest individual they can send out other then Liberty Prime. With Taylor single handedly wiping out the Enclave at Adams Air Base, defeating thousands of power armored Enclave stormtroopers by herself with the Brotherhood acting as a distraction, many feared her potential. Taylor was the messiah of the wasteland, the last and best hope for the Capital Wasteland. Once she regained consciousness, she would not hesitate to destroy the entire Brotherhood Outcasts. The only thing stopping them was the still weakened Brotherhood of Steel that suffered from the effects the Enclave wrought upon them, and a cease-fire treaty that preventing each side from attacking. Taylor remained still, a oxygen mask on her face. Sarah knew that these intruders were likely the ones that were on the radio previously, and was eager to meet them. However, she remained at Taylor's side, loyal to her friend until the end.
The first tank roared over a hill, smashing the ruins of a car and flinging it to the side as the 9 vechiles come screeching to a halt upon seeing some of the Paladins outside the house, and several helmeted Gloriian heads popped out of the vechiles to look at a sight they did not expect to see, but Jolan was the first to speak up, "Salut our Brotherhood friends! What happened here?" He asked, looking at the dust still coming up from the overpass, "Is anyone hurt?"
The Brotherhood Paladin saluted their visitors before speaking. "We were en route to speak to your group, but were ambushed by Brotherhood outcasts. While we put an end to them quickly, one of them aimed a well placed missile at the overpass's concrete foundation. Not long after that, the whole place came tumbling down onto our original group number of 12, 5 remain. One of them being in a critical but stable condition, she's being watched by Elder Lyons" He opened the door in greeting. "Make yourselves at home, our Elder wishes to speak to you."
