(Wait....how the hell did Taylor get free when her legs, arms, hands, torso, etc were all bound together and to the chair? It would be LITERALLY impossible for her to do so, as she would A): be immoblized, and B): It would be impossible for her to get leverage or even get up! Seriously!) - - Auto Merge - - (Besides, if the place was obviously under attack as it was, the Ciintarrius would run out to assist and leads her ciintura.)
(And again, i've made another mistake and i'm sorry about that. I'll fix it up. And by fix it up, i mean delete almost the entire post and make changes to make it work. I swear this will be the last time, i've been quite unprofessional lately. Shoot me if it happens again. ) (Also, i'm going somewhere tomorrow. There is an ENORMOUS chance that i wont be able to post something, so my next possible chance to post would be Monday. Anyway, enjoy whatever the hell your day is tomorrow and I'll see you soon pal. )
(alllrighty then. And since your thing says it took Damien months after the intial annocement to get to the Capital Wasteland (though I doubt that's where fighting would be fiercest, considering the very small Celon presence and the wiping out of a good portion of all organizations that were there. But it would prolly be the most symbolic fight, as it would be for the capital of the ruined nation of America, which Celon is trying to unite), I'll go ahead and do a summary post of the points leading up to his arrival) Day 1: [Capital Wasteland]Jolan and his ciintura wage a successful attack on Fort Independence, the surprise attack combined with superior firepower from Jolan's tanks simply overwhelmed the defending cohort, inflicting heavy casualties and forcing them to withdraw. They immediately freed all prisoners inside the Fort (which was all the prisoners taking in the previous day from the Citadel and other places), including Taylor and Elder Lyons, who was being lined up for the firing line the moment Jolan launched his daring attack. [Celon] Mass engagements between Gloriian Celon and Gloriian troops break out across Celon as defections and Celon's surprise attacks and knowledge of the land provide Celon a great beginning advantage. [NCR] Fighting for Los Angeles and the Boneyard intensifies, but the embattled, inexprienced NCR troops there are rapidly losing ground. NCR orders a withdrawal from Baja in order to more solidfy their hold on the homefront. NCR promises "They will return to restore peace to Baja" [Midwestern Brotherhood] The overspread Midwestern Brotherhood is forced from much of its territory after two days of fierce fighting. Only Illinois remains in their control. [In Orbit] Following the removal of the Citadel from the solar system (it had gone back to Terra to pick up colonists), the 2nd Fleet suddenly uncloaks and surprise attacks the unprepared 3rd Fleet. Thanks to the 2nd Fleet's superior experience and craft, the 3rd Fleet is forced to quickly capitulate and orders its Sabriis and Striitus back to ship and forced to return to Terra. The 2nd Fleet immediately destroys the jump-portal following the retreat. During Week 1: [Capital Wasteland] Jolan's ciintura, those they rescued, and all those willing and able to fight find a remote place for training and attacking the Terra Gloriians from in the Capital Wasteland, the DC ruins and the Metro system, ironically turning the most devastated and formerly deadliest part of the Capitol Wasteland into the only safehaven in the area. Rivet City is wiped out. Republic of Dave is raved to the ground. Megaton is lost. All Vaults fall under Gloriian control and are stabilized and made habitable, while killing all those inside. [Celon] The fight stalemates as neither side can get the advantage, though the Terra Gloriians hold a numerically superior 115 legions in the area (the rest either scattered across the American Wastes, killed, or defected. Mainly scattered or defected), and much stronger firepower, the Celons' wage an expert guerrilla warfare campaign that the Terra Gloriians have trouble countering due to lack of knowledge of the terrain. [NCR] In a humiliating loss, the NCR loses virtually all its southern territory to a single granaarmiidas following the fall of Los Angeles and the Boneyard, along with the terrible loss of the Hub. New Reno and Shady Sands find themselves fighting for their life as another two granarrmiidas attacks the two. [Western Brotherhood] Though the loss of Territory is much slower, the W.B. is driven back into its largest cities and besieged, and is teetering on the brink of final collapse. During the 1st Month: [The Capital Wasteland] Terrean Gloriians secure all of the Capital Wasteland outside of the DC ruins. Survivors are forced to flee into the DC Ruins or are slaughtered. The Siege of DC begins halfway through Week 4. [Celon] In a moment of brilliant idiocracy, the Celonian dysperator leads his 3 granarrmida(27 legions) in a massive pitched battle against a force nearly 2.5 times his size at the abandoned Flagstaff. The tesperator is slain in the resulting slaughter that saw nearly two hundred fifty thousand military deaths, and most of the attacking force killed and nearly all of the rest captured, and forces Celon to abandon all of New Mexico and much of Arizona, but however forces Glory to pause its advance towards the Colorado, and buys the Celonians more time to prepare their defenses at stradegic chokepoints, the very lasts of which end at the 4 entrances to the Mojave and New Vegas, the main ones being Hoover Dam, Cottonwood Cove/Searchlight Airport area, and Mojave Outposts. [NCR] New Reno falls to the Gloriians and nearly 60% of Shady Sands has fallen under Gloriian control. Gloriian troops are a mere 500 meters from the NCR Capitol Building, and the very best of both sides are fighting each other room to room through the wartorn streets. [Western Brotherhood] The W.B. is no more, and Glory stands as the undisputed masters of the American Midwest and Great Plains. during the 2nd Month: [The Capital Wasteland] The Siege remains stalemated as the wreckage from the Great War prevents Gloriian troops from flooding into DC through the surface streets, and a mix of feral ghouls, ruined trains, radioactivity, and staunch resistance from the slowly more experienced DC Armed Defense Forces slows down advances through the Metro. Even so, the outer areas of the DC ruins have been lost and GNR Studios is in danger of falling. [Celon] Limited engagements occurs between the two sides as Glory realizes Celon is too entrenched to take on currently, and Celon doesnt have the forces for an effective offensive. [NCR] Troops are finally forced out of Shady Sands, at huge costs to both sides. Nearly 3 quarters of the original defending NCR force of 50,000 had been killed in the 1.5 month long battle, and nearly 30,000 Gloriians are killed as well out of 45,000. NCR and Glory are forced to pause and regroup before any further large engagements. 13 weeks after the start of the caimpaign[Damien's arrival]: [Capital Wasteland] GNR Studios fell to the Gloriians after nearly 2 weeks of heavy fighting in the area, Three Dog narrowly escapes with his life thanks to his refusal to leave until the very last moment. At the time of Damien's arrival to the Capital Wastes, the embattled DCDF is preparing its final line of defenses for a determined Gloriian attack from GNR into the Mall and the Capitol Building, the heart of the DCDF, while also flirting with the idea of possible trying to retake GNR in order to secure their survival for a little while longer. Food and Water start to run on reserves and run out as the last line to the Potolmic is cut. At current pace, the DCDF will be starved into surrender within a month, maybe less if their stores get hit. [Celon] Quiet stalemate starts to be broken as Gloriian and Celon troops dig into trench warfare reminiscent of World War 1 as Glory attempts to shatter the Celonian lines. [NCR] All remains quiet, but things hint at a possible Gloriian strike to destroy what is left of NCR once and for all.
Upon finding himself in DC, the now 44 year old Damien Winters traveled underneath the subway systems that once linked the Great City together after receiving some directions from some of the Locals. Dressed in his black duster alongside his Glorian armor underneath, he was escorted by two DCDF guards as they headed towards the Mall until eventually making it to the Capitol Building. The fact he even made it into the city was a miracle itself considering the Terran Glorian blockade that surrounded the city. If Celon fell, humanity might well follow. As he made it to the surface, he seen the now highly fortified area that was once the Mall. Since his arrival in the East, he was highly concerned about the NCR in the West. More importantly, he wanted to know if his father, the president, was still alive. He soon got his answer once a member of Jolan ciintura came up to him. "How goes the war in the west, anything about the NCR?" Damien asked the solider. The solider then saluted the human before replying, recognizing him as one of the couriers which made Celon a reality. "Sir. You're not going to like this....". He spoke in English. The solider then showed him everything that Celon has gathered about their situation, alongside the NCR's circumstances. Damien hid his emotions behind an emotionless face, but was surprised to see his former homeland had already been kicked to the brink of extinction. "Christ. Has it really been so soon?" Damien said, fear and doubt evident on his voice. "And the President?" "He's alive, but not for much longer. President Adrian Winters has been relocated to a bunker in a undisclosed location in NCR territory. Due to possible espionage, we wont say where. However, considering your relationship with him, you might know where he is." Damien's ears picked up about his father before waving him away. "Good day, keep up the good fight." This was all Damien told him before heading towards the Capitol building. He then thought about humanity's chances against their alien enemies, and honestly had no idea about who would win. He then went walked past some refugee wastelanders on the mall, surprising them with his armor considering that he was human. Damien then muttered something to himself in an audio barely higher then a whisper. "Arroyo, home. Please survive father, humanity needs you."
Jolan scanned the busy Mall as nearly half of the DCDF prepared for the promised attack from the GNR section of DC, over a thousand men and women, human, Gloriian, and ghoul(from the Underworld) alike working together to make one last final stand. But even so, morale was dangerously low, the only thing keeping them going was the knowledge that surrender would mean immediate death. Every day it seemed like another 10 soldiers fell from fighting condition from fighting, disease, hunger, and thirst, and most never recover nowadays thanks to the limited supplies. Hell, not even his ciintura was immune, nearly 20 had died from the siege alone, 5 from beforehand, and nearly 30 were unable to fight. On top of all that, only 2 tanks remained functional. Jolan knew that to stay was death, but to attack was also death, but had the slightest hint of escape if done correctly. He closed his eyes and sighed as he leaned on the railing and hung his head, he had to stop the advance here, or the Siege would be lost, and him, his ciintura, and the nearly 5,000 refugees under his safekeeping would die at the hands of the Gloriian granarmiida, and the Capital Wasteland would be forever lost, along with the entire East Coast... He opened his eyes and looked down to his PIC-Sali smartwatch, and pulled out the hologram to float above his wrist. Maybe...If his mind couldn't provide any answers...maybe the history of Earth and Terra could...
Damien walked along the streets until he eventually made it up the stairs to the Capitol Building. He walked along inside and noticed the suffering, while not on a physical level, but on the mental and most dangerous level as well. It seemed he was going to die by making his final stand alongside his fellow wastelanders. Direct assault is impossible, holding the line would be useless, escape is near impossible unless done correctly. Morale had plummeted, hope was almost nonexistent. As he walked across the Capitol Building, he eventually made his way to their main command centre (A slightly renovated chamber of the Senate) where he found the commanders of the DCDF that consisted of surviving members of the Brotherhood, including Sarah Lyons and Taylor. The moment he walked into the room, the entire chamber fell silent as the majority of the soldiers saluted him, others who were unknown to him stared at him in confusion, including Taylor. Damien began to walk down the steps slowly, breaking the silence. “I can see the fear in your eyes. You are afraid of the future, what it holds for you and where it shall take you. You understand the fear among our brethren, among humanity, Ghoul and Celonian alike. You understand that we might all not make it out alive, if all of us even make it out alive against our enemy. Fear grips your hearts and soul, makes you terrified of the future.” Damien addressed. “But do not despair, the even today we have joined each other in unity, like family to fight together, and die together. Out of fear comes hope. Hope is what makes you strong, it is what you fight for when all else is lost. So instead of fear, we shall fight for hope. I promise that I will restore hope for not only the DCDF, but for all those who call our planet home. We will fight for everything, even if it means the end of my life. We will stop at nothing! We will fight for the lost! Will we perform the same in our final days, will we be remembered for making light shine in this darkness! We will be remembered....for this.” The crowd stared at the figure in silence as he walked down the stairs and went across the room, eventually standing directly in front of Sarah and Taylor. One of the generals started to clap, then another and another until Damien received a rocketed applause that could be heard outside of the building. Damien then nodded as he looked at some more statistics, slightly nodding in approval as he read them to himself. He eventually put the pile of notes down and nodded. “Hell. If we are going to die together, let's take as many of the bastards as we can, shall we?”
Jolan quietly waited for the applause to die down before standing up and giving Damien a look that expressed the deep sadness inside him at their position, the look of a man who knew no matter what happened, he would not leave DC alive, "I must thank you, for coming all the way from the west coast, to give us a small boost in morale. But...Well, dear Killer of the Legion...your arrival will not have much impact in the coming battle. Look around. We are half starved, we lose more to simple attrition every day than we could ever hope to replace. We had hoped the Gloriians would quickly follow up with an attack on the Mall after securing GNR and here bloody them enough to counterattack, take back GNR, blast a hole in their line, and escape before they even realized what had happened. But they didn't. And they don't. The Gloriians have so secured their positions surrounding us, counter-attack is suicide. We are running low on everything, especially ammunition, food, water, and medicine. I am not trying to drag down morale. I am simply stating our problems." Jolan sighed and closed his eyes, "I have run the most optimistic possibilities for us a hundred times through the best simulator I've got. We were murdered each and every time. Damien. We need more than a few wise last words. If that's all your useful for here, then your arrival will have no impact on anything. However...." Jolan swallowed and looked around the frighteningly empty room, one that was once filled with commanders, "I have arrived at one conclusion. We must escape. If we are massacred here, then the East Coast falls. Sure we may kill at most a couple thousand of them, but it will make no difference in the end. But, if we escape..." Jolan gave the room, especially Damien, "Then, we would have lost nothing, only leaving over two thousand Gloriian bodies in the ruins of DC, along with a thousand of our own. Then, we will be a thorn in their side. As long as nothing has changed too dramatically, the Pitt still stands unattacked. We could go to them, bolster our numbers, and prepare..." Jolan took a deep breath, "I have a plan. But it needs to be carried out swiftly. Damien, Taylor, this plan will need both of you to succeed. I need you to go to slip into GNR Studios, and plant a single device in the center of the building. You will know how it will help us once you return. And don't worry, you won't be going alone. I will be going with you, along with a small diversionary bombardment."
"I just wanted to lighten them mood here before we all die. " Damien simply stated to Jolan about his choice of words. "I'll return to you in a second about this plan." he said before seeing Taylor. He raised out his hand for a genuine handshake, where Taylor responded in kind. "Name's Damien Winters, 'Demon of the West' and One of the 'Two Couriers'. I've served as an NCR ranger for 19 years and was one of the finest killing machines to come out of the American southwest. Pleasure to meet you." Taylor respond to the stranger with a warm smile before replying. "Taylor Daniels, 'The Lone Wanderer' of the Capital Wasteland. I left Vault 101 to search for my father ten years ago and successfully restored the water purifier and defeated an Enclave, with the destruction of their entire base at Adam's air force single handedly." Damien looked at the gorgeous women in front of her. "Seems like we have alot in common then." Damien said in his honey filled voice, which Taylor only smiled in response. The two wastelanders then went over to Jolan and stood nearby him. "We will carry out the mission, but it has the possibility of a one way trip. Let's head off shall we?" (Skip to GNR?)
(I'll start) Jolan looked carefully into the plaza outside GNR to make sure the coast was clear as it could be. Luckily, much of the usual garrison had spread out to investigate the light bombardment, and Jolan turned to face the four people behind him, the device they had to plant weighing heavily on his shoulders, literally and figuratively, "Okay. We need to rush in quickly and quietly." He whispered to them, "No fighting, no killing, and for God's sake don't get into a good line of sight. The cohort based here may be spread out, but if we are found, there's no way we are going to fight our way through 500 soldiers." Jolan looked back into the courtyard to see a moment's clearing, "Alright, come on, let's go!" And with that, Jolan snuck as quickly as he could towards the doors of GNR.
Damien and Taylor followed closely behind Jolan, but spread out as they both entered the shadows. Within ten seconds, they were already nearby the entrance. Unfortunately, two Terran guards were guarding the entrance carrying two enormous gattling lasers. Damien activated a device he built onto his wrist, which gave him the effects of a stealth boy as he climbed over several obstacles before slipping into the door undetected. Taylor took the same approach, due to only one door being available on the building. Knowing the wasteland like the back of her hand, she had knowledge of any escape routes. Once both of them were inside, they awaited Jolan. Surprisingly, the middle room was almost empty with the exception of a few Terran's nearby numbering between 3-5. Taylor thought that there would be much more upstairs due to the radio stations communication technology.
Jolan and his companion quickly studied the guards in front of the main doors, figuring out the best way to proceed, ending with Jolan simply picking up a rock and throwing it to distract the guards. As they went to investigate, the pair ran inside and quickly found and hid with Damien and Taylor, "Alright. Step one complete. Step two, find a way to draw out anyone inside the radio communications area. Any ideas?" He asked them under his breath
The group paused for a moment before Taylor took over her idea. “We could create a false battle, such as radioing them under a false identity that the DCDF is launching a small platoon sized assault in Rivet City, far from where they are stationed. They are likely to send a squad or two over to investigate. By the time they realise that nothing has happened, we would be long gone. However, the Terran Glorians would most likely speak in their own language, so that eliminates the possibility of us speaking. Damien, how much Glorian do you know?” “Not much, the basics. And by the basics, high school equivalent but it is improving. It might be better to leave the language barrier to the professional.” Damien replied to Taylor. “We could do alot of things, but nothing is coming into mind within our situation. Glorians aren’t stupid. We could send in some feral ghouls into the building, but that also puts us in risk of danger and also detection. We could go ahead of a Taylor’s idea unless you wish to create something Jolan?"
Jolan shook his head, "As you said, we Gloriians aren't stupid, we're actually the smartest, most logical people as a whole on Terra. They wouldnt fall for such a trick, they would know it was impossible...However, I have an idea..." Jolan then turned to his fellow Gloriian Celonian and began speaking to him rapidly in Gloriian. Though at first his face paled, he eventually nodded, "Uos, briicora"(Okay, comrade) and he slid out his GEAR and suddenly ran into the middle of the room, lobbing a grenade at the soldiers on the balcony overlooking the lower floor and began firing at them, managing to take down most of the squiida in the room before the rest of the ciintura in the building ran in from the other sections of the building and began firing at him, leading to the soldier to quickly withdraw and draw all 90 men outside with him. After the last ran outside, Jolan gave Damien and Taylor a pained look before sprinting out from his cover and getting into the radio comm area before they even realized it fully, where he quickly calmed a man demanding to know what had happened on a two-way radio set and began the setting up the device.
Taylor and Damien quickly followed Jolan into the radio comm area and remained on lookout, both of them pulling out their rifles to keep on lookout. Damien had his GEAR while Taylor had her Plasma Rifle. Taylor quickly found an escape route through the back of the building, while Damien stood besides Jolan. "I kinda feel bad about him, he's likely to get executed on the spot or get imprisoned. Let's hope they stay outside for as long as possible." Damien said.
Jolan nodded as he worked as quickly as he could to get the device set up, "Well...We all understand the importance of self-sacrifice...I actually know I will never leave here alive, Ciivalith himself, accompanied by Lanagore, eh, the Old Gods of Civilization and Civil Warfare and the God of Death respectively, came to me in a dream, saying that I would not, instead, I must "perform the ultimate sacrifice if the people following me are to make it out alive."" Jolan looked at Damien, "This device...It can only be triggered manually for maximum impact. And I must fulfill my destiny. For the well-being of everyone else. I've already let my priimasquiidarrius know he is now taking over my position..I just wanted you two to come along, one last "delivery" for an old courier, eh?" he nudged playfully at Damien before the machine pinged to life, just as shouts could be heard from outside as two whole cohorts gathered around the building, "My fellow soldier was ordered to spill our location, but all they know is the leader of the DCDF is planting a highly explosive device in this building. I don't want you to fight, I want you to run, run back to the Mall, rally the troops, and get everyone the hell out of here before they have a chance to breath. Got it?" before Damien could have a chance to answer, the sound of doors being smashed open and charging boots and shouting voices filled the building, "GO!" he yelled, shoving Damien
Damien looked at the Glorian one last time before running away as quick as he could across the eastern side of the room. As he was running, Taylor seen his movement and picked up why the courier was running, hearing shouting half a second later. The two of them, following Taylor’s directions as they ran down stairs soon found themselves staring into the wasteland, the shattered buildings left by the war. They both slid down a slope of rubble and ran as quick as they could towards the Mall. Once they made it back to the mall, they expected the inevitable as Taylor stood on the top of the Capitol Building steps with a microphone in her hand, her voice being heard across the civilian residential areas in the Metro and the Radio’s around the mall. “This is Taylor Daniels speaking on behalf of Ciintarrius Jolan Friitarus. Under standing orders, the DCDF is ordering an immediate evacuation of all of our forces. Take what you need to survive, ammo, weaponry, armour, food and water supplies. We shall be heading towards the Pitt to escape from our enemies. Jolan will not be joining us, and he shall be remembered as a hero. We have less than ten minutes to leave, take any longer and humanity on the east coast will be exterminated. You understand this burden that has been placed upon you. More will be discussed once we make it out of DC. Until then, stay safe.” Taylor soon found Damien at her side, looking to the north as they seen the huge building that was Galaxy News Radio. The two of them looked in silence, knowing that within a few moments the building would cease to exist, along with the entire suburb surrounding it. (Just curious, what would the population scale for Glory be ? I'm thinking somewhere between 30 billion plus for Terra and all other colonized worlds, but it's likely to be much, MUCH higher.)
(Uh, no. That's Ciilonii's population. Terra never became a very aggressive exo-system settler, along with Terrean colonies tending to be separate nations, so Glory actually has more along the lines of 3 billion (which is still like 6 times bigger than the next largest nation population wise on Terra.) Jolan put his finger on the switch just as several soldiers burst into the room, but they paused when they saw Jolan standing in front of the explosive device, his hand on the switch, "Visiitus út tiatole an Lanniferat!"(see you all in hell!) he yelled at them before flicking the switch. The bright flash could be seen across the Capitol Wasteland, along with the noise trailing behind it as Jolan detonated the 20 kiloton(equivalent to 20 kilotons of TNT, that is)Liiniitus explosive exploded, instantly incentrating anything in a 120 meter radius, and blasting apart anything within 300 meters, and anything inside 550 meters either died or was severely injured in the resulting blast, blasting a hole clean through the Gloriian line, an opportunity to escape.... (fun fact: Liiniitus was used to kill 2 million people in Gloriia Renovatus in a terrorist attack as it was used in a truck bomb to collapse a 5 mile tall building. Liiniitus is highly, highly explosive, but it needs a person in order to detonate properly, so anyone that uses it is literally on a suicide mission)
The explosion rocked across DC as the ground shook and it's sound could be heard well across the Capital Wastes. Taylor and Damien took their opportunity and ordered all of the DCDF to travel through the ruins as quick as they could, and to attract as little attention as possible. Within an hour, the Mall was completely devoid of life. All that remained were tattered banners and the occasional newspaper flying across the ground like a tumbleweed.
(You can do whatever within reason for the DCDF on your next post, the whole "flight to the Pitt". I have no idea what to post.)
