December 19th, 2246

"Goddammit, hold the fucking line you idiots!" These exact words begin to echo in the minds of the soldiers who were taking fire from every direction from small arms, lasers, and even some launchers which were tearing into the garrison. A few hours ago, the New California Republic in cooperation with the terrorist organization the Brotherhood of Steel had launched an assault on Camp Navarro. The assault came four years after the loss of the Enclave Oil Rig, which was suspected to have been caused by a saboteur. President Dick Richardson had died on the Oil Rig or Control Station ENCLAVE as it was known throughout the ranks, when what was suspected as a reactor leak which soon caused the entire platform to explode. The Vice President was also determined to have died in the explosion, rendering the remaining forces of the Enclave without any established leadership. With the loss of the Control Station and lack of official leadership, the New California Republic finally took the opportunity to wipe out any remaining Enclave forces from the face of America. Camp Navarro was under the command of Colonel Pearce, a hard-nose Enclave soldier who didn't approve of weakness in any form. He had been desperately leading a defense of Navarro, even though the situation seemed hopeless. "Sir, I am receiving a radio transmission from the eastern side of the base. You may want to take a listen." A radio operator would begin to turn up one of his hand-held radios, allowing the Colonel to listen. "Sigma-9 to base. Come in base. This is Captain Richard; my forces are mostly gone over here due to the barrage of laser fire from the Brotherhood and rifle fire from the New California Republic. We're losing ground here!" The colonel would shout into the sky, clearly enraged with anger as he grabbed the radio from the operator. "Now you listen here, CAPTAIN RICHARD! You are to HOLD your ground. You are to REPEAL the enemy. You are to WIN the battle. You are not to WITHDRAW or RETREAT. Do I make MYSELF CLEAR?!" Silence was present on the radio. The Colonel, waited rather impatiently for a response as he prepared to speak again before hearing the static of the radio come back on. However, instead of the voice of Captain Richard that he had just heard, a new voice was present. "For the commander listening to this. We are to win the battle. Don't retreat before we kill you, alright?"

This voice sounded calm, collected, which made it intimidating. It was as if this was beginning to be too easy of a battle for whoever that was. The Colonel, refusing to be intimidated responded. "Who is this? IDENTIFY YOURSELF?" Static was present, but soon a response. "Star Paladin Pincer…you Genocidal Star Spangled Fuck." Soon, the radio completely cut out. No more static, no more noise. Just utter silence. "We lost the signal. I can only assume the eastern force is now gone." Colonel Pearce was not dissuaded from his current course after the new events, and began to pick up his plasma pistol from the table and headed out of his office. "Weak soldiers. Let the Colonel show you how it's done." As the Colonel left, the radio operator looked at the man in disgust. "He's going to get himself and everyone killed." The sounds of shots from various weapons were heard, proceeding to get closer and closer to Navarro. The operator soon left the office, heading to the COMMS tent. As he arrived, he was saluted by some of the operators. "Lieutenant. Welcome back." The lieutenant didn't immediately respond, quickly making his way to a table in the center of the room and slouching over it in deep thought. "Get me anything that details the personnel on this base." The operators would look at the lieutenant confused, "Sir? What exactly are you asking of us?" The lieutenant would sigh, looking up. "Get me some sort of manifest, of the personnel on this base. Hurry up, we don't have much time." As the operator tried to make more conversation, the lieutenant smashed his right hand on the table and ordered them to do it. The operators soon began printing any documents that may give them information on who was stationed within the base, placing them on the tables with the lieutenant looking them over. "Raul, Quincy, Schreber, William Brandice, Daisy Whiteman, and Judah Kreger. Find them now, and bring them here. The rest of you doing nothing, go to the armory and get as many weapons as you can. Load them up in trunks, and get them back here. If you can round up any soldiers that will listen, tell them by order of Lieutenant Washington, they are henceforth ordered to proceed to the COMMS tent for evacuation."

The other radio operators soon began to abandon their post, rushing out of the tent to various areas of the base to accomplish their assigned task. Washington knew that his word wouldn't probably mean much, but everyone knew that this base was going down, no matter how much they didn't wish to say it. And Washington hoped that anyone valuing their survival would respond to the call. Within fifteen minutes, a small crowd had met the lieutenant in the tent. It wasn't huge, maybe around twenty who weren't fighting and responded to the call. However, the people who he called were there. And that was the plus. Various crates were also brought in, stacked on top of each other. By this point, the gunfire had reached the outter perimeter of the base. And if they were to wait any longer to escape, it would be foiled. "Gentlemen, today is the day we say goodbye to Camp Navarro. I can't explain all that will happen from this point on, but I will say this. I solemnly swear to defend the values of the United States of America. And if you all are still patriots, I can assure you I will try my best to ensure that we survive and rebuild. If you're with me, we must soon make our way to the Vertibird. If you are not, then I wish you good luck with your endeavors." The men stayed, showing their trust in the lieutenant. "Alright, get moving then men! Hurry!" The soldiers, mechanics, doctors, and the rest of everyone who decided to embark on this mission began to grab the crates and lead them outside, all while hell sounded off all around them. The Vertibird was to be piloted by Daisy, as she began the startup sequence. The gate soon blew open, showing NCR troops smashing through the perimeter and taking shots at the Vertibird. "Hurry up! They're coming through!"

Judah Kreger spoke up, armed with his plasma rifle as he responded to Daisy on his radio. "Daisy, get everyone loaded. I'll hold them off." Lieutenant Washington, hearing this transmission soon followed Kreger. Equipped with his power armor, and plasma pistol. He joined the fight. "Lieutenant, what are you doing?!" Washington would continue to fire at the approaching NCR troopers, and occasionally open fire at some of the Brotherhood Paladins that had begun to come into the perimeter. "Leading from the front! Fall back to the Vertibird, ensure everyone is loaded. I'll be right behind you." Kreger handed the lieutenant his plasma rifle, swapping for the pistol as he nodded in respect to the lieutenant. "God speed, lieutenant." Kreger would make his way back to the Vertibird, assisting with the loading as the lieutenant would proceed to hold off the approaching hordes. His power armor was getting dented from the shots of the NCR Service Rifles, but nothing compared to the laser fire. Soon into the firefight, Washington spotted an oddly colored Paladin approaching. The Paladin seemed to be in charge, as he ordered the men to halt their fire as he approached the lieutenant pointing the rifle at him. In his hand, he held the head and power armor helmet of Colonel Pearce as he threw it towards the feet of the lieutenant. Washington looked at it in disgust. Although he didn't agree with the Colonel, seeing him dismembered like that was rather unsettling. "Star Paladin Pincer, I assume?" The Star Paladin would take off his helmet, revealing his face. He was an African American, possibly in his early 40's. Across his face was sweat due to the heavy fighting of the battle, with a distinct scar that stretched from eye to eye, down to his upper nose. Almost tribal in a sense, and sported a grin that could only be described as the look of a devil. "Your commanding officer is dead. Your base will be mine. Surrender now, and your death will be quick and painless."

Washington was taken back. This paladin was fearless, and seemed to have a knack for combat. It was probably unwise to challenge him; however, Washington knew that he couldn't turn tail and run. It would set a bad example for a superior officer. "You challenged the Enclave, and now you personally challenge me? How much of a war dog do you presume yourself to be?" Pincer merely smiled at the meager banter. "Enough talk. I believe we should settle this one on one. See who can really kick ass." Washington thought for a moment. "Is he serious? A fist fight with all his men around? No chance, I just need to stall a little." Pincer stood, cracking his knuckles within his power armor. "Common, I don't have all day. I have a base to capture." Washington would merely shake his head, "No deal." Soon, a shot would ring out of his plasma rifle into Pincers armor as Washington would take cover. "Oh, you're dead you star spangled son of a bitch!" Washington would see Pincer charging at him, and fired more shots, with none of them seeming to dissuade the star paladin from his charge. Once he caught up with him, the two began to engage in a fist fight within their power armor. Pincer had his helmet back on, sending a kick into Washingtons hands and knocking the plasma rifle away. Washington, without his weapon retaliated by attempting a takedown maneuver. He swiped the feet of the star paladin, causing him to fall flat on his back, before delivering some punching into his helmet. As the two wrestled on the ground, it appeared that Pincer was getting the upper hand, sending more and more shots to various parts of his body. The pain Washington was feeling was immense, with the feeling of blood running down various parts of his body within the power armor. However, despite this. He continued to fight with all he could. Soon, a green beam passed over the men, which both looked to see where it came from. Kreger, was holding the Plasma rifle as he aimed it at Pincer. "Alright, playtime is over." Kreger shot another shot, knocking the star paladin off of Washington and proceeded to pull Washington away. As the lieutenant was placed on the Vertibird, he slowly smiled. "Hidden Valley, Nevada." These were the last words he said before losing consciousness as they took off. Suffering from the immense pain he had gained from fighting the star paladin. It was possible that he had broken some bones, and maybe some internal bleeding. However, as he faded away. He could see the remains of the base through the windows of the Vertibird. Showing NCR and BoS forces fully begin to occupy it. "Don't worry lieutenant. You have proven to be a rather tough bastard. Maybe you'll be something greater in the future." Kreger ended, allowing the Doctors onboard to attempt to stabilize him for the trip. The Enclave may have fallen at Navarro, but with the lieutenant. A new hope may be born.