The Midwest. It had always been a hellhole, full of raiders, Super Mutants, cannibals, and Reavers. But then at the exact time that the Vault Dweller changed the course of history, the Warrior changed it as well. When the MWBOS had encountered new enemies, new tech, they turned to him to lead.

He lead with excellence, crushing all of the Brotherhood's enemies while integrating the defectors and disillusioned. As he decimated enemy after enemy, until the arrival of the Calculator.

He lead with pride and ferocity, managing to become the Calculator. Now the Midwest is starting to reconnect with their brothers in the west. An expedition had been sent to the west, in order to find out what happened. But will happen?

War. Because War, war never changes.

The familiar shape of a Humvee was passing by several burnt out cars, survivors of the nuclear war, though they were all destroyed. Rolling out along the interstate, in the former United States, the Humvee had an armored figure manning the .50 cal machine gun at the top.

"Foley! You alright up there?" asked a filtered voice. It belonged to a man in combat armor, colored steel grey, with a combat helmet. The Humvee banked to the right in order to dodge a small burnt out car. The armored figure on top, Foley, was in a grey suit of combat armor, slightly more armored, with an upgraded combat helmet that held the still new and improved HUD that had been fused to his nervous system.

"Yeah! Knight Commander, we got a checkpoint ahead!" and the gun swiveled to the north. The black clouds rolled along the desolate plains, while the interstate was choke full of raiders and vagrants. The checkpoint was full of raiders armed with assault weapons and heavy weapons. A missile launcher was pointed straight at the Humvee, but he didn't fire. They hadn't felt the liberation of the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel. The grey hulk in the back, with yellow demonic eyes, curved horns on the top of his helmet. Heavy layers of armor interlocked around his body, while his signature laser rifle was resting in his lap. A golden sword, along with three cogs on a gear was painted on his armor, on his shoulder blades and his breastplate. It was the Midwestern Brotherhood power armor, crafted in Chicago, while the laser rifle had been scavenged in the former Vault 0 in the Cheyenne Mountains, now the headquarters of the MWBOS.

"Looks like raiders. Hold on." and the knight commander, a gruff veteran of several border conflicts with the Remnants of the Enclave in Kansas, ordered the Humvee the stop. The Humvee braked, and grind to a stop. The Knight Commander stepped out of the vehicle, hand on his laser rifle as he called out with a gruff voice.

"Foley! Lay down some suppressing power if I don't come back." and Foley nodded, before cocking the .50 cal machine gun. The Knight Commander made his way towards the driver seat, where the driver was tense.

"Dunn. If I don't come back, I need you to head back to the convoy and inform them. We need to head straight towards to San Francisco. The California chapter should be there." Dunn, a Brotherhood Knight, looked stunned before nodding. The Knight Commander didn't feel anything but to do his duty as a Knight of the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel. He had been there when his town was fighting Super Mutants over a damn nuclear bomb. The Warrior had struck the Super Mutants hard, smashing them apart and giving him a small sense of pride and comfort.

"Steel be with you Knight Commander."

"Steel be with you also, Knight." and the feeling of dread started to spread throughout Dunn. But the Knight was also trained not to show any emotions. He remembered Atticus training him all those years ago. The whippings after his actions lead to his squad being ambushed and almost destroyed by raiders. Only the timely arrival of the Super Mutant detachment of the Brotherhood managed to destroy the raiders with heavy weapons and explosives. It was the worst shit he had ever been in.

Hope he comes back, Dunn thought, and his hands rested on the AK-47 rifle in his hands. The checkpoint was now being approached by the Knight Commander. The clanking of the armored boots on the cracked pavement echoed throughout the wastes, and the rolling thunder screamed all across the plains. Growls and howls of the wild dogs. He didn't reach far, for the raiders had already aimed at him with their weapons. The Knight Commander chuckled dryly.

"Open!" a dirty skinned white man with a green mohawk, and green grass eyes as wild as the wasteland met the Knight Commander. The demonic yellow eyes of the power armor helmet met the molten assortment of armor that had greeted him so warmly.

"Fire!" Foley could swear that he heard the Knight Commander laugh out loud.

The raiders opened fire almost immediately, and the Knight Commander leaped out of the way, nestling himself on a small ruin of a nuclear powered car. The raiders fired with an almost fevered passion, their drug induced minds telling them to fire at the shiny guy in armor. The shiny guy in armor fired back with his laser rifle, nesting it on the door of the car. Firing a single laser, it struck one of the raiders, a seventeen year old girl with dirty blonde hair, wrapped in twin pigtails, was turned into ash. Her molecules were overheated and torn apart, and her bodies chemical structure was unable to adapt fast enough to combat the laser. She vanished and her remains were swept by the gusts of wind.

Another raider fired back with a 10mm sub machine-gun, the bullets pinging off the nuclear engine. Flames started to furl along, licking the edge of the engine compartment. The Knight Commander saw this, and panicked slightly before leaping off into the other direction, and the car blew up, nuclear power exploding shrapnel and busted car parts raining down on his weathered power armor, scratching them and denting the right leg armor piece. The raiders cheered as the Knight Commander was buried under a mountain of car debris.

"Foley!" yelled Dunn. The gunner and the driver had always been on the same page and Foley fired the .50 cal, the bullets burying deep into the sandbags. The cackling fire of the .50 cal spread throughout the land, and the rumbling of treads against dead grass was heard as well. The raiders, hearing the rumble of treads, turned and their cheers turned into cries of despair. The sound of the treads was coming from something that was found abandoned on the streets of Newton, during the Calculator War of 2161-2162, and was heavily modified. It was steel colored, with barb wire covering the chassis of the tank. The Brotherhood insignia was etched on the armored treads, and the seven tally marks were etched on the turret.

The Flayed Man. That was the name of the tank. The tank's main gun turned towards the checkpoint.

"This is The Flayed Man. Anyone order a tank?" a young childish voice roared into the radio of Foley. The young black skinned gunner stared in disbelief as the tank fired, and smoke and fire erupted from the gun. It smashed straight into the checkpoint, and wood cracked and splattered, raining down on the raiders. One raider was impaled on a wood pale, gutting from her gut. Another had been vaporized completely, turned into a fine red paste. The small checkpoint had been completely decimated and destroyed.

The Brotherhood of Steel forces continued on their way. As the Knight Commander was dug out of the rubble, he shook off the dust, and headed straight into the Humvee. The tank rumbled behind, as a massive convoy was seen. Armored Personal Carriers, more tanks, Humvees, and buggies were seen. Scouts were stirring up dust clouds on the plains, as the screaming rage of an UH-1 Iroquois thundered above the convoy. The West would see the strength of the Midwest, and the NCR would feel the wrath of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"When do we break the siege?" asked Foley as the passing convoy continued. The Knight Commander looked at Foley, before clasping him in the shoulder.

"Soon. Then we head back east and fuck girls all night long!" the Commander exclaimed. Foley just shook his head in disgust.

"I can't believe you are a ghoul. Why don't the ladies complain about you?"

"Because I let them ride all night long!"

"God, why the hell am I in your squad." as he climbed back into the turret, firing off a burst to scare a bird off.

So new Fallout story. Inspired by Fight Goes on.