I do not own Fallout.
A/N: This is my first story. Reviews are nice. Constructive criticism is accepted however don't be affended you do not see your advice being taken. I am writing this for the heck of it so don't get mad. Don't bother to flame me. If you are the person that does this I guarentee I don't give a crap what have to you say.
General Will Johnson sat at his desk reading field report from the many informants in the Capital Wasteland when an Officer burst into his office.
"General!"
Johnson looked up, startled, at the man. He observed that he was a Leutenant in the Wasteland Information Division. Now, normally only a Colonel or above would dare disturb him while working, however, as the man was a Lieutenant he assumed it was very important.
"Well, spit it out," Johnson commanded.
"Sir!" The man straitened himself, "The Enclave has played their hand. They have taken over the Jefferson Memorial and deployed soldiers across the Capital Wasteland."
"What?" Johnson half shouted. "Have they displayed hostile intent once? What are their numbers? Do they have any new technology? I want a full report on my desk in two hours!"
"Sir, yes sir!" saluted the Leutenant.
This gave the General much to think about. It had been many years since the Enclave made their first attemt do dominate the remains of the United States. At that time the RNA was not prepared to do anything to stop them.
The RNA, the Republic of North America. It wasn't really a Republic at all, time has stated the democracy simply doesn't work. Look at the NCR, sure their communities are mostly thriving and the have little in the way of opposition or outside threat, no, they would be destroyed on the inside, by corruption, by politicians that care for themselves and no-one else.
Still though, Dictatorship of North America doesn't roll of the tonge so nicely. The semi-falsely named RNA was ruled by a benevolent dictater who was elected by the people. People basicly decide who has the best combination of leadership, intellect, charisma, and compassion and make him or her the leader. Three years ago the people decided that he, General Will Johnson should be the President/dictater. As he was already the General of the Army he had to juggle the tasks of being President and being General of the army. It was no easy task but, it was rewarding to see the people, his people, prosper under his leadership.
It was really a miricle, what happened to the one million people in the RNA military. In the year 2076 his grandfather, Admiral Chad Chase, brother to General Constantine Chase, was having lunch with Robert House, President of Robco industries and owner of the Lucky 38 Casino in Las Vegas. One of their conversation topics was the posibility of a atomic war. House said that by is calculations a nuclear war was guaranteed to occur by 2080 and explained the preparations he was making, such as adding laser cannons to the roof of his casino. Robert House was not a man to make incorrect calculations so Chad took his words to heart. He had quite a few wealthy friends, including some from Vault Tec. He called them together and shared Mr. House's findings. He recomended that they build a massive vault capable of holding a over a million people, mostly U.S military personel, to rebuild after the apocalypse. He recomended military because the aftermath would most likely be filled with mutated beasts and raiders so an armed force would be necessary. With the plans laid out so construct the vault near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania several construction crews were hired to work day and night to complete in in time. After that 400,000 military families were invited to live in the vault. After gathering the needed supplies and weapons the vault was sealed to be open 20 years later. After emerging into the Philadelphia Wasteland and setting up a society, the newly founded RNA expanded into much of Pre-war Pennsylvania and some of New Jersey and New York.
"Enough reminiscing!" he thought.
"What needs to be done about the Enclave?" he asked himself aloud.