Chapter 2-knowing your limits
He had one thousand men and securitrons. He had that little and his brother still expected him to successfully invade a foreign land. The courier just couldn't believe his brother. At best he could secure the gate and do some scouting of the land. But His brother expected him to create a small empire and a massive fortress, with one thousand combatants. He knew they'd be equipped with the best gear and he won't be getting the runts of the litter, but still, it's just one thousand troops. Well, one thousand, two soldiers. He could train the three hundred personnel being sent with them, but that would pretty much dumb idea.
The gear had to be maintained by someone. The courier looked up at his brother with an uncowled head. He stood there with his signature smug face. The boy was twenty-one and looked younger. He had an all-white suit without the blazer. It was too hot for one anyway. I looked at his youthful face and bright blue eyes for any deception. He looked for a long time until his brother brushed his semi-long white hair back.
"I am a hundred percent serious on this. That's all I can spare. I can't relocate any more forces or the tunnelers will start spreading in Central America, where no army can stand and oppose them. All I can give you is half of our reserve forces."
"Can we at least find any outside sources to bolster our numbers?"
"I already sent out a call for any mercs, tribal volunteers, and doubled our efforts in the mechanical infantry. I am also sending some old world armor vehicles I've been saving for a rainy day. I only have one last suggestion for you to take."
"Oh for the love of… Not those two."
"That's why you'll be talking to them. 101 is obviously going to be a challenge. Her warrior way is practically granite, that she's going to take charge and try to wrestle away command. You can definitely strong arm her at least do a joint command. Any pros her presents will give is that you will have one of the greatest tactical minds of the west. Her bodyguards and maybe one hundred more troops to lend assistance."
"What the hell? Can't she spare more than that? She is the prime military power of America's."
"The super mutants have made a new army that can clone itself. They are currently held up in some vault. Currently, her two hundred thousand strong force is busy for the most part. Not anything fierce, but they have a lot of cleaning up to do."
"So 101 won't need her best back home and I can expect her… best will come."
"Yup, Advance vehicles, and super soldiers. Plus the hellish woman herself will also be on the front lines."
"Ugh, don't remind me. What about 111 and his marines."
"Robot uprising. They can handle it. The old institute just simply activates all synth kill mode. One of them was a pretty influential member. The guy is bolstering his terminators with a robot army."
"That sounds like a hands-on task, which also means he will most likely not send aid. It would be crazy to."
"Oh, my innocent older brother you're so young to diplomacy. Due to our small forces and high priority target, the man will send a token force to act in his own interest. I guarantee you he will send a smaller or equal force to aid us. I wanna say eight hundred or so. This will give the man the ability to stake claim to some considerable turf. 111 can also be expected to transport his and 101 forces to us in record time. He does own the teleport network."
"Fine. call em up and tell them."
"HA! Not in my life big C. You are going to tell them, while I handle the kickback of canceling a few public works to fund our crusade."
"Ugh no, please let me handle the angry mob of people and you can handle the-"
My brother quickly exited the room and activated the comms for both 111 and 101. They flickered into a screen and gave me both cold and angry stares.
"Lovely people who are loving and caring."
111 was the first to speak. "Right and I suppose you're talking about someone else."
101 followed up. "Kid, you better tell me why I'm here. Every moment here is another moment I could be scratching my ass because that would be a better waste of my time."
I told them everything that they needed to know. About the gate, it's resource and the people who attacked us, then I told them of what I wanted and the number of troops we could spear.
101 was pretty much spot on, of what my brother predicted. "Fine, I will lead the charge and send aid."
Under the courier breath, he said, that she didn't even say she would say she would send aid first. "Look, It's under our territory and under our jurisdiction. We will be using one of our generals in this assault."
"I won't be putting my men under the command of another commander. You would also be wasting me by using me as a grunt."
"I'm not saying you would be. We want you for your military mind, but this isn't your operation. It's ours. General Vauban is quite a talent in the art of defense, but he is more than willing to accept advice from you."
"Ah that perfect, he'll sound like a perfect assistant."
"Look I'm not giving you a choice, I'm giving you an ultimatum. I will reject your help if you seem like too much trouble."
The woman gave a death stare that could make the reaper himself shiver and quake. The woman is quite headstrong and isn't used to giving up power either. I annoyed me like hell, but I understood. I'm the same, but I can't back down.
"Look, equal to equal, I need to work with me. It just makes sense for us to take charge. We are more than willing to work with you but we can't fight amongst each other. Especially when it's something this important. Can we count on you."
"... fine but I expect full authority over my brother and sisters. And some leeway in operations."
"Granted and what can we expect in terms of forces."
"My personal guard, the 34th armor battalion, and the 13th proud and noble. This means you'll have twelve elite units, five squads of brotherhood vehicles, and a hundred fifty knights and their squires. We were able to grab some breathing room in the south that let me bring some armor."
I gave a smile and thanked 101 and turned to 111. "I wish to know if your willing send some aid as well."
111 just looked at me with his fingers interlocked. "I can give a half strength marine division, It consists of seven hundred fighting men and ten light armored support tanked, with five advance heavy tanks. I will send a representative to keep my best interest in mind. I will also send a document of everything I expect to receive from this different reality. This is for research purposes, so you don't need to panic." The man gave his offer with his trademark cold calculating voice. Then and sat back and asked something before he could continue speaking.
"Alright, let's cut to the chase. What do you expect back and what is the line for using your division."
He gave a smile answered. " Fifteen thousand acres of prime real estate. In term of my troops, I expect you to treat them as if they were your own and to make sure any casualty they take is at the minimal."
"... I can only say that I won't throw their lives away and eight thousand acres of land, at maximum."
"I can also give two thousand trained settlers and one thousand robotic combatants."
I see what he's doing. The division was must have been in some heavy fighting and needs some time to recuperate. The settlers are just refugees in disguise and he just wants to get rid of some potentially dangerous assists. He's trying to look like he is doing some charity for me and make babysit his troops. Oh well. It's still a large force in nature.
"Ten thousand acres and you men will be kept as reserves. That's all I can give you."
"Fine. I get the transportation ready, I'll be off, I wish you luck."
Dick. I said under my breath.
"So 101 I'll see you in a month."
"Ad victorian"
The screen shut off and the courier walked to the nearest window. He was currently in his 38 fortresses. Retrofitted to be a better area of government. It wasn't open up for the public, but his personal guard, known as the desert jackals. An elite force made up of personally picked candidates. They have a long list of what gear and enhancement, that are given to them to turn them into killing machines. Then there were his special diplomats. The courier hardly trusted any other humans, so when they needed a staff to help govern the wasteland, he removed their brains.
He was using the same tech that the brains use to remove his sense of violence in big M. The special diplomats never left the tower and any that had to for other state need were heavily screen. To place the last cherry on top of the cake is that they were never forced to do this. These people were volunteers or people were too scared of him to say no. Either way, these people can quit whenever they wanted to.
As he looked outside he saw the massive city he and his brother built in a matter of five years. It's still under construction, but it's still massive. The casinos were brought to pre-war standards, they shined with new walls and rebuilt infrastructure. They glitter like brand new building, they did so because construction finished only a week ago. In fact, all of the old and destroyed buildings of new vegas are about complete. With all the knowledge of the old world and the new world, we made great progress.
Free side was now a place that held rebuilt building and housing, the old Mormon fort was turned into a policing station for hiss securitrons. It was covenant too. The followers of the apocalypse are not needed in freeside anymore. Not when the third sector, known as Freeview was in need of their help. Indeed they are moving forward, the wall that separated Vegas and freeside is still up. The reason was somewhat… nice. The new parents of free side didn't want their kids exposed to the sin of new vegas. Huh, standards, that's new.
Yes, New Vegas is growing and that could be seen by the newly built walls of his city. The old poster boards that made the original wall were torn down for sturdier concrete one. The boards are currently being used to wall off Freeview, though there isn't enough to wall off the entire sector, giving the residents of the area a free view of the land. Thus the name. The resource is made by fabricators is what pretty much allowed them to make such great progress, but the technology is still limited. The things are old as well, giving them flaws in the machinery and turning out raw resources that are just not up to standards. It's fine to make semi-complex items, but it isn't able to create the microcomputers or fuel that's needed to truly expand.
It's flawed, but not bad. What is bad is the manpower shortage they are suffering. Machines do the mundane tasks of life but complex tasks are beyond the machines. He needs educated people. Something he has to wait for. Or… he can convince some backwater fantasy peasant to come and work for him. Who needs to wait for the next generation.
[The gate from the other side]
General Ricktus Gloryius sat upright on his Pegasus. It was a month since the only survivors made it through the gate. It was a small scouting party of four men. Each one was deeply scarred by their body and mind. He barely understood what they were saying, all he got out of them is hell and its demons are coming. Which is why he brought the empire's greatest magic casters, educated in that art of exorcism. It didn't hurt them either that they also knew some offensive spells.
His lips rose upwards. The fame and glory of are upon him. They had a month to prepare and to reinforce the gate. Hundreds upon hundreds of men formed a shield wall at all times. A properly fortify barricade of stone surrounded the portal, holding some of his finest archers. If that didn't make any demonic army shutter in fear, then his army of a hundred thousand men surely would. They had to separate it half to deal with the men in green, but report told of an army of only ten thousand has been spotted. A victory to be sure.
The sound of rumbling gate was soon heard and a fate he knew was coming. A day where man shall defeat the gods greatest foe, Demons.
When the gates fully swung open, the entire situation seems anticlimactic. The general just stood his ground on the hills that surrounded the gate. The area held even more archers wielding the new invention of longbows. A piece of technology that symbolizes the superiority that the Empire symbolized. He gazed down and finally saw movement. He signaled that the casters should ready their runes, in preparation for the demons.
He saw golems, not a lot of golems, in fact, he could count them all in one hand. It mattered very little. He gave the order for the casters to activate their spells. Great glowing runes soon appeared and great heavenly arches of lighting fell upon these unholy metal men. Once stuck, great plumes of dust were uplifted and obscured the field of view of the beast. He must be wonder what went through the frightening mind of those never born.
"DUDE! We got hit by lighting! That was awesome!"
"Quite! Ready our missile launchers and ready a single volley. Once that's done fall back and let the Vegas securitrons take care of the rest. And no theatrics, I put my ass on the line to get you newly titled knights into the first wave. Don't make me look bad!"
The young squad of knights did what they were told. Armed in their heavy rig of power armor and various weapons, they readied themselves by equipping their AP missiles. They got into a battle stance and fired. Four streaks of smoke fired out of their weapons and flew across the field. Each one aimed at the base of the stone wall. Four of them hit perfectly and exploded at the same time. Before the enemy could register the four armored men fell back, done with the duty tasked to them.
In perfect coordination row, upon row, upon row moved the Iron fist of New Vegas. The couriers heavy securitrons moved at twenty miles an hour, the thick armor on their front slowing them down an amount. Heavy 50 cali. Machine guns, Gatling lasers, red glare base cannons, plasma cannons, and gauss cannons, are the many armaments being wielded by these death machines. On top of them held either a nuka cola quantum cannon, a Gatling gauss gun, Tesla cannon, a heavy missile cannon, or heavy energy cannon. The machines are expensive, but overwhelming powerful and over two hundred of these monsters are charging the front line of a bunch of Roman dudes. The results are… unfair.
The machines just grind through the mass of flesh at a slow rate. Killing dozens in a matter of seconds. Then came a new squad of Brotherhood knights, they held various amounts of powered melee weapons and quick use jump packs adorned their back, of their heavy rig power armor. These men are currently behind the line of securitrons that are currently firing away at the advancing men.
They just spared glances at one another and revved up their weapons and braced themselves. Great pillars of fire erupted from the massive backs of these men and they quickly flew up high in the sky in pairs of three. As fast as they flew up on high their jump packs died out and they plummeted down to the ground. The eighteen knights split evenly into groups of three fell on the back line of the mass of men. The impact they made on contact threw up a dust and red mist, as they crushed the men in legion uniform under their steel boots.
The massively armored men started to swing their power hammered and fist in wide arches, killing a score of men in one blow. The knights whaled on the tight cluster of men. The power armor and the kill zones around them, make the knight unkillable by regular human hands. The three men squads also ensured that their backs are covered by their teammates. Then more brotherhood of steel knights squads from beyond the gate joins into the battle. Each one of them had the heavy rig version of power armor.
The second wave of powered armored warriors moved out of the gate. These ones didn't resemble the shining plate of the brotherhood, or their massive hulking armor. They wore the thin frame version of power armor, making the users silhouette much smaller than their larger counterparts. Its model was known as V-03 jackals armor, the design is reminiscent of the remnant power armor used by the Enclave forces. The armor is tailor-made for each individual user and is quite maneuverable and uses both, Big mountain and institute technology. Some of the improvement is saturnite plating and fiber muscle to enhance strength.
It's up to the individual user to use the denser plate in exchange for gaining more weight or use a lighter plate for inhuman speed. The armor also has a simpler version of the Atomic-valence technology to enhance reaction time and perception. The armor can also hold multiple different modifications, thanks to fusion generator technology. These ones wearing the best power armor new vegas can offer are known as the desert jackals. Five of them encircled a single man wearing a cowl.
"Bossman looks like we can move up the Boomers, we're going to need them anyway to take out those boys on the hill."
"Yeah, that sounds about right, were outnumber, have to fight an uphill battle and to top it all off, we are in a bottleneck. These guys have literally almost every advantage and yet they are getting slaughtered. We haven't even brought out the vehicle or vertibirds. I feel like we are going to get lucky." Then I mentally face slapped myself. Hell, even one of my jackals responded.
"Aaaaand just like that, you made this harder on us."
"Just get ready to respond to any disaster that will come, thanks to my stupid mouth."
The Tribal girl soon ran up to me in an outfit, that resembled that of something a woman would wear in Joshua tribe. She clutched the bozar rifle I gifted her, close to her chest. I saw in her eyes that she wanted to open fire, in the fighting. The promise she made me was the only thing that stayed her hand.
"Oy, tribal girl, what's the low down of the rest of the forces, are they ready to move or what?"
"My name is Lucy."
"I'll learn your name if you live longer than a week."
"Ass"
"See, Why do we need to learn each other first names, if we are already lovingly insulting each other. And about those forces."
"Ready at your command courier."
I just place my hand on my handles and pouted. "Awww. What about that adorable nickname you gave me."
"You'll earn it when you learn my name."
"Fine. Lucy, just get our other troops here."
"On it ass."
"I knew you liked me."
"That's too strong of a word for what I feel for you ass."
With that, she ran off to relay my orders. I watched her run off into the black void if the gate. Trying to make sure my eyes stay on the back of her head and not for them to somewhere else. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I jinxed out of the way. I moved behind one of my powered armored guards and I saw a shower of arrows assault my position. My guards reacted to cover my body as well, but once they saw the arrows bounce off their armor, they just stood there. I saw a missile launcher hanging by a strap on one of my bodyguards, I lunged for it and took it.
The man just stood there and let it happen, he didn't seem the type to argue with his boss. I shouldered the weapon and aimed it at the hill before the next volley. I saw them release their arrow and I watched them blot out the sun. I lined up my shot and then squeezed the trigger and then took cover behind one of my men. The missile flew across the battlefield and saw it exploded. Dozens of the archers were flung into the air and crash down on some of their fellows.
"Here's another round sir."
"Thanks. God, it's embarrassing to hide behind Y'all guys."
"Why do you think I let you borrow my baby! It was outta pitty my boss man."
I just groaned and reloaded the weapon. That's when I felt my legendary luck hit me. I heard a thundering sound. I reached up to my ear and activated my comms device.
"That's not one of ours! What the hell happen!"
A deep voice of one of the brotherhood members spoke. "One of our squads got hit by a ball of fire, it was quite powerful. One has his armor overheating, another is reporting heavy burns and another was injured."
"Where did it come from?"
"A woman with a stick, but I don't see a flamer or incinerator, so I don't know how she did it."
"For the… She a fucking wizard. Didn't you read the grognak comics I issued you, also fill her up with lead or cook her, before she fires another one of those things."
"Sir magic doesn't exist, there must be a logical conclusion and most of my troops are stuck in melee combat."
"Fine, I'll handle it. Next time read the fucking book, or next time this happens I'll force you to create a fan club and force you to cosplay as grognak himself!"
"I… My thanks, sir."
I just radioed my jackals and gave my orders. "Alright tin cans, I want you to melt the nerds on top of the hill, don't worry about me I'll use the securities."
They didn't even bother letting me finish my sentence before they went off to kill off the wizards. I just ran towards one of the securitron before they rained arrows again. The thing was still unleashing its entire arsenal at the mass of human flesh. I just put away the missile launcher and pulled out my recharger pistol. I added my firepower to my securitron and saw my Desert Jackal handle the wizards. It would be beneficial to see how modern gear handles the freaks of nature.
The first one to open fire was the leader of the group. He had a high rate of fire laser rifle primed and aim it at one of the wizards. He unleashed a torrent of bolts and they impacted the man to little effect. A strange shield was blocking his shot. The wizard did seem worried as he jumped on his staff and tried flying away. It didn't help as my Jackals had near perfect aim and reflexes thank you the armor and implants they had. He held his fire for a few seconds more until the robed man just fell out of the sky. I radioed in.
"How many shots?"
"Bout twenty-five automatic bolts. Gotta look out for these ones, they can take a few hits."
"Do you think if we used stealth or powerful single shot weapons. They'll go down easier?"
"Maybe, after this we I will review the battle data."
I just returned to firing at the massive crowd. I kept an eye out though. I saw my guards dispatch the other magic casters with the same efficiency. I saw one of the wizards notice his friends were dying and hoped in his broom and try moving to a better position. I once again shouldered the launcher and started kiting the reticle to the wizard's movement. He was flying quickly but I was able to track him.
I waited for a single second and I got my opening. I squeezed the trigger and the projectile moved at great speeds. It first seems it was going to miss but the two got close and collided. The hit broke through the shield of the man, but I was unable to see if it killed him or not. I just saw the man fall from thirty meters. It would have guaranteed any injured man's death.
The fight was still a one-sided battle. We were slaughtering the enemy force. It would only take a little bit more of force to tip it to the braking force. Then he heard his earpiece blurt into life.
"Everyone is here and 101 got a bit stir crazy, so look out for that.
Then I saw her soaring through the sky on a pillar of fire. 101 had a light rig, like my jackals, giving her more height. Once she was descending she activated her jump pact to slow down her fall. Once she landed on part of the thickest fighting she started swinging her power hammer. Her movement was deadly. Every time she moved, three men would fall dead and she didn't seem to slow down either. In fact, she seems to be moving faster, almost as if she loves this kind of combat. I guess she does, I mean she is very good at it. She always lands a killing blow and no one seems to be able to land on her.
It's almost she has a sixth sense about it. I shook my mind out of this stupid and took out something with more firepower. I drew dinner bell. I switched it out my 12.7mm submachine gun for this shotty. I loaded some incendiary shell, A.K.A. dragons breath shell and aim it to the at the nearest legionary. I fired and the weapon penetrated the thin metal. He went up in flames. I continued this until I there were no more living souls on that bloody field.
I got up and walked to the blood counted suit of C-03 power armor. A mountain of bodies surrounded the woman, her hand twitching on the handle of the weapon. "Alright, let's get the base set up."
The woman removed her helmet and gave me a smile. "Make my tent near the verti-pad, I feel like I'm going to be doing a lot of patrolling."
Just like that, we won our first offensive battle.
[The next day on the location of the gate.]
The marines moved quickly to put the finishing touches on the camp. They worked rather quickly and effectively. Their roll of a response unit made them quite the masters of setting up settlement and fortifications in a moments notice. They were placing the last of the boomer's big guns, on top of a prefabricated barrier. These ones were scavenged from the commonwealth, so you could see the place where they scrubbed off the gunner emblem.
They worked quite well indeed, their tanks and APCs in the other hand were in disrepair. I had doubts about accepting the thing and I was right in doing so. They first seemed fine when we first got them, but when we first open them up we saw hell. The damn thing was almost destroyed. I now understood why 111 was willing to give me some heavy armor, he was expecting me to repair it for him! It will take a week or so to get it moving without help. For now, we could use its twin linked main autocannon as a turrent, for the base.
The brotherhood was already taking in some survivor from the battle. Turns out, some men from the rear lines ran when they saw what happened. I don't blame them. The three brotherhood member hit by the fireball survive the attack, the power needs some repair though. The troops were already going patrolling around the newly acquired land. Unlike the Commonwealth heavy armor, theirs works like a charm.
The damn thing was brand new in fact! With wonderful new tech making the heavy machine a miracle of science. The thing had a massive plasma main cannon, giving it a barrel that unleashed hell. It also had a laser point defense weapon reversed engineered from the ones on the lucky 38. The lasers can attack infantry and destroy missiles alike. To add one last cherry to the already yummy cake, it had a frontal force field from Big M. It had issues of course. It has to have two large fusion generators on it at all times and the armor is a bit sub-par. It does compensate by moving at fifty mph and having a ten thousand miles operational range. I just sit back and whistled at the ten death machines.
I did bring my own, but they weren't for the front lines. These things were meant for range and to kill those pesky dragons things. We didn't encounter them here and it was obvious why. The gate was in a giant hole. It forced us into an uphill battle and it was just a terrible place to use them here. It was close quarters and it was very likely to be hit by friendly fire. So I theorize that the enemy didn't think they needed any.
If they do show up, we will be ready. The first type was called the fly swatter. It had three Gatling laser turrets on top of it and could fire pinpoint lances, at the fire rate of three hundred rounds a second. It was very mobile as well, able to relocate at speed of forty miles an hour. It also only needed one driver and one engineer, the gun was handled by an inbuilt robo-brain. The second type of vehicle I bought was just in case these lands also had a large beast problem. The Tank is commonly known as ballista. They were known for their high powered gauss cannon that could tear through meters of solid concrete. It also had a robo-brain and needed two fission generators. One for the tank itself and one large one for the cannon. All the other spec of the tank is like any other prewar vehicle. Good armor and normal speeds.
My normal troops known as the swords are the largest force of the camp. We had over nine hundred of them running about and practicing drills. The loadout was similar to the marines of the commonwealth. A suit of light or medium combat armor, enhanced by a layer of ballistic weave. They had grenades and everyday military gear. The weapons ranged from everyday high-quality ballistic weapons, or laser rifles if ammo is too much.
We did have one main difference between the armies. While the marines love moving around and commonly employed heavy weapons setups to create machine gun nest. My army was dead set on breaking defenses and used heavy shields to either deflect tunnelers waves or avoid getting pinned down. The things were made out of saturnite, and can withstand 50 cal. machine gun, the thing is heavy though and is commonly used by a single trooper of the squad. In terms of air support, we only had vertibirds that could either hold a squad of troops or used mounted guns. Either than that, we were shit out of luck.
The plan of our invasion was a bit daunting, we only had around two thousand men and women. We might be able to hold a city and our fortress, but that's pretty much it. I guess our plan was to hold out until we can get reinforcements. Of course there were a million other factors we had to consider, but for now, I'm happy we aren't fighting another industrial faction. Then one of my desert jackals came from one of his scouting runs. I sent him out a while ago on foot. I wanted the element of surprise, on an unaware enemy forces still ignorant of our presents and flying in a loud vertibird wouldn't help. That would be when we were a nightmare that mother used to keep their kids behaved.
"Sir. I got a to say… You have shit luck."
"... If you say we're fighting a giant army of robots, I'm going to blow a fuse."
"Nope."
"Thank the lord o mighty fo-"
"We found a fully militarized faction that has an abundance of tanks and air support. Oh, and artillery, we cannot forget about that."
I just sat forwards and locked my fingers together. "Tell me the details and then send out the word that I need the war council formed… Now!"
[A hour later in the main war room."
"Alright everyone we have a big and I mean a big problem."
The room had both 101 and General Vauban seated next to me. 111 was nothing more than a camera and a voice box. The device had a wire leading from the tent to the gate. From the other side had a satellite broadcasting the signal.
"I think you know what it is since I did send out a memo."
111 was the first to respond. " My terminal told me of a third faction that holds greater numbers than us and is also invading this land, what it didn't tell me how advanced are they."
"We don't have any real solid numbers. All we can say is that we didn't see any energy weapons, but a lot of fast aircraft."
The General Vauban of European descent spoke next. "Maybe we could negotiate with them."
101 rebutted. "We don't need to yet. They don't know we are here yet. What we have to ask yourself is what do they want. I can guess whatever it is, they are planning to use force and we are not in a position to say no."
111 added to this. "Look if they have sensors they won't be able to spot find us. Thanks to institute technology we can remain hidden from that."
General Vauban spoke next. "Look we can plan to remain hidden, but we don't need to do it forever. All we have to do is grab up plenty of lands and build up our forces, then we can speak in a position of power. If they are a bloodthirsty people, we can fight them. If they are here for a peacekeeping mission and dislike our land grabbing, we can feign ignorance, but we can also tell them to fuck off."
I had a problem with that. "What about any scouting parties sent our way and what about the locals talking about us."
101 responded. "I already sent out eye bots with clock and radio distorting tech. I can send down a team and wipe them out without alerting their main base."
I rebooted. "Would they miss them."
111 gave a chilling response. "I'll get ready the synth program and set it down in new vegas. That way no one will find us out and we can plant a few spies. As for the locals, we don't have to worry about them. They believe us to be demons and we stand in a world where magic exists. If the enemy is reasonable they will do one of two things. Take it face value or they will send down a scouting party and we get a few spies in the process."
I did see a hole. "The other factions have guns and we have guns. Sooner or later they will put two and two together."
"Again I have an elegant solution. Just act like demons. The ignorant human mind can be easily convinced of the supernatural, especially when it acts how it expects it too. So go out look scary, act scary and drag the odd sinner or two into hell. I mean aren't you the devil courier, so go out and damn some souls to oblivion."
I took in a deep breath and felt a bit at ease that we were ready. I'm just pissed I have to start carrying a pitchfork. God, why me.
He did have to wonder if they believe they were fighting demons, they must have been very cocky. And since they have lost, what are they thinking now
[Prison camp of the gate.]
Oh, fuck! Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck! He screwed up so bad! Now he is captured and he was probably going to be dragged into hell. OH by the gods! He's going to be a bitch for a big-ass demon! He doesn't want to become a bitch!
