OK, I am happy (ish) with the first few chapters now, so they are no longer being updated (hopefully) until I finish the entire story. I've decided on my fonts and size, so no more aesthetic moderations unless I get some unreadable complaints. Say what you think about the story as you read it, I'd feel better knowing I was getting flamed at then complete silence…
"Damn, this is my best suit…" Muttered Mister Burke, as he climbed through the whole in the wall behind him, slowly, one foot after the other. I smiled, as his hand hovered over his pistol, while casually looking around, as if nothing had happened.
"Paladin Glade blew up a whole in that debris, and there's just enough room for me to squeeze through. The rest should be coming soon. Let's make a move, shall we?"
I nodded in agreement, trying to calm myself. As I stood there, on guard from any other possible mutant threats, slowly the rest of our party trickled through. Jericho, Charon, Paladin Glade, then Sentinel Lyons walked through, with no sign of mutant attack. Sentinel Lyons pulled out a transmitter, before anyone could speak, and started talking into it. We looked on, idly, waiting for her to say something.
"There are no signs of super mutants above ground, so the rest must be hidden in here. There is only that one path, though, so they should all be held up there. We need to advance straight down the middle, and hope for a bit of luck, and then it shall all be over."
Not much of a rallying speech, I thought. I breathed in, then out, to relax. I walked forwards, into the next, and final, chamber of this tomb. I reloaded Eugene, which the ever obedient Charon brought through the whole in the wall, and looked around. I was not prepared for what I saw.
At first, all I could see was a dark, gloomy chamber, with typical earthy walls, and poor lighting, the most of which coming from my Pip-Boy. The brown rocks had some cracks in, but the main scar had a huge pile of sandbags, each charred and full of bullet holes.
I then noticed what stood behind the sandbags.
A squadron of men, seven or eight strong, stood, wearing intimidating black armour, apart from parts of the helmet, glowing yellow. From the back, the huge brutes seemed to be wearing a special type of power armour, with a blue hue on the back, instead of two standard tesla coils. The suits buzzed eerily, like a fly was flying about in your ear purely to aggravate and annoy.
I thought the mammoths noticed me, until I saw them moving weapons about. The crates seemed to be full of dozens of weapons, each must weigh in excess of a tonne each, yet they seemed to be lifting them with ease ; not even the brotherhood's most advanced armour helped them lift no more than a few hundred kilos.
[Quest Updated : Kill the Enclave in the Antechamber]
"Shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit" Jericho said, almost too loudly, as he, Mr Burke and a couple Paladins came in, I could not see who, how could you tell, they all look the same with the power armour on…
"Jericho, please, no need for that kind of language." Mr Burke said softly, irritatingly calmly in this situation. I almost swore back at him, until he stopped me. "I think we should leave, these people seem slightly more well equipped than you and I. Let's send in a few initiates or something to loosen them up a little, and hit them with something powerful enough to end them. I didn't plan on getting shot today."
"No, there isn't enough time. Let's just go in, guns blazing. They aren't looking at us, we can take a few of them out quite quickly." I was thinking about when to go in, and noticed that Charon was coming through again with his plasma rifle. I had a plan slowly forming, but that plan became redundant almost instantly.
"Music to my fucking ears!" Shouted Jericho, as he stood up, then shouted mindlessly, and pulled out his flamer, firing it directly into an enclave soldier. Normally, this would kill most of the foes we fought, but the heavily armoured enclave soldier just felt his helmet heat up, and only surprise knocked him off of his feet. Jericho, the idiot, just blew our cover, and all the well-trained, well-equipped, well-organized genocidists just noticed us.
"Fuck!" I shouted. Jericho was still burning the enclave soldier, so I pulled out my pulse pistol, knowing that the enclave power armour were almost invulnerable to bullets, and their new armour seemed even more powerful. It took almost an entire magazine of the pulse pistol, but eventually, I melted the head off of the enclave soldier. I barely ever use the pulse pistol, simply because of the rarity of the ammo, and realised there and then I had only two shots left of the thing.
Charon, on the other hand, was a lot more effective. Using his plasma rifle, he shot two of the enclave soldiers, one lost a leg, and was lying in the middle of the chamber, the other was grazed in the arm, nothing more than a superficial scratch on the arm.
By then, everyone was entrenched in cover, and a long war was brought about. Unfortunately, it was a war of attrition ; we did not have much ammo between us, and all that was about was huge stockpiles of assault rifles and ammo. Usually useful in a situation like this, but the bullets couldn't do any real damage, and we had to stay in cover.
I then felt my heart beat rapidly again. It beated, incredible speed, incredible power, unparalleled adrenaline started raging through me. My breath sped up, I was quick, I was in control, I felt like I could do anything. I breathed in, psyched up, ran for a loose laser rifle on the floor. Lasers flew around the room, I couldn't feel any of them. Damn, I noticed one hit me, on the arm, that'll hurt later. Picked it up, the rifle, checked if it worked, it was, perfect. I scouted the area, noticed a soldier, looked down the sight, took aim, breathed in, BANG. I shot, again and again, my target, that is, in the arm. He fell, quickly.
I then saw the Pride run into the antechamber from behind me, and saw Sarah Lyons in her distinctive blue hued armour, shouting orders. I smiled, she definitely commanded respect from her platoon. Two more enclave fell, but at the cost of three on our side that were breaking into the chamber. I noticed then that two were wearing recon armour, and another wasn't even in brotherhood gear ; a mercenary charmer outfit, not a Pride member.
The next few minutes were a blur. The enclave started retreating, two managed to escape outside. They tried to take off in a vertibird, but was shot down quickly by some heavy specialist with a tesla cannon, who got a thousand caps, from what I heard. I was feeling the effect of the plasma shot on my arm. I couldn't really move that much, and blacked out. Charon carried me out, into a makeshift infirmary, but woke up after a few minutes, and an injection of med-X later.
[Quest : Super Mutant Genocide Completed!]
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