Prologue:
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Warning: this is my first Fic, so expect errors, and multiple changes to published chapters to occur, though I give my word that I will endeavor to keep them to a minimum. Also if anyone feels like throwing some advice or criticism my way, I will gladly accept it, after all I can only get better for it no?
Full Summary:
In the war-torn wasteland of post-apocalyptic America a man rose and unified the Wasteland under his banner by right of conquest. As the newly formed Empire of Atlantis begins to restore the wasteland as best as possible, the brains at Big Mt discover that while humanity might have survived, mother earth had been dealt a fatal blow when the bombs fell. The planet would be unable to sustain life by the year 2300. The brains managed to come up with a solution, an insane one to be sure, but the only viable chance for humanity to survive a second apocalypse, one that would be final this time. Their solution: a massive transportalponder capable of shifting an entire continent into a new dimension. Six years later the mass transportalponder is activated and the Empire of Atlantis finds itself waking up to a North America, unspoiled by human hands, still alive and green.
Resolving himself to keep the mistakes of the past, in the past the Emperor leads his people into the building of a new life. The construction finished, his empire secure, and no threats to be seen, the Emperor decided that a vacation is in order sets off sailing towards the west, to reconnect with his past, to a time before he became the leader of the last of humanity, a time when he explored the farthest reaches of the wasteland.
Unfortunately he forgot to take into account that any new lands he discovers might already be occupied by sentient life, and his vacation leads him into direct contact with two warring factions. The question of what can I find? soon changes to, should I get involved in this clusterfuck? Then again Regulus never was much good at staying out of trouble. Now if only these damn females would let him try to enjoy his vacation in peace.
Additionally: Contains, violence, gore, swearing, possibly lemons later on, and a crossover with monster girl encyclopedia(don't worry I will keep it very minor).
"After the thing went off, after it was a sure thing that America could wipe out a city with just one bomb, a scientist turned to Father and said, 'Science has now known sin.' And do you know what Father said? He said, 'What is sin?"
― Kurt Vonnegut
War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of humankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Britain dominated half the world with her bloodstained coats of red. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones.
In 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders, plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. The earth was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth.
A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years. But it was not, as many believed, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war had not changed. Few survived the devastation. Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking shelter in great underground vaults.
The Great War's enduring legacy was the radiation that spread in its wake. Though the collapse of global civilization made it impossible to ascertain the full extent of the damage brought by the nuclear bombs, much of the devastation was blatantly obvious. The world's oceans were tinted green by radiation. Many of the plants and animals that survived the nuclear fire were killed by the irradiated rain that began to fall weeks later.
Of those that survived, many were mutated by 2080. The radiation led to the spontaneous rise of many new species three years after the bombs fell. The new species were larger, hardier and more dangerous than the animals and insects from which they mutated. Radscorpions, giant ants, and brahmin descended from scorpions, household ants and cows, respectively.
The American mainland was reduced to wasteland. Most major American cities, with a few exceptions such as Pittsburgh and Las Vegas, were razed by the bombs. Even the surviving cities were reduced to hellish ruin as society rapidly disintegrated. Although the vaults were never intended to preserve the entire American population, enough of their residents and technology survived for them to jumpstart civilization when they opened.
While most areas were bombed, some areas like Appalachia, New Vegas, and Zion Canyon were left mostly intact compared to other areas in the rest of the known world. Some locations had odd effects after the bombs fell such as Big MT having no mountain top, the Sierra Madre being covered in a strange mist, and the Island in a radioactive fog. Only Appalachia was left largely unaffected by the bombs, aside from mutations and radiation, that is.
When the great darkness passed, these vaults opened, and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again. But when they found, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them, and from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
As the remnants of humanity began to spread once again. They began warring against each other in the new anarchic world which they now reside in, and though more than two centuries have passed since the Great War, progress in the reclamation of humanity has been slow and the wasteland remains a radioactive and war-torn desert, where life itself is a struggle. As fighting grew and spread throughout the war-torn wasteland like wildfire faction began to emerge over the various smaller faction as the true powerhouses of the wasteland.
Some like The Brotherhood of Steel a techno-religious military order operating across the ruins of post-War North America with its roots stemming from the United States Armed Forces and the government-sponsored scientific community from former Mariposa Military Base before the Great War, dedicated to controlling and regulating technology in the wasteland. Or the New California Republic, a federal presidential republic founded in New California, comprised of five contiguous states and additional territories and holdings in Nevada, Mexico, Baja, California and along the Colorado River. Supporting a myriad of old-world values, such as democracy, personal liberty and the rule of law.
Strive to restore the wasteland to its former splendor, and to protect a dwindling humanity from total annihilation, either through the renewed bloodshed ar by repeating the mistakes of the past. Neither faction is a paragon of virtue though, both are rife with corruption, bigotry and not so well hidden expansionistic goals, in the NCR's case. Though that is not to say the other major factions were better, if anything, they were far worse.
The Enclave for example, a state that developed from a continuity of government of the pre-War federal government of the United States of America, frequently styling itself as the United States of America. Before the War, the founders of the Enclave operated as an informal secret organization of the same name. They were comprised of members of the U.S shadow government and the military-industrial complex.
The Enclave's ideology is rooted in the conviction that its members are the sole representatives of humanity: Unlike humans outside the Enclave's shielded facilities, few, if any, members of the Enclave were exposed to nuclear fallout and other harmful factors present in the wasteland. As a result, the Enclave is xenophobic, isolationist. Regardless of services rendered, the Enclave considers humans outside its ranks as equal to super mutants and ghouls: Abominations to be destroyed so that "true humanity" could take its place as the "real" America.
The final major faction operating in the North American wasteland is perhaps the most brutal of them all, and with only one goal total domination of the continent. Caesar's Legion, an autocratic, imperialistic slaver society and totalitarian dictatorship. Founded in 2247 by Edward Sallow (also known as Caesar) and Joshua Graham (also known as the Malpais Legate), it is inspired by and partially based on the ancient Roman Empire.
The Legion is an ultra-reactionary, utilitarian slave army supported by several tributary populations. its legionaries are predominately reconditioned tribals, slave soldiers forming a well-organized, culturally insular fighting force that, mainly operates east of the Colorado River and the Grand Canyon, in the former states of Arizona and New Mexico with small portions of Utah and Colorado.
The one thing that all four factions as well as the plethora of smaller factions and groups have in common is their contribution to the endless blood spilled on the irradiated sands of America. This bloodshed is only augmented by the addition of other "races" of the wastes, from the decaying feral ghoul, humans possessing a particular genetic trait, that when exposed to heavy amounts of radiation, causes massive mutation. Although their decaying skin gave them a frightening, almost inhuman appearance, they generally retained their mental faculties: their ability to reason and communicate were left intact. Ironically, despite their physical decay, they had heightened senses and longer lifespans.
The terrifying super mutants, monstrous abominations, products of infection by the Forced Evolutionary Virus (FEV), a pre-war attempt at manufacturing supersoldiers. They are much taller, bulkier and more muscular than pure strain humans, have (mostly) green, gray, or yellowish skin, are immune to disease and radiation, and are gifted with superhuman strength and endurance. Although they are completely sterile, the rapid regeneration of their cells caused by FEV ensures that for all intents and porpuses they are biologically immortal (though not immune to death from injury).
The danger of the feral ghouls and super mutants are followed by the mutated flora and fauna of the wasteland, all of which are all lethal in some way. As well as the wasteland itself, slowly killing its unmutated inhabitants, whether by the poisoned water, irradiated air, lack of food, extreme weather and climates, or mind-boggling storms.
All is not lost though, for among the legendary figures of the wasteland a man above the rest would be born. For this damned, broken, and burnt world, so overflowing with blood would give birth to the man that would one day go on to conquer it, becoming the emperor of a broken, and beaten humanity, and forge them into the Empire of Atlantis, named after the legendary disappeared kingdom itself, to show that what was once lost can be returned. A man who despite being as damned by a curse as dark as the world itself, and having lost so much to the cruelty of both the wastes and mankind, would fight both as a hero and a monster to save humanity from its own undoing. A man with many titles, but one name. Hail Regulus Lupus, Emperor of Atlantis!
Yo, just a heads up to anyone that wants to continue reading this, it's going to be 3 to 5 chapters before we get to the world of warcraft stuff, got to give the emperor a history and life, and his empire had to come from somewhere right.
Anyway thanks for reading
Sincerely, Thanatos2121