And finally here at chapter 10. Now... Just how much dark do I want this story to go...?
Yes.
Now here's chapter 10. Hopefully you all enjoy.
Song used
"Thoughts & Prayers" by Grandson
-Extra Service: Suspicion-
"Thanks to your efforts, Mrs. Amani, our communications are strong enough to reach out the California region. But we will still need to strengthen our signal to reach the DC region. But I think our current signal would suffice for now. And thanks to your discovery on the military checkpoint on your venturing, we will have an additional stock weaponry and firepower. But do not worry, I've already sent Fitzpatrick with a small team to recover the supplies on the checkpoint."
Amanda only gave nod as she stood in the office while listening to the General. Of course, there was no mention of the said military slash hidden Enclave hangar from her.
"Now that we are slowly regaining our required firepower, we would still need a few things."
Amanda raised a brow at what she General added.
"What would it be, General?"
"Since I mentioned we can take on the raiders on the Commonwealth, perhaps a good start off would be trying to earn trusts of the people in the Commonwealth. If we would try to cleanse the Commonwealth off these raiders, would at least want to know that the people of the Commonwealth trusts us, otherwise, they will only view us as no other different than the raiders. Out to kill in cold blood."
Amanda frowned. But deciding to slowly nod, she only waited for the General to continue.
"If we can earn the trust of the people. No doubt, we can make an alliance. Perhaps... An alliance with a reasonable faction would be our main head start to slowly pull the USAF back to it's feet. An alliance with a faction with the same beliefs as we have."
Amanda folded her arms with a very skeptical expression.
"How many years has it been since the bombs dropped again, General? Would you expect people after a long period of time passed would still be patriotic Americans?"
She earned a frowned before seeing the man slowly shaking his head.
"What I mean is, an alliance with the same, if not, but at least have a similar role to the pre war military. Serving and protecting the innocent. It does not matter if they don't have military formation, so long as their intentions are to keep the people safe, and have the best interests of people at hearth."
Amanda sighed. She didn't liked the idea, perhaps, she could just play along for now? But to think of what the General is suggesting, she knew that the man would be responsible for that on his own. After all, she didn't said she's fully part of the cause, so who was she to downright judge him?
Giving a slight nod, Amanda gave a slow response.
"How would you like to proceed to this idea, General?"
"A good question. I'd like this plan started as soon as possible. We may be small, but we have something to show which is our training and expertise in combat. If we can make an alliance with a faction with great intentions, we would be beneficial to them, and they will be beneficial to us, in meaning of partnership."
Amanda didn't replied. There's no other faction existing, other than the Minutemen. But thinking about the Minutemen, she hasn't heard much about the faction. Perhaps, the people were still traumatized from what happened at Quincy. Although, Amanda didn't cared, she somehow felt a bit of sympathy for the settlers on Sanctuary. They still didn't deserved that. Which only leads to why she wanted these other factions terminated, for their intentions weren't good at all for the people of the Commonwealth. And her solution was being the Enclave.
Clearing her throat, Amanda began.
"General. There's one faction I've been told by the settlers on Sanctuary. They're called the Minutemen."
Getting the attention and interest of the General Amanda got a response.
"The Minutemen?"
"Yes, General. They seemed to be some kind of civil military, my guess. And they were stationed on Quincy, protecting and helping people. However, there's a bad news. A month ago, the town of Quincy fell to hands of the Gunners. The Minutemen were never heard from, and the civilians of Quincy were scattered ever since. The settlers of Sanctuary Hills are from Quincy. If they haven't spoken much about that event a month ago, I'd say they still haven't recovered from trauma."
Seeing the General pondering for a moment, she then heard him reply.
"Perhaps... There could be remnants of this Minutemen. If we can reach out to them, we can guide them to Sanctuary and help them regain their force. And that would be our main start to earn the people's trust. After all, it's still our duty to serve the people. As they're the descendants of the people we've sworn but failed to protect."
Amanda mentally sighed with a frown. But nodding her head either way, she only gave a limited response.
"Just say the word, General. I can do anything."
This got her a surprised look from the man, but then recieving a satisfied nod, she got a reply.
"Very well, Mrs. Amani. I'll have you lead a team to search for these Minutemen remnants, but after your success on further establishing communications, I'll give you two days of R&R. You deserve it."
Amanda gave a small nod before getting dismissed. Perhaps, she could make use of that given given days to work on her personal deed.
As she walked out of the office, she made her way to the labs on the lower section of the Vault, where she met up with Dr. Kane.
"Oh. Mrs. Amani. I wasn't expecting you to be here, can I help you?"
Amanda simply took out one of the AI module chips from her inventory before handing it to the doctor.
"Dr. Kane. I have discovered a way that can help self-manipulate a power armor, by an artificial intelligence without an operator in control. I was hoping you could try and replicate a couple stash. Let's say... 80 chips. If you have the time to work on it."
With the doctor examining the the small chip, she then waited a curious look from the other woman.
"Is there any reason, in particular why you may want me to work on replicating such a small equipment?"
Amanda frowned under her helmet, but deciding to keep her temper in control, she gave a calm resolve as she can manage.
"It's for the settlement security in Sanctuary Hills, Dr. Kane. The people there are requiring some defense to fully fortify the settlement."
There was a moment of silence, and Amanda seeing a reluctant lol on the doctor, she wasn't sure if the woman would buy her cover-up.
"I'll see what I can do. But no guarantees to replicate that amount on such a short time. I'm still working on other things down here with our science staff to maintain the Vault functional. But I'll see what I can do on this AI chip."
Giving a slight nod, Amanda took the term. At least it worked, a little she figured. She just needed to wait. Though, she hated the idea of waiting, she could instead do some rearrangements on her now secured Enclave base. She needs to gather man power, but she doubt she cancels mostly on humans, perhaps, the non feral ghouls would be a wise choice to add in aside from humans.
Exiting the lab and meeting up with Patriot outside the Vault, Amanda emmidiately led the AI back to Sanctuary. However, her thougut was filled up with those vertibirds and X01s. She needed those AI chips done as soon as possible to have automated power armor personnel guarding the hidden location. But after retrieving the T-60 from the dead Paladin she killed and doing some repairs, Amanda emmidiately headed to the garage to see the spare T-60 on the power armor station.
'Why have one AI when I can have two for starters..."
plugging her Pip Boy to the T-60, Amanda inserted one if her spare two AI chips on the spare power armor before turning her eyes back on the Pip Boy.
:::Pip Boy 3000:::
Year: 2287
[Map]
[Vault 111 Radio Beacon]
[Diamond City Radio]
[Trinity Tower Radio Beacon]
[Watts Consumer Electronics Radio Beacon]
[Artificial Intelligence Module Chip]•
:::Pip Boy 3000:::
Year: 2287
:::Artificial Intelligence Module Chip:::
[Activate Module Chip]
[Eject Module Chip]
[Module Chip Settings]•
:::Pip Boy 3000:::
Year: 2287
:::Artificial Intelligence Module Chip:::
:::Module Chip Settings:::
Installed bot personalities:
[Assaultron]•
[Sentry Bot]
[Protectron]
[Mister Handy]
[Mr. Gutsy]
Picking one personality for the AI, Amanda decided to chose the last entry, she hasn't heard of a Mr. Gutsy bot before despite being aware of the other robots from before during pre war.
:::Pip Boy 3000:::
Year: 2287
:::Artificial Intelligence Module Chip:::
:::Module Chip Settings:::
:::Mr. Gutsy:::
Installed bot personality activating . . .
Activation complete .
:::Pip Boy 3000:::
Year: 2287
:::Artificial Intelligence Module Chip:::
[Activate Module Chip]•
[Eject Module Chip]
[Module Chip Settings]
:::Pip Boy 3000:::
Year: 2287
:::Artificial Intelligence Module Chip:::
:::Activate Module Chip:::
Artificial Intelligence activating please wait . . .
Activation complete .
Pugging off her Pip Boy, Amanda took a step back just in time as the T-60 stared moving. It's head slowly looking down at her.
"I am ready to serve! Are you my commanding officer?"
Amanda gave simple nod and earned a salute from the new AI. she was just glad she screwed off the Brotherhood insignia off the chest piece. But luckily founding some spare cans of dark grey paint on the lower section of Vault 111, and not to mention being given two days away from the optimistic military remnants, Amanda have enough time to repaint her OD green the power armor, as well as the two AIs under her command.
Spending a few ours repainting each power armor on her desired color, Amanda was wondering. What how would the people here, not only on Sanctuary but even the pre war military as well, to react on her plot. Amanda frowned, she knew she couldn't tell. But Piper needed to be over with. She just needed to find some time when she can tell the other woman. After all, she would need the woman and her abilities in spread in papers for future recruitment.
After finally finishing waiting Patriot the last, Amanda let out a big sigh of relief. These two AI would need some time to dry off their paint, which after order both AIs to stay put on the garage, Amanda walked inside the house and sat tiredly on the couch before closing her eyes for a bit.
"Oh goodness, mum! You're back! And, tired... Would you like something to eat?"
Hearing Codsworth's voice. Amanda shortly frowned before simply giving nod in reply instead.
Although despite being tired she is, Amanda needed time to think than rest, however. In fact, it was rather wanting that she wanted. She wanted to reform the Enclave, in which, a lot of work needed to be done. That X02 would be part of her plan as well. But she needed personnel to do be issued with this said power armor. Once she get that X02 on her possession, she can replicate more then issue it, perhaps to future human personnel? She did has that idea of automated X01s as the basic offense unit possible. These power armor were no special treatment for her, so the idea was to valid option. But her precious recovered tech and equipment would be futile, when a greedy faction could be around. Amanda bitterly frowned, she needed to solve an alternative aside from automated X01s. Human and Non feral ghoul personnel.
"Well, look who came back home exhausted... Killed plenty of mutants outside with Patriot?"
Amanda jolted outbid thougut to see Piper standing in front of her with a small grin. She hated that.
"What is it now, Piper?"
She growled as she shifted a bit on the couch before Piper sat down next to her.
"Nothing at all. But I did found a new printer, had to make sure Strong doesn't damage it while having him carry it all the way back here."
Amanda folded her arms and rolled her eyes.
"That's good for you. Store it next to the garage."
"Good idea. But hey, how's your personal venture?"
Amanda emmidiately shot Piper a look, a glare shortly on her face.
"Did you followed me?"
"What? Well, no uh mean, yes? But only a little, why is there something wrong- ?"
Amanda emmidiately tackled her other woman on the couch with a deadly glare.
"What did you saw? Why did you followed me?"
She bitterly demanded, but earning a surprised look from the other woman before recieving a glare, she got a response.
"Hey, I only followed you all the way to the lake nearby them lost sight of you. Plus, Storng was getting impatient so I had to forget following you."
Amanda frowned before glaring at Piper again before slowly leaning toward her with her serious glare.
"What I'm doing is personal. And is only between myself and nothing more. Understood?"
"Okay, no need to kill me if I just happen to be curious... Can't blame the press for only wanting to uncover the truth."
"There's nothing to uncover from me. You'll come to see that if you trust me. But you're giving me a reason not to."
"Okay, okay. I won't stalk you. But... What were you doing anyway? You don't need to tell me the personal details..."
Amanda sighed. She was hesitant, perhaps she could tell, but she just couldn't trust the press if it means revealing what she just found on remain other side of Vault 111 and the old Enclave location.
"Don't ask, Piper. Just, don't ask. You wouldn't understand."
Amanda simply repliedwith a frown.
"Oh, dear! What on earth are you two doing there!?"
Hearing Codsworth's voice in frantic scream, Amanda emmidiately turned her head to see the mister handy floating motionless as he stared at the sight of herself on top of Piper on the couch. Her hands firmly pinned Piper's wrists. She cursed.
Emmidiately getting off the other woman and shifting away on the couch, Amanda frowned bitterly.
"I... I didn't saw anything, mum. I was just curious with all the whispering that's all..."
"Not a word. Codsworth."
Amanda bitterly said, but glancing at Piper who was shifted on the edge of the couch, red faced, Amanda frowned even more before getting up and walking out of the house.
"Mum, your lunch!"
"I'll go after her, Codsworth."
Hearing Piper calling out to her as she made her way to the garage, Amanda frowned as she turned to face the other woman.
"What do you want now?"
"I just wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to... Pry personal information..."
"You don't need to when I can tell you. But you'll have to wait."
Amanda spat bitterly. She needed to cool her head down, but her temper getting the best if her she couldn't stop glaring at Piper who was already giving an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry. I really am. But okay, I won't stalk you promise."
Amanda took a long moment in silence before folding her arms and giving a reluctant nod.
"Fine. Don't bother me when I'm working."
Seeing Piper raising a hand with a nod, Amanda only growled shortly before turning her attention back to her two AIs.
"Okay... But... If you need help with those power armors... Just ask, alright?"
Rolling her eyes, Amanda just gesture for the other woman to leave her alone.
After finally being left alone, she had time to bide her deed. But somehow, she felt a bit terrible for being mean to Piper. The thought of which Amanda found hard to get out of her head.
'Don't let that distract you... You have much important things to do...'
Amanda mentally thought with a bitter frown as she inserted her as she simply prepared her laser rifle before hopping back on her T-60 and began taking off somewhere else. She needed to start doing some rearrangements while on leave. However, getting an idea on her mind, she decided to venture out on her own before taking the paper she had from Wattz Consumer Electronics.
After thirty minutes on walk, she started taking northeast after dropping by at the now liberated Wattz building, guarded by a group of pre war soldiers. She wasn't expecting a forty minute travel on foot, but arriving to one of the relay towers, Amanda got off her T-60 and checked her Pip Boy to find 'Radio AM 810 Signal' on the entries.
Entering the small squared fence, glad round open, Amanda found a corpse, next to it was a terminal connected just below the relay tower. They body has yet rotted, presumably, it was killed just recently. Or perhaps a month old decomposing.
Looking it, she found nothing a a small note.
Oh man, oh man. I shouldn't have ever helped Connie with that radio. Now he's done for...
I was in the bushes when they took him. I overheard one of them suggested they take Connie to the old Police Bureau location across the river down west. To think of it, they'll for sure interrogate him.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. Maybe I should upload the Stars and Stripes, but, that's the only song on this holotape. Connie should've never left that other holotape on the Wattz building...
But Connie's clever, though. I'm sure he'll find a way through. If I can only get back to the Wattz building, but my leg wound is killing me. Now in stuck here limp.
I guess all I can do is wait here and hope he comes back... God please help us...
Turning to the terminal, Amanda check it and found only one entry.
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
Tower Status: INACTIVE
-Extend Satellites to amplify signal to surrounding areas-
[Extend Satellites [Ready] ]•
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
-Extend Satellites to amplify signal to surrounding areas-
:::Extend Satellites [READY]:::
Extending satellites and acquiring signals . . .
Please stand back . . .
Extending satellites complete .
Seeing the radio dish slowly being lifted up, Amanda got the sinks strength on her Pip by the time she selected Radio AM 810 Signal.
Turning back to the terminal, Amanda saw one entry on the screen.
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
Tower Status: ACTIVE
Amplified Signals:
AM 810 Radio Station insert holotape to transfer files .
-[OFFLINE]
-[OFFLINE]
[Load AM 810 Holotape]•
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
Data link established with Commonwealth Relay tower network - Public Terminal DMC 810 .
Authorizing . . .
Authorizing . . .
Authorizing . . .
Authorization granted .
Data transfer options are now available .
[Transfer Files]•
Inserting the holotape she found on the wattz building to her Pip Boy, Amanda saw the songs as the new entries on the terminal screen.
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
Amplified Signals:
AM 810 Radio Station insert holotape to transfer files .
-[ONLINE]
-[ONLINE]
[Stars and Stripes Forever]
[Battle Hymn of the Republic]
[America the Beautiful]•
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
Network link established .
Uploading song . . .
Uploading song . . .
Uploading song . . .
Uploading complete .
Amanda selected the third entry, and shortly afterwards, the signal on her Pip Boy from static began playing the ballad.
Taking the router to west, Amanda passed by a river, and five minutes later on walk, she arrived to the other relay tower. But unlike the first tower, this one was already active, but static as nothing was on the signal. And as same as the previous one, Amanda found another terminal. And on the screen was one entry.
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
Amplified Signals:
AM 810 Radio Station insert holotape to transfer files .
-[ONLINE]
-[ONLINE]
[Transfer Files]•
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
Amplified Signals:
AM 810 Radio Station insert holotape to transfer files .
-[ONLINE]
-[ONLINE]
:::Transfer Files:::
[Record Audio]•
:::Welcome TO ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::
-Commonwealth Relay Tower Network-
:::Transfer Files:::
:::Record Audio:::
Record audio can be used to upload and broadcast it between terminals, making it ideal for parties and social gatherings .
Select Audio:
[Stars and Stripes Forever]
[Battle Hymn of the Republic]
[America the Beautiful]•
With the second relay tower all clear for broadcasting, all that Amanda needed to do now was to head to this Police Bureau location. Thanks to the signal all loud and clear, Amanda easily picked up various locations on her Pip Boy, and one of those was the police station, leading further west. But that's not Amanda's focus for now. Her focus was getting a clear signal to provide for the hidden Enclave location to be fully operational. As well as benefiting the pre war personnel on Vault 111 and the current liberated stations on their command.
Hopping back on her T-60 after marking the hidden location on her Pip Boy, Amanda bagel to set foot. But for now, she had to return to Sanctuary. She needed to take another rough to fully cover her trace in the paths she took on this single person venture.
After an hour and a half of walk, Amanda finally arrived at Sanctuary, think the same as she noticed. And deciding to activate the two AIs to slow them on patrol, Amanda then got off her T-60 before heading back inside the house and onto the living room.
"Oh mum you're back! Miss Wright and I had been quite worried! You've been gone for more than two hours now! And, you have a visitor from Diamond City, mister Valentine was his name?"
"Just call me Nick, Codsworth."
Amanda froze as she stood on the doorway. Not from the sight of Piper but to Nick as well. But what was he even doing here?
"Nick... I... Was not expecting to see you here. Can I help you?"
Seeing a smile and a slow shake on his head, Amanda got a reply.
"Not at all, Amanda. In fact, I'm here to visit and check up on Piper and her sister Nat. Words spreaded fast, some new face in Diamond City helped the two pack up and overheard you were taking them here to Sanctuary. Knew I'd figure it was you, though."
Amanda folded her arms as she she took only three steps before giving a reply.
"It's probably between Piper and Mcdonough. The mayor forced evicted her."
"Yeah, and so I was told. But anyways, where had you been running off anyway? Been a little concerned when Piper here mentioned that you've been settling on some, ehem... Personal, things."
Amanda shortly glared at the quiet woman sitting on the couch. She formed bitterly when Nick saw her expression.
"Whoa now. No need to blame Piper, alright? She just cares for you. Im fact, it wasn't her the only one telling me about you acting like this. Look. We can resume your case now, Amanda. I've finally finished all of my current cases and I'm up to resuming on working your case. But I need your cooperation."
"Amanda. I'm sorry... I was just worried..."
Amanda mentally cursed. This wasn't how she expected this, but coming up with a solution, she cleared her throat and seduced to play along on how this would go. In fact, she would need the abilities of these two, anyway.
"We can work on my case, when I'm ready. Just... Not right now. "
She glanced at Piper with a frown before standing up and jerking her head towards the door for Nick to follow her.
"Excuse us."
Hearing Nick's muttered words, Amanda leas the synth detective outside and a free house away from theirs.
"So... What's really bothering you, Amanda?"
Amanda reluctantly looked at him, in fact she was Burnside how well this would end, bit she made her decision. No one's stopping her.
Looking at the synth's yellow eyes, Amanda reluctantly replied.
"I've been hearing about factions. Not only here from the Commonwealth, but factions well known all across the wasteland."
She paused while trying to think of what to add for her cover-up.
"I've heard about this NCR, Brotherhood of Steel, and even the Enclave. Do you know about them?"
"Certainly I do. Being a detective and all, I've been through places nor only here from the Commonwealth. But I don't prefer travelling far, especially on foot. It takes months."
Amanda folded her arms, her eyes looking around in case if Piper was around listening.
"I need to know about the Enclave. Previous, the former, and the original Enclave."
There was a long pause, seeing the synth detective just stood in front of her, staring in reluctance.
"You sure you wanna know about those, pre war remnants? And why them, exactly, of all the other big factions well known?"
Amanda barely frowned.
"I've done some small research on the other factions by travelling. I see to find interest on the Enclave. It's the closest to pre war."
"I have files on my office about these factions. Little are about the Enclave. Most folks don't talk about them."
"Why?"
"Look. I know you like to hold on to things close to the pre war times, but the Enclave... They're the closest second by the brotherhood of Steel. But to give a very short summary, the Enclave are people that are worse than the Institute. Based off the little information from words quietly passed around the entire wasteland; the Enclave existed for a very long time. And they only had that goal of theirs to restore the old pre war country back."
Amanda narrowed her eyes as she quietly asked.
"And at what cost?"
Seeing a hesitant expression on Nick, she still got a response.
"By annihilating everything and everyone on the wasteland. Let's say, we're raiders. The Enclave would come flying after us with their vertibirds and shoot us down. Let's say, we're non feral ghouls. The Enclave would send a small highly trained team to hunt is down. Let's say, we're Super Mutants. The Enclave will kill us as they've created us in the first place."
Amanda's eyes widened. But narrowed again.
"How come the Enclave created the Super Mutants?"
"By their creation of the FEV. Forced Evolution Virus. Their that became infected mutated and turned into what we call super mutants these days. Had that on my old Enclave folder..."
"It's not enough. Tell me more."
"You're the first person I've ever talked to that's so interested about this heartless faction. But alright. I'll come by again tomorrow here with the files about the Enclave. Damn monsters... And to think that they call themselves 'Pure Americans' and kept putting on those 'Rebuilding America's Future' propaganda. Hell, I bet those propaganda are still around on the capital wasteland. But I bet the Brotherhood of Steel there already have it removed by now. Tension between those two big factions heated over the last decade."
Amanda was silent. This was all too much to take in. But it was all worth knowing these information, and if this previous Enclave were failures, she'll prove them that hers would be far different. But she needed the right information other than this to fully understand the previous Enclave and their beliefs.
"You know. I'd say we're far better off without any pre war military. The brotherhood seems good, but I heard they despise people not involve in their cause aside from hoarding technology. At least I'm told they do."
"Everything has its perks and downs, Nick."
'You're right about that, Amanda. But I just told you what information I've gotten about the Enclave. To think that those people are far worse than the Institute, I'd still say I'm glad they're gone. Well, I don't mind if their remnants could still be alive. Perhaps, they could just start over. If you know what I mean, than try to annihilate everyone of us in the wasteland."
"That's all I needed to know, Nick. But yes. Do bring me files that you have. About the Enclave. The NCR. And mostly, on the Brotherhood of Steel.
Seeing Nick nodding in reply, Amanda was satisfied with their private conversation. But somehow read a hides expression on Nick's face. Almost as if, he was keeping something to himself.
Deciding to speak up, Amanda was suddenly interrupted.
"Human is back! Good. Help Strong find milk of human kindness."
"Not. Now. Strong..."
"Well, it looks like your big friend here needs some help."
Hearing Nick commenting with a short chuckle, Amanda noticed the hidden expression no longer on his face. She mentally cure with a frown but instead, leas the other two back inside the house, where they were waited on by Piper and Codsworth.
"So... What did you two talked on about?"
Sending a short glare at the other woman after seeing her innocence smile, Amanda inky face a limited reply.
"I'm gonna take a walk. I'll be back."
"Mum, you haven't eaten yet."
"Nevermind that, Codsworth. Just take care of the guest here."
Amanda simply replied before finally waking back outside to get her T-60 and setting off unoticed. She was starting to suspect Nick was there for something else. She just didn't got the chance to know what. But as she further fit away from Sanctuary, unfollowed, Amanda began to take the route on the way back to that secured Enclave location she had secured.
'If I only took Patriot with me...'
She mentally thought but as she walked, and despite the suspicion she was having, her mind was flooded into thinking by four thoughts. Her first personal plot. Then the Pre War military, third restarting the Enclave by her way, and lastly Piper. She cursed. But she can't rush her first personal objective, she couldn't work on it yet not until she has what she needed. Controllable power. Perhaps, start her own cause was the first option. Then she'll figure out how to sort the USAF next, then... Piper. Amanda kept a frown as she walked about Piper. But needing her abilities for influence, perhaps...
After a long walk on her own, seemingly dismissed time herself, Amanda arrived back at the Enclave supply hangar. Founding a terminal on the vertibird hangar to activate the defense turrets all around, Amanda quickly headed back to the third hangar and to the X01s.
Taking the last AI chip on her inventory, Amanda did the same procedure to the second AI earlier, and this time, on one of the X01 suits of power armor.
After a short moment of finishing setting up the Mr. Gutsy personality, Amanda gave the AI a simple nod before simple speaking.
"I'm Amanda Amani. And I am in charge of this classified outpost."
The X01 emmidiately gave a salute.
"Commander! At your service, ma'am!"
Giving a small nod, Amanda gave a simple reply.
"Proceed to the first hangar, and get an issued weapon. You'll be in guard duty."
"Yes, Commander!"
Watching the lone power armor marching out of the hangar, Amanda decided to rearrange the lines of power armor on its stations. She cursed as she figured the amount could be hundred in store, but after an hour of making a space on the hangar, she made her way outside and decided to enter a nearby establishment across the hangars. She found herself grinning at the thought that she had liberated an old airbase as she enters the small establishment.
Finding still working advanced computers, Amanda found a small terminal on a round desk. Checking out out she only found two entries.
"(No thoughts, no prayers
Can bring back what's no longer there
The silence are damned
The body count is on your hands)"
:::Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
For Authorized Commanding Officer Only
[Activate Signal Beacon]•
[Activate Private Signal Beacon]
"Smile for the camera
Another politician bought
I swear I heard another shot
Cash another payment
Bled all on the canvas
There's muder on the campus"
It's a risk if she'll activate the the beacon publicly. But privately activating it, she had no doubt to receive distress messages, signals from any of the previous Enclave remnants.
:::Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
For Authorized Commanding Officer Only
[Activate Signal Beacon]
[Activate Private Signal Beacon]•
This was on her favor. Not for anyone on the USAF. Not especially to any other faction.
"Another press conference
Nothing gets accomplished
The shooters's an accomplice
Money is the motive
The wars in the street
Watch history repeat
:::Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
For Authorized Commanding Officer Only
:::Activate Private Signal Beacon:::
Activating private signal beacon . . .
Beacon activation complete .
/ SCANNING ONLINE ENCLAVE FREQUENCIES /
Scanning complete .
Twenty Signals detected .
Locating signals frequencies . . .
Locating complete .
:::SIGNAL LOCATIONS:::
Georgia: ONLINE
Florida: ONLINE
Texas: ONLINE
New York: ONLINE
Kentucky: ONLINE
California: OFFLINE
Atlanta: ONLINE
Washington: OFFLINE
Miami: ONLINE
Illinois: ONLINE
:::RECIEVED MESSAGE:::
:::Florida:::
We received a signal. To anyone who activated that private beacon, identify yourself by service number. Rank is no longer required, as we are no longer formally organized . . .
-CPL. Reyes
A very satisfied smiles was on Amanda's face as she recieved the message. It's time to pull out the first string.
"No thoughts, no prayers
Can bring back what's no longer there
The silent are damned
The body count is on your hands"
"No thoughts, no prayers
Can bring back what's no longer there
The silent are damned
The body count is on your hands"
Taking her holotags and checking the service number in it, Amanda focused back on the terminal and began typing a response message.
:::Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
:::Message Response to Florida:::
Commander Amanda Amani. Service number 033047281. The hidden location source of the beacon is from Boston . Proceed as guided by the beacon asap .
It's time you follow orders from someone competent, unlike your previous commanders . . .
[Send Message]•
Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
Sending message . . .
Message sent .
Receiving seven more messages from the other online signals, Amanda's satisfied smile grew. The tide is now slowly turning in her favor.
"No thoughts, no prayers
Can bring back what's no longer there
The silent are damned
The body count is on your hands
"Bow before the violence
It's a government shakedown
Welcome to my breakdown
Bulletproof backpacks
They want'ta arm the teachers
I think I saw the reaper
Fear's good for profit
Deregulate the casket
They're lyin' to the masses
How much will it take
'Till you get buried in coffin that you make?
Heaven's sake"
Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
:::RECIEVED MESSAGES:::
:::Illionis:::
It's been ten years now. We've already given up hope, but with this beacon recieved, we're willing to follow direct orders. We are now desperate. We await your response .
-PVT. Green
:::Texas:::
Is there a still existing command ? Thank god !
We've been in hiding for over a decade now, and we've been keeping off the grid ever since the Brotherhood toke over DC.
Were at your service and willing to regroup. Just send your location and we'll be up in the air .
-SFC. Price
:::Georgia:::
We've recieved your beacon. We don't care what rank you are, we are desperate to make it out alive here in Georgia, and would be willing to serve. Please send us your location .
-PFC. Koiter
:::New York:::
The miracle is upon us ! We have lost hope in President Eden, but whoever you are, I have the greater feeling we'd finally be reorganized. We await your reply and god speed .
-PVT. Jonson
:::Kentucky:::
Our defenses are no longer effective, and our issued Mark 1 power armors had long given up on us. Everything is barely useful, but finally you've come to our rescue ! We still have vertibirds on standby with abundant fuel to make it, please send the location and we'll fly right away asap !
-CPL. Jefferson
:::Atlanta:::
It looks like were given another chance to live father thanks to your beacon . We are desperate now, and all we have is our supplies of weaponry and vertibirds, Atlanta was a poor choice since we lost DC and we've been risking ourselves as feral ghoul food . Do not fly here to Atlanta. It's all feral ghoul heaven ! Please send your location, we are desperate and are willing to contribute what equipment we have left to your division .
-PFC. Spears
:::Miami:::
It's been 10 years since we've fled DC. We made a poor choice for relocation. Miami is a hellhole, and barely that many of us lasted for over the last 10 years, thanks to those Brotherhood . We will await your reply, we are desperate and are all willing to follow orders from anyone involved in the Enclave .
-CPL. Amari
"No thoughts, no prayers
Can bring back what's no longer there
The silent are damned
The body count is on your hands"
"No thoughts, no prayers
Can bring back what's no longer there
The silent are damned
The body count is on your hands"
Everyone was desperate now. It was all because of their leaders' failure 10 years ago. Whatever may have happen in those times, either they had cruel intentions of not. This time, things are changed. All at once, it's time to pull these remnants in one string under her wing.
"When our father life's nobody make a sound
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
Are we out of time when we turn this song around?
Are we out of time when we all fall
(We all fall down)"
:::Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
:::Message Response to Illinois:::
:::Message Response to Texas:::
:::Message Response to Georgia:::
:::Message Response to New York:::
:::Message Response to Kentucky:::
:::Message Response to Atlanta:::
:::Message Response to Miami:::
"This message as sent to all locations that had received this beacon signal must emmidiately link their communication signal to the Boston military airbase. The beacon will guide you to the location. Sending the coordinates may initiate a risk of communication leak to any random online frequency."
Under any circumstances and with any means, this message automatically puts all responded personnel in emmidiate effect to follow the order to proceed to the Boston military airbase via following the beacon.
No one shall be left behind. Join me, and forget the past with the previous Enclave leaders. It's time. We shall start anew.
-Commander Amanda Amani
[Send Message]•
Welcome to Robco Industries [TM] Termlink:::
:::Enclave Control Terminal:::
Sending message . . .
Message sent .
Amanda finally turned away from the terminal. The string is pulled. But there are more that needed to be pulled.
"The body count is on your hands
The body count is on your hands"
"No thoughts (Nobody)
No prayers (Nobody)
No thoughts (Nobody)
The body count is on your hands"
Walking back outside and out into the open on the airbase, Amanda slowly placed her hands on her back, her head tilted up, and her green eyes staring firmly at the gray sky.
"No thoughts (Nobody)
No prayers (Nobody)
No thoughts (Nobody)
The body count is on your hands
(On your hands)"
A very satisfied, sinister grin was now plastered on her face. She knew it. So many desperate forces are soon to be reunited. But it's time. And a new, different, and better Enclave is born.
But this time. Under her name and vision.
That's it for this chapter. I do however recommend listening to the song used. Although, I found it strange using modern songs in the world of Fallout, I just couldn't find a suitable 50s-60s song. A poor excuse I know, but, the song seemed to have suited the situation for this new Enclave well for me imo. But anyways thank you all for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter.
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