Here's the continuation, plus a diffrent perspective taken on, too -Along with a different styled narration. For the sake of this character perspective.
Pay day.
Song used
"Armor" by Landon Austin
-Author's Cut: Discarded-
Mountains. That was all on the sight of Concord.
Mountains of wasted bodies, piled atop one another clearly stain the roads of Concord. Pipe guns, poorly constructed weapons and even severe limbs littered all over. And even laser rifles.
Dozens of raider and Brotherhood soldier in T-45 alike littered the roads, piled and yet, there was still more Brotherhood soldiers alive terrorizing the town of Concord...
The gunfire kept going like a bastard. No one was invulnerable, as it kept on. Almost like a wildfire, burning everything on its path... One over another, fires a gun onto the other. A balanced number of two opposing sides fighting. Yet, neither side wants to be on the losing...
The Brotherhood of Steel detachment sent forth by Elder Maxson had split into two groups. On the east were the group led by Paladin Danse, mostly on the front lines with the leaderless USAF ground forces trying to break into the center number of the other Brotherhood. On the south, mainly just outside Diamond City, was the group trying to defend led by Sentinel Casdin. A straightforward task to do. Yet, just a lazy excuse to be out of the front lines.
In nowhere near being pleased. Patriot kept distance fighting away from these two groups, but seeing that most USAF personnel were just clearly scattered all around trying to defend Concord, he was left no choice but to manage whatever personnel he came across. It was still better he took these men and women under his wing than let them off on their own mindlessly.
Cursing. He fired his Gatling laser. Patriot began commanding what groups out of USAF he got to secure perimeters, scout areas and even execute Brotherhood survivors. -Not intentional, but the fact that these other Brotherhood executed what came their way. It was only fair that they do the same. For better or worse.
"Charlies in bound!"
A yell came from one of the soldiers in T-51C. Patriot grumbled a curse, as the sight of another group came emerging cautiously while suppressing. Those obsolete Brotherhood.
Immediately, Patriot got out of cover and began suppressing back while giving a quick signal for the rest if the small group.
"Expand! Cover all sides!"
He commanded as he kept firing. Oh, these obsolete T-45s just never stopped coming...
Upon firing continually while ignoring the shots impacting his plates, the group was eventually surrounded and were gunned down on all sides with little to no mercy as ordered by the only AI present... Leaving Patriot to kill the last by gunning down the poor T-45 suited Brotherhood soldier.
It wasn't over...
Securing street after street, they eventually met up with Danse and his group, while taking fire from a Brotherhood vertibird.
"FIND ANOTHER WAY AROUND!"
Hearing what Danse shouted as he was taking cover behind one of the establishments, Patriot began to order his group to cover ground to surround the vertibird, but luckily, he was equipped with a Gatling laser as he began distracting it, and as he managed to distract it, the vertibird began taking hits from all sides as the rest immediately surround it and suppressed fire.
Signalling for Danse and his group to join the gunfire, all firepower combined managed to take the vertibird down, leading it crashing onto a nearby building.
"This isn't all of them..."
Turning his head to Danse who muttered, Patriot gave a single hardened reply.
"My men are on the north side. Clearing the rest of the Brotherhood was their assigned task. We will clear those that are here."
To see that Danse only giving a slow nod, Patriot figured the Paladin knew best not to object killing fellow Brotherhood. After all, these weren't clearly the type to likely listen to any sort of ceasefire. Perhaps, the Paladin knew better to see what was actually right after all...
As the rest of the soldiers began scrambling securing the area, it wasn't long until they were interrupted by another group.
This time, it was quite a number.
Everyone raised guns ready to exchange fire, but it didn't come to it as a single T-51b suited person casually came emerging from behind the group suited in T-45. A modified laser rifle on one hand.
"It's her..."
To hear Danse quietly say from beside, Patriot stared at the one on T-51b as it took a single step in front of the hostile group. Clearly being stared at him, the USAF behind him, and Maxson's own Brotherhood with Danse calmly standing next to him.
"You should've known better than tried to get back on your feet. I destroyed you once... I can destroy twice."
Coming a feminine voice from the T-51b helmet, Patriot began to growl. His metal hand, clenching tight...
"We all know how this will end if you get what you want. You will cleanse the wasteland, kill everyone else, and what? Rebuild the pre-war country? What if I say that were better off in this kind of society? This life, after all is more exciting. Thrilling. Then what else could the pre-war era could offer? Corruption? Greed? Destruction?"
Patriot didn't say anything. Rather, stepped in front, his Gatling laser ready to fire.
"Oh, I dare you. I've already been shot, hit, and yet, I'm still here. You can't kill me. If an alpha deathclaw can't, how would you?"
"Patriot, it's not worth it. Let her finish on what she has to say first."
Ignoring Danse Patriot was about to fire-
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
To see her other free hand simply motioning to T-45 soldiers now surrounding them, laser rifles pointed on everyone. Patriot growled as he turned his head back at the Wanderer. Oh, this young woman. So confident, thinking she can simply outmatch such an artificial intelligence? Such ego...
"Do you really think that you can make a difference? Look at you. You're all the same. No matter how hard your Colonel tries, you'll never be anywhere near being good-"
"She is not my Colonel. And you have no idea what we are capable of. What she may be capable of."
"Well guess what? I don't care. Because I'm about to end the Enclave here once and for all."
"Then leave everyone out of this. We will settle this between you and myself. I have sworn an oath to defend the Commonwealth Enclave, and it's values for the Commonwealth."
He heard the Wanderer laugh.
"Do you really think you can win? Against me you pile of metal?"
Patriot growled even more intimidatingly before dropping his Gatling laser on the ground.
"Patriot, this is not looking well, I suggest that we look for a more tactical solution to this-"
"Stay out of this, Paladin. This one is mine..."
Seeing the Wanderer stopped laughing, Patriot saw her remove her helmet, revealing a young looking woman with short wavy blonde hair. A very confident smirk was on her face.
"Sentinel, I don't think this would be such a good idea-"
"Leave this to me, Glade. Just like always. I always win."
Neither soul ever said a word. A long stare down between Patriot and this young woman was the only thing there was, and seeing the Wanderer dropping her modified laser rifle on the ground, Patriot growled.
"You will regret ever stepping in the Commonwealth Enclave's way."
"Say that to my face."
Patriot immediately charged at the Wanderer and threw a quick punch, however, the Wanderer immediately caught it with a block in perfect timing.
Kneeing her on the chest plate of her power armor, Patriot immediately lunged at the Wanderer only to give him a quick uppercut before on a swift kicking him on the helmet.
Being forced back, Patriot then immediately received punches and kicks more and more than he was finally forced in the ground.
As he continually received hard punches from the Wanderer while now being pinned on the ground, Patriot immediately saw the soldiers on his side. They were all chanting his name. Danse however was shouting for the Wanderer to stop threateningly but was ignored, and finally, the Wanderer. Finally, managing to destroy his left shoulder pad while continually punching him like a feral ghoul.
Except, he didn't felt any sort of pain. He was an artificial intelligence. Feeling no sort of pain is what he has that the Wanderer doesn't.
Suddenly... After a really hard punch onto his helmet, clearly smashing his left tint on the visor...
Patriot grabbed the Wanderer by the head before slamming it onto his chest plate twice. She wasn't expecting that, but Patriot didn't stop there, as he punched the young woman on the jaw before kicking her hard that she even stumbled back onto the ground with a loud thud.
"Nngh... You'll pay for that!"
With the Wanderer immediately getting back up and charging onto him, Patriot managed to grab her within his arms just in time before slamming her back down.
Full advantage doesn't really result into winning a fight. It depends on whoever really is the strongest.
Grabbing her by the neck before lifting her upwards, Patriot could visibly see the blood on her face, and the open wound on her forehead bleeding.
"I think it's best for you and your people to surrender, Wanderer. You are outmatched. The Commonwealth Enclave, USAF and Maxson's Brotherhood of Steel would clearly outnumber and dissolve your numbers."
Patriot said, rather threateningly, but to get spit on with blood by the Wanderer, he received a nasty reply.
"I will never surrender to the Enclave. Not especially after what you did killing my father!"
Patriot was suddenly forced to stumble back when a laser hit him from below his helmet.
Growling as he regain composure he saw the Wanderer holding a laser pistol and was pointed at him. Cheating little cunt...
"This isn't a fair fight-!"
"I have the most advantage here! So you will all surrender or go down with the Enclave!"
To see the Wanderer shouting angrily at Danse, Patriot began to growl even more and deeper before he finally charged onto the Wanderer, but to see her quicker than him, she immediately managed to fire even more shots from her laser pistol as he charged toward her.
He may not be fast enough, and she's fast, he'll give her that. But he was a heavy hitter. And nothing stops an unstoppable artificial intelligence to give a solid heavy hit on his target.
Patriot immediately lunged at the Wanderer despite the amount of hits sustained. His metal wrist swung onto the Wanderer before landing the elbow of his power armor frame on the top of her head, forcing her to drop her laser pistol.
He finally overpowered the Wanderer as he watched her fall onto her knees, blood dripping down her chin.
Immediately, all Brotherhood in T-45s began raising their laser rifles onto Patriot and began firing at him, but to see the USAF and the Brotherhood in T-60s firing back at them, giving him covering fire, Patriot immediately wrapped his arm onto the Wanderers' neck very tight and began dragging her away as hostage.
"LET! ME! GOOO!"
"Patriot incoming!"
Hearing Danse' shouting, Patriot noticed a Brotherhood vertibird nearing above and then began opening fire down at them.
With the Wanderer desperately trying to break free, Patriot was forced to let go of her as the vertibird and most of the Brotherhood soldiers on T-45 began shooting at him, forcing him to dive for cover inside a nearby establishment.
"Macy c'mon!"
To hear one if the Brotherhood soldiers named Glade shouting over to the far right, Patriot took out his plasma pistol. He was not going to let the Wanderer escape.
Stepping outside the establishment, despite the intense gunfire... There she was. The Wanderer. Running away and towards her soldiers slowly backing in retreat.
Four Enclave vertibirds suddenly came into view. Gunning down the poor Brotherhood vertibird. The sight of his soldiers helping what soldiers on his side fight didn't matter. The Wanderer was escaping.
Patriot began to sprint after the young woman. Ignoring all exchanged gunfire, yelling, and the crashing Brotherhood vertibird, he ran after the woman but... She was gone... He cursed loud. Only the remaining T-45 soldiers in retreat was in sight. She was fast indeed... But... A coward...
"Fall back! Fall back! To rendezvous point!"
Patriot suddenly turned his head over to the far right. One of her soldiers perhaps, will suffice...
Dashing towards the soldier he recognized as Glade, Patriot immediately landed a hard punch on the man's helmet before yanking his laser rifle away.
"You piece of-!"
*THWACK!*
As hard as he whipped his plasma pistol onto the soldier, Patriot lunged at him before slamming him onto a nearby wall.
"You-"
Patriot punched the soldier.
"You will never-"
Patriot slammed his head with a loud crack on the wall
"Win-"
Slamming Glade into the ground, Patriot stared down at the soldier. Despite loud gunfire and shouts all over, Patriot heard Glade coughing through his helmet.
"You can't win... You... Will always... Lose... Like those... Before you-"
*CRACK!*
*SQUASH!*
*SPURT!*
The body on the T-45 laid headless. Splattered all over the ground where Glades' blood, brain and skull along with the pieces of his T-45 helmet. Crushed but Patriot's solid foot plating, stairs in fresh coated blood...
"They're making an escape!"
"Don't let them get away!"
"For the Commonwealth!"
"Onward brothers!"
The sight. Sight of all soldiers chasing after the retreating enemies. Will it matter now on whether these soldiers came from? They were all fighting for the same thing. For the Commonwealth.
But Patriot didn't care anymore. Of what Glade said. He didn't care if the Enclave doesn't win on any big conflict.
It took him such a long time to realize... That keeping the Commonwealth safe, was what mattered. And that's what he was about to do... After he's dealt with the woman calling herself 'Colonel Amani'. The woman... Was more of a threat than the Wanderer...
"Patriot."
He heard Danse. To see the Paladin walking up to him with his Scribe Haylen, Patriot didn't say anything. He rather, clenched his fists. He was used to bloodshed. It was in fact, why he was developed by the pre-war Government. To fight communism. But... This was no longer communism he's fighting for the democratic country.. It was fighting for what was right, and for the Commonwealth. He wouldn't dare to try to convince... Amanda... That woman, to see what he sees now. So long as she is nowhere near the airbase, and the Castle. So long as she was nowhere near the Commonwealth... Everything shall remain stable at least...
"Patriot... Is there something wrong?"
Patriot knew what was left to do. It should've been Piper to pay for his... But, she's already risked much herself too. And he values her contribution still. And it wouldn't also be fair if he would not put his own function to good use... To real use.
Looking at Danse and Haylen, Patriot stared at the pair for a long moment. These people had risked their lives to fight for the Commonwealth, but it wouldn't be fair to risk them on what needed to be done either. What amount of blood that was shed today should be the end of it. And, perhaps, only one more shall fit the bill. He had already served his purpose for the Commonwealth. The Wanderer and her Brotherhood would soon be fleeing with the amount of furious soldiers soon to be storming their outpost on Jamaica Plains... They would no longer be a problem...
His job was done. But, not quite... Yet...
Stepping away, Patriot paid no attention to the voices from behind. Concern. His readings scanned concern. These were humans after all... They're capable of feeling emotions such as the concern, despite being part of the faction that the Enclave never really feels certain with...
He walked, and walked. Away from the battle field. Away from the joined forces chasing the enemies. Away from Concord.
Rather, critical than minimal, his own frame was the only thing that kept him secured despite its amount of damage. His Tesla modified X01 had already served its purpose to keep him housed and safe. Yet... One more mission needed to be accomplished...
Hour on walk... Sunset... The sun at the dead gray sky began to fall... He was still on the move. Should he at least said a word to Piper? Said regards? Though, he wasn't human. He was an artificial intelligence. What his programming etiquette was developed for was to serve America -other than that, was follow all high ranking military commanders. Amanda was the military commander, he would ever follow all the way to the end. And shall be the only one, he would deal with. It was a mistake, but he can't blame Piper, as she was human. A human capable of feeling an affectionate emotion towards his... Commander...
Vertibirds...
One? Three...
Four? Seven...
Ten... Thirteen...
But, there was more... Should it be a wonder? Such a thought... A thought about the former members reunited in the Commonwealth... Those former Enclave above ruling over the skies...
All over the setting sun at the darkening gray sky... Vertibirds paraded above... Coming from the Boston Airport...
Thirty meters away...
The main constructed walls were removed, rather intentionally.
Twenty meters away...
There were no personnel guarding outside on patrol.
Ten meters away...
Piper made a mistake. She was so wrong on trusting Amanda. Colonel Amanda. But in the end, she's corrected her mistakes. However she managed to. At least she's safe now. As well as the post nuclear family Commander Amani has formed at Sanctuary was safe now... Was he even part of that post nuclear family?
Five meters away...
Amanda. Amanda Amani. The human who brought him to life. The human who gave him freedom to fight. The human who was so capable of being more than being his... Commander... Is the same name of the woman who wanted him dead... For shame. Greed. Corruption. Or just typically Enclave?
The main entry was empty, set aside the abandoned jeeps.
Patriot walked around the entire large building. There came the sounds of vertibird rotors. Various of it...
At a long distance on a vast spacial area... There came the right of the signature power armors of the Enclave worn by dozens of armed personnel. Packing crates, and hauling containers on their vertibirds.
The Enclave... The last surviving remnants of the pre-war United States government. The ones that originally lived in the shadows, pulling strings as a new society was slowly rebuilt, and before the Institute even got the title as the 'Boogeyman'. The ones that hid on oil rigs from afar in the vast middle of the ocean. Flying on their vertibirds, abducting, experimenting on unfortunate souls. The ones that tried to wipe out all life on the wasteland of America. The ones that called themselves as the remaining 'Pure Americans' that wanted to rebuild this wasteland, shaping it back to the old United States.
Patriot loved the ideals of the pre-war country, as it was part of his programming to protect all American life. But... This was not the American life that he was developed and programmed to protect. This was, by far... The image of what he would most likely be bound to fight. These people are not here to rebuild America. These people are here... To control. To manipulate under their strings. To kill an already thriving new society. Perhaps to even start another Great War...
"You are here. I was hoping for the bounty that I organized..."
That voice... Amanda...
Turning around, Patriot saw the tall woman standing ten feet away from him, her hands behind above her waist. It is her. Amanda Amani. Colonel. Amanda Amani. Wearing that uniform, outdated but representing the signature officer formal attire, of the former Enclave under a black light body armor... Patriot was disgusted.
"You have surrendered yourself I see... Of what for?"
She was calm... He had never seen her like this, but that wasn't what he had always been against her... It was how she revived the original Enclave.
Patriot growled intimidatingly. His hands clearly clenching tightly into fists. This woman... This woman... Is trying to restart the Enclave that everyone feared and hated. But he will not let her. He will not let this... Woman... To ruin the Commonwealth Enclave by manipulating it under her control.
"They are safe now... You can never touch them... The Commonwealth is safe... And is better off without you."
There was short sinister laugh in response. Patriot only growled. He had already long noticed from before, and before even others could even suspect. As an artificial intelligence, he was smarter to know everyone after all.
"You... Will not control the Commonwealth..."
Patriot added with a deep growl. But, Amanda didn't faze. She was rather... Calm... The woman was calm, her face plastering a sudden wide sinister grin. Oh, how he had already long noticed before... He was right on his suspicion...
There, he heard dozens of plasma rifles began aiming at him. Patriot didn't care. He was not afraid to die. For the Commonwealth. For the Commonwealth Enclave. And for his... Commander...
The woman took a step forward. Her face somehow became unreadable. Oh, how she's clearly smarter than everyone else... She's clearly manipulated everyone alright. But he was just glad that he warned Piper in the beginning... Perhaps, the Lieutenant finally figured out what he really meant on the first place...
"You really managed to set me back. I didn't expect much... But I'm not surprised either."
"I don't care what you think, woman. But I won't let you harm the people of the Commonwealth, or manipulate the Commonwealth Enclave... If I have to kill you... I will put my life on the line to fully serve my purpose."
"Oh, Patriot... You truly are a patriot, are you? Are you that willing to die for me?"
Patriot's angered growl became loud and deep, as he took out his plasma pistol. His metal hand gripping tightly almost as if he was about to squeeze the hand grip broken.
"You've come a long way on your career than most should have. But in the end... You're just a basic AI with a name. A basic fodder. And the sad truth about it, is that you've never met the Enclave's true image in person. But... Now that you did... Your career ends here. Time to die. Mutie..."
Patriot slowly looked around. He was completely surrounded by plasma rifles. Each ready to fire at him. But he doesn't intend to make an exit. He intended it to be this way. Now that he's content everything the Commonwealth Enclave's stands for is secured. There's no need to back out now.
"I will only die... For my Commander... Synth."
On a split-second without any word further... Patriot immediately raised his plasma pistol-
*PZZZEEEW!*
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"Ngrh... Initiate... Protocol... 66... For the Commonwealth Enclave... For... Commander... Amanda Amani... Shutting downnnnzzzzz..."
On the next chapter, back to usual narration.
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