P.O.V. Lieutenant Richard Nox

"Alright boys lock-in load, we're going in hot," Bradford, the pilot of Demon 1, one of the eight vertibirds assigned to the Black Devils shouted over comms. The vertibird speakers started blaring a pre-war song that had developed special importance to the Enclave Remnants. And the lyrics were really damn good. "Americaaaaaa, Americaaaaaaaaaa, MERICA Fuck Yeah! Coming again to save the mother fucking day yeah!" the speakers went. "Alright boys let's send these bastards back to hell," Nox shouted as he leaped out of the Vertibird, his assault pattern power armor making any fears of injury from the fall none existent. "…now you have to answer to MERICA Fuck Yeah, so….." the song was censored by the sound of vertibird mounted miniguns opening up, filling the skies with hot lead death.

He switched his suit's squad comms on and the song blasted into his ears, "Johnson, turn that off! Or for pities sake at least keep at the squad level!" he shouted. The music returned to only being an ambient noise from the gunships. "Alright boys," he shouted, referring to the other four suits of assault pattern armor that were on the ground with him, "Let's fuck'em up," Not exactly regulation speech, but when your organization is only about five hundred strong and relying heavily on a civilian population for the three Bs regulations weren't the biggest concern. At, least not for the Black Devils.

Bullets from the raider positions plinked off his armor. The highest caliber guns were dealing out 5.56 and there weren't many of those, even fewer after his weapon barked. The full-auto plasma gun tore threw the raiders. The little recoil the weapon gave was immediately countered by his suit, making every shot hit his target. "It's the dream that we all share, the hope for tomorrow. Fuck Yeah," the speakers on all eight vertibirds blared, their guns not interrupting as the gunners let them cool. Another thing that pre-Ravenrock commanders would frown at.

A missile shot out from the raider compound and at one of the vertibirds. Its anti-missile flares shot out and drew the missile away from the craft. That meant they were tracking capable, meaning that at least some of the raiders had prewar military-grade weapons. "Alright, birds offload the rest of the platoon and give me one more pass then break away. Don't want to test any more luck," The pilots all affirmed. They were all soldiers and all knew that they might need to give their lives one day. But today was not that day. Today was not one of the great battles to rebuild America. It was eradicating out the vermin. It was cleaning the gutters. It was pest control.

More raiders streamed out of the fortifications. They were clearly drugged up, the incoherent screaming, their spasming bodies, and their increased stupidity. One idiot even attempted to charge a squad of power-armored infantry with a fucking tire iron. He wasn't worth the plasma that goofied him. It was clear the raiders had no grasp on reality, they kept calling out strange cries like "Do you like the sight of your own blood!" or "I like it when they fight,". No rational person would be crying such things when facing down an Enclave strike force.

A squad of Enclave troopers in recon power armor came running to his side, one of them sporting a missile launcher. "Break that palisade!" he shouted over external speakers. The trooper nodded. He lined up the launcher on his shoulder and fired. The missile shot forward and exploded against the scrappy palisade erected by the raiders. Metal, wood, and bodies flew from the impact.

"Push forward!" Nox shouted over external speakers, "Keep up the pressure!" The explosion seemed to sober up several of the raiders and they tried to retreat. Tried being the keyword. No quarter. No mercy. The retreating raiders felt las rounds and plasma bolts against their backs. Keyes charged forward in her suit of X-01 assault pattern power armor. Rounds struck the front of her armor but did nothing. A raider had stumbled and slid down the hill towards her. She didn't seem to notice or care about him, just crushed his spine as she ran. He thrashed for a little bit but went still.

More Enclave units streamed into the gap of the wall, butchering any raiders that got to close. In the base of the cliff was the prewar military facility that had allowed this raider gang to grow to this level of threat. Missiles, laser weapons, combat armor, gatling lasers, and much more. They had started raiding the surrounding area for the past two weeks, pillaging farms and taking caravans. Now, it was time for the Enclave's Devils to step in and dispense justice on these bastards.

Author's Note -

Shorter Chapter today, mostly because most of my writing this week has been on other projects. Next week should be longer. Also, like this, it will contain some large scale firefights because I feel those have been lacking. Thanks for reading and please review.