Taking Darkrai's advice from the last review. I figured maybe the chinese stole the research from California's Mariposa base but maybe their FEV sample came from somewhere else. Maybe somewhere in a place found in Fallout 76.

Anyway, before you guys read ahead. I want you all to know that this chapter was difficult to write. Mainly because I'm half asian and… Well you'll get the idea when you read. Go ahead and enjoy the chapter!

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Transgression of Innocence Pt. 1

March 16, 2077

Chinatown, Boston Massachusetts

George Liu

Civilian

America

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The heat was crawling over George Liu's skin and under his clothes was the first sense he could feel this morning. The sound of the radio, the smell of coffee were all seconds afterward for him. The heat from the apartment was as unbearable as their supervisor refusing to repair the air conditioner. When he woke up for the morning, his eyes still sealed shut, he had no intention of waking up now, and yet the aroma of brewing coffee called to him.

The nearby Radiation King radio was playing in the background of the room. All George could do was wait out the sleep in the eyes and listen to the radio newsman, "Good morning Boston, Chinatown. You're listening to NPR 90.9 FM" shortly after the introduction, a female news anchor repeated the same but in chinese, "Zǎoshang hǎo Boston, Chinatown. Nǐ zài tīng NPR 90.9 tiáopín."

"It's another beautiful day in the Boston territories. With the highest temp in the lower to mid fifties and strong winds expected from the west. As the day's roll on another reminder that curfew has been moved up to nineteen hundred hours. Earliest to bed is the earliest to rise. Now back to the music for our brave men in Alaska." The radio began playing 'From Sea to Shining Sea'.

George finally found the strength to pull himself off the couch he saw his fiance, Lori Yang, brewing the coffee he's smelling for them. Slocum Joe's coffee was always a great welcome.

Stretching out his morning fatigue and popping his joints from the ankles to his neck, he made his way over to the open window. Watering his little flower garden over the window, he saw a school bus with the name "Malden Elementary" pass around the corner. Watching the rest of the streets morning routines, George turned his attention over to the one woman in his life. The same lady wearing his grandmother's wedding ring given by her lover long ago. George's grandmother gave him the ring as her last gift before passing to be with his grandfather, and now George's lover wears it.

Still watching the coffee brew, Lori was caught by surprise with a pair of warm and safe hands wrapped around her waist. A slight jump yipped in her chest was quickly calmed in response. There was already a good amount of tension in her body over the last week, and his presence and touch let her breathe out everything. Her scent of lavender body wash still loomed in her dark majestic long hair from yesterday's shower. The scent gave George a sense of peace and life just like Lori.

"Have you heard from your family yet?" George asked.

"No… Nothing… It's been almost two months. I'm afraid she-"

"Shh." George kissed her cheek till her fears melted away in the red heat in her face, "Everything's going to be okay, sweetie. There's no army in the world or weapon that'll keep me from protecting you. And I'll always find my way to you." George took her hand in his. Both rings were matching and their moment couldn't feel more safe.

"I love you, George." Lori turned around and was about to give him a well deserved kiss.

Loud thumps of knocking pounded on their door. Causing the engaged couple to halt their kiss.

*George Liu… Is this apartment home to George Liu?" A stern voice is heard from the other side of the door.

George managed to give Lori a quick peck on her lips, "Hold that kiss for me, will ya?"

The knocking on the door happened again as George broke out of his lover's embrace to answer their visitors.

"I hear ya, I'm coming." George said while walking to the door.

A quick and sudden burst from the door opened and some debris smacked George in the face. Next thing he saw were three US Army soldiers armed and faces covered.

"Against the wall!" The first soldier shouted while pinning George as quickly as he could.

The second soldier to enter held his rifle to his head. The third and final grunt went to apprehend Lori to the ground. He wrapped her arm still and planted his knee down on her neck.

"Don't fucking tou-" George was silenced quickly when the soldier that had his gun aimed at him walked closer with the muzzle straight to his cheek.

The soldier in charge of this group had the rank and tag etched on his chest, Sergeant Vincent. He walked inside casually at the situation in his favor. Hands behind his back and a calm tone in his voice.

"George Liu… Lori Yang, why would you turn your backs on the country that raised you."

George struggled out of his restrained hold, but was quickly thwarted.

"What are you talking about?"

The sergeant walked over to Lori and kneeled over to see her face.

"Hmm, you look just like your sister… Figured I'd come here to tell you that Wan Yang has been killed under interrogation."

Lori was stunned by the sudden news. Her whole body went stiff and cold. Large bullets of tears was her only response to the news.

George resumed his struggling despite the gun in his face. Sergeant stood back up and went to face George.

"And you, George. Alaska has finally been saved, no thanks to you. You've refused the drafts during America's desperate time of need. In the end we've brought liberation to our borders. But you chose to side with our communist enemies, now you've forced our hand and you will answer for your crimes. TAKE THEM AWAY!"

While Lori was hauled on her feet, she was then cuffed and knocked out cold by the same soldier. George couldn't fight back. Not only was he still restrained, but the soldier with the rifle smacked him in the face with his stock.

George was dazed beyond his sense but he was still conscious. A moment later he saw himself being dragged through his apartment hall and thrown down the stairs. The tumbling down the stairs finally knocked him out cold.

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Next thing he saw with his face down on the cement sidewalk was his entire street filled with american soldiers hauling off chinese citizens at gunpoint.

"Eyes forward, stay in line. Keep moving!" Said the soldier pushing a few of the chinese civilians with his rifle held at the ready.

"Alright, bitch keep your mouth shut." Said another soldier nearby to Lori.

George felt his entire person being hauled up from the ground with two strong arms at his sides. At the corner of his eyes was Lori being taken further into the crowd. He quickly looked over to her with his senses crawling back.

"George, George I love-" She couldn't even finish that last sentence without feeling a rifle smacked from behind her.

"I said shut your mouth, commie, move up!"

"Lori!" George shouted as best he could with his consistent headaches.

"Don't take her from me, please!" George pleaded to the soldiers.

"Oh shut up you fucking commie lover and get on the bus!" One of the soldiers beside him spat.

The two pushed him over to the same school bus he saw earlier this morning.

Taking the first step inside, an MP in sturdy riot gear pulled George further inside the bus.

"I'll see to this thing." The MP said when pushing him to the back seats.

Second to last row of seats on the left side were open so he tossed George onto the seat, and cuffed him before taking his leave.

The other occupants alongside George are not so plentiful. At best there were five other cuffed male civilians of asian descent.

"Stay seated and keep quiet." The MP said before

This sight of Asian discrimination around George is the very incarnate of oppression at America's finest example of a state of paranoia and fear.

Turning away from the cold, rustic interior of his mobile prison what he saw outside his window was no better. Not by a longshot.

"C'mon, I haven't done anything!" A boy in his late teens groaned in his state of fear. Another MP started to cuff him, but he resisted. Another soldier smacked him in the stomach with his rifle and rebound with another hit to the back of his head. Lying on the ground for a moment another soldier approached from behind and hung a sack over his entire head. He hauled him to his knees. A row of other civilians all with sacks over their heads. Assuming they're asians as well the first soldier resumed cuffing him.

The bus started moving and he along with the other civilians and soldiers were moving along the street. The scene before him started moving along with the bus. The sack prisoners were left back at the streets in front of the apartment. Next thing he saw were two MP's beating down another civilian on the ground.

"Fuck this." George whispered.

Passing next are a couple of trucks loaded with more asian prisoners. All cramped and aimed down with automatic guns from the US army. He could see a woman crying loudly trying to suppress her sobs.

Leaving the trucks he noticed an alley with a little girl peeking out from in a dumpster. A few german shepherds found the kid and were brought out by their owners from the Army.

Moving over to the first block, George could hear what's about to happen.

"Please, sweetie, don't look. Just turn around and close your ears. Please!" A woman begged not to the two T-51 power armored soldiers but to her little boy behind the big armored soldiers.

"It's okay, Bao, it'll be over soon. Just-" the father couldn't finish his final words to his son being shot dead on the spot.

Kid saw the whole thing and ran over to them crying loud. The two power armored beasts turned their backs on the now orphaned kid and dead parents and resumed their routine. George looked away and held back his own tears. All the confusion, all the turmoil, all the pain and suffering. All in one morning, it was completely horrible.

Then another sound of gunfire sprung up and he couldn't see who or where it came from with the bus moving along. Only evidence on what it was for was when one of those power armored freaks spoke to the other.

"One less commie to worry about in the future."

George finally unleashed his tears and silently cried it out, bit by bit through the course of the trip. They shot a kid with no shame or pity

"Hello there, Lieutenant." The bus driver spoke.

The time flew by so quickly he didn't even notice they were already at the edge of the city of Boston. George looked up at the front and saw the Lieutenant. A man with his AER-9 slung over his arms and his average casual kempt hair. The tag on his chest carried the name, Nate.

"Corporal, where're you headin?"

"This batch here is heading for Little Yangtze."

"Not anymore, son. Just received that Little Yangtze has been fully booked, and that's just for the next plane. Your new orders are to take these people to Bradley International, Connecticut. From there they'll be taken to Turtledove Detention camp in Washington DC."

"Thank you Lieutenant. So how's the missus doing?"

"She's fine, my kid's almost a month old."

"That's good news, sir. Pretty soon your kids are gonna grow up without these commie sons of bitches."

"Watch your mouth there, son." Nate spat back to the corporal.

George looked back over at the lieutenant. For a moment he felt a sense of relief to his words.

"They may be of asian heritage, but they're still red blooded Americans. And if you're calling any of our americans communists. I might have you brought up on charges. Besides you really wanna kiss your girl with that mouth? Now get going."

The corporal remained silent in defeat and resumed his drive down south.

George looked over at lieutenant Nate as they drove off. Nate caught George's attention on the bus too. For once, George saw sympathy in and helpless sorrow in Nate's eyes. Several miles away from Boston, the bus moved onward to Connecticut, and was shown passing a group of regular caucasian locals firing down on a group of their asian neighbors. Like prisoners to a firing squad.

"Please be safe, Lori. I'll find you no matter how long it takes. I promise."

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After a few hours on the road, George remained in a catatonic state. Just nearing the southern border of Massachusetts the bus took an unexpected stop to an unexpected wreck up ahead.

"What the hell!" The soldiers spat in complete irritation.

"I'm so sorry guys, we're trying our best to get all this out of the way. Just give us a few minutes." The man ahead said out loud so they could hear him.

George broke out of his state to see a sliver of reflected light besides the road.

Looking back at the two soldiers, one of them stepped out to observe for a closer inspection. Then in a blink of an eye, the soldier had a knife over his throat and choked to death on his own blood. A suppressed sniper then took out the second.

Eventually the prisoners' own guardian angels phased into physical view at the helm of the bus.

"Dragoon soldiers." One of the other civilians said.

"Xièxiè, xièxiè!" Another one bowed to eventual tears.

They uncuffed the men and the one in civilian clothes turned out to be another dragoon without his stealth suit.

"Since we saved you five, you now owe us. So here's our proposal for all of you. You all are hereby enlisted in the Shen Lung Trooper Program."

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Transgression of Innocence Pt. 2

November 1st, 2287

Malden Elementary, Boston Massachusetts

George Liu

Shen Lung Trooper

Shadow Blade Clan

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It's been 210 years and the source of FEV from Huntersville Appalachia prolonged George's life to meet these three unconscious Brotherhood members. A sudden pain jolted from his hand from that one soldier who got him. It pissed him off they had to let the last two go, but he knows they'll catch up, eventually.

And the Shen Lung super mutants will be ready for the last two stragglers.

Walking over to his pip pad on the counter, he plugged in his holotape journal to remind himself of his goal. Scrolling through two centuries worth of journal entries, a photo of himself popped over. A time when he was human. His bedraggled dark hair and dark eyes. His entire existence wrapped around who he dedicated his entire life for. The only woman that mattered to him, Lori Yang.

And after all these years, she was never found.

"Pay back time, America! This is for you Lori."

He traced a finger over her light and innocent face of the photo.

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I admit, another reason this chapter was hard to write was to find material references on this kind of stuff. I looked at other military video games primarily the first Homefront game. Gameplay wise, that game was rather dull. The plot and setting on the other hand made up for the Call of Duty like gameplay mechanics. Speaking of which I went to find a few extra details from the First Modern Warfare Call of Duty from the scene where President Al-Fulani was taken to his execution. Aside from other Videogames I went and looked at other Fallout stories, like the baseball fanboy, Kim. The information and story given by the one and only talented cigar smoker, Oxhorn. Then there's the woman, Wan Yang as mentioned in Fallout 3's Point Lookout DLC campaign. There were a lot of plot holes around these stories where I could fill with my own ideas.

Then I had to dig up a few pieces in my old Highschool Literature selection. Elie Wiesel's novel "Night" and the Diary of Anne Frank for a few background ideas. Both books are real good I highly recommend them.

Here's to Creativity!