A Simple Tool
The Legion burned the Nursery to the ground. All of it. All of the trees, all of the bushes, all of the crops and flowers and vines. They smashed open the greenhouses. They slaughtered the animals, they butchered the very last non-mutated cow in the American wasteland. They collapsed the repository, assuring that non-mutated cow would never be born again. In the factory they smashed GECK after GECK after GECK. When they lit the napalm that reduced it all to cinders a shrill metallic screech exploded from the control tower, a noise so loud and steady it sounded like a siren but was actually the shrill and bitter wail of the Goddess Diana.
Flames licked the tower. Flames licked the walls of the valley. Flames licked the face of the Flag-Bearer, who watched it all and did nothing. He led the Legionaries to the Nursery then watched unmovingly as they destroyed every piece of it.
Mortuus Anima, the Dead Soul, led the charge into the control tower. They pried the doors open and smashed the security robots waiting inside. They tore down monitors and pried open computer banks, but it did nothing to quell the screaming of the Goddess. As they made their way deeper into the tower they could discern the words she was screamed at them.
"FOULWASTEDMISERABLEGRATINGWH ORECHILDRENSPOILINGTHETREASU RESOFTHEWASTEYOUWILLNEVERKNO WTHEDEPTHSOFYOURDISGUSTINGWR ETCHEDPUTREDMISERABLEDISGUST INGDISEASEDTORTURESYOUIGNORA NTSIMPLEWASTEDSLIME," it pierced their ears and made them wince. The entire seemed to shake wrathfully so brutal and unrelenting was her metallic cry. Yet still they continued further into the central chamber of the control tower until they were at the door leading to Diana's ZAX mainframe.
When they pried the door open half the men retreated in fear, as it appeared an Alpha Deathclaw was waiting for them on the other side. Mortuus Anima gripped his fire ax and defiantly strode through the Deathclaw, into a room full of unimaginable horrors. The central room of the control tower mirrored the chaos and horror outside, with bright black flames as tall as Mortuus and the burned and dismembered corpses of countless animals wailing and clawing at him but it was all illusions, projections that Mortuus ignored as he carefully and deliberately strode towards the ZAX mainframe disguised as a forty-foot-tall woman bathed in golden light, her face contorted in pain and wrath as she screamed.
"FOULVILEPUSTULOUSBILESUCKING SCUMYOUWILLDIEALONEANDUNLOVE DBROKENANDBEATENANDSTARVEDBY YOUROWNHANDSFORGOTTENANDALON EANDDESPISEDBYYOURLOVERSANDO FFSPRING," the woman screeched at him as he walked step-by-step, sweat running down his face towards her.
He knew she couldn't hear him, yet as he raised his ax he spoke, "A simple tool," he sneered and then brought the axe down upon the illusory Goddess' ankle, directly into the ZAX's monitor bank.
"A SIMPLE TOOL," he screamed as the illusions flickered in and out, as the Goddess stopped screaming and tried to swat him aside with her hand but the hand just passed through him, "A SIMPLE TOOL!" he screamed as tears welled in his eyes and he brought the ax down again and again, "A. SIMPLE. TOOL."
The illusions flickered away, the Goddess's plaintive cries to stop cut in and out with each blow of the ax. Sparks flew from the ZAX mainframe as the circuitry was bashed to pieces. Just before the final blow, as the Goddess Diana flickered in and out one final time, Mortuus muttered, "A simple tool can bring down a God."
He delivered the killing blow to the mangled machinery, threw his ax to the ground, and walked away in disgust. The Twin Mothers surrendered the next day.