AN: I want to update weekly but I have to put time into editing the documents, Espeshaly considering that I have dyslexia.
I do not own fallout
Former NCRF Correctional facility, now Desert ranger headquarters
Ranger Randall Steven was not in the mood to deal with this shit. First a group a fiend killed one of his rangers. Then he got a radio message saying that his men in the big empty were going to have to stay for a few more days. And now the arms merchant was demanding double the price that he initially asked for.
"You said fifty thousand caps, no more, no less," Said the ranger to the gunrunner representative.
"Well things have changed," said the arms merchant.
"How, has the NCR stopped buying your weapons and you need more caps," Said the ranger.
The merchant started to look nevus for a second but quickly regained his composure.
"President Draigo ordered a embargo on both the desert rangers, and the brotherhood, I would be hung if I was caught selling to you" Said the merchant
"Damn!" said Randal and he slammed his fist into the wall. The President was a fool if he thought that that an embargo would stop them from fighting, all that it did was give the brotherhood the upper hand. The young president was not what Randal would call "presidential" the man was more of a drunk than anything else and his policies were brutal and short sighted. He may have been an excellent fighter, commander, and Courier. But to say that he knew what it took to run a country would be pushing it. Randal had only met him once, shortly after the NCR, Desert Ranger dissolution treaty the president had walked up to NCRCF and demanded that he talk to Stevens. He had then Asked the desert rangers to join with him as branch of the MNA(Mojave Nation Army). Stevens refused and Draigo had left with only one warning, if they crossed him then he would have the boomers fly there bomber over the old prison and turn it into a freshwater reservoir for Good Springs.
"Seventy thousand and you have a deal" Said Randal to the Arms merchant.
"Better than nothing" Grumbled the man before he turned around to his bodyguards and began ordering them to unload the bramon carts.
There were several .305 caliber and 5mm automatic rifles as well as enuf AP ammo to kill an army of Deathclaws. He had also ordered 16 Anti material rifles with full complements of normal, AP, and explosive .50 cal ammo. But the most important part of the purchase was the four crates of 12 gauge puce slugs, puce mines and pulse grenades. One slug could short circuit a Paladin's armor and kill the man in side of it.
"Well it was good meeting with you, now if you do not mind handing over my caps, I have to go, for the sake of my neck" Said the merchant.
"Here you go" said Randal handing him over seventy thousand in NCR bills.
"What the fuck is this!" Yield the Gun Merchant.
"Your payout," said Randall calmly
"I said fucking caps!, In case you have not notest this is not NCR territory any more, you're…." The merchant was interrupted by Randall putting a ranger Sequoia to his head. The gunrunner guards drew their guns and aimed them at the veteran ranger. Suddenly several rangers in full combat amrer and head mask came out from behind cover and aimed their rifles at the guards.
"How long were they there?" asked the merchant before the gun was pushed into his face.
"Listen here you fucking coward, I say you are getting paid in in NCR dollars, and unless you want to be paid in bullets I suggest you and your men run to California and spend your hard earned cash." Growled Randall.
"Fuck this" growled the merchant before pocketing the bills. "Stand down men" He said, gesturing to the guards.
"Now get the fuck out," Said Randall, gesturing with his revolver.
"no one crosses the gun runners and gets away with it" said The merchant as he left.
"We should have killed them," Said one of the rangers after the merchant left.
The ranger was his second in command, a ghoul named Jane Davidson she was one of the most experienced rangers alive. She was a Chinese assassin in the great war who was stranded in america when the booms hit. After she ghoulified she changed her name to sound more American and over time she lost her accent and with her rotten face no one could tell that she was a Chinese person. She had joined the desert rangers almost as soon as they were founded and has been part of them for over 150 years.
"Were still the good guys hear," Said Randall.
"Ya well, that is gone to bite us in the ass" Said Jane, shouldering her rifle.
"What are they going to do, the gun runners will keep dealing with us and it is not like there going to go to Drago after that embargo" Said Randall.
"Whatever" said the ghoul "speaking of the president I heard that he is planning on annexing Jamestown."
"The mutant city, why does he want them?" Asked Randall.
"Think about it," Said Jane.
"All they do is sit there and farm, what could they do for him" Said Randall.
"What in the waste is stronger than a paladin in power armor" Said Jane.
"So the bastard is moving against the brotherhood" said Randall.
"I say preparing," said Jane "speaking of which what is our next move."
"We set up defenses in our outpost and work on gaining the trust off the locals," said James, "go set the people up with the weapons, I'll head to prim and see if they will let us make an outpost there."
Jain bit her lip and said "that is pretty close to hidden valley," she said. "you will be at risk there."
"all the more reason for me to go," he said.
"When are you leaving," she asked.
"tonight, to avoid brotherhood patrols," said the Ranger.
"Get some sleep then" Said Jane.
"are you sure?" Asked Randall
"I'm over 200 years old, I can handle a few greenhorns" Said the female ghoul.
"Good to know" Said Randall as he walked to the barracks.
Hidden valley
Head paladin Edgar Harden revised the plan of attack for the sixteenth time, knights would used silenced weapons and recon suits to deactivate any mines or explosives that may have been planted by the rangers. Then Paladins would use rocket launchers to take out any snipers on the towers. Finally paladins welding plasma casters and Gatling lasers would kill everything that moves whale paladins on the ridge would cover them from a distance with gaseous guns. He had planned out every movement, every shot, every death. But the elder still would not approve the plan.
His door opened and a man in a green robe walked in.
"Elder" Said Hardin "What brings you hear."
"the Head scribe told me an interesting story about a knight who was injured in freeside when investigating the cerulean robotics factory," Said the elder "he went to the followers for medical treatment but when they learned he was brotherhood they turned him down."
"So, we haven't always had the best relationship with the followers, they are just outsiders." Said Hardin
"The issue is that that contradicts everything that we know about the followers, they are well known for giving help to anyone in need" Said McNamara.
"And why are you taking this this to me?" Asked Hardin.
"I sent a scribe to look into this and they found something quite interesting," Said McNamara.
"And what would that be elder."
"Apparently a field hospital that belonged to the followers was massacred by people welding energy weapons and wearing power armor," Said the Elder.
"And you think that I ordered this," Said Hardin
"let me assure you I had nothing to do with this..."
"I don't give a shit about what you did," said McNamara. "All that I care about is making sure that it never happens again."
"And why is that." Asked Hardin.
"we can't afford to risk the outsiders resenting us any more than they already do, If we are going to survive in the Mojave we need the government to support us," Said the Elder.
"Why?" Asked Hardin, "when have we ever needed them."
"I know that you think that all of our problems can be solved by lasers and plasma but that thinking can only get us killed now." Said McNamara, he picked up the battle plans and looked them over.
"We will survive, that is what the brotherhood did for two hundred of years, and we will do it for another two hundred" Said Hardin.
"No no we won't!" Yield McNamara, he sighed before continuing "I am going to New Vegas to talk with Draigo about organizing a peace treaty with the Rangers."
"Why come to me with this, do you expect me to support you shiting on the codex like this!" Said Hardin standing up."You and I both know what he will want, we can't risk these weapons getting into the wrong hands!"
Hardin thought about the many arms merchants coming into the country and selling energy weapons from California. There was a huge demand for weapons from the MNA and Hardin could only imagine what they would do with such weapons. If it were not for the Brotherhood intercepting the merchants god knows what sort of equipment they would have on them by now, and what they would do with them.
"I don't like it any more than you do," said McNamara "but if we plan to survive we have to make compromises."
"Lision, Edgar I trust you to do what is right for the Brotherhood, so I trust that whale I am gone you will hold down the fort until I return."
Hardin waited for a moment before saying. "I will send a paladin escort detail to make sure you get to make sure you get to the city safely".
"No, I need to keep a low profile, at least for now." Said McNamara, "I will be leaving tomorrow disguised as a mercenary."
"I don't like it," Said Hardin. "What if the Rangers kill or kidnap you."
"That is exactly why I need to be incognito" Said the elder, "And I need you here to make sure that nothing happens to jeopardize the negotiations." The elder then sat up and began walking out of the room.
"Good luck Elder" Said Hardin.
"And good luck to you, Brother." And with that the elder left the office.
Hardin put his head in his hands and considered the conversation. If he went thru with the negotiations. Then years of careful work and patience were for nothing. He also doubted that he could talk the elder out of this. He had ran the problems over and over in his head and every time he had the same result, If the elder reached New Vegas then over 200 years of fighting to keep these weapons out of the wrong hands would be in vain. He had one option left, but he didn't like it at all.
Hardin turned to the wall and opened a small compartment revealing a radio. Ever since the mutants left black mountain the brotherhood had taken control of it, and by combining it with their pre war tech and knowledge they had a signal that covered the entirety of the Mojave. It was incredibly useful for sending messages to the many new brotherhood outpost in the Mojave since the lock down was lifted. He booted up the small wall mounted PC nexted to the Radio and selected the Free-side outpost. Hidden in the basement of a ruin he doubted that he would be able to talk with them but for now all he needed to do was type a message into the PC and it would be translated into a form of morse code that the brotherhood had invented years ago, the only difference from traditional mores code was that instead of two different characters there were fore. The message would then be sent to the outpost where they would read it and prepare to carry out their orders.
"HPEH TO BoS OP A OLD MAN WILL COME THEW FS TO NV DRESSED AS A BH HE WILL BE ARMED WITH ENERGY PISTOL REPORT BACK WHEN HE IS KA"
The message was brief but it got the point across well enuf.
'I'm sorry brother' thought Hardin as he logged of the PC and put it back in the wall.
MNA headquarters, Fort McKarin, private training room.
Draigo lunged at the straw dummy with his machete gladius stabbing it threw its torso.
Cass was the only person he new that he could fuck until he was asleep. but considering that he was it was still only 10 in the morning when Cass came over he didn't stay passed out for long.
Draigo ripped the blade out and slashed through its throat.
Apparently she was an even lighter sleeper because she was long gone by the time he woke up.
With all his strength he stabbed the Manikin in the neck and with a twist of his blade he separated the head from the body of the manikin.
The bitch left without even a note, she just ran. just like how she runs from all her other problem.
He raised his machete and started hacking at the headless training dummy, tearing it apart.
"I think that you killed it." Said a voice at the doorway.
Drago spun around pointing his sword in the direction of the voice before he saw who it was a he put the gladius away.
"Don't startal me like that Johnson." Said Draigo.
"just checking in to let you know how the power armor training is gone," Said cannibal Johnson.
"And how is it?" Said Draigo. After the battle of hoover dam the enclave remnants began working with the MNA to teach them how to use power armor and fly virdaberds. So far teaching people to use power armor was easy, teaching them to be effective with it is hard
"Well we got to the point where they can shoot without almost killing themselves, so pretty good considering." Said Johnson.
"Considering what," Draigo.
"Now i'm no engineer but I know that we are dealing with over two hundred year old machinery, and like all machinery it breaks down"
"So the the power armor is broken," Said Draigo taking a drink from a bottle of water.
"I wouldn't say brocan, more like damaged, point is that without some proper tools we can't have them running at 100 percent" Said Johnson
"Do you think that we can build new armor with these tools?" Asced Draigo.
"Probably, you would have to ask doc Henry," Said Johnson leaning on the door.
The young President picked up his compact .45 pistol and started disassembling it before saying. "I already sent Veronica to the the big empty to find anything that they may done with power armor, hopefully they found something you people can use to fix the armor, but in the meantime do you think that the power amer operators are ready for a combat mission?"
"depends on what you plan of fighting," Said Johnson.
"Nightkin," Said Draigo cleaning the barrel of the gun.
"Probably, provided that they don't have any pulse weapons we should be fine," Said Johnson.
"good, get the operators on the birds in an hower," said Draigo sliding his gun back together.
"Were are we jonge" asked Johnson.
"There is a nest of crazed Nightkin in a cave near Jacups town. I've been talking with their leader Marcus and he needs them gone, so we are going to take them out and intern Jacups town becomes part of the Mojave Nation." Said Draigo.
"All right, I'll get the people up to the birds," Said Johnson. The old solder left the room but before he closed the door he Said "I know what it's like to lose yourself to war. Take it from a old solder, you the worst is over and its time for peace. don't forget that." And with that he left.
Draigo stood up and went to the armor locker and put on his elite riot gear. He was better of without Cass, all that she would do is get in the way. It would be hard but he would take it one day at a time. And when she returned he would not need her any more. And with that he walked out to the Vertibird, and to war.