Chapter 8 The Mojave's' last stand.
Hi guys and girls of Fanfiction, how are things. I'm fine if you were curious. I really would like to get more reviews from you guys so if you could get on that that'd be phenomenal. Something I'd like to address in this chapter is the amazing amount of readers this story has had… on one day this story had 91 readers… that's a lot, that's more than my first four chapters put together I think. So thank you readers, this will be, I think the most important chapter in this story, we will experience loss and death, this will be a difficult chapter for me to write, Athena knows.
Just randomly if you hadn't guessed by now the Mojave army has 3 basic units of military; the riflemen, the closed quarters combatants and the heavy weapons men which does include snipers.
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A cold night fell upon the Mojave wasteland, gunshots fire in the inky darkness echoing in the hills. Boone is standing over a dead Cazadore that has a Machete Gladius sticking out of its brain. A Mojave soldier comes up behind him and rips the wings off the beastie and puts it in his mouth he then rips a bit off and hands it to the Vice president.
"Staves off the hunger, ya know." The soldier says. Boone grabs the wing and pops it in his mouth getting a strange taste of leather, mango and slightly bity.
"What's the situation?" Boone asks as the two of them move into a cleared area looking down into New Vegas, glittering with bright lights and smoke drifting up into the cool night sky.
"Vegas was pounded by 50 bombers most of em hit at McCarran or in Freeside, but we've reported that 15 bombs hit inside the strip. Reports from our men up at the peaks say that smoke is billowing from the NCR embassy and the Monorail station." The soldier says as the two walk up to a tent line with a camo-screen net above it. Spread across the hillside were 100 Mojave snipers 50 NCR Rangers and another 100 Militia men and women that came in from Jamestown, Cass was with them. Boone walks into the radio tent and sits down next to a resting Cass. He strokes her head and hands feeling her tough, smooth skin. A map of the Mojave was placed up on the far wall indicating that the Brigade has fallen back; the Boomers were reeling from a massive air battle with half of their forces dead or wounded. No word was coming in from Hoover and the Mojave Outpost has seen massive fighting causalities range from 3,000- 6000 NCR troopers lost, the brigade had sent over a massive tank battalion.
"Boone, an enemy plane is circling Vegas." A soldier says holding the tent flap open. Boone walks out and sees a Hurricane that has a white Banner on it. On the banner it says 'Surrender now, this is your last chance!' Boone scoffs a laugh. "Sir?" The soldier says inquisitively, cocking his head slightly.
"They're afraid," Boone says with a grin. "They are more powerful, right?" the soldier nods "So why would they offer us sanctuary if they could just kill us all? They're afraid, they probably didn't realize that we'd put up such a good fight, and if I know Agvir surrender isn't an option."
Novac has been lit up by vehicles, fires and spotlights. Men dressed in gray military garb rush around the town transporting ammo crates, guns and tank rounds. A man, freshly shaven, wearing a heavy looking military suit, which was gleaming with medals, comes out of a room from the motel. A brigadier captain comes up to him with a chart. "Status report." The general says in an oily voice.
"General Hupham, we sent a Hurricane up and got no response." The soldier says
"Damn, get columns moving in at cavalry formation set and ready to roll out. Get an assault team behind them, sappers up front" Hupham stops and tilts his ear to the air. A low whirring noise is heard in the air. "Those fuckers!" he says as a massive artillery barrage hits the tank columns blasting them to bits. The general recovered from the shelling slightly charred but unscathed either way. He struggles up comically, his feet slipping in the loose dirt. Shrapnel screams past in the air. Hupham is helped up by two or three brigadiers. They march away into the commander's tent.
Agvir is sitting on the hood of a burned out car in front of the Tops casino he has his gun slung over his shoulder , his troops are milling about on the road waiting, putting their hands over a fire barrel or drinking and eating. Agvir holds up a radio.
"Big poppa this is Echo one Bravo, shot on target had great effect, repeat great effect, over." The radio squawked to life with Pearls voice coming out of it.
"10-4 Echo one Bravo, have a nice one and stay safe, over." Agvir chirps into the radio.
A soldier comes up to Agvir and sets a tin of hardtack and Corn on the hood; he then mashes it together with a spoon and gives it to the young president. Agvir takes some into his dirty fingers and starts chowing down. A sergeant comes up with a bottle of whiskey and hands it over to him.
"This isn't going to end well for us, is it, Sir?" he asks the Commander. Agvir takes a long swig and puts the cap back on.
"It's not going to be good. I'll give you that." Agvir says taking another drink. "The problem isn't having enough troops to take em down. We have enough troops; obviously the problem is holding ground long enough for them to set up and get prepared" he taps the ground with his boot "which is why we're here." Agvir gives the warm bottle back to his sergeant.
"I wish it didn't have to end this way you know…" The sergeant says. Agvir raises his brows. "If I had the choice I would be in Jamestown right now, caring for my daughter and son. But the Mojave had called and here I am. That's why most of us are here ya know, for our families not for you." Agvir chuckles
"Yeah I realize this and I hope you can get back to your family. I can't assure that bu-" A whistle is blown from above in the rooftops. "Everyone stations now!GO, GO, GO!" The troops on the ground dash to their positions setting up Mgs on the road and in windows. Agvir sprints into the Tops and runs to an F.O.B. set just above the wall along the side of the building.
"What've we got?" Agvir breathes heavily.
"Looks like 50 men coming in from I-15, sir." The lookout said. "It's too dark for us to make them what do you want us to do, sir"
"Hold fire, somebody get me some binoculars!" He shouts behind him. Soon a soldier comes up with the black magnifiers, he puts them to his eyes and looks towards the incoming targets.
Agvir examines his targets, looking for anything familiar, and the group of men closing 100 yards to the wall they were moving hunched. The troops sprinted for the wall diving into the dirt and rolling their bodies into a position where they could see in 3600 all around them, that was the ticket, Mojave soldiers were specifically trained to move and behave in this way.
"Friendlies!" Agvir shouts "Open the gates!" the order was shouted across the strip and through Freeside, where the gates opened up. The troops march into Freeside slowly and methodically their bodies aching with overuse blood and sweat course through their skin and onto their clothing. Agvir walks down to the gate to see the 50 troops saluting him. "Commander step forward and identify yourself!" Agvir shouts with a military aura. A small man with a hunting rifle stepped forward, his Mojave uniform was charred with soot and ash he also had a bullet wound in his left shoulder.
"Commandant of Novac and Temp Commander of Black Mountain Defensive stronghold; Michael Michaels, SIR!" He shouted the last word with volume only stress could bring out. Agvir sighed with relief.
"At ease soldiers!" Agvir walk up to Michaels and pulls out a Stimpack and plunges it into his arm, looking at the wound Agvir cleans the area and watch the chemicals rebuild the veins and stretch the skin across the wound and sticks together. Agvir motions for Cmdr. Michaels to walk with him, he moves in front of the reinforcements and I his best orderly voice says. "I want everyone to listen up now, I need the riflemen to station themselves in a vantage point don't clump together or it's a bigger target; fire at officers, soldiers gunners I dot give a rats furry ass just make it count right, no frivolous gunfire. C.Q.C. members attach yourself to a gun nest and act as a runner if they need you if not attach yourself to a rifle or sniper squad and heavy weapons men. Move now and don't clump up too much." Agvir says and the man move off following orders to the T. Agvir quickly tallies up the troops and squads
"Michaels, you're missing a couple of squads…" He says with slight anger. "Did they desert?"
"Oh no, before we left Novac I set Sgt. Larson to Rep-Con with the last of the civs to protect them and we lost Sgts. Wilks and Booke's to enemy gunfire before they retreated." Michaels said eating some of the hardtack and corn.
"How was the fighting? I heard you managed to halt the I-15 front." Agvir asked
"Yeah they coming down I-15 as we set up on the ridge I ordered the riflemen to spread out and the CQC men to set a suppressive fire line down on them. They fired at us but we were just too well fortified. It was horrible though, they shelled at us with Grenade launchers, and I can still hear the explosions and the sound of men screaming in the air… I hope I never have to do that again." He says with his eyes welling up. Agvir throws an arm around him.
"Hopefully, after this we never have to do this again." Agvir holds him tightly as soldiers walk by with their heads tilted down. "Alright, you need some sleep." Jon says to Cmdr. Michaels, Agvir then leads Michaels into the Ultra-Luxe and they lie down in the emergency barracks that were stationed there.
-Four hours later-
Agvir is violently shaken awake to see a Hispanic soldier leaning over him.
"Sir, they need you at the Tops, something about hostages!" He says, Agvir nods and picks up his rifle, puts on his hat and slides on his shades. He then quick jogs to the tops and enters the same FOB, Michaels is already there.
"What've we got?" he asked readying his rifle.
"Out there by the Gas'n'gulp." The Colonel says. Agvir takes the binoculars and scans the area the night is almost over and the sun is barely starting to creep up and over the mountains. Agvir sees a Mojavian squad of CQC members and about 20 civilians with their hands above their head. Brigade soldiers have guns jabbing into the peoples backs. A flash of light erupts across the FOB 9 times. Agvir ponders this.
"Switch the radio over to channel nine…" he orders an NCR ranger switches to the ordered channel. Agvir picks up the radio and holds the button. "Hello?" he says into the radio.
"Is this the commander of New Vegas?" An oily voice comes over the radio.
"Y-Yes this is Jonathan Agvir… who are you." Agvir says starting to sweat.
"My father once said something that I took to heart; I'm paraphrasing this of course 'I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End.'" The voice says
"Right, that's all fine and dandy but, who the fuck are you?" Agvir bellows into the radio.
"My name is Maj Gen. Hupham of the Militant wing of the Capitol wasteland and leader of the expeditionary force of the New America." The general says his voice beginning to oil "I have a Sergeant Larson here with his gang of bumbling idjits here… these people decided to attack my troops at the camp… these civilians claim they were under orders… That they were commanding them. Looks like those pesky people are going to have to die." The radio cuts out and Agvir looks at the group of 12 and 4 children in the binoculars. The civilians are pushed to the front of the group and put down on their knees. "Only the surrender of all of New Vegas and the Mojave will save them." The General says putting his .44 to the back of a child's head. Crack the small body falls in a lump to the ground. Larson's CQC team squirms in their hemp rope bonds. The general put his pistol to the back of a man's head and pulls the trigger with a loud boom the man crumples to the loose dirt, a pool of blood seeping out of the gaping wound.
"You sick FUCK!" Sgt. Larson bellows with the anger of a thousand Cazadores his arms push against the rough fabric and his bonds are broken he punches the soldier guarding him in the chest he takes the M1 Carbine from his hands and fires at another soldier guarding a private. That private fumbled with a knife and cuts his bonds he then starts to cut at the remaining three soldiers bonds. Sgt. Larson full blown battle bears (NCR term for holy fuck charging) at General Hupham and tackles him. "RUN FOR VEGAS!" He shouts at the civilians who are being untied by the same private. "GO ON WITH OUT ME GUYS I'LL TAKE CARE OF THESE ASSHOLES!" he bellows backhand punching a brigadier in the face. The civilians and the remainder of the CQC team dead sprint to the Freeside gate. Sergeant Larson is now beating the living shite out of the General, landing blow after blow into the poor man's body. His rage is so great that every fiber of his being is beating the general hurting him wounding him, going savage on him. Five brigadiers start heaving and pulling on Larson's large muscular and meaty body. Larson latches on with his powerful jaws to the general's nose ripping a decently sized chunk out.
Larson is dragged off of the general and pushed to his knees and is shot five times in the chest by a shotgun. His body jolts with every shot and blood starts staining the tanned ground. Agvir in the FOB took aim at the grouping of brigadiers; he fired at the group massacring most of them, General Hupham dives behind a large rock, while bullets were flinging around him, rock was cracking off and flinging by. To the right along I-15 men were shouting
"Enemies inbound! I-15, enemies inbound!" A warning siren goes off and the troops scatter, Agvir charges toward the School of Impersonation reloading along the way.
"Tell them to pick off what they can!" He shouts into the radio which is immediately followed by gunfire from the rooftops and windows. Agvir barges into the building and sprints up the stairs to the roof.
On the rooftops of Freeside a collective mass of troops are sitting in ambush points and waiting for contact. Miniguns, the only two that Mojave has have, been set up in the rear of the small district. Mg nests are set up in the back so they get a wider AOE while submachine gunners and riflemen have been stationed along the rooftops and in the abandoned buildings in front of Agvir. There are also soldiers on the ground set up behind rubble piles and makeshift Hedgehog barricades coupled with barbed wire and sand bag entrenchment. The roofs have been set up with Sandbags and strong pieces of wood stretching across the gaps of the rooftops. Agvir reaches the foremost Mg nest and pulls out his binoculars. He looks and sees a massive line of troopers slowly making their way to the Gleaming Jewel of the wastes.
"Well were in for it now." He mutters to himself. "Michaels, shift your forward Submachine gunners back into cover! Faurquar pull a unit on ammo detail to set up mine in the forward road. Deam, have your bazooka's ready to fire as soon as that gate is pulled down." The orders echoed into the soft 6 o'clock morning air. Agvir pulls his radio up to his mouth. "Craig you there man?" He asks
"Jon, yes I'm here what do you need?" the radio cackles
"Boone, fire mission three Echo one Bravo, on I-15 southern gates near the quarry-" Agvir starts
"Yeah I see em, there's so many of them man!" Boone's voice says through the radio.
"Yeah I'm starting to think we shouldn't've taken those Deathclaws out..." Agvir chuckles Boones short chortle emits from the radio. Boone's men fire at the advancing line dropping a sizable amount of them. After two rounds Agvir speaks into the radio "Thanks Boone, stay safe out there."
The rounds from the hills ceased and the world went quiet. Agvir moved quickly through the rooftops and stops himself at the roof of the king's hangout. Agvir lies down and sticks his gun's barrel through over the roof top.
All is quiet in Freeside, birds are flying overhead geckos are attacking Bloatflies. A single man is in the middle of the street laying frag mines, bar mines one cratering explosive at the Freeway that looms over and the Freeside and a couple of Bouncing Bettys. A rapping is heard on the thick sheet metal/ concrete wall separating Vegas to the outside world. The rapping turns into a banging, a small hole has been carved out of the wall of Freeside. A large rod is slid into the small hole (…Heh…). The brigadiers on the other side are set a long fuse.
"Bangalore's lit!" a shout is heard from beyond the wall.
"ALL HANDS GET DOWN! ALL HANDS PREPARE FOR ENGAGMENT!" Agvir shouts at the top of his lungs. The scrap metal wall shatters into a million pieces sending shrapnel flying across the streets. The Brigadiers Shock Vanguard team surge forward, holding up plastic/scrap metal shields charging forward. The Mojave army opens fire on the troops but barely hit anyone on the Vanguard line. Agvir takes careful aim at a Vanguard soldier and opens fire dropping him to the ground. The Vanguard drops to the ground. Agvir fires again at a machine gunner mounted in a truck, his head explodes showering people behind him with thick slimy blood and bits.
The Vanguard line hits the first set of mines and they go flying into the air. A massive line comes around the left hand side of Freeside from the gates.
"Detonate the Cratering charge!" Agvir Bellows.
"Fire in the Hole!" is heard before a massive boom pieces of concrete go flying around the broken support struts holding up the Freeway. The entire piece comes crashing down both blocking off the left flank and artificially creating rubble and cover positions. The few building in the northern Freeside are crushed by the massive weight. A single Sherman rolls up to the inside of the gate firing at the other side of the street Agvir was on. The building erupts from the blast as glass concrete and dust swoosh out of the building. The tank aims at the CQC teams on the road and soon open fire. Their first round flies past their position. Three separate Bazooka teams blast the tanks' top off burning all around it. Agvir fired again, this time at a sniper who was taking careful aim at Cmdr. Michaels.
Massive amounts of troops are charging into Freeside. Swarming the Mojave's lines, soon the amount of Brigadiers attacking the defenders was too much the defenders started to crack.
"Michaels, we need to pull back we've got too much on us!" Agvir shouts into the radio
"Copy that big poppa! How do you wanna do this?" Michael's voice transpires through the radio.
"Send the ground back first and have the roofs support them?" Agvir says taking shrapnel to the left arm. "Fucking hell!"
"Sounds good Courier!" Michaels says into the radio. Agvir sets his gun down and grabs a Stimpack and injects his arm with it. The veins start pulling themselves together and the skin stretches white over the wound and repairs itself with a sharp hot pain.
"Minigun team, Provide covering fire for ground units in 1 mike!" Agvir pick up his gun and fires three shots into the massive army. Many Brigadier troops have fallen in droves, their bodies' line the street and their blood run off and collect into massive puddles. The Mojave soldier's uniforms are caked with blood and dust (from the freeway).
Behind the battle two low hums can be heard as the miniguns spool up ready to vaporize any poor bastard that can get in their line of sight.
"Attention, attention! All ground defenders in Freeside, pull back to New Vegas gates pull back!" Agvir shout into the radio. "Fall back!" he shouts down at the lines. The men scramble to retreat under heavy fire. Agvir, the rifleman, and the remaining Mg nests fire below onto the surging wave that is the Brigade.
The ground units are now at the end of the Freeside Boulevard. "All remaining troops pull back to New Vegas!" Agvir and the remaining troops pull back dodging through dust clouds and soot. Bounding over bodies, and rubble, and sprinting to the relative safety of New Vegas.
"Rocket team 1-00-1, fire team at final fortress!" Agvir shouts into the radio. Two missiles streak in from New Vegas and destroy two buildings caving them in and blocking off most of the road. Cmdr. Michaels jogs up behind Agvir.
"President Agvir, Sir!" He says saluting the president
"Everyone gets inside Vegas now… We'll make a plan" Agvir shouts to the weary troops. "Status report Michaels."
"Not good sir," he says as the two move into Vegas. "We've lost most of the remaining troops and what we have left have little ammo, no food and no rest." Agvir lights a cigarette. "We don't have many options Mr. President…"
"Alright, have all those remaining bunker down in Vault 21, go with them..." Agvir sucks back on his cigarette. Michaels opens his mouth in protest. "Commander that is a direct order. You are to take the remaining troops into Vault 21. Once in there you are to seal the door and not come out until… it happens."
"What happens?" Michaels says Agvir remains silent. "What are you planning, Jon?"
"Don't call me that and I'm planning the end game." Agvir taps the ash from his cigarette. "Go to 21 and hunker down. Only one more Mojave soldier will die today. "
"I won't President Agvir… I refuse to allow you to Martyr yourself-" Michaels shouts turning heads.
"Michaels do not make me into a cliché." Agvir threatens with dark overtures. The commander raises his eyebrow in a 'Try me' look. Agvir looks at a crew of CQC.
"You there, CQC." Agvir the team turns and salutes. "Take Cmdr. Michaels down into Vault 21 and lock him down. Seal the doors when all troops are in. that is a direct order and you are not to follow orders from him" Agvir points at the commander "until the event happens." The men nod and restrain a struggling Michaels, dragging him to the Vault. Agvir sucks back on his cigarette and turns back to his troops.
"Guys," Agvir starts speaking to the loud crowd "Guys!" Everyone shuts up and turns to him. "We've had a good long go of it yesterday and today…. We defended our capital as best as we could while the last of the civs got out. If I had to I would fight with you all again… but now that all of our at risk individuals are Evac'd we must end this. I have ordered all of you to stay in Vault 21 while I… 'Negotiate' a deal." Agvir takes a suck of his smoke. "I want you to know that on behalf of all of the Mojave and all of her citizens we thank you for your great sacrifice." A loud boom is heard in Freeside "but now's not the time to get sentimental! Listen for me on RNV, Follow your orders and get to 21! Go!" Agvir says underscored by another boom. The troops scurry to the Vault, locking it in the process and switching the radio to Radio New Vegas.
Agvir swallows hard and walks into the Lucky .38, he looks to his right and left at the renovated lobby, showing a picture of Nellis at night and a Maroon and Olive Green Mojave flag. He takes his glasses of and slides them in the neck of his shirt.
"All this hardwork, for nothing." He mutters, as he walks to the West side "What a shame…" He piles some old American Dollars on top of the RDX he had planted earlier. He covers all the RDX and soon goes into the Elevator and presses the button for Basement.
The elevator takes him to the basement and walks forward, he sets up the cratering charge he took the box upstairs. He wires it up to his detonator. He gets on the elevator and goes all the way up to the conference room. He crosses to the radio and turns it on. Mr. New Vegas' gruff voice comes on the air.
"The plains defense was taken down with heavy fighting; initial reports suggest that the Mojave lost over 2200 soldiers while NCR scouts inform us that the Brigade, has lost over 5,000." Agvir grabs a bottle of whiskey and starts taking drinks from the bottle. "Fighting in Freeside broke out… those of on the ridge could see massive amounts of fire and explosions as President Jon Agvir and his 2,000 soldiers make their stand it is unknown what caused the explosions but we hope that all our Mojavians are safe." Agvir crosses to a radio and tunes it to channel 3 the channel Boone and his men are on.
"Boone?" He asks "It Jon man…"
"Agvir where are you are you hurt-?" Boone's voice comes across slightly panicked.
"Listen man. Whatever happens today, if I die… don't let me die in vain. When I die finish the job." Agvir starts getting teary eyed. "Meeting you was the best thing that had ever happened to me man…"
"Jon what are you doing?" Boone panics "What's the end game?"
"Tune in to radio New Vegas, don't let me fool you I will kill the General" Agvir chokes "Goodbye Boone, tell Cass to behave herself and make sure you tell Julie that I'm sorry." He turns the radio off cutting Boone's protest in half. Agvir goes up to the public speakers control box and tunes his radio to the same frequency. In the dust and soot covered streets of New Vegas the speakers turn on with a high pitched whine.
"Hello? Hello? Is this piece of shit working…? Ah. General Hupham we have fought valiantly against each other, but I think it's time we stop killing and start rebuilding… I hereby surrender to you; I would like you to meet me in the .38, that's the tall building, so we can work out terms of surrender. Bring with you five of your highest ranking officials along with you. No more, no less. Go inside and press the second highest floor in the elevator, when you get out of the elevator go to your left hand side you will see me. I will be waiting." Agvir cuts the radio off and hears a massive victory cheer from the brigadiers on the ground. Agvir pulls his rifle off of his shoulder and loads in an extended clip; he then takes out his .45 magnum, the one he got from the mysterious stranger. When he pulls the pistol out, he makes a western music sounding noise with his voice. He checks the ammo and loads it so it's full. He sets the detonator on the table in front of him. He sees from the surveillance cameras in the lobby that general Hupham and five of his highest ranked soldiers walk into the elevator. Agvir slides the rifle over his back and his pistol in his right hand. Then he sets himself on the left side of the entry. The ding of the elevator reverberates eerily through the dank room. Hupham and his men step out of the elevator and walk towards the left. As General Hupham steps into the doorway Agvir grabs him around the neck and fires his pistol at the five remaining officers. He kills three of them and the other two dives behind cover.
Agvir beats Hupham face in knocking him unconscious.
"It's a trap, Send in everything we've got!" one of the two Colonels shouts into a radio. Agvir holds his gun up to Hupham forehead the cold steel resting on Hupham face.
"Take the shot, Dimmin!" Hupham bellows one of the troops takes careful aim at Agvir who fires a round and hits him in the chest leaving a gaping wound. He spins his body to face the other colonel and crouches down to one knee firing at the other Colonel. He takes the round in his hand and drops in pain. Agvir uses his last shot to blow the colonel's heart out. Agvir crosses to Hupham and beats him bloody.
"You intolerant bastard" Hupham spits in his oily voice. "I have five hundred men at the base of this Tower waiting for me to return. With this little stunt you just pulled I'll have every trooper I have come in here and personally kill you!" Agvir pushes the pistol against the general's head the heat from the barrel searing into his temple.
"I have killed thousands of men and women, you fuck. What makes you think I'll hesitate to end your sorry excuse for a life? But I think that you deserve a little more pain for what you've put me and mine through." He picks up the general and slams him on top of the conference table. He takes out two combat knives and thrusts them into his hands; he then takes one of Mr. Houses Snow globes in his palm and drives it into the general's skull until the temporary instrument shatters on his head. Hupham screams in pain. Agvir takes out the knife holding Hupham's right hand, and slit his throat.
Agvir Pulls the bodies of the dead colonels and builds up a little fortress of bodies, he sticks his barrel through an opening (sounds kinda gruesome) he puts one bullet in the chamber of his rifle as the door opens Agvir kills the first three that come out of the elevator. The other seven soldiers flinch to their friends' heads being blown off. They shift inside the room and are plugged instantly by Agvir. Agvir stands up and crosses to the dead bodies. He grabs the radio off of the corpses.
"Hey your gonna need more dickheads up here." Agvir smirks into the radio. He grabs his other radio. "Boone, status report. I've killed the Brigadier general all we have left is to finish these off."
"Jon, we're golden up here. You need anything?" Boone asks
"I want you to sight down towards I-15 tell me if there are a lotta troops coming towards Vegas." Agvir says pulling his last clip in. Boone shouts several orders and pauses for a moment.
"You've got about a company headed your way, Jon." Boone says with a solid 'affection' tone in his voice.
"Copy that, if you can take some shots out that way if you can. Most of your rifles won't hit that far but if you angle up you should be able to hit them." Agvir says as the elevator dings again. Agvir pops up and takes out the troops one by one taking a round in the helmet.
Agvir hears on the brigade's radio "Send in five Elite teams to take this bastard out."
Agvir's heart pounds his breathing gets heavier as soldiers charge into the room and take round after round. Agvir grabs the radio and the detonator; he retreats to his own room. A lit cigarette in his mouth a glass of Whiskey in his right arm, which is bleeding all over the chair he is now sitting at, and the detonator in his left hand.
"Boone…" Agvir says into the radio. "Craig, man, I'm not gonna make it… it's been a true privilege being your number two." Agvir starts to tear up. "Don't let all our work, be for nothing man. Don't let everything we've fought for be to naught." Agvir takes a drink of his whiskey "D-Don't let New Vegas fall, Boone. R-rebuild for me, promise that you have what it takes to push on from this, man. Goodbye Craig Boone." Agvir's door bursts open and three elite troops charge into the room. Agvir put the cigarette into his mouth and gives the Elite troopers a cursory wave Agvir pulls the trigger of the det pack.
First the basement is blown out, then the 20lbs of RDX go off that he Agvir had positioned them so when the lucky .38 Capitol Building blows it lands so it hits the Freeside Street leading to the strip.
Up in the hills Boone is stuck to his radio, looking down on New Vegas he can see it in Shambles, but the .38 stands tall and proud as ever I the blistering heat (Just look for signs). "D-Don't let New Vegas fall, Boone. R-rebuild for me, promise that you have what it takes to push on from this, man. Goodbye Craig Boone." Agvir says Boone's normally stoic face soon bleeds with emotion, mostly trauma and anger. An enormous crack rips through the air and all eyes turn on Vegas. Boone's panic is set to reality as he watches the Lucky .38 careen to the ground and land with a massive thud. Boone feels a soft hand grasp his as he looks back to see a tear stricken Cass pull him into a hug. Boone soon finds his throat close up as he holds back tears. He sprints to New Vegas, with his rifle on his back and an empty 9 mil pistol in his hand. He runs up starts digging through the rubble. Soon 54% of the remaining Mojave soldiers are digging through the rubble. Pulling out dead Brigadiers and wounded Brigadiers. Boone heaves at heavy pieces, tears running streaks down his face.
The Brigades soldiers are moved to Gomorrah's Hotel section and are given armed supervision and Medical Care from the followers. Civilians and some of the remaining mutants, help move rubble (Mutants mainly) and start picking up dead bodies and putting them together. Markus (the super mutant) moves a large piece of bedding and sees him.
"Oh…" Markus says softly. In his large hands he holds Jonathan Agvir's lifeless body. "Vice-President Boone…" Boone looks over at the large 'man' and sees Agvir in his massive hands (sounds kinda like Harry Potter eh?) Boone sprints over to Agvir's body and holds him in a dead person hug. Cass, Veronica, and Arcade come behind Boone, crying. Rex comes up and licks Agvir's cheek whimpering. Julie comes out of the crowd now lining up in a semi-circle around the scene with her hand on her mouth and tears making her eyes seem bigger. She touches Agvir's neck and wrist, looking for a pulse.
"H-h-he's gone…"She splutters out Boone cries audibly his loud sobs echoing off of the now silent homes and towering casinos that surround them. Boone sobs into Agvir's shoulder, willing him to come back, to not be dead… but this is reality not a Disney movie. Agvir is dead.
R.I.P Jonathan Agvir, dead at age 26, first president of the Mojave Republic.
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I cannot begin to tell you how heartbreakingly painful it is to have to murder someone of your own creation. It's hard but I do think it was necessary…
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