'Some may question your right to destroy ten billion people. But those who understand realize that you have no right to let them live.'
It is the year 2078, and mankind has taken its first steps back from the oblivion they forced upon themselves. Nuclear fire scorched the Earth, and only those with wealth or luck survived the Great War. America's remnants have started taking back their past homeland, whether the people still within like it or not.
Today was a solemn occasion. The people of Navarro stood with their heads bowed and hands clasped, waiting for their president to arrive and tell them what they needed to hear.
The President stepped onto the stage, and began his speech.
"My fellow citizens, Today we commemorate the sacrifice of our troops in defending this city. The soldiers of Navarro sold their lives to protect their fellow man against those who would destroy what peace we have made for ourselves. They fought against rapists and murderers, deserters and anarchists. Their sacrifice allowed all of us standing here today to continue on with our dream for America. For the world. They will not be forgotten. They will not be allowed to fade into the dusty tomes of history."
He stood aside as a banner was raised, and ranks of soldiers stepped forward.
"Today I create the first Navarran Platoon, to commemorate and remind us of those that were lost, and those that remain. Their first action will be the pacification of Vault 15, the point of origin of our attackers. We will not allow these degenerates to stop us from reclaiming what was ours. It is not enough that they fear to be beaten by us. They must learn to fear the very sight, that sound of us! All who oppose our restoration shall crawl back into the darkness, or die in the light. For the Enclave! For America!"
"For the Enclave! For America!" The crowd yelled back.
In a decidedly quieter location, Jensen was testing out the newest armor mark the Enclave's scientists had cooked up for him.
"Okay Jensen, run the course one more time"
He had been doing this for hours, sprinting and lifting and dodging gunfire. Frankly, he was getting tired of it. Not physically, the augments prevented that. But mentally. He knew where every camera, bot, and guard would be. Even before his enhanced vision and the extra senses provided by his helmet.
So he ran the course, one more time.
Three sentry bots, six guards, seven turrets, and a small hamster later, the course director was finally satisfied with Jensen's performance.
Jensen decided it was time to take a break.
The President had returned to his office, and awaited reports from his various advisors. First on his schedule was his Scientific advisor.
"Mr. President?"
"Doctor"
'We have finished integrating the solar cells from the EPA as you asked, and I must admit that they are certainly cheaper than setting up fusion reactors everywhere"
"I had hoped so, but will they provide enough energy for our projects?"
"The very small and the very large ones yes, but things like cars, powered armor, and aircraft remain out of our reach for this technology"
"Why? Can't you just make medium sized panels?"
"We could, but they were made for devices like the raygun. Small, high powered devices with long recharge times. We would have to cover the items in them, and even a glancing hit would compromise their effectiveness. They only work for buildings because we can install so many of them on the rooftops and connect them all to the grid."
"What about weaponry?"
"We have successfully adapted our laser rifles to use hem instead of micro fusion cells. This means that we can produce the rifles cheaper, and as long as the soldiers can find some source of light they can recharge their rifles."
"Good! When can we start swapping out the rifles?"
"That is for the General Logistics officer to determine, but I do have another matter to ask you about."
"That being?"
"Our forces lack any kind of dedicated antitank weaponry. As of now, we've only fought rabble and poorly equipped deserters, but we aren't the only group with powered armor, not to mention the Super Mutants that drove away our forces from West Tek."
'What are you suggesting?"
"Well, Robert House was the undeniable master of robotics, and several of his designs incorporated powerful laser cannons."
"And?"
"I feel we should send an expedition to the ruins of Las Vegas, and try to find any schematics he might've had in his facilities"
The president had dreaded sending troops to Vegas, as he knew better than anyone how tenacious House could be.
"I will consider your request, now please send in the next person."
"Yes, Sir."
A few moments later, his lead military advisor stepped in.
"Mr. President."
"General"
"What do you have to report?"
"The soldiers are getting antsy about being deployed, sir. They want revenge on those Vault 15 bastards."
"They'll get their revenge, In time. What news from our forward scouts?"
"They report that most of California is deserted. Since you ordered all of the Vaults to stay shut until we could reach them, the only communities are of mutants and Raiders."
"What kind of communities?"
"There is a significant presence of F.E.V mutants near West tek, and a community of "ghouls" has sprung up around a fission reactor, as well as around Vault 12"
"Why Vault 12?"
"Their door never closed, sir. The entire upper half of the vault was filled with radiation"
"And the reactor?"
"Likely workers who couldn't escape to a Vault."
"Is there any chance of speaking to these people?"
"The reactor was connected to Poseidonet before the war, as long as they haven't destroyed the terminal we should be able to reach them."
"Good. You are dismissed, unless you have more to report?"
"No sir."
"Send in the next."
So went the president's day, and by the end, He'd decided he needed a drink.
Okay, so in light of all the shit going on in my story, as well as the month long gap, It's time for a recap!
The Enclave isn't headed by a heartless asshole, instead being lead by the former president of the united states.
The president is a war veteran, having fought in the resource wars, as well as participating in the annexation of Mexico. His political career was full of attempts to smooth relations between the American commonwealths, as each was distinctly interested only in itself.
His care for the idea of America made him an Ideal puppet of the Enclave, and so they pulled strings until he was put into office as President.
Once the Great War happened however, The president saw a way to break the chains The Enclave had shackled America with. He began to put into motion his plans for a unified America, and defied the commandments of the Old Enclave.
The Enclave is a product of the Old Enclave losing control of the President, and is an organization dedicated to restoring America instead of maintaining genetic purity and sending the Old Enclave to a new planet. The main difference being that the President has less goals in common with the other Enclave factions than his main falloutverse counterpart. Or he didn't die. I can't remember the games mentioning what happened to him, but the White House is a crater in FO3.
Jensen was a Sergeant in Pre-war America, and was generally just a random scrub. That is, until he was wounded by an I.E.D brought into Navarro in what seemed to be Brotherhood soldiers. After his surgery, he is faster, stronger, and generally more durable than any baseline human on the planet. He recovered a weapon from the old E.P.A building, whose solar cells will reduce reliance on fission for power, though only in large and small scale devices. Generally, anything bigger than a gun, but smaller than a house is unable to be powered by them. He has also had a recent encounter with a strange type of mutant, though not of the type the E.P.A had warned him of.
The Brotherhood is not yet a technological hoarder's society, instead being run by the first Maxson, who opposes the Enclave and America as a whole. He sees them as corrupt relics bent on tearing the world down for their own gain, and some would say he is right. Mainly those who deserted with him, admittedly.
The Old Enclave wants the new torn down as quickly as possible- A power able to keep them from the resources they need is a problem they cannot ignore. The brotherhood is an ally of this group, strangely enough.
Caesar's legion was merely a footnote in my timeline, seeing as how an Enclave dominated world would remove their entire premise (disillusioned followers doctor turned dictator and friends).
San Francisco is home to a small (New) Enclave base, operated in the old E.P.A building and manned by two squads of soldiers, as well as the automated defenses.
Navarro is Navarro.
The Oil Rig is a neo-D.C type of place. Navarro is the common worker's place, while the rig is home to scientists and military assets.
Well, there you guys go. The last month of school kicked the everloving hell out of me, between final exams, second semester exams, and general other B.S I literally couldn't get my head around the thought of writing. On the bright side, it's now summer, so expect updates (though I can't promise a schedule). Also, to those nine of you that searched through the archive and found my story, be you followers or anons, thanks. It gives me hope that people care enough to find my story even after a month without updates.