Robots building Robots. Now that's just stupid. - Detective Spooner.
The Knight's boots clanked heavily against the grating he walked upon. Below him, thousands upon thousands of machines stood, powered down and seemingly awaiting activation. Several robots hovered around the others, scanning through the rows for a purpose unknown to their observers.
"H-holy shit. Paladin! Get in here!
Thunderous noise erupted as three power armoured soldiers ran onto the catwalk, weapons ready.
"What's going on?"
" Look down, sir!"
The entire brotherhood force then stood in awe at the sight of the army below them. Humanoid robots, tracked robots, walkers and other machines all stood in tight rows.
" Alright. We need to get word back to the elders. Two of you head to the surface and attempt to contact someone over the radio. The rest of you are coming with me to see if we can find any terminals. Move out!"
Five power amroured men walked into the command center of the Vault, and were greeted by a machine covered in jars.
"Paladin, what is that?"
"I don't lnow - check for terminals or any documents. If you see anything that could possibly activate anything, leave it. The last thing we need is to wake up an army of robots without knowing who -or what - programmed them.
"Yes Paladin"
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It's Nightkin had done well. Exceedingly well, in fact. The Master's new home was nearly perfect. The cathedral above was nearly undamaged, and was unlikely to be investigated, while the vault beneath it - though not a true vault-tec creation- was spacious enough for the F.E.V tanks to be installed with plenty of room to spare for the new generation of mutants. The first group It created had been flawed. But now that they were slowly dying for their Master at Mariposa, it was time to replace them. It's Nightkin were superior in every way, regardless. All It needs now is a supply of fresh, untainted humans. It began combing through the vault's records, and attepted to find where exatly the inhabitants had gone...
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The younger soldier had died. He knew he would. Thoth had fought in the Resource Wars, the pacification of Mexico, and the annexation of Canada. He even saw a few weeks on the anchorage front, and on duty as crowd control when people started rioting in the metropolises. He'd been a soldier for America, the Enclave, and now a new America.
He knew a dead man when he saw one. Bright-eyed, jumpy - but eager to please, willing to throw himself into fire to save another man's life. Traits he could admire, but knew that he would never have. You don't survive by being ready to die for another.
Like the kid just had.
A mutant had rounded the corner, brought up a rifle as long as he was tall, and had fired a single round. If the kid hadn't jumped in the way, Thoth knew he wouldn't have lived through another fight, Another war.
The Mutie was dead, and he'd locked down the boy's armour for retrieval. They'd even amanaged to clear the last floor.
Thoth decided that maybe being a settler wouldn't be so bad.
At least then the only blood he'd ever have on him would be his.
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The President flipped through a few papers, skimming the contents of each.
Mariposa finally winding down, Alaskan towns signing up in droves, gauss rifles issued to every squad, and ghouls finally finding new purposes in life.
The Majority of pre-war reactors had either melted down, or were so close to it that they were flooded with rads. An environment that only ghouls could feel comfortable in. There were only three that were being activated at the moment, but even that much power would be a great boon. Currently their cities were running on obsolete gasoline generators, or fission batteries. Neither was a good, long-term solution. Without the threat of baing nuked (that already happened once, than you very much), All the fissionable material from the Oil Rig's supply of nuclear weapons was being shipped to the mainland.
Even his frontier outposts were enjoying increased living standards, sinnce the patrols could now ward off any most brotherhood attackers, and the mutants seemed to have broken after the seige turned out of their favor.
He decided it was time to break out the good scotch.
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"Our assets in berlin have successfully taken over all public and private areas. In addition, we have removed most of the damaged materials and begun repairing the least-damaged buildings. We will be ready to receive any of our... less successful members whenever they need our assistance."
Most of the affected members grit their teeth at the blatant snub.
"Thank you for your.. Kindness." Said a member.
"It does so warm my heart to hear gratitude from my soon-to-be guests from America. Or what used to be America, anyway. How is your Nation faring, by the way? Mine seems to b doing fine. I didn't even have to try and wipe them out"
"Enough" Said the head member.
"Remember, while this may be a council of equals, I am the first amongst us. Not you, not our wayward president, and certainly not anyone who likes to preen as much as you."
"I take offense at that cl-"
"I said enough. You will be ready to recieve any assets we deem necessary, and remember -We are a council. If we choose to expel you, all of your assets are forfeit. Meeting adjourned."
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