Author's Notes: Here is the prologue it's been a while since I thought of Fallout Fox. I have finally decided to add a prologue. For those of you who don't know Rick Mason is named after Rick May, the voice of TF2'S soldier and Star Fox's Peppy Hare. Also, I'm redoing Fallout Fox since it was subpar, I've learned a lot since and I'm going to fix it. Another big difference is Liberator will be with Cody. the surviving Remnants will be led by Liberator. Italics are dialogue while bold are mental thoughts of the characters or in Krystal's case her telepathy. I also wish to know your thoughts and if this is any better. I got two more prologue chapters and after that, I'll be fixing the rest and after that more chapters.

March 15th 2284

The snow fell and the wind blew fiercely in the Commonwealth. On the very outskirts is Nuka World a pre-war amusement park that has recently fallen into the hands of raiders. That being three raider gangs. They are the Disciples, Operators, and The Pack. On the other side seven miles away bristling with firepower is Fort Zion a formidable post-war network of underground tunnels trenches and pill boxes.

Cody walked alongside his father the trenches were busy with Youth Battalion child soldiers marching and carrying out orders. Mainly chores and shoveling out snow. Rick took Cody with him to a nearby town. They went to bolster their already impressive ammunition reserves.

Rick walked up to Vince and pulled down his hood revealing two tattoos the Minutemen emblem on his left cheek and the cross on his forehead. "So is our shipment ready?"

Vince looked at Rick. "I do have it ready my question is why do you keep stockpiling you already have more ammunition explosives and cordite than the entire Commonwealth?"

Rick gave a calm smile "Well one day that river of evil is going to flow and Fort Zion is going to be the rock that splits it. Remember Vince when we launch three white flares that means to evacuate."

Vince rolled his eyes "I know Rick but it's never going to happen who would even try to approach Zion? No one sane I'd say."

Rick replied "Raiders aren't sane they are maniacs who will stop at nothing we've had groups of them trying to break through in the past. I've heard rumors going around from escaped caravans that their forces are growing. However, I am confident we will hold. I got a few tricks up my cassock including an old friend who could give us the edge. Cody help me finish packing the caravan."

Cody did as he was told and sat off for Fort Zion. When they arrived several groups of child soldiers began unpacking the Brahmins and entered the underground tunnels of Fort Zion restocking on food and ammunition. As cordite barrels were taken, they were given to the reloaders who started to reload empty cartridges.

Rick led his son to the mess hall since lunchtime rolled around. They were serving radstag stew. It was nice to be next to the kitchens as they were heated by the cooking fires. They said grace and got to eating.

Cody spoke up "You know Daddy it's been a few weeks since the raiders tried to mess with us it's been quiet."

Rick chuckled "Son as far as I'm concerned enjoy the moments of peace you never know when it will be your last."

Cody would remember those words for the rest of his life.

Cody simply savored the warm stew going down it's been a while since they had something freshly cooked instead of munching on preserved rations. He thought to himself "We should be thankful to have food most people are getting raided or having poor harvests and are starving."

He felt guilt for those they couldn't protect.

Rick could read his son's emotions like an open Bible. "Son, I know what you're thinking the Minutemen have been getting their teeth kicked in but they still have a chance. We are the ones giving them that chance. If we leave our post that tidal wave of raiders will become unstoppable."

Cody nodded in agreement but still felt guilt.

Rick continued "If it makes you feel better, I'm calling up that old friend of mind he's going help your squad do some reconnaissance on the raiders. Got radio calls from Hollis that something is up."

Cody asked, "Daddy how will I know it's your friend?"

Rick chuckled "I already told you stories about him but I'll keep it a surprise of who he is."

* Somewhere In the glowing sea. *

An ancient ghoul stood using the radiation in the glowing sea to heal his heavy wounds. He stood still clad in his Winterized T-51F Power Armor trapped in it by The Great War. His body had long since adapted allowing him to move at a decent speed despite the armor's weight. The irradiated wind blew against him. His tattered rebreather hoses swayed in the wind. His visor cracked yet the hud was still functional when he could find a fusion core. As he marched his armor groaned creaked and clanked. His helmet's tactical comm picked up a signal. He answered it. Rick's voice was heard.

He spoke. "How is it going, old friend.?"

The old ghoul answered. "Not bad been running around to settlements in trouble and cleaning out raider nests. Right now, I'm just relaxing in the glowing sea."

Rick clutched his chest and coughed. "I've sent Cody on some chores for the moment I'll be honest with you my heart has been getting worse. It's been hard to focus arms have been cold jaws ache chest hurts constantly I don't think I have much longer."

The ghoul snapped back "Don't you dare think about dying those little ones need you."

Rick answered, "I know but I have this lingering feeling I'm not going to make it either way those raiders are gathering a massive force please help us."

The ghoul replied, "I'll be right over."

*Back at Fort Zion. *

Rick got ready for the night the child soldiers saw the beautiful night sky and began to sing this little light of mine in unison. Cody meanwhile went to check on his father.

"Daddy, are you ok?" Asked the seven-year-old.

Rick answered, "I'm fine son just had to call that old friend.'

A few hours later Cody's sleep was interrupted he walked out of the tunnels and into the trenches still in his robes. He heard clanking groaning metal there before him was the friend his father talked about.

The young boy spoke. "I've heard of you you're the Liberator of Anchorage."

The other child soldiers woke up and as they crawled out of the tunnels they looked with awe. They thought the stories Rick told were legends and myths but here before them the Liberator stood.

The old ghoul couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of all the gobsmacked child soldiers.

He smiled underneath his helmet. "It's rude to stare."

The child soldiers shook out of it and saluted. The ghoul saluted back. Rick walked out and shook hands with him.

"Everyone I would like for you to meet Liberator. He will help you conduct counterattacks on the raiders. This will allow us to get the momentum we need, and we'll cripple their war effort. Cody you and your squad are now under Liberator's command."

Cody and his squad nodded and followed Liberator as he marched. They began to ask him questions while they traveled across no man's land. He answered their questions confirming and debunking rumors both true and false.

Cody asked him "So what is your real name and how did you become a ghoul?"

Liberator answered "Well my real name is George but everyone has known me as Liberator from the old propaganda posters to stories and tales when you've been fighting for over two centuries as I have many rumors get told. Over time people just forgot I had a real name to them I am their Liberator. However, I don't feel like a hero I've seen things during the Sino-American war. As for me being a ghoul, I see it as both a punishment and a blessing."

He sighed and continued "When the bombs hit. I was stationed in Fort Independence. I was standing on top of one of the walls keeping a look out the shockwave blew me off and I landed on the ground jamming the valve. Over time the radiation seeped into my armor turning me into a ghoul. As for it being a punishment my body constantly burns and stings but as a blessing, I can forever protect my countryman. Besides it isn't too bad I've grown numb to the pain."

Cody said nothing and thought to himself "How does he stand that? I still get shivers and nightmares from Daddy's sermon on hell yet what this ghoul goes through is the closest thing to earthly damnation I've ever come across."

The rest of the trip was silent as they marched. They settled behind a rock formation. There Liberator began teaching them asymmetric warfare. He drew the plan in the snow and explained to them hit-and-run tactics.

"Alright listen up I got three explosive charges we're going to stick one of them into the ammo dumps where their artillery outpost is then when destroyed we will advance and attack Nuka World itself."

The whole squad's jaws drop in disbelief. One of the child soldiers spoke up "That's suicide shouldn't their outpost be enough? Surely it would be hitting the hornet's nest?"

Liberator answered "No it is not enough, and we already hit the hornet's nest. When we strike their production facilities and ammo dumps, we are buying ourselves and the Commonwealth itself time. Not only that, we will hinder their ability to wage war. For far too long Ya'll have been on the defense this time we go full offense. Now the raiders are going to send a patrol of four nearby is an old hangar we're gonna hide in. Cody you're going to roll an empty casing when they go by they'll walk into the hangar and we're going to take them out."

When they reached the hangar, the doors were shut. Liberator grabbed one of the sliding doors. The door shrieked as it was opened for the first time in two centuries. Inside it was dark, only a few rays of sunshine got through the holes in the roof. They hid among the ruined warbirds. Liberator nodded as Cody threw the empty casing by the passing raiders. The raiders went in as planned. They slowly stepped in right into the clutches of the squad. Then a hail of lead slammed into the raiders, their blood spilled all over the hangar floor.

With that Liberator closed the door and they marched on. Night fell by the time they reached the outpost. While Liberator buried himself in the snow the squad got to work planting the charges. One of the raiders drugged out of his mind spotted Cody covering the two setting explosives. Cody held his breath. The raider shrugged believing he was hallucinating. Cody nodded to the group, and they continued. The group scattered to speed up the progress of planting the charges this time in the underground storage. Cody whispered, "We're almost done let's hurry it up and get out of here." A member of the Operators spotted them, and they weren't so lucky. Cody charged the operator and stabbed her to death with his bayonet. The raiders were alerted to his screaming rage. Liberator shook his head "Damn it, Cody."

He roared out of the snow his beaming white headlamp illuminating the night. The raiders yelled in terror; The Liberator has come for them. His winter white armor glistened in the moonlight as he marched towards them with modified M2 Browning. The raiders immediately put all their attention on Liberator desperate to end the arch Minuteman. The old ghoul cackled with glee as he began cutting them down with 50 Cal fire. They fired at him with everything, yet his ancient armor held up shrugging off massive amounts of rounds. Limbs and head were flying off from the firepower of his browning. The squad finished planting and escaped. They hid behind large rocks. Liberator ordered them to set off the explosives.

The ground shook violently as great balls of fire erupted from the ammo dumps. The shockwave sent Liberator flying like a ragdoll. He landed on his back hard, his armor skidded in the deep snow. The few raiders left tried to escape only to be mopped up. They all cheered about their success. The old ghoul looked through his damaged visor admiring the damage they caused. He smiled greatly. "Alright, let's use the heat from the explosions to warm up then we march for Nuka World itself."

Cody asked, "What about that train it could get us a lot quicker?"

Liberator answered, yes but the raiders built a death maze they call the gauntlet, and I would never forgive myself if I got y'all killed. Since we're marching, we'll be able to scout it out. Not only that but we are way behind the station, we just got two more miles to go. I've already formed a plan. For now, let's stick by the fires till this blizzard is over."

A few hours later the fires were out, and with the blizzard gone the squad marched on. On the way, they asked some more questions between one another. Liberator took a calm breath "Now it's my turn to ask a question. "Do you know about your Father's tattoos and their meaning?"

Cody paused and pondered a bit. He answered, "The only one I understand is the Cross on his forehead we call it the Mark of Christ it's the antithesis to the Mark of the Beast. I know he has something on his left arm, but I can't read, and I never understood the Minutemen symbol tattooed on his left cheek, nor do I know who made it."

Liberator let out a warm chuckle. "Well, I'll answer it. You see on your Father's left arm is Semper Fidelis it was the Motto of the United States Marine Corps. Its Latin means always faithful. Your Father has always been faithful to Christ. Heck, he's the one that saved me from going over the edge many times. As for the Symbol of the Minutemen, I designed it myself. I also was one of the first founders of Minutemen. Now the three stars represent the three percent only three percent of Americans fought in the Revolutionary War. Second, I used the lightning bolt to represent speed after all our colonial ancestors were there at a minute's notice which is why we are called Minutemen. Third the Musket represents protection of the people and the right to bear arms."

Cody perked up and spoke. "Thank you for telling me sir I always wanted to know how the Minutemen formed and to know you were one of the founders is amazing."

They kept on marching until they saw the sign hanging above them covered in ice cycles. Liberator nodded to the group they knew what to do and began scouting it out quietly and carefully. Cody saw the rusted visage of Fizz Top Grille and he noticed the lift only guarded by one raider. He pulled the blade from its sheath and jumped on the raider's back, slitting his throat before he could sound the alarm. He hit the button on the lift to see if anyone was inside. To his surprise, no one was there, not even a guard.

Just in case he opened the door behind the counter and went down the stairs once more, no one was there. With the Fizztop Grille being empty Cody called out to Able to spot and snipe. Able nodded, got out his scoped 308 rifle, and went into position. Liberator spotted a fleeing figure in the cold. The figure ran into Liberator hitting his armor with a *clunk*. With his headlamp shining it revealed the figure to be an enslaved woman dressed in rags. She tried to scream but an armored hand held her mouth shut.

Cody spoke to her. "It's ok we're going to free all of you just keep quiet."

Liberator pulled tools from a pouch and got to work quickly disarming the bomb collar. While one of the squad members gave her a spare blanket. The woman nodded and told them about the meeting the leaders were having and the constant disagreements between them. With that, she fled into the distance.

Liberator sneered behind his helmet "This is what we'll do we're going to spike their drinks once they drop dead without their leaders the other raiders will butcher each other. I got the arsenic I just need someone to sneak in."

Cody stepped up and nodded, nothing else was said. With the arsenic in hand, he moved through the darkness. He threw a couple of caps near the guards causing them to run from their post. He went right through the parlor's doors. It was empty but would be filled with raiders during the important meeting. He found his way to the cellar and looked for the wine. He found the wine they were going to drink it was 2060 vintage. He carefully pulled the cork and poured in the whole bottle of arsenic. With that, he hid under an old tarp. Just then Nisha and Max walked in along with William Black and Mags Black.

Colter and Porter Gage were nowhere to be found. William brought out a bottle of whiskey. Being under the tarp Cody didn't know about the whiskey. "Thank you all for coming." Said, William. "A toast to our victory Over the weak inhabitants and soon the Commonwealth."

William and Mags. Filled their glasses with whiskey. While the others preferred wine. As soon as they drank the wine, they collapsed dead on the floor. The plan was already working. The survivors who drank whiskey Believed that Colter and Gage were trying to completely take over and wipe them out. The Raider Civil War has just begun.

With rage, the surviving Raiders Began attacking William and Mags. The brother and sister duo managed to escape. Cody got out from the tarp once the other Raiders went after them. And the chaos and confusion he returned to Liberator and the group. Liberator snickered "Now we wait."

Soon what arose was a pure bloodbath. The Pack the Disciples and the Operators were now in a three-way civil war. The only ones who seem to enjoy it were the Disciples who continued slashing and tearing their way through, the scene of blood and gore. The pack used their numbers and ferocity to try to gain an advantage while the Operators sniped from afar. Porter Gage fled from the scene while Colter hid in the Cola Cards arena and climbed into his armor. While the battle was going on, the group began to sneak slaves to safety. Liberator was busy disarming their bomb collars and turning them into makeshift explosive charges. The freed slaves were thankful to the Ancient American. They were shocked, that the squad he was leading was a bunch of child soldiers That was until they realized they were from Fort Zion Rick Mason's Youth Battalion.

Hours of battle continued and would not slow down till the break of dawn. When the sun shined, the bloodbath was revealed. Bodies were everywhere. There were a few surviving stragglers, but they were so bled out and focused on each other it was an easy mop-up. The few Raiders left began pleading for their lives to be spared, only for Liberator and the group to execute them. The raiders left that was a threat were Colter, Gage, and a few operators. William and Mags were found dead with a bullet in both their foreheads they were slain by Able. Liberator decided to head into the arena and face Colter once and for all.

As he stepped into the arena The squad and freed slaves followed him in. Colter smiled behind his helmet. "So, you're the Liberator of Anchorage? You don't look like much. Heh, that T51 is the most run-down and battle-scarred suit of armor I've ever seen. When he saw the slaves fill the seats, his smile grew wider. "It's time for me to put you back in your place. Watch me slay your beloved Liberator."

Liberator replied. "Please, my suit ain't a bunch of shitty sheet metal welded together, and another thing my armor has seen over two centuries of war as have I one thing, Colter. Don't die on me too quickly. I want this to last."

Colter then had the electricity turned on in the arena electricity flowed in and out of his armor. Liberator wasn't fazed and assumed a fighting stance. He aimed his 50 Cal Browning and fired. To his confusion, Coulter's armor wasn't even scratched. That was then, he realized. The electricity was forming an impenetrable shield around Colter. The old ghoul growled. Liberator charged Colter and wrestled him. His suit, however, protected him. The electricity was being absorbed by his reserve cells bringing it back online. His visor's HUD flickered back to life.

With his immense strength combined with his armor, he shoulder charged sending Colter flying through the glass and operator booth crushing Gage and killing him in the process. Colter got back up and charged Liberator. Liberator simply stepped aside, letting Colter ram another wall. Whatever Liberator threw at him, grenades included, did nothing. His shield was still up. A slave then threw him a thirst zapper. He was confused, then realized with the water gun he could short out the shield. When he fired, the shield fizzled and crackled. The electricity stunned Colter. Liberator picked up his Browning emptying his remaining belt.

Colter's armor remained Functional, but barely. With his enemy's armor shutting down liberator decided to finish him and make him see the face of his executioner. He tore the back of Colter's armor and pulled him out. Colter wheezed, trying to catch his breath. Liberator took his own helmet off revealing his face. He was beyond terrifying. His nose and ears were completely rotted away. The white of his eyes was blacker than the abyss. Parts of his flesh and skin were rotted away exposing his left cheekbone along with part of his bottom lip exposing his teeth and gums.

He pulled out the sword of Shem Drowne from its scabbard. The blade glowed intensely with radiation. Colter stared into the eyes of his executioner. Liberator raised his blade and beheaded him on the spot. Rick and a large detachment of the Battalion cleared out the stragglers with that Minutemen flags were raised over Nuka World and the flags of the Raiders were cut down. With Nuka World freed, people from Dry Rock Gulch gave Liberator a gift. It was a large box. Inside were two beautifully crafted 44 magnums with ivory grips, along with a custom belt and holster that fit around his power armor like a glove. Liberator made one last announcement before their departure. "I couldn't have done it without Cody and his squad. It was Cody that poured the arsenic in the wine. It was the squad that set the charges and destroyed the outpost. If anyone is your true liberators, it is them, not me."

With their job done they headed back for Zion.