Fallout: The Union

by OmeganQueen

It is the zenith of the 22nd Century. The Enclave, repulsed by the idea of another world power inheriting America, declares war against the Dominion. A burgeoning titan of the Old World versus an industrial juggernaut of the New World, to the victor go the spoils. ( Rated M for you-know-what reasons )

1. Prologue

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Greetings and salutations, dear readers!

Here it is, a small page for the second book for the Dominion's conquest of the American Wasteland. Just enough to put it up on the site while I set up the first chapter.

For new readers, a little message should be in order: On the off chance that you ( yes you, the aforementioned reader ) might be lacking context and jumping right into the little AU world I've been cooking up - please please, read the first book 'Fallout: The Dominion'. It's 85 Chapters, might be a little of a slog to read through, but it's the foundation of this story that I've had the pleasure of spending 7 years building up.

Please, feel free to check it out. I'm also currently working on another in-universe story set in Europe, titled 'Fallout: The Angevin Empire'. Feel free to check that out as well.

For those familiar with the Dominion, I tip my proverbial hat to you. Thank you so much for your support of this fanfic, and I appreciate your input especially during the moments when writer's block was at its worst.

I'd very much like to thank Blaze1992 and 4RG4D3G4 for their contributions, ideas and OC's that have made an indelible impact to my writing.

As I've mentioned before, I'd be happy to entertain discussions of ideas that could possibly improve the story as it goes. So, get those creative juices running dear readers, and let's get talking!

Oh, and I haven't forgotten the disclaimer: As much as I love it to pieces, I don't own Fallout, just my OC's.

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When the Old World ended in nuclear fire on October 2077, a great leader dared to rise against the ultra-capitalist thralls of Vault-Tec.

His name was Roman Stern, the first Roman Stern. A soldier of the American Commonwealth, burdened with glorious purpose. Before emerging to reclaim the Texas Wasteland, under his guidance, the scientists of Vault 115 created the first generation of bio-engineered superhumans. The Aesir became our weapon against the fallout and mankind's degenerate mongrel offspring. They faced all manner of hideous mutations, and every thinkable man-made horrors.

With their strength, their resilience, and their unquestioning loyalty, they triumphed and reclaimed the broken wasteland, allowing our brightest minds to construct the venerable idyll- our beautiful Elysion.

Roman Stern took the mantle of High Marshal, dictator perpetuo of our fledgling nation. His first act upon assuming office was to give us a name. That day, we became the Dominion. And like our namesake, we ushered in a new era of technological renaissance through the conquest of the wasteland.

But our quest for reclamation did not go unchallenged.

The techno-barbarian cult known as the Brotherhood of Steel, jealous of our prosperity and fiercely coveting the grand technologies at our disposal, launched a brazen and unprovoked assault on our frontier. This was the beginning of the Brotherhood-Dominion War. It was our first true test, for all to see if we were worthy of our name.

The war taught us much. Our enemy taught us much. The greatest lesson we have learned was that in the face of adversity, the people of the Dominion are ever stronger.

At the cusp of Dominion victory, the beleaguered Brotherhood of Steel resorted to cowardly means. Roman Stern was assassinated on February 13, 2104. But ever the cunning strategist, Stern managed to secure his successor mere moments prior to his eventual death.

With renewed zeal, and righteous fury, the aesir immortal High Marshal Roman Stern II drove the black-hearted Brotherhood of Steel into the mountains of Pride's Fall and won a decisive victory that ended the war. With the defeat of the Brotherhood of Steel came a hard-won peace. The tribals, whether by admiration or out of fear, embraced Dominion ideals and submitted to annexation.

Soon all of Texas was in Dominion hands.

Now, as we reach the zenith of the 22nd Century, our great dream of uniting the entirety of the American continent has drawn the attention of yet another contender.

A titan of the Old World, an adversary armed with the secrets of the Commonwealth and the terrible weapons of a bygone era. This war is more than a war of territories, it is a war that will decide the future of America. A New World ruled by an ultra-capitalist government that would surely render it into a dried husk, versus a New World ruled by the rightful inheritor and protector of the human race.

Even now, as the Enclave hammer at our very doorstep, we must remember the great dream. Even as the days look bleak, we must not lose sight of the bright future ahead. Never forget that for as long as Elysion stands, the Dominion stands.

Join us, sons and daughters of the Dominion, as we repel the invaders. Join your brothers and sisters, your fathers and mothers, as we take the battle to the streets. Reclaim the lost territories, repay every inch of desecrated soil with the blood of our enemies.

Rise and be victorious!

- Propaganda Leaflet, Published by the Dominion Ministry of Truth

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