[color=00aeef][b]Free Commonwealth Expeditionary Force
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Black clouds of smoke trailed the train as it chugged down the tracks. Every so often it word tear apart some barricade foolishly placed in the way by raiders, thinking they could stop the train. The pilot positioned in front of the train, pushed aside obstacles with ease.  The train pulled cart after cart of soldiers. Mobilizing from the comforts of the Free Commonwealth, to the battle torn south. Their allies in Florida requested aid, and the Commonwealth answered the call.   The men clutched their weapons as they sat on the ground of the railroad carts. Just listening to the clacking of the wheels on the tracks. They were packed tightly, as only a few Locomotives were available to take them on their journey. Most had traveled west, and had yet to return. 

The journey from Philly to Baltimore was completed with relative ease, the next leg of the journey was the more perilous one. Asides from the ever so often barricade, shots could be heard hitting the sides of the train. For the most part they were reflected by the armoring but every so often a bullet would hit a weak spot and make its way inside, hitting some unlucky soul. For many of the soldiers, it was the first time they had ridden the Iron horse, and most just couldn’t believe they were travelling such a long distance in a short amount of time. Well short when compared to walking. 

The train began to screech as the brakes were applied, and it began to slow down. They had reached their destination. They had arrived to a rail yard in the outskirts of Washington. This was as far as the Commonwealth engineers had gotten to repairing and re-laying tracks. They would’ve kept going, but the closer you got to Washington, the more perilous the journey became, and they had to be recalled so they could lay train tracks leading west to the Pitt from the old capital of Harrisburg.  

As the trains came to a halt, the gunners located atop the train carts kept vigilant eye for raiders. The doors to the armored carts opened up and soldiers began pouring out, they were relieved to be out of such a tight confined space, and having room to stretch. The officers were shouting commands, telling the men and women to line up by platoons, and to get ready to move out as soon as possible. They didn’t want to waste time in this old railyard. They wanted to quickly move and take on those that defied the rule of the Most Serene. The men quickly grabbed their weapons, and lined up. The support train with supplies were being unloaded, and they were ordered to assist. 

The Intel they received from the most Serene’s messengers, indicated that there was a large force located at Point Lookout. That was roughly 100 miles from their current location, 2-3 days marching. However, traversing DC would be a hassle, sections were highly radioactive, and the raider roamed the wasteland. The idea was to split up in various groups and descend upon the city like a tempest, and shoot and kill any that opposed them. This way and attack from the rear would be less likely, and their Friends, the Children of Atom that resided in the area, might welcome the aid. However, whatever route they took, they were on a time table. They were the land force sent to attack from the north, but a landing party, and attack vessels would attack from the east.