[color=ed1c24][h3][i][b]FORT KNOX[/b][/i][/h3][/color] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ad6EL-qTGl8[/youtube][/center] For years, the area of Fort Knox was a long-abandoned, mine-laden, robot patrolled, irradiated no man's land which challenged wanderers to see if they could score any of the blessed gold that might've been left behind, in view of the war causing a lockdown of all facilities. Now...things had changed. There was a stone-and-prefab-outpost wall around the perimeter of the base, allowing for soldiers to look out into the world with relative ease...and shoot at it. There was a main entrance area with a metal swing-gate that was currently letting in a hovercraft of some kind before closing its doors. Two powersuited figures with Super Sledges stood out there, seemingly at all times. There was an oddity about them, apart from them always standing rock-still, and it was this: Although the two suits were different in appearance, they were not the X-01 or X-02 powered armor suits. Even while one of them [i]clearly[/i] had the Black Devil helmet on and the other had the more classic model helmet, they were updates, courtesy of the Vault below, X-03 Powersuits. Moving on inside, you could see a wide range of troop and vehicle activity, lots of powersuits in motion along with the latest group of people taken in for inspection. This was an army base, after all. All the landmines were moved outside, all the intact buildings were made livable and given lead shielding against the radiation, and the ruined buildings were either scrap materials or...just left there. The gold vault faciility was the central building that figured into here, and the movie [i]Goldfinger[/i] did it no justice. This was a heavily-fortified building, and ALL the auto-turrets worked again. Any of the robots up here that were slavageable were also claimed, refitted, and told to patrol outside the perimeter wall, avoiding the mines. Now, we bring your focus over to two men, and this is actually kind of important. Their suits aren't just in good condition, but they are marked in certain highlights to denote that they are somewhat important. The bulked-up on with the Black Devil helmet has yellow highlights, the other in the classic helmet has them in green. Everyone knows that these men are the bosses. They are from the Fallout Sector. [color=00a651]"Okay, what's on the itinerary today?"[/color] [color=fff200]"For me? Well, I've gotta do a wee check-up on the MGB, an' tell it keep up wit' the clean-up operations."[/color] [color=00a651]"Again, with that? That seems like such a waste for a machine of that caliber."[/color] [color=fff200]"Aye, well, the plant won't build us any [i]construction[/i] equipment, no matter how we try an' coax her, so it's this or get yer raw recruits to start diggin' the irradiated soil themselves."[/color] [color=00a651]"I [i]have[/i] considered it for punishment detail, but Number One advises against it. I'm about to head over to a group now with Bob to do some proper suit training."[/color] [color=fff200]"With [i]Bob?![/i] Jack, are ya sure they're [i]ready[/i] for that kind of thing? Bob's a flippin' nutter, an' you know that."[/color] [color=00a651]"Yeah, he IS a nut, but he's [i]our[/i] nut, so no harm done. See ya later."[/color] The two men went their separate ways. The heavy-armored black-and-yellow suit was one that had a bunch of small utility arms hanging off of it, built up and custom-made by its occupant, Engineer Scott, Scotty McLaylen. As the Enclave's leading mechanical expert, he helped design and build a great many things. The troop-carrying hovercraft, the updated or custom-fitted powersuits, the MGB... You're probably wondering what the MGB [i]is[/i], right about now. Well, follow us as he heads on over to a stone building that looks like it's barely standing up in roughly a boxy shape, some of the pieces of it looking like they came from another building entirely. He came to the door, and opened it. [color=fff200]"MGB, activate."[/color] [b][i]CHOOM!![/i][/b] He flinched as the inside was now all just bright light. [color=fff200]"Turn that blasted thing off, an' get up!"[/color] And so, it did. [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsuiAEhKS5M[/youtube][/center] The walls and ceiling of the building shifted to the side as Scott stepped back, as this large robotic figure stood before him. It was machine that stood on reverse-jointed legs, starring at him with [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/bb06c37d-c88f-4d1c-8cf8-a33b884d9845.png]a cold and calculating eye.[/url] It had a smooth and sealed chassis, like some kind of [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ac7e751b-289e-464a-a3c6-8c2d1edda803.png]urban pacification robot[/url], but the single eye and clawed arms seemed more like some kind of [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c6f65dd5-a0c3-4797-9aae-4f9d5062095d.gif]alien war machine.[/url] In truth, though, the MGB was an automated heavy-armor military device...or a [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2cf3d55f-1392-4a15-ad95-4e0dd7c72b2c.png]Metal Gear[/url], codenamed 'The Box'. In brief, this machine was designed to move around the battlefield, and then under certain conditions be able to [i]bury itself[/i] by hauling intact rocks or rubble on top of itself to masquerade as part of the scenery. Most commonly, the adhesive/suction tendrils would pull in parts of a building to give it a roughly boxy cover, hence the name. Scott had built this thing using a minor-intellect super computer, the Vault's backup reactor, ALL of the Enclave's forcefield equipment, and parts forged by their factory levels. This machine built the stone walls, and it has lately been tasked to try to remove the most heavily-irradiated materials from the area. The MGB stood at the ready now. [color=fff200]"Right. Give yerself a perimeter sweep, and then resume Task-1A, the removal of harmful elements from the base vicinity."[/color] The machine turned to go do its task. Meanwhile, Jack in the black-and-green was meeting up with another group leader, who had [i]orange[/i] highlights, marking him as the Enclave's top Pyro Soldier, the one they called Bob. He...was a tall one, taller than Jack. Seemed to have heating elements on his suit, as well as the claymore on his back. They were now facing a group of recruits in their powerarmors - older models, used for training only - on their first day of proper powersuit introduction. Recruits to the Enclave were brought into this area, and they were almost never allowed below ground, where the Vault is. They had to live on the surface, using their lead-shielded areas and training suits in order to make it through the day. The challenge was to be able to perform all tasks adequately without even instruction. Anybody who screwed up, damaged the powersuit, etc. Ho boy... They had a Dornan Riot Act written up, ready and waiting for such an occasion. [color=00a651]"Alright, soldiers. Welcome to powersuit orientation. Follow all of my commands, and you'll not only operate that machine you've been wearing efficiently, but become its master and be issued a proper X-03 refit model for your daily tasks. [i]Don't[/i] listen, and it will hurt more, because Bob will [i]probably[/i] hit you."[/color] [color=f7941d]"There's no 'probably' about that."[/color] [color=00a651]"As you've noted, while the powersuit does allow you to perform tasks better, it doesn't do all the work for you. Your effort is still required to trigger the sensors that make it operate in conjunction with your body's actions. Sometimes, this makes reaction time a little slow, but with practice, you can sync up your actions with the movements of the suit perfectly."[/color] He dove into a combat somersault and flipped to his feet with ease. [color=00a651]"I'm wearing a custom model, but any suit can perform [i]that one[/i], no sweat. Now, you will notice that all powersuits have a double-layer in defense, which has allowed for the repair of certain sections of the suit without having to replace the whole unit. This does not, by ANY means, make you invincible. You may be a walking slab of metal on the [i]outside[/i], but you still have to withstand the stresses of any attack on the [i]inside[/i]. We'll have ourselves a demonstration, right now. You, in the front, step forward and prepare to fight."[/color] He pointed to a recruit, one Allen Parks, who was a man that tended to...fall into alot of dangerous and unusual circumstances out in the wastes, while somehow surviving them despite all the panicking and screaming. In fact, some might even say he was...[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGH1bh11c7M]kind of familiar.[/url] He stepped forward, and...[i]immediately[/i] focused on the [i]giant[/i] MGB that was stepping nearby! [color=ec008c][b]"Oh fuck... Oh FUCK... [i]I'M A BRAVE BOOOY!!![/i]"[/b][/color] [i]Dink![/i] Bob went over and smacked him in the helmet. [color=ec008c][b]"Whaaat?"[/b][/color] [color=f7941d]"Not [i]that thing[/i]. Over [i]there[/i]."[/color] He pointed over to a single standing powersuit with a Super Sledge on its back. Allen looked this over, attached the powerfist he'd been issued, went over, and smacked into the thing! The powersuit lurched back, seemingly glared at him, pulled out the sledge unit, and [i]WHAM![/i] Thrown back towards the group by the force of its blow as Jack turned to the rest of them. [color=00a651]"[i]That[/i] is not a man in a suit. That is a Replicant, a powersuit filled with robotics to make it look like an actual soldier. They're more solid, they don't feel pain, and they do not fear. They make excellent shields and they can hit pretty hard, but...they lack the soldier's edge."[/color] Allen raised a hand from where he lay. [color=ec008c][b]"Is that what's out by the front gates?"[/b][/color] [color=00a651]"Yes, it is. They're also decent eyes and ears."[/color] Now, he was [i]about[/i] to continue, but there was a sudden call over the radio that Jack was needed at the foremost guard station, which was fairly close by. Turning to the rest, he said [color=00a651]"Well, I'm being called away, so for now, I leave you in Bob's capable hands. I wish you all good luck."[/color] before turning and heading off. Allen and the other recruits looked over at Bob now, uncertain as to how things were to progress. For a moment, there was nothing, but then... [color=f7941d]"Hit me."[/color] [b][color=ec008c]"What?"[/color][/b] [b][i][color=f7941d]"HIT ME!!!"[/color][/i][/b] Aaand as that went on, we'll move over to the guard station, where a few soldiers were waiting. It's just a standard refurbished building that was...currently being powerwashed. Jack asked them what was up, and they told 'im. [b]"Yeah, I think we have a problem, sir. We were inspecting some guys who wandered too close to the base, looked like caravaners, but we think maybe smugglers. I mean, generally don't care unless they're smuggling something to harm us, and it seems alright, but one guy...ho boy. He uhhh...got violently ill, all of a sudden. We're thinking maybe disease."[/b] [color=00a651]"How sudden, and how violent?"[/color] [b]"He turned pale green on the spot, and vomited all over the place in a panic."[/b] [color=00a651]"The hell? What'd you DO?"[/color] [b]"Nothing! The interrogation was over! We didn't even [i]harm[/i] them! I just said to take them for processing, and the guy let loose!"[/b] [color=00a651]"How're his friends?"[/color] [b]"Normal, confused."[/b] [color=00a651]"No disease, then?"[/color] [b]"Not that we could SEE, but we wanted to check with you first."[/b] [color=00a651]"Uh-[i]huh[/i]... Wait a minute. You said 'processing'?"[/color] [b]"Yeah, I said 'Take them for processing', as in information processing."[/b] [color=00a651]"Oh, good lord... Guys, he might've been thinking 'meat processing'."[/color] All of them reacted with disgust and disbelief. [b]"Who the hell would [i]think[/i] that?! I mean, WHY?"[/b] [color=00a651]"Well, we [i]are[/i] a bunch of peeps in scary black powersuits with a bad rep a mile long. Doesn't help that Number One keeps calling our recruitments 'Human Resourcing', either"[/color] Yeah, that Number One was a weird guy. Started calling people by designated numbers, never seemed to get out of his powersuit, saw practically [i]everything[/i] that went on... They had their work cut out for them to seem halfway-tolerable to the wasteland. That's why this place was so well-protected. [i]All kinds of folks[/i] wanna take their shots at the Enclave, and they couldn't allow it.