Andreyich

Lilith: A Fallout RP

I will drop my post before I go to work

War Never Changes III: Annals of the East

A fun question for everyone: What is your faction's elite? Their Brotherhood Paladins, their Institute Coursers, their NCR Veteran Rangers?

The Grand Confederacy doesn't hold to traditional Haudenosaunee beliefs regarding those killed in wartime (although they do believe that those killed in the Great War remain to haunt the world,) mostly because it's impractical to have such a societal taboo when it comes to dying in battle when 80% of the threats out there will kill you violently. Their elites are Turtle Warriors: named partially after the capital, and partly after the fact that they're the only ones permitted to wear Power Armour. Turtle Warriors are trained at Bonfire Base, the former Camp Greyling, and are expected to not only be entirely self-sufficient on the field, but also superlative soldiers, and are outfitted with the best weaponry the Confederacy has access to, most of which was also taken/made from the blueprints they got from Camp Greyling.

@Irredeemable

Nightkin, behemoths, supermutant masters, and wasteland tanks.

Nightkin are simple. They have all the superhuman features of supermutants like strength, speed, reactions, senses, etc. However they typically have the enhanced intelligence of 1st gen mutants. But most importantly, they are able to utilize all of this while invisible from their stashes of stealth-boys. That said they do not need them to be stealthy, they know well how to use camouflage, make no sound when moving despite their bulk, so on and so forth. They will be subsequently armed with the best weapons around.

Behemoths are simply giants, although in Cockburne's army they will now sometimes carry improvised cannons of sorts rather than mere clubs.

Supermutant masters are simply very large and intelligent supermutants, social darwinism providing them great weapons

The wasteland tanks on the other hand are products of The Forge, which while certainly not as good as pre-war craft are more than enough for deflecting small arms while being fast and carrying some heavy weapons. Of course more organized and advanced troops can make short work of them using terrain and explosives but they certainly terrify and are impervious to what many smaller communities and tribes will have.

N.E.O. - New Earth Oracle

>>>9th March, 1991

>>>Leningrad streets

Pasha walked through the streets with Vanyok, the duo shaking their head to the rhythm of the beat in their respective headphones. "Fuck man, and you said you got this free?"

"Yeah. Dima knows a guy, made the connection."

"Who's the guy?"

Pasha grinned. "A guy. You don't have to know him to get it."

"Come on, man, really? You know me!"

"Yeah I do, but… well, your dad and everything."

A grimace came upon Vanyok. "Yeah, okay. So you keep me around to make sure he can get us out of shit but beyond that I'm 'one of them'. Fantastic."

"Why are you speaking for me? We've only been talking for like a month and I've only known who your dad is for, like, a week."

“Whatever. Let’s go.” he said, opening the door in the alley they entered. After greeting a few people they went up a flight of stairs where Kolyan and Dima were waiting.

“You ready?” Pasha asked, picking up the guitar.

“Yeah. Here we can sing some shit about workers of the world uniting eh Vanya?”

“Fuck off man.”

“Oh come on, I saw like twenty Polish plates you know. Something’s happening, we want you to look good for daddy. Got to forget any music that might point out we’re the same fascist capitalist bourgeiousie whatever your family preaches against. Got to forget anything that can get you kicked out of the Komsomol eh?”

Vanya began one of many teenage bouts of fisticuffs, his first dive on his counterpart ruining one of Leningrad’s greatest mohawks.

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>>>Leningrad Academy of Sciences

Shprotov smiled to the assembled company, nodding to the Romanian delegation as they took their seats in the meeting room. He looked down at his notes, once more mentally rehearsing the who’s-who. From the scientists of all the Warsaw pact states, to the military attaches, to the diplomats, to the strange Spetsnaz in an off-white uniform pouring himself a glass of water by the window. Pressing a button, the delegation from Cuba and other observer states of the Pact were immediately put on screen.

“Comrades, it is so good to see you!” Shprotov said, giving a measured grin to everyone present in the hopes of ceasing the sweat upon most of them. Since The Arrival the Soviet Union had been far less dominating than it once was letting the rest of the Warsaw Pact nations run much of their own affairs. Unfortunately for the new PR image the Soviets wished to cultivate, most of the men in the room were alive in a time when this was not the case, when a wrong move in Russia could mean their death within their homelands.

“I am sure you are all aware of current events and have read the agenda, but let us summarize. Several states have made moves to try demonstrate their efforts in the space race. They are laughable to the American NASA, not to speak of us — the glorious heirs of Gagarin, Korolev, Tereshkova. At the same time, there have been more recent researches into products of The Visit that leave us with the possibility of travel that is faster than light. A thought that once was the product of our pioneers in science-fiction is now a possibility to arise from Baikonur within our lifetimes. Comrades, brothers, we do not want the Soviet Union to be the only bearer of the bounties of the stars.”

The speaker licked his lips, pressing another button upon his desk. “We will reply affirmative to Rio. But we will remind the world who holds the orbit. As of today, the entirety of the Soviet holdings in space are being distributed amongst members of the Warsaw pact. Trucks are being driven to your nations to build the infrastructure for space flight, as well as factories to produce the actual spacecrafts. We shall have even the smallest of our glorious Pact’s members eclipse the upstarts. Indeed, even as this transfer happens the Soviet Union is preparing to launch entirely new lines of satellites and shuttles both automated and manned. Our astronauts will toast to the success of the worker united!”

Many a set of glasses were donned to review the figures before the delegations in shock. None dared raise the matter of global impact and perception of these announcements save the representative of the Soviet Ministry of Foreign Affairs. “The space debris? The weapons? Do you not realize the amount of objections that will be had? Within our nations and without?”

“They will be quiet when we remind them this is all a prerequisite for our offer of free access to GLONASS to the entire damn world regardless of relations to the Soviet Union. Any who still whine will eventually see the light. Trust me.” The strange Spestnazer spoke. His lips curled in a smile, though the rest of his face hadn’t moved in the slightest.

“Thank you Teimuraz.” Shprotov said, clearing his throat and shuffling a few papers. “A new age awaits us!” he said, trying to diffuse the situation. Nobody had raised any voices, and yet after the speech of the Tatar soldier Shprotov knew that everyone in the room had sweat pouring down their backs now more than ever. He made a mental note to ask of these strange new Corps. among his sources. Whatever they were they kept his mind uneasy even as he went through the boring bullshit of bureaucracy within the meeting of Internationale Vanguards.

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It's up on the zeroth post of the CS tab.

@Yam I Am

ur a god

EDIT: To be a greedy little bitch I'd also ask for a colour coding if possible

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@Andreyich

The Confederacy has a long memory, and some of their numbers have also made a trek from west to east (specifically some Pacific North-Western tribes have joined the Confederacy) so even if Cockburne's army tried to make amends, they'd find themselves quite rapidly facing the wrong end of Confederacy miniguns. Definitely some common history there though.

@Irredeemable

Fair enough, they'd probably just restrict contact to having nightkin kidnap people every so often then, as the migratory tribes in particularly would probably have a bad member of the supermutants (hell some of them could have been refugees from Cockburne's onslaught in the first place).

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@Irredeemable btw, I'm pretty sure Cockburne's army would have run into the natives quite a lot on their long march from the West to the Midwest and East (especially when they were needing to replenish their losses from slaughtering the Chicago Enclave) so there's probably some common history. Most likely the muties kidnapped some people for FEV dipping but now try to sort of make amends to allow some measure of trade to go down, or if not then continue the usual business

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@Andreyich I believe @Yam I Am has done it. Also, @FalloutJack Something to keep in mind is that the Iroquois Confederacy, where the Grand Confederacy draws a lot from, has a lot of pre-war tribal ties to the Cherokees, who live in the areas your Enclave now inhabit. If you mistreat the local tribals, the Confederacy will be pissed. If you don't, the confederacy will merely be extremley concerned at having the government come back to mistreat them all over again.

@Irredeemable

Havent seen it

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Id be honoured if someone could map all the claims

The Crownless King

Sure

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The armies of Slasher and Johnson both had around a thousand mutants in their ranks, but they functioned very differently. Johnson in many ways represented the old ways. A new Attis or Gammorin or Keene or Tabitha, they were a true horde. They travelled with whatever they could carry on their hands or back, fully expecting that through slaughter or intimidation they would grab loot, potentially discarding what they arrived with entirety as their meagre ammo stores ran out in favour for better craft. They had brought some FEV with them but for the most part they expected to replenish their numbers by assimilating other supermutant warbands or finding new FEV.

Slasher was entirely different in modus operandi. He did the professionalism implied in "Cockburne's army" justice, it was a true Expedition. Almost half of the force was dedicated to the support of those who would be fighting. Smiths, mechanics, commanders, radio operators, medics, technicians, negotiators. They rode a column with brahmin towing many carts of supplies, RVs were bearing labs, smithies, repair rooms. Cars were used and modified to bring mutants into the close combat they had such an advantage over humans in. Trucks were armoured to make APCs, tractors modified to be IFVs and bulldozers turned into veritable tanks. Only a few hundred mutants of the more than thousand strong force would find themselves going off to raid, fight, scavenge or more peaceful matters trade, investigation, diplomacy. The rest would remain at the camps they would form to ensure the rest would work as efficiently as possible in the field.

But ultimately they were born of the same root and terminated in the same goal.

Johnson’s Army first headed North for a detour to the great lake coast, hoping to strike at the lucrative trade routes there. They did just that of course. Johnson sat on the pile of heads that his underlings had assembled him, watching through the hundreds of mutants before him walk over to present what tribute they had recovered from the town that had been hit. One brought a gatling laser, another a rack of fusion cores, a third a water purification chip. Good, but none were what was truly wanted. Cockburne had commanded that they go East, but Johnson was confident he was making the right choice by not rushing and first consolidating his resources. But no, this paltry town would not do. He threw over his shoulder the helmeted head of the Chieftain of the place, supposed to be some great warrior without parallel. Rising up by his improvised handholds, Johnson grinned at the squelches before moving to address his troops. The mutant had to admit that Cockburne’s methodes were effective. It felt good to have all the flat-capped heads of his armies turn at once with a salute as he cleared his throat.

“One more hour for the looting, then we move out!” he cried out. Nightkin with the army were to later clean up, and leave no trace that it was Cockurne’s army that had been behind the atrocity, with but a few supermutants heading south with the slaves of the place to dip them into FEV back in Titan City. It was a good day’s work, yes. But greater treasures awaited!

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Slasher was a second generation supermutant, hence the less articulate, tribal name. But potential was seen in him by Attis who had implanted cybernetics into him to ensure he would perform far above what he was born into by the FEV of Texas. Now he was in a position almost akin to the Lieutenant of centuries past, serving the new De Facto Master of supermutants: Jordan Cockburne. But he did not let himself by trapped in what many called old world blues, even if his definition of the term differed by quite a bit from what most humans defined it as. Though bearing wisdom of his own, Slasher believed in the wisdom of Cockburne. The Colonel was wise, for he saw past the pettier conquests of Attis, Gammorin, and the others. He knew that what mattered was the survival of the supermutant race.

His service to the glorious leader had lead him East. Cockburn’e army had good knowledge of the Pitt through the traders that travelled between there and Columbus. But beyond that Pitt was a very alien place to the super mutants. These new treasures had to come into grasp of the Army. Overlooking the billowing cloud of smoke and evaporated coolant that his column made, he knew that this was the future. Eventually the cures to the ails of the supermutant race would be found. Eventually Unity would be achieved, as all men would see the wisdom of super-mutation. Violence would not need to be had! After all, why would men refuse to become so clearly better?

Pressing down the pedal of his command vehicle, Slasher grinned. The Master would reward him for this.