Andronicus23

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

@Andronicus23I noticed that you mentioned the Nahant docks in your CS, if you wanted we could do a bit a collab in our CS's about both factions meeting each other during this time?

@Leos Klien

Sure, that sounds good to me. Perhaps The Institute traded information about their fight with The Brotherhood in exchange for The Nahant Enclave's assistant in acquiring and outfitting the vessel or something?

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

AKA: CIT Relocation Initiative

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History:

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History: During the attack on CIT by The Brotherhood of Steel, scientists, personnel, and Synths inside The Institute began a coordinated evacuation protocol. In order to buy time for the escape, a number of Synths were left behind to stall The Brotherhood’s forces, but many other first, second, and third generation synths retreated alongside their human masters.

With their hidden underground paradise breached and destroyed, members of The Institute had only one choice: retreat to the hated surface. Their first objective was to rally their surviving forces and take an inventory of their supplies and resources: their second objective was to get as far away from The Brotherhood of Steel as possible.

With Father gone, leadership fell to the remaining leaders of The DIrectorate who took charge of the remnants and set out to relocate The Institute’s denizens to a safer region. It seemed logical to attempt to locate and seize a working Vault which, barring official government bunkers, was likely the closest thing to their home that they would be able to find. To that end, Synth scouts were sent to Vaults in the northeast United States whose locations had been known on CIT databanks. Of the units that successfully returned, the most promising location appeared to be a Vault in what used to be Bar Harbor, Maine. The Synth that scouted this Vault had apparently been invited inside after he was mistaken by the residents as being a pre-war detective. The Synth reported back that the Vault was in excellent condition and that it appeared to be inhabited almost entirely by robots.

Wasting no time, The Directorate ordered The Institute personnel to the island by seizing a large oceanic research vessel from the Nahant docks, and landing in Bar Harbor (now known as ‘Far Harbor’) after a few days of sea travel. Stealth Courser units were deployed onto the island, and with Gen-2 and Gen-1 Synth units in support, they launched an attack on Vault 118. The robots of the Vault were easily overwhelmed and seized, and it proved trivial for Robotics Division scientists to reprogram the robobrain residents and their Mr. Handy and Protectron attendants to serve The Institute’s interests.

Since taking control of the Vault and meeting the immediate needs of food, water, and power. The Institute has been keeping their heads down and observing the island as well as their old home in The Commonwealth. Working under the guise of newly emerged (and quite secretive) Vault Dwellers, they established limited contact with the residents of Far Harbor, trading some goods between them. When they send agents out beyond their new Vault home, a strict protocol of secrecy is maintained. Using Institute weaponry, armor, or equipment beyond the Vault is strictly forbidden and great care is taken to ensure that nothing could be traced back to them.

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Notable People: Members of the previous Directorate (Clayton Holdren, Allie Filmore), Dr. Victor Harland (OC), Z9-23 (OC) and other members of The Institute.

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

@Andronicus23I agree, you could be connected to Far Harbour, you could a settlement they've established on the mainland for better trade, which would be a better idea on implementation.

@Leos Klien

Well my idea would be that their essentially masquerading as Vault Dwellers. And trading with the people of Far Harbor (and in turn The Commonwealth) for goods that they still need.

If putting The Institute in Far Harbor is too disconnected though, I'll try for a different location. It was just my first choice.

To be honest, I wasn't sure on how to include Far Harbor in this.

So you'd be eager on having Far Harbor be turned into a four-way situation? The Harborists, the Children of Atom and those in Arcadia?

@NecroKnight

I'd be fine with that. That way if anyone wanted to take up any of those factions, they'd be free too. The Institute would be keeping their heads down initially and essentially just pretending to be newly emerged Vault Dwellers, but they'd be keen on scouting out the island and figuring out how best to position themselves there.

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

On the other hand, it does seem like a shame to exclude Far Harbor entirely from this. Since its such a great location. But I agree the logistics might make it a little hard.

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

Thinking about joining....would Far Harbor be too far removed from the action to be relevant?

I was considering taking over The Institute remnants and having them migrate over to Far Harbor. The premise would be that after scouting out locations of still-active Vaults, they determined that Vault 118 showed some of the most promise, and so moved their operations there with the goal of expanding and renovating it.

They'd still be interested in the goings-on in The Commonwealth, but after the debacle that happened I would think it would be logical for them to want to get the hell out of dodge.

War Never Changes

Sanctuary Hills

The green and vibrant community of Sanctuary Hills felt warm and inviting as Thomas stepped out onto the sidewalk. He felt the warmth of the afternoon sun beating down and took a deep breath, before continuing on down the street. Dressed in his usual professional attire and carrying a briefcase. As he walked, Mr. Able who was in the process of mowing his lawn stopped to give him a wave,

"Afternoon Tom! Back from work at the College then? Hey the missus wants to know if you and your wife would like to have dinner next Tuesday. How about it?"

Thomas ignored the friendly neighborly banter and didn't even turn to look at Mr. Able. His rudeness, oddly enough, didn't seem to be noticed, and Mr. Able simply gave a friendly smile and went back to his yard-work with a cheerful whistle. Thomas continued onward without a word or any thought to any of his neighbors at all, but when reached the steps of his own front door though, his hand froze as he reached out to grab the handle. A thousand different thoughts raced through his mind, and he considered turning back and leaving right then and there.

I shouldn't be here. I need to leave.

"Dad's home!"

The voice coming from the window caused Thomas to look up, and shake him from his stupor. The face of a young boy was plastered against the glass, beaming a wide smile. He couldn't help but grin himself.

Against his better judgement, he stepped inside. As he sat his briefcase to the side, he was immediately set upon by the small boy, who ran and hugged him,

"Hello Shaun..." Thomas smiled as he wrapped his arms around him.

"Welcome home honey. You're early....I was just getting ready to start dinner." Nora walked up from across the room, and she leaned in to give him a kiss. Thomas winced at the touch of her lips, and an odd feeling washed over him. The thoughts from earlier once again rushed back.

"That's okay...actually, I was thinking...that...perhaps...perhaps I need to go."

"Go? But you just got here..." Nora asked with a quizzical turn of her head, "Shaun's been waiting for you all day to get home. Is something wrong?"

"No...everything is fine," Thomas stuttered, "I'm just..." He looked down at the face of his son, and saw the disappointment in the child's eyes. It was too much for him, and he couldn't bring himself to say it. "I'll just be a minute. Old Mrs. Abernathy stopped me on my way over and asked if I could help her move something. You know how she is. Tell you what, I'll go help her real quick and then I'll ask her if I can bring you back some of her cookies? How does that sound?"

"Yeah! That'd be awesome. Cookies for dinner!"

"No Shaun, cookies for dessert," Nora then turned to her husband and gave a wink, "I'm glad you aren't going far. You had me worried there for a moment...you're so thoughtful to help her....I love you."

"I love you too," He said, as leaned in to kiss her once more, "And you too Shaun. I love you."

"I love you too Dad. See you soon, okay?"

"Okay. I'll be right back," Thomas said as he stepped back out of the house and onto the sidewalk.

I can't...I can't keep coming back here.

He walked briskly down to the end of the street where an old woman sat rocking in her chair. She greeted him warmly, "Ooo evening Mr. Milburn. Come to help out an old lady?"

"Reset memory cycle for all units. Initialize sequence 'Lazy Saturday'. Enable looping. Authorization code: Omega 4 3 Ark." Thomas stated quickly.

The old woman froze, and her eyes stared up at him with a blank expression,

"Command accepted. Have a nice day Director."

Without another word, Thomas immediately began walking away and down the path that led out of Sanctuary Hills. As he was about to cross the small bridge that spanned the creek, he looked back one last time, sighed, and then pressed a button on an unseen panel. A door immediately opened up with a noticeable hiss, revealing a bright light beyond, and also showing the scenery to be the illusion that it really was.

He stepped out and the door closed behind him. Now inside the pristine looking observation room, he reached out and grabbed the carefully folded white lab-coat that had been left for him, and put it on over his clothes. As he did so, a door on the other side of the room slid open, and a young woman wearing a white and red jumpsuit walked in.

"Good morning Director Milburn. I apologize for the interruption."

"Not at all A4. I was just about to leave as a matter of fact. I've concluded my testing for the day. Go on."

"Thank you sir. I was asked by Dr. Secord to give you a message. She wonders if it would be possible for you to meet her in the SRB war room for a debriefing on the intel regarding the Synth infiltration of The Brotherhood of Steel. She says the mission is still ongoing, but that they've gained quite a bit of valuable information already."

"Of course. I'll head over to the Bureau right away then. I'm very interested to hear her status report."

"Very good sir. There is another matter that she wished to relay to you as well. You had asked that strict surveillance be placed on the Wright sisters' residence. An individual arrived at the Publick Occurrences office a short time ago. The subject in question had apparently asked about you specifically sir, and about your connection to Ms. Piper."

"And?" Thomas raised an eyebrow.

"The individual self-identified as 'Desmond Lockheart' and appeared to be a non-human 'ghoul'. SRB cross referenced this name against its internal database and found several references to him as a member of the pre-war international intelligence community, and a former agent of a pre-war British organization called 'MI6'. SRB advises that..."

Thomas held up a hand to stop her, "That'll be all. I'm familiar with the man in question...moreso than SRB ever could be. I'll speak with Dr. Secord regarding it when I arrive."

"Very good sir. That is all I had to report."

"Then before you return to your duties, I have a task for you of my own. I would like you to relay a message to someone else..."

"Of course sir."

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

Mr. Mysterious Cultist - Outside The Hull
"Her roots," she began, her voice breaking, "her roots are here, with us. I'm sorry fer your loss, but our loss is deeper. Simple as that."
Corrine paused, to realize people were still staring at her. "Ah...oh, I guess I mean...no. Ya can't have Avery." She looked around to the stony faces of the other harborfolk, and suddenly felt irritated. "Well, ain't I right?!"

"Stop calling her Avery," The cultist snapped, his voice laden with anger. After a pause he then added, his voice becoming softer, but no less stern "..please. That is not her name. The body of the woman you hold....her name was...is...Alice. The designation given to her by her creators was AS-33, but Alice is the name she chose for herself. The face you see now on her...the face of your Avery...that is not the face she was given either, but it is the one that she took on. It was an attempt at peace...one that did not succeed."

"I have an question, well two actually" James stated with Brotherhood armour voice box echoing it down to the helmeted cultist "How did you know Avery was an synth? and do you know why it had replaced Avery?

"Have you not figured it out by now?" The cultist asked matter-of-factly, perhaps even a bit surprised at the question, "The Synths of Acadia....and The Children of Atom.....even The Trappers..are as one now. United behind The One who leads us. One who will unite the island and bring lasting peace. Peace through The Mother of The Fog. Not through Atom...or through deception...but through The Mother. Who is The Mother?"

The cultist spread his arms wide, and seemed to be cloaked in the rolling mist, "Look around you. She is everywhere. Accept her, and even the creatures of the island shall bow to you."

The next question came from The Brotherhood soldier,

“How did the synths of the island become so intimate with you? How do synths living peacefully in Acadia or Far harbor just up in leave their homes and become fanatical cultists the next day? No, I think Corrine is right. Whatever Avery was, she was a member of a family here first.”

"And how does a Grand Zealot of The Children of Atom cast off the faith he once was willing to kill and die for, that he did kill for, and instead embrace the new?" The Cultist responded, his tone was unwavering, "Perhaps it is because they were both shown a different path, a path that led them both to the end they desired. And besides..." The cultist stretched out his hand, and a large gulper slithered up from behind him, coming out of the fog and nuzzling its head in his palm, "After you've seen the things we have. It is quite hard to remain a non-believer."

"People of Far Harbor!" The cultist suddenly yelled out, "Have you not wondered from where the Fog comes? Have you not wondered why it ebbs and flows like the tide? Have you never wondered why the creatures within dare not stray from its embrace, as a newborn might fear to stray from its mother? Have you never considered that it seemed to have a will of its own?"

The cultist left the questions hanging in the air, leaving the townspeople to decide for themselves what the answer might be,

"I have promised you a kindness for a kindness. Return Alice to us...return our sister, and we will do the same for you."

The cultist turned around and nodded his head. Immediately a band of white-clad individuals stepped forth, the lower half of their robes and boots were caked with dirt. In their hands, they bore a simple wooden coffin. Gently, they laid it down before them.

"Avery," The cultist uttered the name solemnly, "She belongs with her family."

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Dr. Arthur West - Returning to Salem Clinic

"I'd best be off. I'll see you after the meeting then Rick." Arthur said as he waved a farewell and exited the diner. He made the short walk back to the clinic in remarkably good spirits, hopeful that Rick's discovery and his plan to obtain support would be able to provide the much needed aid to the town. He had visions of disguised Institute Synths assisting with things around the town and some actual medical equipment and supplies being delivered to the Clinic. Perhaps even a Courser or two to safeguard his patients. He knew of course that he'd be lucky to get even a small portion of that, if at all, but he couldn't help but imagine what he could do with The Directorate's full backing.

"Frieda are you back?" Arthur said asked as he stepped back into the clinic. His question was immediately answered when he saw Frieda and the woman from the Inn standing near one of the patient beds.

Celeste? I think her name was... He thought to himself. He wasn't sure he'd been properly introduced to her, only that he'd asked her for any spare medical supplies and she'd been one of the few who had answered.

He stopped when he saw that Frieda was leaning over and appeared to be treating someone on the bed.

"Oh dear...here we go again..." He muttered as he rushed over, "What's happened?" He asked calmly, looking between the two women for answers, "Good lord this man looks like he's been through hell and back..."

Arthur began carefully inspecting Adam, making a mental note of each of the immediate major injuries he could see,

"Second, possible third degree burns along the right side of his face, neck and torso...lacerations across his..." Arthur stopped for moment, realizing that the injuries he'd suffered were consistent with some sort of animal attack. The teeth marks however...

"He was attacked by ghouls?" Arthur pondered aloud.

He considered for a moment just what sort of situation the man had gotten himself into before realizing that it was pointless to speculate.

"Thank you for helping him Frieda," Arthur said, as he touched her on the shoulder, "I don't know what I'd do without you. I'll take it from here. Now Ms...Celeste...is it? I understand you are concerned for your friend but I'll need you to please step back. You can stay in the Clinic if you like, but I want you to stay calm and sit down in one of the pews over there. Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to help him. I don't usually like to toot my own horn so to speak..." Arthur cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed he used such a cliche'd expression, "...but I daresay there's no better clinic in the wasteland for him to be in."

Arthur gave Frieda a knowing look, and then turned back to Adam,

"Now then...lets begin. I'll start by wrapping those nasty burns and giving him some strong antibiotics to prevent infection. Perhaps some Rad-Away as well..."

War Never Changes

Lancer-Sergeant Robert Kyle, Hwy 3 Bridge

"I'll see to it", Harness replied, "Ad Victoriam, Brother!"

"Ad Victoriam," Robert saluted, surprised but happy to hear The Brotherhood's rallying cry.

"Let's get you guys to the evac point. From the look on your face, Brother, you've got a lot of questions....and knowing Murph he probably didn't answer very many."

"He was a bit stoic," Robert nodded, "I assumed that had something to do with being a robot of course..."

Robert then began to repeat the questions he'd asked Murphy only moments before, and listened carefully to Harkness' responses,
"Our mission", Harkness asked, "It's a deep raid...the real fighting is down at Indianapolis. Fort Wayne is the main base for the Cult in the Indiana Wasteland, we're here to degrade their ability to reinforce Indy..to that end we're destroying all of the bridges across the Wabash but one. That will keep them fixed here until we've secured Indianapolis and can turn our full attention to Fort Wayne. The advance on Pittsburgh cannot truly begin until Ft Wayne has been Scourged."

"Yes....I'd heard mention of them before, but I can't say I know much about them or their operations here. We heard rumors of something stirring in The Pitt before our mission went to hell in The Commonwealth and we were cut off. What exactly are they?"

"The Cult?", Harkness asked, "Sick fucks. They are based in Pittsburgh, though apparently they came from out East originally. They are basically what you get when you cross Raiders with a religious cult. Slaving, murder, cannibalism...you name it, they do it for fun. Not only to anyone they come across, but even to each other if they are deemed weak. What's worse is that they're growing both in power and numbers. They are a threat to civilization...any civilization..and the Lord Paladin has decreed that Pittsburgh be Scourged, and all followers of the Cult be put to the sword. Thankfully, folks out West are starting to see things our way. When you get back to base, they'll tell you a lot more than you will want to know about them."

"Degenerates..." Robert replied, "I can see why you want to scourge them...what about Murphy? What is he, or it?"

"Murphy is who he says he is", Harkness said. "He's a man, not a AI...not exactly, anyway...I guess the closest term I can think of is a cyborg. His situation is not unlike that of the Lord-Paladin himself...he was installed into the Calculator so that he could guide and control it."

"The..uhh..Calculator?"

"The Calculator? Surely you've heard of it? I shouldn't be surprised...the Western Elders probably suppressed the reports Barnaky sent them about our War with the Calculator, if they even bothered to read them. If they didn't tell Lyons before he came East, they were small-minded fools indeed." He drew a deep breath and continued. "The Calculator was, and is, a Pre-War AI built to oversee Vault 0, which was designed by Vault-Tec and the US Government to oversee what they called the "Societal Preservation Program". Vault 0 was intended to house the pre-war intellectual elite in cryogenic suspension to ride out the war. Once conditions stabilized, The Calculator would wake them up, and together with the robot Army the Calculator commanded, would go out and rebuild America. Well, it worked about as well as you'd expect. Most everyone in the tubes died or suffered irreversible brain damage...due to shoddy manufacturing and failure to implement the designed backups...and without human oversight, or maybe just company, the Calculator went mad and decided it's mission was to wipe out humanity. Our ancestors fell right into the middle of it when we crashed outside Chicago....before you knew it we were fighting for our very lives. Eventually, we won...a Elite Squad broke into Vault 0 and disabled the factory making the robots and fought it's way to the Calculator itself. But then we were faced with a awful choice. Either destroy the Calculator, and lose it's store house of Pre-War scientific and technological data, not to mention the robots, forever, or install one of our own into the Calculator to take the place of of the human minds that had been intended to control it. Barnaky, the Lord-Paladin, chose to have his own brain installed into the Calculator. Together, they have ruled over our lands ever since. It hasn't been easy, and a lot of sacrifices have been made, but we're restored order and the Rule of Law to most of the Mid-West. We will not allow the Cult to undo everything we've achieved here."

"That's incredible," Robert said, with a mixture of awe and surprise, "I'm glad to see the Midwestern Chapter has fared far better than we did. Whatever our differences, at least we might both be considered Brothers-in-arms, and its good to know that at least one chapter has found success."

Once they reached the other end of the bridge, Harkness did a roll call to ensure that all squads were present, and then gave the order to blow the supports. The charges below the bridge detonated and the entire structure began to collapse into the river in spectacular fashion. The raiders would be unable to pursue them now, although Robert very much doubted that they would do so anyway.

"Weapons free", Harkness called out on his radio, "Light up any Raider you see.....the suprise package is en route...ETA 10 minutes."

"Surprise package?" Robert replied with unease as he gripped the laser rifle he'd be given tightly, "What sort of surprise are we talking about here?"

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Dr. Arthur West - Salem Diner
"Yes, agreed doctor. It hasnt been used for some time, but should be well supplied. After all, it was part of the contingency plan should anything go wrong. Let just hope we fin the hatch leading down to the safeho..."

Arthur turned to look at whatever had caught Rick's attention, and saw the great green bulk of a super-mutant striding through the doorway of the partially ruined diner.

“Doctor I'm about to leave to check and see if there are still supplies where my caravan got hit. Is there any medical supplies you need specifically that I can get for you?”

Rick looked up at the mutant, and he seemed shocked by his intelligence, "Well...I'm sure the good doctor is in short supply of pretty much any and all medicine... I'm sorry, I don't believe we have met, name is Rick..."

As Rick introduced himself, Barney interrupted them, "Wanted to let you all know that tonight we'll have a town meeting. I think much needs to be discussed, considering today's events...I think the Inn is a good place, two hours from now."

After Barney made his announcement, Arthur turned back to Gorge and nodded, "Like Rick said, anything you find would be of use. The townspeople were able to donate some supplies earlier, but I fear we can never have enough at the rate we are going. This town seems to be a hotbed of trouble. Please take anything you can spare to the church and Frieda and I can sort it later."

Once Gorge had left, Arthur once more addressed Rick, lowering his voice so that others wouldn't hear,

"That's the mutant I mentioned earlier," He whispered, "He's far more intelligent than Rook even, and he claims to have been a member of The Brotherhood of Steel at one point. Not sure I fully believe that, but he's certainly a character to watch out for. He's been helpful so far, but he's also something of an unknown quantity. I've never seen a mutant of his like before..."

"Also..." he continued, "Perhaps we should wait until after the meeting to visit the safehouse? Once we see what this town meeting is about, we can head there right away and assess what we can use. Let me know when you're ready to go."