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Dr. Xavier Morales - Vault 88 Underground Laboratory

A bright flash of blue brought Xavier squarely inside of the Vault 88 caverns as he re-materialized from the molecular relay. His eyes adjusted to the relatively dim light of the makeshift laboratory carved out within. The caverns he now stood in were a result of tireless months of work and unceasing labor provided by absounded Institute Synths. Shielded from the surface’s background radiation and well hidden from prying eyes, it made for a perfect location from which they could continue to conduct research, and remain completely undetected by the CPG. A lone ghoul claiming to be Vault’s overseer had been the only impediment standing in the way when they’d first occupied it, but that had been swiftly dealt with.

“Hey welcome back Xavier,” the cheerful voice of Dr. Holdren greeted him from behind a large console amidst a plethora of electronic equipment and large tanks of bio-med gel which gave off a sickly green luminescent glow that bounced off the cave's ceiling and rock walls.

“Clayton...yes...good to be back indeed...” Xavier replied, looking around, “Where’s Zimmer?”

“He’s topside at the moment. He took S3-47 and Z4-22 with him. I’m expecting him back any moment now.”

Xavier nodded, “I see…I’m afraid I don’t have all that long. So I’ll ask straight-away: anything you have to report?”

“Ah! Yes, there’s been a number of updates since you last visited here. I know it's been some time so I’ll bring you up to speed briefly.”

“Yes it was impractical to slip away. The ….Director...kept me busy with some unforeseen work. A matter on which I’d like to speak to Zimmer when he arrives in fact.”

“Say no more,” Dr. Holdren said with a wave of his hand, “But yes come over here and have a look.”

The former Bioscience Division Head ushered Xavier over to one of the bio-med tanks, allowing him to closely inspect the contents within. It appeared to be a grossly mutated animal of some kind, a mole rat perhaps at one time, although there was no doubt a mixture of different animal species within. Great numbers of legs protruded from its abdomen and enlarged incisors stuck out violently from the abominations mouth. The effects of the Forced Evolutionary Virus were incredibly pronounced and always manifested rapidly. Whatever horrors the creature(s) experienced in its last moments would have been utterly unbearable,

“A failure, to be sure, but I’m close to replicating my previous results. As you can see, the cellular structure of the creature bonded quite….aggressively with that of the other two subjects: a canine and a roach respectively. It's proving quite difficult to create a stable chimera formula, but I’ve no doubt it's possible. Some time and more specimens is all it requires.” Dr. Holdren beamed with pride, “I should think I’ll have something workable soon.”

“And you’re confident you can create a...living creature in this manner?”

“Oh absolutely. Based on information from the data Dr. Zimmer provided on The Capital Wasteland and my own understanding of numerous pre-war experiments with FEV genetic engineering, it's very much a real possibility. Although the creatures created post-war in such a manner...Centaurs I believe they’re called….are at best pitiable abominations. They’re little more than the results of Super-mutants playing around with FEV and throwing anything and everything they can find into their vats. I fully intend to perfect such a creation and ensure its stability as a living creature, the uses for such an organism are virtually endless.” Dr. Holdren’s smile widened, and he looked to Xavier to be positively enraptured with his work and the creativity of it all. Xavier had to admit it was more than a little unnerving, but certainly praiseworthy.

“Imagine being able to essentially cross-breed species with ease: eliminating negative traits in both and enhancing positive ones, and what's more doing this in such an impossibly short amount of time. Spitting in the face of evolution itself...it's fascinating frankly. To think that pre-war science was already dipping their toes into this line of work with remarkable results. I intend to build upon the foundation they left and perfect it.”

“Fascinating...truly,” Xavier replied, “Although I’ll be honest Clayton I’m less interested in the science of it all and more concerned with practical applications to solve our current predicament.”

“Oh of course, I’m still considering that a top priority. The current line of research I’m pursuing is weaponizing an organism in such a manner that would suit our needs. I expect promising results in that area, and if you like to delve further on that topic, we can discuss the other branch of FEV research related to it.”

Dr. Holdren led Xavier round a bend and towards a large dip in the cavern, below them lay a natural pit on top of which an energy barrier had been erected around the rim. Inside this pit, a number of super-mutants could be seen meandering about, all seemingly lost in a daze brought on by numerous sedatives. Gen-2 Synths patrolled the rim of the pit, closely monitoring the mutants below with their energy weapons ready to vaporize any that might become unruly,

“Human trials are on-going, but I’m afraid it's more of the same. I never expected to make much progress with this line of research considering how much effort was poured into it by the FEV Lab back at The Institute. Irradiated wastelander subjects continue to produce the same strain of unintelligent mutant organisms, as always. However, with Dr. Zimmer’s assistance we’ve made progress on the control chip,” Dr. Holdren held up a small vial containing a tiny electronic device, “The programming was relatively trivial as you know, but it's been difficult to figure out how to produce it in sufficient quantities without access to our manufacturing facilities. Help from some pre-war equipment has done the trick however, and Zimmer is actually out looking for a final component we can use to begin actively developing them. I’ve taken to calling this little endeavor the ENFORCER protocol.”

“And you’re confident that you can give them complex commands with it enabled?”

“Of course! I can understand the hesitancy, let me demonstrate,” Dr. Holdren snapped his finger and reached for a nearby device, “Lets just do something simple first…”

Holdren pressed a button on the control device and the super-mutants immediately snapped out of their previously dazed state and moved swiftly into an ad-hoc square formation. They stood silently with eyes forward, not moving a muscle,

“Pacification protocols are enabled by default, and the voice command module is active...step forward two steps!” The mutants complied, each striding forward twice.

“Turn around!’ Again the mutants complied.

“Now for something a bit more complicated…” Dr. Holdren grinned ear to ear, “Pacification mode off...there we go….now...kill the third member of the front row!”

There was a short pause, as the mutant’s implant seemed to register the command, and the mutants quickly began to lunge at the singled-out mutant. The mutant in question had no sense of self-preservation, and simple stood silent as its brothers tore it limb from limb.

“Incredible….” Xavier said, awestruck, “You’ve outdone yourself Clayton.”

“Thank you,” Holdren replied with an exaggerated bow, “Frankly I’m just glad that I was finally able to get something useful out of the FEV trials, other than synthetic organics of course. To think that years of human experimentation went by and no-one thought to pursue this line of research...boggles my mind frankly. I think Father made a grave mistake when he decided against allowing further cybernetics projects. The melding of biological life and artificial constructs is a fascinating area I’d like to continue to explore.”

“Rest assured that won’t be the case anymore….once we’ve reclaimed The Institute from Li and her ilk….we can freely pursue projects like these. You’d have my full support in such endeavors.”

“Spoken like a politician,” the voice of Dr. Zimmer came from behind. He wore a cleanly pressed pre-war suit, in lieu of an Institute lab coat, and beside him stood two Coursers, the last of their kind, in leather armor looking much the part of hired mercenary protection for the old man, “You act like you’re already The Director, or that you are guaranteed to get the position when the dust settles on this.”

Xavier chaffed under the rebuke but smiled nevertheless, “You misunderstand me Doctor. I’m merely suggesting that once The Institute is back into our hands, we’ll be the ones setting policy and approving research projects. Not short-sighted individuals like Li and the rest.”

“Indeed and we’ve a long way to go to achieve those ends…no need to get ahead of ourselves...Dr. Holdren, I acquired the component you were looking for. And I’ve identified a few more locations we might use for sweep and retrieval to acquire more materials.”

“Excellent,” Dr. Holdren clasped his hands together, “Thank you Dr. Zimmer.”

“Vic--Dr. Zimmer,” Xavier corrected himself, knowing how much Zimmer hated the use of his first name, “There’s another more important matter that needs to be looked into. The Commonwealth Provisional Government is meeting on the surface today with regards to a particularly sensitive topic of discussion.”

“You’re referring to The Mechanist?”

“Indeed,” Xavier nodded, “I believe they intend to send an expedition to the facility we identified in scouting. I’ve no doubt they intend to meet with this Mechanist and potentially secure some manner of cooperation with them.”

“Hmmph. No doubt they’re seeking to make use of the facility too,” Dr. Zimmer furrowed his brow.

“Naturally I provided Li what details on it I needed to deflect suspicion, but there was one element I left out: it was a laboratory specifically dedicated to the creation of Robobrains, making use of some rather cutting edge pre-war technology to achieve the goal of the proper use of wetware to drive inorganic processing. Additionally, one phrase kept appearing in memoranda over and over: CODE. It was related in some way to brain reconditioning. I’m sure you can agree that sort of research could be of great interest to us.”

“Agreed, let's not simply allow the CPG to walk right in and help themselves to whatever is down there. I assume you have some sort of plan then?”

“I believe I do,” Xavier grinned, “Thanks to you both. Clayton, how would you like to get more substantial test data on your Enforcers?”
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Issac Jabsco - Talon Company, Enclave Operative Designation “ORION”
The Commonwealth


Issac’s long journey north was finally coming to an end. The broken highway beneath him had given way to wet marshlands some time ago, and it had been an increasingly difficult slog to make his way through the terrain of the southern Commonwealth. Wading through the disease-ridden quagmire had been bad enough, but evading the numerous mutated abominations that called it home had made it nigh intolerable. He’d seen more than enough Bloodbugs to last him a lifetime. If it wasn’t for the accompaniment of his Mr. Gusty escorts and a hazmat suit he doubted that he’d have made it.

Certainly marking that down as a potential obstacle for any military operations or trade missions here. Enclave ecological data needs a major update. He thought.

Issac had taken a rest tucked inside of a rocky outcropping, where at least he’d have solid ground to lay on while he waited for the scout he’d sent out to return. The three Mr. Gusty units that carried his supplies and now helped guard his position were spread out in the corners of the outcropping’s perimeter. The military robots, supplied by The Enclave, hovered motionless above the bog, silently scanning the area for signs of hostile life. Issac had come to rely heavily on the bots throughout the trek since they provided him much needed additional security and, at the same time, served as adequate pack mules.

Before long a soft electronic hum could be heard, and a floating eyebot meandered back to the makeshift shelter looking no worse for wear. Issac quickly pulled forth a pip-boy from a waterproof bag strapped to one of the Gutsy units and plugged it into the floating scout.

“Poseidon Energy...excellent,” Issac mumbled as he shifted through the data, “It’s perfect….just what I was looking for.”

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En route to the Poseidon Energy plant that the eyebot had identified, Issac took stock of his situation. In his time in Talon Company, he’d performed all manner and stripe of jobs: hits on well protected warlords and kingpins, sabotage, and espionage...he’d made himself a name in certain circles for being able to pull things off that most mercenaries would balk at. Yet despite this, it was his older brother, Joseph Jabsco, that had taken the reigns of power in the organization, eventually becoming Talon Company’s Commanding Officer. When that had happened, Issac had redoubled his efforts, performing nigh suicidal actions that made him the most sought after mercenary in the Capital Wastes. While he’d made quite a name for himself all on his own, he never quite managed to bring himself out from behind his brother’s shadow. And when Joseph was killed in action, Issac was passed up for the Commanding role.

It was shortly after that when The Enclave had rolled their gargantuan mobile base crawler to Megaton. In spite of the collective hopes of the region’s populace, The Brotherhood had finally been defeated at whatever climatic battle had heralded the end of the war. The Enclave had emerged triumphant, and The Capital Wasteland swiftly fell under their thumb.

Issac knew when he saw the base crawler which horse he intended to back. The Enclave had shown their technological and military might to any potential challenger and it was clear they were dominant over all. Through this Issac also saw a potential ticket to power of his own. He knew that despite their victory, The Enclave had been weakened by The Brotherhood and they’d no doubt have need of men such as himself: guns for hire willing to ply their skills to the highest bidder. He was right, they paid him well for his skill set and he’d netted himself a substantial sum of caps, weapons, chems, and ammo. His ill-gotten gains hardly appeased his appetite however, and he craved more. He wished for the one thing he yet been able to attain: citizenship.

Above all else, Issac wanted to join The Enclave as a full member and be given an officer’s commission. It was a lofty goal, to be sure. Issac was no fool, he understood that The Enclave looked down on wastelanders and very rarely hid that disdain. That feeling seemed particularly true for Supreme Commander Sutler. Yet he was certain if he proved his worth an exception might be made. Such a reward would indeed give him the prestige and power he craved so deeply. Visions swirled in his head of him being placed in command of Talon Company, lording over even The Commander and able to do as he saw fit with them. Perhaps, in time, he’d earn even greater accolades.

Yet there was much to do before he could hope to achieve such a prize. First thing first was to complete this current objective. He knew the lengths to which Supreme Commander Sutler would go for vengeance, and it seemed the best way to ingratiate himself with the Enclave leader. Bringing him the heads, or better yet still living bodies, of those who had wronged the Supreme Commander so deeply might just be enough to win Sutler’s gratitude, and in turn, perhaps his favor. That was the very reason he’d journeyed this far north to The Commonwealth. For one of the most sought after targets of Sutler’s was here.

The looming concrete facade of the Poseidon Energy plant finally came into view as Issac crested a small hillock. As the data had suggested, it was an excellent location from which he might start a forward operating base. Practical, defensible, well-intact with a large parking lot out front to provide a serviceable area for a potential vertibird landing, which if he succeeded in his mission would no doubt be required. It was also, surprisingly, uninhabited which Issac thought noteworthy given his own appraisal of the plant’s usefulness. It had to have been occupied at some point in the recent past.

His suspicions were confirmed when he stepped inside the plant’s doors and found evidence of human remains scattered about and clear signs of a struggle.

“Burnt clothing and bones,” He said, picking through the remnants, “Scorch marks on the walls….likely killed with laser weaponry.” His eyes then caught sight of something else on the ground, a metallic skeletal frame unlike anything he’d seen before.

“Synths,” He said, and drew his 10mm from its holster.

“Voice command module active, confirm,” Issac turned to the Gutsy bots behind him.

“Confirmed,” One of the Gutsy’s replied, “Ready for orders sir.”

“Sweep the building. Fall back if hostiles are encountered. Do NOT engage.”

“Well I guess it's the commies lucky day then! We’ll hold off on sending them to meet their maker for now!” With that the Gutsy units enthusiastically began clearing the plant room by room.

He doubted there were any Synths still lingering around, but if there was, he did not intend to commit to combat with them. He’d retreat if it came to that. From what he understood, The Institute wasn’t likely to just overlook an attack on their property without investigation.

“Don’t need to draw attention to myself this soon,” Issac muttered, and he followed the Gutsy bots deeper in to the building.

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A couple hours later and the sweep was complete, there wasn’t much left in the plant but at least it was fully secure. Issac setup a temporary camp inside one of the pre-war offices and set his robots to guard the immediate area. He’d barricaded the front doors as well, and was confident that if anyone came sniffing around, he’d have adequate warning. For good measure, he’d set the eyebot to patrol the facility while he slept.

Before he laid down for the night however, Issac pulled a cylindrical object out of his backpack and set it down. He extended the object’s folded up tripod legs and then pulled the cylinder outwards to form a long antenna. With the press of a button on the base, a small dish expanded around the tip. That done, Issac plugged his pip-boy into the now fully extended portable deep range transmitter. The transmitter was an invaluable tool that he’d been given from his Enclave contact and apparently Sutler himself had approved its use in the field for the operation. It enabled a direct encrypted connection to EnclaveNet even from a great distance.

Issac logged his progress,

“<ESTABLISHED FOB IN COMMONWEALTH. TRANSMITTING COORDINATES AND SURVEILLANCE DATA. MISSION PROCEEDING AS PLANNED SUPREME COMMANDER.>”
The Institute - Concourse Elevator

Dr. Xavier Morales eyed The Director of The Institute carefully as she strode down from the Advanced Systems lab towards him. Every step she took seemed to his mind to be laced with arrogance and pride. She felt superior to her colleagues in every manner not the least of which was intellect. She’d made little effort to hide these feelings even before she’d ascended to the Directorship, but now it was plain enough that even a child could see it on her face. Xavier despised her every move, her every word, but there was nothing he could do about that self-satisfied smug smile. Not yet anyway.

Walking alongside Director Madison Li were her ‘bodyguards’ which consisted of a trio of heavily armed and armored Gen-2 Synths that escorted her nearly everywhere she went within The Institute and beyond. They were clad head to toe in heavy Synth armor that had been painted a dark shade of blue for recognition and armed with modified Institute rifles. The armor itself was some advanced composite alloy that had just come out of Advanced Systems research that hadn’t yet made its way into full production. What little documentation Xavier had come across coupled with hearsay from a source he had within the lab indicated the armor was significantly stronger than the current model and was highly resistant to laser and ballistic weaponry. Madison hadn’t yet approved it for full use and it seemed unlikely that she would in the near future. She no doubt wanted to keep that sort of research strictly controlled or worse yet….only send it to the surface.

Xavier scoffed at the notion of some rag-tag farmer from The Commonwealth, a Minuteman, being clad in Institute military gear. On the face of it it’d be an amusing sight and would likely provide some valuable test data in live fire activities if nothing else. But the thought of what might come next was more harrowing, how long before Madison wanted every technology The Institute developed to be shared with those above ground? How long until The Institute was merely the research wing of a nation that strictly controlled and regulated them? How long before they were forced out of their home and up top to live amongst the monstrosities and misery of the wasteland?

He shuddered. No, that would not happen.

Madison approached him, no hint of a smile anywhere on her sullen face,

“Dr. Morales, I received your intel report. Overall it was satisfactory. A little less speculation on your part would be appreciated. When I ask for what the SSIB has on a particular location, I’m not looking for your personal thoughts.”

“Apologies Director,” Xavier replied, mustering up as much contrition as he could, “I’m afraid our pre-war archives are incomplete in this regard. I was able to turn up a number of references to the facility in military correspondence but unable to determine specifics as to the research and project goals.”

“Then that’s all you need to say. I don’t care to read three pages of fluff on things you have no hard data for.”

“Again, my apologies. I simply wanted to give you as wide a range of information as possible.”

“Hmmph. Indeed.” Madison stepped into the spiral elevator along with the three Synths.

“Anything I can assist with while you are on the surface Director?” Xavier asked, forcing a cheerful smile.

“Continue all current monitoring operations and give me a summary of it when I return. In other words, do your job...and that’ll be enough.”

“Of course Director, have a safe trip to the surface.”

With that one of the synths pressed a button and the door to the elevator closed, and it swiftly began ascending up through The Institute and towards the molecular relay control room. Once Madison and her synths passed through the upper ceiling layer, Xavier’s face dropped to a snarl.

“Speculation? If she had half the brain she thinks she does it’d be clear that my ‘speculation’ was based on reasonable inference and deduction. Hardly irrelevant.” He muttered, “Watch yourself you ungrateful…”

Xavier stopped himself and looked around. There was no-one in sight in the Concourse thankfully, owing to the early hour no doubt, but he chastised himself none-the-less for allowing his emotions to get the better of him. He knew better than most that it was best never to assume that there was no-one watching. All it took was a single slip-up and he could wind up exiled. What use would he be then?

Always polite, always dutiful. Always supportive of The Director. That’s who I am here. Remember. He thought, and walked away.



Diamond City - Council Chamber (Diamond City Mayor’s Office)

Mayor Becky Fallon rode the lift up to her office within Diamond City. Although nowadays with the formation of the CPG, it was hardly just ‘her’ office anymore. The Commonwealth Provisional Government Council met inside what used to be the Mayor’s personal office, while she herself had moved the Diamond City Mayoral office to one of the back rooms that McDonough had outfitted for his living space. Seeing as how she wasn’t going to be living here at all but instead would remain at her old house inside her ‘Fallon’s Basement’ shop, that new arrangement suited her just fine.

Becky stepped off the platform and strode up to the double doors leading to the Council chamber, she paused only a moment to adjust her dress suit and then opened them. As she’d expected, Madison Li was already seated with her Synth security detail fanned out around behind her.

“Director Li..” Becky said simply as she took her seat.

“Mayor Fallon..” Madison replied.

The pair sat in silence for a few moments, with Becky desperately wishing she was somewhere else. Her and Li always had a tough time conversing when it was only the two of them, and neither was particularly interested in much other than the business at hand. Fortunately Becky didn’t have to wait long before the rest of the Council began to trickle in.

The next to arrive was Kessler, leader of the Bunker Hill Caravaners,

“Glad I’m not late, I should hope we can wrap this up before too long. I need to get back to the Hill.”

“I’m not expecting a long meeting,” Li said, “Provided of course we don’t have unnecessary debate.”

“I shouldn’t think so,” Becky added, eyeing Kessler. She knew full well it was Kessler who would likely be the primary opposition to what she assumed would be the wider Council opinion. The Caraveners had been some of the worst affected by The Mechanist’s rampage after all. Nothing less than the Mechanist’s head on a spike would probably convince them.

Kesller ignored the comments directed towards her and took her seat. Within a few minutes both Wiseman and General Ronnie Shaw of The Minutemen arrived at the council room. Ronnie sat down in her usual gruff manner without a word while Wiseman gave up his usual niceties,

“How’s everyone doing today?” Wiseman smiled broadly, “I think The Slog is going to have its largest crop of tarberries yet this….”

“Gunners on the move again. Lost an entire patrol squad last night to an ambush. Found their heads lined up nice and neat on a fence post outside Quincy,” Ronnie interrupted as she lit up a cigarette, “So my morning hasn’t exactly been peachy Wiseman.”

Wiseman’s smile immediately evaporated, “I’m...sorry to hear that.”

“General Shaw, could you refrain from smoking in the Council chambers?” Dr. Li asked.

“I could,” Ronnie replied.

“Ronnie…” Becky chastised as she glared at The Minutemen General.

“Fine,” Ronnie let the cigarette slip from her fingers and fall to the ground, where she promptly stomped it out, “Can we get started talking about this Mechanist then?”

“Yes...I received an intel report on the location mentioned in the holotape…” Li began.

“Director Li, not all members are present currently.” Becky interjected.

Li furrowed her brow, “Oh yes of course...my mistake. We’ll have to wait until Val...Mr. Valentine arrives I suppose.”

“No need,” Came a voice from the doorway, the Synth Detective entered the council chambers and removed his hat, placing it on the table in front of an empty seat, “Sorry for being tardy. I needed to stop by the office after I arrived back from Sanctuary this morning. It's doing well by the way.”

“Good. Then we can officially begin,” Li continued, “As I was saying, I received an intel report on the location specified by the holotape: The Robco Sales and Service Center. Information on the facility is scant at best but aside from the obvious front of being a robotics shop, we’ve found references in pre-war military correspondence pointing to the location as holding some sort of Department of the Army research lab: likely a black site of some sort given the senior level of the communique we uncovered.”

“So what were they doing down there, just creating killer bots?” Ronnie asked.

“That’s unknown at the moment but...yes some variation of that.” Li replied.

“I don’t suppose CIT was involved at all in this project was it?” Nick asked with an eye towards Dr. Li, “Natural to guess they might have been given the robotics angle.”

“No,” Li said firmly, “We extensively searched The Institute’s pre-war databanks for any connection to the Commonwealth Institute of Technology: student and graduate files, faculty and staff correspondence etc. We even searched through old career center postings at the University. Nothing. It's not impossible of course that some CIT students or graduates were working within the lab, I’d even go so far as to say it's likely, but if that’s the case there was no direct partnership with the University itself. Our pre-war records for CIT are virtually complete so I have no reason to suspect that we may have missing or corrupted data on this: it simply doesn’t exist.”

Nick sat back in his seat and folded his arms, “So, a hidden lab capable of building a literal army of murder-bots underneath a RobCo shop in Boston eh? Sounds like quite the mystery.”

“So what are we going to do about it then? We’re not seriously considering allowing this Mechanist to go free are we?” Kessler interrupted.

“Not free, no,” Becky said sternly, “Never free. I believe what this ‘Isabel’ girl says in that what she did was an accident, I truly do. She sounded genuine and indeed heartbroken that her actions caused so much death, and the robot attacks have ceased…” Becky paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, “But her actions are still inexcusable. Accident or not. She needs to face judgement in some manner.”

“Agreed,” Wiseman nodded, “She needs to answer for her crimes. I lost a good friend to one of those attacks.”

“I lost a lot more than that,” Kessler snapped, “I want her hanged.”

“We’re not going to execute her,” Dr. Li said firmly, “Get over it. If her holotape is correct, then she’s too valuable to simply be made an example of. Let her serve her sentence in other ways.”

“Like what exactly?” Ronnie raised an eyebrow.

“She has access to a massive trove of data and information within that facility. And she is likely very intelligent, a veritable genius in fact, if she was able to repair and restart production within the facility on her own. If she truly is genuine in her confession of guilt and remorse….then let's put her to work. Let her help to repair the damage she’s done by giving back to The Commonwealth.”

“I agree,” Nick said with a nod, “No need to kill her. She made a mistake, a massive one no doubt, but she had good intentions. We don’t need to string her up like a common criminal.”

“Let's make sure that’s the case then,” Kessler said, “I want to speak with her myself and see if I believe her. Send someone to the Sales Center and put her under arrest.”

“Fine. I’m not opposed to ensuring that she’s not going to cause further problems,” Li replied, “I propose we send a team to venture down into the lab and meet The Mechanist.”

“No Synths,” Ronnie grumbled, “None of your scientists either.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest it,” Li replied, “Instead my suggestion is that we send MacCready, a few Minutemen, and perhaps one of your people Kessler.”

“I’d like to go as well,” Nick said piping up, “Or would I be excluded under that ‘no-synth’ rule of yours?” He looked to Ronnie with a sly grin.

“Nah….guess I’ll make an exception in your case Detective.”

“Agreed.” Li said, “Any objections?”

The room was silent and Wiseman and Becky shook their heads in response,

“One condition,” Kessler said, “I want to interview her, alone, when she’s brought back. If I’m granted that, I’ll agree.”

Li nodded, “If that’s what it’ll take, I have no objections to that Kessler. Very well then, we’ve reached an accord. Let’s begin moving on this quickly, I want the team ready to go by tomorrow.”

Nick Valentine, Sanctuary Hills

A cool breeze blew through the air, shifting the leaves ever so slightly in the tree above. Nick Valentine placed his hands in his trench coat pockets, as if bracing against the chill. Being a Synth he had no need to do so, but the mnemonic impressions of his human life, or rather a human life, still remained. He did things like that out of habit, he supposed, or maybe just because it allowed him a connection to a humanity he’d never truly have. All he did have were memories implanted from the real Detective Valentine and a personality that had been programmed into him.

Nick looked down at the pair of graves before him, nestled beneath a lonesome tree in the backyard of a house in Sanctuary Hills: their house. It’d been awhile since he’d last paid his respects here. In fact he hadn't come back since the burial. He'd thought to stay away because he had wondered if perhaps it wasn’t better to just let memories fade and wounds heal, but part of him knew that would probably never happen. The day he’d met Nathaniel, the sole survivor of Vault 111, was the day that things had changed forever: for him and for The Commonwealth. Nobody had really expected Nathaniel to actually reach The Institute or find his son. Yet despite all odds that's exactly what had happened. As a result of the tenacity of a father, The Commonwealth became an entirely different place. Nick knew he'd had to come back one more time, to say goodbye properly. He hadn't known what to think or say back then. Hell even standing here now he hadn't completely made up his mind how he should remember the man, but at least he could form the words.

“Wasn’t sure what would happen when we learned you’d joined with them,” Nick muttered to the grave before him, “I suppose you tried to do the right thing at least. I don't think I can ever forgive what you did to the synths, but I guess you were just trying to set things right in your own way. Keep The Commonwealth safe. But goddamn did you make it hard to trust you after that.”

Nick felt around in his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. He pulled them out and with a flick of his wrist he lit up the cigarette before taking a drag,

“Look at me rambling again like an old bucket of bolts. What’s done is done. You set things in motion and brought The Institute to heel. That’s worth something. Just wish you’d stuck around a bit longer to keep it all together. We’re going to try our damnedest, but it's a tangle you've left us in.”

Valentine looked back up and stared out towards the rest of Sanctuary Hills. What used to be nothing more than the crumbling ruins of houses was now a thriving town. Caravans and traders flowed in and out of town under the watchful protection of Minutemen guards. The crops here grew tall fed by good soil and plenty of water purified directly from the stream nearby. Scavengers had begun to pick apart Vault 111 after the bodies within had been respectfully removed and re-interred elsewhere, and now the old Vault provided a unique source of trade goods and resources for the fledgling town. Nick felt a sense of pride in seeing that flag waving above it all. The flag of a nation just now beginning to form. The dream of a united Commonwealth made real.

“Well...maybe we’re on the right track at least,” Nick smiled, “Long road ahead though. Guess what I’m trying to say, badly, is...thanks for getting us on it.”

“Ayy Nicky!” The hoarse yell of the caravan guard brought Nick’s attention back to the town, “Tommy says we’re almost all loaded up. Just gotta figure out where to pack a couple more crates of those tatos. Anyways he told me to let you know we’ll be heading back to Diamond City soon. You finished with your business?”

“I am,” Nick replied as he took another puff of the cigarette, “I’ll meet you all at the gate.”

“Ok sounds good Nicky!”

Nick stared down at the grave one last time,

“I think this will be the last time I stop by here. Hope you finally found some measure of peace in the end. You deserve that if nothing else.” Nick dropped his cigarette and stamped it out in the yard. He gave one last look as he turned away,

“See ya around Nate.”










War Never Changes 2

Fallout Nation Roleplay









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Introduction :
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War, war never changes. Even after humanity blasted its own ashes across the surface of the Earth in the Great War of 2077, its cutthroat ambition did not die down. The year is now 2290, and humanity has once again opened a new chapter in its bloody history. While this chapter in history could never come close to the awesome destruction wrought by the atomic fire of the Great War, it nonetheless is auspicious. You must lead your nation through the aftermath of various post-apocalyptic conflicts and a seemingly futile fight against the hellscape that is the Wasteland itself. Will you lead your fair nation to economic and cultural prosperity, or repeat the actions of those before you, seizing that which is rightfully yours with overwhelming strength? The future is unclear for all and the present challenges humanity faces great. Perhaps humanity's greatest challenge yet is its own destructive nature after all…war never changes.

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Setting:
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War Never Changes is a nation roleplay that takes place shortly after the main events of the primary games in the Fallout series and set largely in an alternative setting with various events or lore endings changed to provide interesting backdrops. You can take control of various lore factions based in the Fallout games or carve out a new faction created entirely by yourself (provided it fits within the setting and guidelines).

The respective endings are as follows thus far:

Fallout 1 and 2: Established lore endings are canon.

Fallout 3: Following the Brotherhood’s recapture of Project Purity, and under orders from a new commander, The Enclave retaliated in force and gained full control of The Purifier and much of The Capital Wasteland, forcing the remnants of The Brotherhood to flee to parts unknown...

Fallout New Vegas: House gained full control of an Independent New Vegas, ordering the withdrawal of the NCR from the region following the defeat of Caesar’s Legion at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.

Fallout 4: The Sole Survivor took control of The Institute and forced the organization to begin assisting the surface. All Gen-3 Synths were rounded up for “decommissioning” and the project cancelled. With the work of reforming The Institute and rebuilding the surface a long way from completion, the Sole Survivor tragically committed suicide, leaving Dr. Madision Li in charge of a disgruntled Institute and a Commonwealth only now starting to recover.

Fallout 76: The Vault Dweller of 76 helped develop a vaccine for the Scorched Plague using the knowledge of those that came before. Once the infestation was contained, they worked with their fellow 76’ers to begin rebuilding and repopulating Appalachia. Their efforts were assisted by a return of The Brotherhood of Steel to West Virginia and an influx of new settlers.

Fallout Tactics: The Warrior defeated and destroyed The Calculator. A greatly transformed Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel now controls parts of the Midwest.

Note: These are the “high level” events from the major games to set a baseline. Other events and endings (including DLC) are subject to development and agreement between the group as things progress.

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Discord:
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For quick and easy discussion, a discord server is available. The 'War Never Changes’' channel there is just for this RP. Please use that channel to discuss the RP at length with fellow members (we use the discord almost exclusively for discussion so its the best place to ask questions, give and receive feedback, and discuss what’s happening out of character).

discord.gg/qffrVDX

Update: New Link

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Ruleset Reference For Inspiration To Design a Post-Apocalyptic Nation:
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docs.google.com/document/d/1qsX_BCI9U…

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Other Rules
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1. Airpower is limited only to the nations capable of maintaining and producing such advanced technology. It should be considered a rarity. The same applies to naval power (any pre-war ships are derelict hulks and makeshift vessels are the norm).

2. Population: The NCR, being an extreme exception is around 1 million. The absolute max for nearly all non-lore nations will be around 500,000. But that is subject to proper justification and approval. As another example, the immediate area of the city of Boston has around 10,000 people.

3. Population for the continental United States by 2290 should be considered no more than around 15 million. Keep that in mind as you are designing your nation.

4.Conflict resolution is largely done by group consensus. The GM will step in as final arbiter if for any reason an agreement is unable to be reached. In all things though, be polite and a courteous roleplayer first and foremost. This is a cooperative story, not a competition.

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General Faction/Nation Sheet Template-
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Name:
Flag (picture or description):
Territory (picture or description) and Geography:
History (if using a pre-existing faction, recent history will due. The RP start date is 2290):
Population:
Government/Domestic Politics:
Notable People:
Military (Be realistic for your factions population):
Economy:
Culture and Technology (include any views towards slavery and mutants etc.):
Religion:

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Nation (or Region) and Roleplayer List So Far
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The NCR - MagnusTheRed
The 80s - Elgappa
The Institute/Commonwealth - Andronicus
The Enclave/Capital Wasteland - Mr. Enclave
Appalachia/Remnants of East Coast Brotherhood - Tiberius
Victoria - Yam I Am
Part of Texas - Crusader Lord
Part of Texas - Wampower
Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel - Crimson Paladin
Mr. House/New Vegas - Gingy
The Legion - Andreyich

(Many more in-lore and custom factions are available)
War Never Changes 2

Fallout Nation Roleplay









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Introduction :
---------

War, war never changes. Even after humanity blasted its own ashes across the surface of the Earth in the Great War of 2077, its cutthroat ambition did not die down. The year is now 2290, and humanity has once again opened a new chapter in its bloody history. While this chapter in history could never come close to the awesome destruction wrought by the atomic fire of the Great War, it nonetheless is auspicious. You must lead your nation through the aftermath of various post-apocalyptic conflicts and a seemingly futile fight against the hellscape that is the Wasteland itself. Will you lead your fair nation to economic and cultural prosperity, or repeat the actions of those before you, seizing that which is rightfully yours with overwhelming strength? The future is unclear for all and the present challenges humanity faces great. Perhaps humanity's greatest challenge yet is its own destructive nature after all…war never changes.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Setting:
-------------------

War Never Changes is a nation roleplay that takes place shortly after the main events of the primary games in the Fallout series and set largely in an alternative setting with various events or lore endings changed to provide interesting backdrops. You can take control of various lore factions based in the Fallout games or carve out a new faction created entirely by yourself (provided it fits within the setting and guidelines).

The respective endings are as follows thus far:

Fallout 1 and 2: Established lore endings are canon.

Fallout 3: Following the Brotherhood’s recapture of Project Purity, and under orders from a new commander, The Enclave retaliated in force and gained full control of The Purifier and much of The Capital Wasteland, forcing the remnants of The Brotherhood to flee to parts unknown...

Fallout New Vegas: House gained full control of an Independent New Vegas, ordering the withdrawal of the NCR from the region following the defeat of Caesar’s Legion at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.

Fallout 4: The Sole Survivor took control of The Institute and forced the organization to begin assisting the surface. All Gen-3 Synths were rounded up for “decommissioning” and the project cancelled. With the work of reforming The Institute and rebuilding the surface a long way from completion, the Sole Survivor tragically committed suicide, leaving Dr. Madision Li in charge of a disgruntled Institute and a Commonwealth only now starting to recover.

Fallout 76: The Vault Dweller of 76 helped develop a vaccine for the Scorched Plague using the knowledge of those that came before. Once the infestation was contained, they worked with their fellow 76’ers to begin rebuilding and repopulating Appalachia. Their efforts were assisted by a return of The Brotherhood of Steel to West Virginia and an influx of new settlers.

Fallout Tactics: The Warrior defeated and destroyed The Calculator. A greatly transformed Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel now controls parts of the Midwest.

Note: These are the “high level” events from the major games to set a baseline. Other events and endings (including DLC) are subject to development and agreement between the group as things progress.

---------------------------
Discord:
---------------------------

For quick and easy discussion, a discord server is available. The 'War Never Changes’' channel there is just for this RP. Please use that channel to discuss the RP at length with fellow members (we use the discord almost exclusively for discussion so its the best place to ask questions, give and receive feedback, and discuss what’s happening out of character).

discord.gg/cMvDWw

---------------------------
Ruleset Reference For Inspiration To Design a Post-Apocalyptic Nation:
---------------------------

docs.google.com/document/d/1qsX_BCI9U…

---------------------------
Other Rules
---------------------------

1. Airpower is limited only to the nations capable of maintaining and producing such advanced technology. It should be considered a rarity. The same applies to naval power (any pre-war ships are derelict hulks and makeshift vessels are the norm).

2. Population: The NCR, being an extreme exception is around 1 million. The absolute max for nearly all non-lore nations will be around 500,000. But that is subject to proper justification and approval. As another example, the immediate area of the city of Boston has around 10,000 people.

3. Population for the continental United States by 2290 should be considered no more than around 15 million. Keep that in mind as you are designing your nation.

4.Conflict resolution is largely done by group consensus. The GM will step in as final arbiter if for any reason an agreement is unable to be reached. In all things though, be polite and a courteous roleplayer first and foremost. This is a cooperative story, not a competition.

----------------------------
General Faction/Nation Sheet Template-
----------------------------

Name:
Flag (picture or description):
Territory (picture or description) and Geography:
History (if using a pre-existing faction, recent history will due. The RP start date is 2290):
Population:
Government/Domestic Politics:
Notable People:
Military (Be realistic for your factions population):
Economy:
Culture and Technology (include any views towards slavery and mutants etc.):
Religion:

------------------------
Nation (or Region) and Roleplayer List So Far
------------------------

The NCR - MagnusTheRed
The 80s - Elgappa
The Institute/Commonwealth - Andronicus
The Enclave/Capital Wasteland - Mr. Enclave
Appalachia/Remnants of East Coast Brotherhood - Tiberius
Victoria - Yam I Am
Part of Texas - Crusader Lord
Part of Texas - Wampower
Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel - Crimson Paladin
Mr. House/New Vegas - Gingy
The Legion - Andreyich

(Many more in-lore and custom factions are available)
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