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1.1[1]

It started out more straight forward, or seemed to do so, with DC Brotherhood of Steel (DCBS) attempting to push supermutants out of part of the GrandMall area known as the Trenchmaze. Colonel McDonald stood at a maptable in a big chamber and commanded the offensive as best he could. He had no idea what the Elders Council wanted from the push except that they urgently wanted him to take over access to a particular bunker close to the surface.

Wearing power armour, except for the helmet that was close at hand, he wished once more that the armour was more comfortable with greater emphasis on air-temperature regulation. Except that the OldGuard, in the Brotherhood of Steel, judged such desires as weakness and looked upon them with contempt.

Reports kept coming in and three 3Dvideo screens showed transmitted views from different units, or concealed 3Dcameras, at times. Such 3Dtech was very valuable and hard to get so it was supplemented with eight 2Dscreens of high definition quality as linked to many 2Dvideo cameras.

Action showed, on the screens, was savage as telephone operators wrote down other reports. The maptable was constantly being adjusted. The dulled noise of shooting, explosions and thudding feet of Steeltroopers, and-or supermutants, was ever there in the background.

Then it was time and he spoke. "The push is over. All units are to dig in and start defensive, and defensive-aggressive, tactics. The bunker has been found and is being entered by the LyonsPride. As planned, supporting units are also to enter the bunker but after the Pridetroopers."

Trouble began soon as it was revealed that another 'named' unit, the PatriotTroopers, were attempting to get into the bunker before the Pridetroopers. It was clear to the colonel that the damned OldGuard were at it again.


Edited by Maharg67, 11 February 2019 - 03:31 PM.


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2.1[2]

It was clear to Sentinel Sarah Lyons, with her special command status, that she had the authority to order the Patriottroopers back. Only it did not seem to be clear to the fools as they came blundering into a chamber that was much more dangerous than it appeared to be. As her Pridetroopers crouched, in a well designed defensive aggressive formation, ready to fire upon the newcomers, Sarah stood to face them. All of her people wore their helmets as did the Patriottroopers.

The chamber was bleak, bare, except for some old machines and almost neat stacks of junk except that the sentinel sensed something was not quite right.

"Get out before you trigger the trap that is here. The bunker has remained well hidden for a while. It seems illogical that none have found it before even be that supermutants or radhuman scavengers."

The so called NewGuard, who led the DCBS, welcomed rough patchwork skinned radhumans to the ranks of the brotherhood. This angered the few OldGuard Elders still in the ranks after the long, difficult and dangerous journey from the LostHills of 'California'. Yet she was soon doubting that the Patriottroopers were really that at all. Their movements were all wrong, somehow.

Then she had it? They were imposters who began to shoot at her people. She dropped, while giving the proper hand signals, and the other Pridetroopers began to fire upon the newcomers. The targets shimmered and vanished away into nothingness, the shooting ceasing at once.

It had been an incredibly well done illusion, a thing of psychic influence as well as physical projection.

Four Steelscouts lay, wounded, on the floor in their light stealth power armour.


Edited by Maharg67, 12 February 2019 - 06:12 AM.


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2.2[3]

The Steelscouts were not angry, with the Pridetroopers, because they had experienced the same solid illusion that had both engulfed them and helped to protect them. Medics were soon fixing the wounds and mechies were seeing to damage to the stealth power armour.

Sarah spoke to her Pridetroopers and to the Steelscouts. "Clearly we are facing a supertech type security networksystem. There is an intelligence there, probably a TrueAI, and maybe some kind of alien trickery. The official history, of the Trenchmaze, has always been doubtful being contradictory in places and having missing pieces in others."

Paladin Vargas, her sergeant and trusted second in command, spoke. "Did the Patriottroopers go through here before us. It might explain how data was obtained to their appearances for that... illusion was accurate as far as that goes. I have met with those 'Aholes' a few times and I wonder why they came all the way here to DC being OldGuard in thinking."

Sarah sounded mildly contemptuous. "They came to steal what ever valuable tech they could and return to the LostHills with it. It would not surprise me if they rushed into danger just to grab some kind of trophies, to their egos, and got into trouble. We need to carefully examine the chamber and I need some highly gifted Steelpsychics or even Steelpsykers here. Odd as it might sound, I deepsense fear here rather than aggression. What ever tricked us made sure that you Steelscouts suffered no real damage."

It was widely believed that PrimeElder Owen Lyons' five daughters were all gifted psychics if not psykers. Yet the Lyons Family were not keen to speak of such matters, perhaps because it was painfully linked to Owen's former wife being Sarah's mother.


Edited by Maharg67, 12 February 2019 - 06:13 AM.


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3.1[4]

PrimeElder Owen Lyons sat on-in his special enfolding command chair in a large command chamber of tiers so that he overlooked the activity of many Steelfollowers be they operators, techies, guards or others. He sipped what was supposed to be coffee from a cupcan found, amongst many of them, in a preserver container in the CitadelDC. It had once been the NewPentagon, being only like the OldPentagon at ground level and five levels above. It had been greatly more fortified, secured, than the OldPentagon that had been largely destroyed during the very brief World War Three of the mid 21st Century.

He had 'felt' somehow that the CitadelDC had welcomed the brotherhood, just as it had a few others, but had rejected others. It was an 'illogical' thought that he had shared only with a few few and had made sure he had not done so with others.

The secret report, from the strange bunker in the Trenchmaze, was frustrating but not surprising. The mysterious mentor-benefactor-mediator had warned the CelestiCircle that such like would happen too often and the only real way to do with such challenges was with exceeding care.

Owen had to instigate a purge, of the OldGuard elements, in the DCBS. It was not something that he cared to do but preparations had already been put into place. The ringleaders were known, along with their treacherous followers and it was just a matter of 'round them up'.

Even as he, in his fairly bulky PrimeElder robetunic, reached for the communicator to send out the coded command to start the purge, bad news came to him. Henry Casdin, and other rebel leaders, had escaped taking many valuable resources with them including prize pieces of tech. The PrimeElder did not waste energy getting angry but started sending out orders for loyal forces to catch the thieves.


Edited by Maharg67, 01 February 2019 - 02:08 PM.


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4.1[5]

The teenadult, Saltis of many freckles on patchwork radhuman skin, pulled the single lever on the exotic, rainbow patterned, surprise food dispenser. A 10cm high-wide sphere of purple colouration, with the code 0301 on its side, rolled down a spiral chute that circled the machine. She picked it up, wondering how it would taste, and took it to a big wooden table where the other RankStreet Survivalists were at though not all were sitting on chairs. Amongst them were some Rainboties such as a rainbow coloured, floating, pudgy muscular baby like figure.

Saltis dropped the foodball into another machine, that is into a hopper at the top of it, and pulled another lever. An identical foodball rolled out of it and down another spiral chute to end up in a tray. Others were soon following from the foodball copiator.

Pale off white Tommy smiled sweetly-warmly at Saltis. "You are very clever working with the foodballdispenser and the foodballcopiator. "

On one level Saltis knew she had not done much but a surge of warmth went through her, mind-body-spirit wise and she blushed softly.

Around them the great, exotic, chamber pulsated gently at the edges where the rainbow walls were along with above where the rainbow ceiling was. Animals were at the table along with robots and androids. In the distance, but far closer than the walls, others were active in multiple ways or were sleeping.

Tommy was powerful, in multiple ways, but it was the Rainbowbaby that was even more so though she preferred to work through Tommy. There were the dark karmic 'Patriottroopers' that had intruded into the bunker proper that Tommy had dealt with through his avatars. Now there were other intruders but Tommy was clearly not sure how to deal with them for they were not dark karmic as the others had been.


Edited by Maharg67, 12 February 2019 - 06:16 AM.


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5.1[6]

It was a dimly lit day with dark clouds overhead and strange smelling breezes. Lasergun equipped eyebots bobbed through the air, through the DCWastelands, coming from the north and the EagleEnclaven that had sent them. The lone figure, looking like a typical radhuman settler of the DCWastelands, just inside a broken front of a typical Predoomsday diner. She saw the trio of eyebots, only one sprouting the awful lying propagands of one President Henry Eden who was in a bunker known as RavenRock. There were bad public relations sounding statements, and music, coming from the eyebots. The promises of protection, of support, were contradicted by murder, enslavement and worse.

A bunch of radghouls fled away from the eyebots that they could not reach to do harm to while the eyebots would laser them dead if they got too close. Too many people assumed that radghouls were totally mindless which was far from true.

The WayWanderer grinned mildly, reached out invisibly, and then the eyebots were warning Wastelanders against President Henry Eden, the EagleEnclaven and the other dangers coming from the north; that is lesser threats as driven south by the greater one of the EagleEnclaven itself.

The WayWanderer looked around, some more, at that small metropolis in Pennsylvania, as the area had once been named. She made some items vanish and gave some resources to a small band of defensive aggressive only radghants. Being smarter, more receptive, than radghouls they were soon vanished and sent to a much healthier, safer, location.

High above circled great predatory radbirds and in the distance a flying cousin of other clawbeasts being a wingclaw. It was a reminder of just how dangerous the DCWastelands were but not really a necessary one.


Edited by Maharg67, 01 February 2019 - 03:35 PM.


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6.1[7]

DCRegulator Jackman reluctantly had his team catch a small group of Steelfollowers escaping from CitadelDC with some loot. Not wanting to get involved too heavily in internal DCBoS affairs he stood in a big, typical, underground chamber in WashingtonDC and oversaw the removal of stolen tech from the angry Steelfollowers of a rebel faction.

One Lieutenant Franklin scowled heavily at the patchwork skinned radhuman. "You will pay for this theft, Wastelander."

Jackman, in a typical DCRegulator duster outfit, grinsmiled. "Not your goods so we are not stealing them. We will return them to CitadelDC for a moderate fee. You will be freed taking copies of data with you while originals of the same data will be returned to their rightful owners and the DC Settlements League gets a third set of copies as sent to our scientists at RivetCity. I suppose you assumed that we could never have scientists or techies at work but the programs are decades old."

Franklin, in power armour but with his helmet removed, looked startled. "I never did assume that radhumans are stupid. You got me thinking in ways that the Brotherhood of Steel OldGuard would not appreciate at all. We will go to RivetCity and work there to help the eggheads there. Most of us here are science people, which is why you caught us so easily, I suppose."

The other DCRegulators there smiled, especially the second in command, Sanshane. While better knowledge, of the DCWastelands, and other such factors had helped in the ambush, Jackman was the main reason for the success. Now he was having, yet again, his odd positive influence on others.

Jackman nodded. "You could do so and be a scientific outpost of the DCBS. I will talk with PrimeElder Lyons on your behalf!"


Edited by Maharg67, 02 February 2019 - 03:54 AM.


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6.2[8]

Franklin accepted not only that but the DCRegulator offer to escort his group to RivetCity. Three of the group were quietly unhappy about what was going on though the others, probably uncertain about the decision that they had made, had accepted it. The majority saw it as a way to do some good work, for the DCBS, before returning directly to speak to them.

Jackman was, with Sanshane's very valuable help as a psychic-psyker, soon to discover something odd with the group. They had fallen under some kind of dark mindwise influence and it seemed others had done so also; it had to be investigated and it fell into the DCRegulator's special jurisdiction. They went after, were often 'guided towards', exotic crimes of a dark nature.

The three dark karmic fools fled away, were allowed to do so by the DCRegulators but were tracked through the very well hidden devices hidden on their power armour. Three DCRegulators, who had staid back out of sight during the ambush, followed the fools.


Edited by Maharg67, 02 February 2019 - 04:24 AM.


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7.1[9]

Sarah Lyons was puzzled because the second bunker, chamber, that the Lyons Pride managed to enter smelled of basically nothing. The Wastelands always had distinctive smells as the Wastelands in general but also with specific taints of different areas. The DCWastelands had revealed a new variety of scents to the Brotherhood of Steel newcomers but that was to be expected.

That room had less smell in it than the cleanest of DCBS fortified chambers. Only the crazy descented spaces, of the EagleEnclaven, had come close to it; the Pridetroopers knew this well, having infiltrated a few EagleEnclaven bases.

It was also amazingly bare with no visible explanation to where the light, and fresh air, was coming from. The air itself seemed to glow so there were no shadows.

Another matter was that it was hard, for no obvious reasons, to define the actual dimensions of the chamber. Hitech devices, of the newcomers, gave only confused readings of the environment.

Despite all of the strangeness, there was not the slightest sense of threat.

The door, that had they had come through, had vanished while the squad was examining other areas so it was obvious that they were not only expected to wait there but that they had no other option. Sarah ordered a rest break with some of the 15 Pridetroopers always being on sentry duty.


Edited by Maharg67, 02 February 2019 - 09:57 AM.


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8.1[10]

The three DCRegulators lost the three rogue Steelfollowers who had supposedly escaped away from Jackman's control. They awoke feeling gutwise sick and mindwise confused with a handsome, slimly muscular man ready to get them to drink cool, pristine, water from a canteen. Or at least that is what it appeared to be.

They were lying on odd couches in what looked to be an old fashion motorised mobile home. One whole wall was what looked, at first, to be a mirror but then second looks proved it to be a 3Dscreen. It showed the part of the GrandMallDC where an unknown, darkwise, entity had attacked the three scouts.

The man, in his curious old fashioned type private detective outfit, spoke. "I am MrWalker, sometimes known as the Mysterious Stranger though others could share that same tital." His hat, dark sunglasses, and drawn up coat collar, hid his identity well. "You will feel greatly tired, very soon, and will return to sleep."

That is what happened as MrWalker sat, on a comfortable armchair, quietly meditating. He had saved the three from a very dangerous entity, it fleeing away at his swift approach because he was more dangerous than it was. The three were also 'lucky' because he had the resources to cure them when only very had had such; it was no accident that it was that way.


Edited by Maharg67, 02 February 2019 - 11:54 AM.






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