Wow, sneering imperialist much there?
Edward, you absolute mad lad! This is so audaciously insanely bold, I'm actually impressed. More so if it worked
Fallout: Roma Aeternum - Maxson's March West
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"They're all insane. I can't really put it any other way. President Moore, the entire Office of Science and Industry, the MPs on the Baja Complex? They're all nuts. With the history that every New California Republic citizen learns in grade school, you'd think they know any better. That's why Moore has been trying to assert control over those asshole primitives down in Texas - she wants uranium. I can't stress that enough. The President of the NCR, as of 23-fucking-09, wants uranium."
- "Private Jimmy's message to Salty Jones", Private James "Jimmy" DeWitte
"I appreciate the question. No, the New California Republic has no plans to create any nuclear weapons. We remember well when the Boneyard was a quite literal wall of bones. We remember when cities were not stable areas but ruins of a dead age. We remember our parents telling us about their ancestors and the stories of those who had to face nuclear fire. We remember the escalation between an authoritarian United States and a totalitarian China that led to an age of slavery, murder, and lawlessness.
"We remember, I must remind you, that even the technological splendor of our works here in the NCR was nothing compared to a society smart enough to build robotic butlers but dumb enough to set them all on fire. The nuclear bomb is a weapon that must stay in the ground, and I would assure you that we do no plan to repeat the mistakes of the past. No enemy of the Republic would be in any way powerful or vile enough to justify the use of the final weapon.
"While the Legion was no doubt monstrous, and raiders scour the Eastern lands, neither faction is organized or equipped well enough to require the ultimate bomb's use. Notably, NCR bombers are few and far between, making the concept of a nuclear NCR seem silly. In addition, developing nuclear weapons would be a crash program of vast monetary expense for little reward. For moral and practical reasons, I can say truthfully that there will never be a Bear Bomb.
"Thank you for your time."
- "Press Conference 5/6/2311", President Dennis Crocker
"When Mandrill Mechanics offered me the opportunity to move to Baja, I took it as soon as I could. I could've stayed in Vault 7, Texas. Maybe I could've became a moderately well paid engineer somewhere or find some other bloody fortune in the wastes. Still, I don't look a gift horse in the mouth, and I didn't plan to then. Now, what you need to understand is that Mandrill Mechanics is a front for the OSI.
"What? No, I can't 'tone down' my accent, sorry. Anyway, Mandrill Mechanics. They told me that I could take one of their refurbished little Piper Cubs out to the Baja Complex, and that as an engineer I'd be expected to help work on Project Prosperity.
"I didn't know what that was, quite frankly, but the name gave me goosebumps. When I came over, I saw this massive village built in the deserts of the southern part of Baja California. The place was one of those closed cities. Nobody goes in, nobody goes out. Cali-Cola machines were in the offices, though. They were free. That was pretty nice.
"I've been spending the last few years on a little cot, reading books and going to work. Sometimes I listen to the radio, I guess. I can't tell you what we're working on, though. The executives of the project, the people who greenlit this interview that's gonna get censored to hell and back, they live in a mini-Vault they made underneath the Complex beforehand. Not that I'm opposed to that. Maybe if I do well I'll end up being able to get a room in that too.
"The one thing that bugs me is all of these Austinites who the NCR quietly hired to work on their military engineering projects. Once the NCR managed to start to keep those outdated freaks under control, they started throwing money at any ex-Project Cavalier psycho who had skills with engineering. They're kind of arrogant and if you can switch your loyalties for money you pro'lly never had 'em, you know what I'm saying? I guess they wanted the help to keep their technological lead going.
"Whatever they're making, I guess they think it'll destroy guys in power armor."
- "Baja Interview", Victor Brook (Interviewed by Coden Vire)
"Dear Patty Layfield-Crocker,
I'm sorry.
God, I'm sorry.
Christ, I'm sorry. I've had...problems. I don't know. I tried to be a good person when I was an ambassador. I tried to be a good person when I was thrown into power. I tried to be a good person. I always thought of myself as a pacifist, even when I clearly acknowledged that were I ever to become a president I would need to do terrible things for all the right reasons. You've been a wonderful mom - you raised me right.
I don't think I can call myself a pacifist, anymore. I knew it was bad outside of our borders when I was an ambassador, but after the Legion fell it's somehow gotten worse. I've been drinking more than can possibly be healthy, and instead of dealing with a fascist cult based on the dehumanization of women, now I'm dealing with a fascist cult with power armor.
There's an entirely new culture here, the American Romans, the tribals. They have no love lost for us. They spent decades fighting us, I guess. So they're an enemy as well. Next, you have the snakes down South, from the savage to the decadent. There's the knights in the East and the 'purifying army' a bit further East.
Look down at Mexico - rampant AIs, powerful armies, strange monsters and violent cultures...I guess I'm a hypocrite, now. I didn't shut down Moore's little project. I think I made the right decision, though. The NCR needs to be defended by any means necessary, and nobody else is going to be able to make one anytime soon.
President Dennis Crocker"
- "Private Jimmy's message to Salty Jones", Private James "Jimmy" DeWitte
"I appreciate the question. No, the New California Republic has no plans to create any nuclear weapons. We remember well when the Boneyard was a quite literal wall of bones. We remember when cities were not stable areas but ruins of a dead age. We remember our parents telling us about their ancestors and the stories of those who had to face nuclear fire. We remember the escalation between an authoritarian United States and a totalitarian China that led to an age of slavery, murder, and lawlessness.
"We remember, I must remind you, that even the technological splendor of our works here in the NCR was nothing compared to a society smart enough to build robotic butlers but dumb enough to set them all on fire. The nuclear bomb is a weapon that must stay in the ground, and I would assure you that we do no plan to repeat the mistakes of the past. No enemy of the Republic would be in any way powerful or vile enough to justify the use of the final weapon.
"While the Legion was no doubt monstrous, and raiders scour the Eastern lands, neither faction is organized or equipped well enough to require the ultimate bomb's use. Notably, NCR bombers are few and far between, making the concept of a nuclear NCR seem silly. In addition, developing nuclear weapons would be a crash program of vast monetary expense for little reward. For moral and practical reasons, I can say truthfully that there will never be a Bear Bomb.
"Thank you for your time."
- "Press Conference 5/6/2311", President Dennis Crocker
"When Mandrill Mechanics offered me the opportunity to move to Baja, I took it as soon as I could. I could've stayed in Vault 7, Texas. Maybe I could've became a moderately well paid engineer somewhere or find some other bloody fortune in the wastes. Still, I don't look a gift horse in the mouth, and I didn't plan to then. Now, what you need to understand is that Mandrill Mechanics is a front for the OSI.
"What? No, I can't 'tone down' my accent, sorry. Anyway, Mandrill Mechanics. They told me that I could take one of their refurbished little Piper Cubs out to the Baja Complex, and that as an engineer I'd be expected to help work on Project Prosperity.
"I didn't know what that was, quite frankly, but the name gave me goosebumps. When I came over, I saw this massive village built in the deserts of the southern part of Baja California. The place was one of those closed cities. Nobody goes in, nobody goes out. Cali-Cola machines were in the offices, though. They were free. That was pretty nice.
"I've been spending the last few years on a little cot, reading books and going to work. Sometimes I listen to the radio, I guess. I can't tell you what we're working on, though. The executives of the project, the people who greenlit this interview that's gonna get censored to hell and back, they live in a mini-Vault they made underneath the Complex beforehand. Not that I'm opposed to that. Maybe if I do well I'll end up being able to get a room in that too.
"The one thing that bugs me is all of these Austinites who the NCR quietly hired to work on their military engineering projects. Once the NCR managed to start to keep those outdated freaks under control, they started throwing money at any ex-Project Cavalier psycho who had skills with engineering. They're kind of arrogant and if you can switch your loyalties for money you pro'lly never had 'em, you know what I'm saying? I guess they wanted the help to keep their technological lead going.
"Whatever they're making, I guess they think it'll destroy guys in power armor."
- "Baja Interview", Victor Brook (Interviewed by Coden Vire)
"Dear Patty Layfield-Crocker,
I'm sorry.
God, I'm sorry.
Christ, I'm sorry. I've had...problems. I don't know. I tried to be a good person when I was an ambassador. I tried to be a good person when I was thrown into power. I tried to be a good person. I always thought of myself as a pacifist, even when I clearly acknowledged that were I ever to become a president I would need to do terrible things for all the right reasons. You've been a wonderful mom - you raised me right.
I don't think I can call myself a pacifist, anymore. I knew it was bad outside of our borders when I was an ambassador, but after the Legion fell it's somehow gotten worse. I've been drinking more than can possibly be healthy, and instead of dealing with a fascist cult based on the dehumanization of women, now I'm dealing with a fascist cult with power armor.
There's an entirely new culture here, the American Romans, the tribals. They have no love lost for us. They spent decades fighting us, I guess. So they're an enemy as well. Next, you have the snakes down South, from the savage to the decadent. There's the knights in the East and the 'purifying army' a bit further East.
Look down at Mexico - rampant AIs, powerful armies, strange monsters and violent cultures...I guess I'm a hypocrite, now. I didn't shut down Moore's little project. I think I made the right decision, though. The NCR needs to be defended by any means necessary, and nobody else is going to be able to make one anytime soon.
President Dennis Crocker"
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NCR and their future nuke
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"Rodent (noun) - an insulting name for the 'Liberated Zone' Hubologists who do not associate with the Church of Hubology. In addition, it may also refer to any religious traditions descended from the Church of Hubology beyond the officially sanctioned church."
- "NCR General Cult Glossary", Undein Uthgerd
"Rodents are the greatest enemy of our truth. Dick Hubbell spent much of his time in the pre-War years hunting down rodents. This was not out of some kind of obsession with hunting down heresies or an attempt to centralize the power of the Church. Rodents, those who would dilute or modify the teachings of the Hub, are an active danger to the Spokes of the Wheel. The doctrines of the rodents are an attack on the Star Father.
"Even now, in the Roman-West Protectorate, the rodents spread their lies. They claim things like the Star Father not caring about paying dues to the Church. They make up their own rites and rituals - rites and rituals that the Star Father sees as an abomination. They support homosexuality, adultery, sexual perversion, and psychiatry. They turn the Hub's teachings into mere supports for mortal rulers like Caesar Maxson or President Crocker.
"Luckily, northern New California has seen something of a drain of rodents from its borders. This is largely due to the stigma of being a traitor to the Star Father deserving to get ground up like the Rim Meat one is.
"However, southern New California, the Mojave Wasteland, and the Roman-West Protectorate are increasingly filling with 'Liberated Zone' Rim Meat. The average Outreach Officer will have to interact with these Oppressive Persons, so several arguments against Oppressive Persons have been listed below for use by Outreach Officers.
"1. The Church of Hubology has gone against the intentions of Dick Hubbell. This is the unifying belief of the rodents, and it is the one that is the most easy to disprove. Hubbell spoke at length about the necessity of a centralized Church based directly on his 'Scientific Spirituality'.
"2. The Church of Hubology treats harmless people such as homosexuals as Oppressive Persons. Homosexual inclusivists by definition advocate for a reduction in the population of faithful Hubologists. They are affected by neurodynes and until those neurodynes are purified they will by definition be Oppressive Persons.
"3. Psychiatry can be integrated into Dick Hubbell's scientific spirituality. Dick Hubbell famously raged against psychiatry, and the tentative acceptance of psychiatry and psychology by some rodents is proof of their Oppressive Person status.
"4. Who says the Church of Hubology knows what Dick Hubbel wanted? He's dead! He lives on in the purified hearts of every AHS-7."
- "The Outreach Officer's Primer", The Church of Hubology
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Hive-Child of Tempe (Transcribed by paid scribe Jonas Vey)
9/4/2311
"Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears and I shall speak to you! The enemy has made its way into our territory! The vile forces of Juno have found unwitting pawns. These 'Hubologists' intend to trick you. Some call themselves Liberated, some call themselves 'true Hubologists'.
"Neither group is to be trusted. They preach consumerism, degeneracy, and intend to steal the denarii of the chosen people. Their very existence is an attack on the Romans. So, I ask you - if you find a Hubologist in your tribes, or you see one in the tavern, tell him of the errors of his ways.
"If he does not repent and come to the priestesses to rekindle his faith in Mars - or at the very least the Christ of the foreigner - then strike them down with your fists. They are a threat against the Roman tribal people, against Flagstaff. They wish to destroy our culture and replace it with the changing of hands from the Roman to the Californian.
"The Hubologists wish for us to forget Caesar, son of Mars. We cannot forget this. We must not. Mars will live on for another two thousand years, and the Star Father will be forgotten like the sham he is."
- "Paladin Satretus Oeneus's Address to Flagstaff - Introduction", Satretus Oeneus
- "NCR General Cult Glossary", Undein Uthgerd
"Rodents are the greatest enemy of our truth. Dick Hubbell spent much of his time in the pre-War years hunting down rodents. This was not out of some kind of obsession with hunting down heresies or an attempt to centralize the power of the Church. Rodents, those who would dilute or modify the teachings of the Hub, are an active danger to the Spokes of the Wheel. The doctrines of the rodents are an attack on the Star Father.
"Even now, in the Roman-West Protectorate, the rodents spread their lies. They claim things like the Star Father not caring about paying dues to the Church. They make up their own rites and rituals - rites and rituals that the Star Father sees as an abomination. They support homosexuality, adultery, sexual perversion, and psychiatry. They turn the Hub's teachings into mere supports for mortal rulers like Caesar Maxson or President Crocker.
"Luckily, northern New California has seen something of a drain of rodents from its borders. This is largely due to the stigma of being a traitor to the Star Father deserving to get ground up like the Rim Meat one is.
"However, southern New California, the Mojave Wasteland, and the Roman-West Protectorate are increasingly filling with 'Liberated Zone' Rim Meat. The average Outreach Officer will have to interact with these Oppressive Persons, so several arguments against Oppressive Persons have been listed below for use by Outreach Officers.
"1. The Church of Hubology has gone against the intentions of Dick Hubbell. This is the unifying belief of the rodents, and it is the one that is the most easy to disprove. Hubbell spoke at length about the necessity of a centralized Church based directly on his 'Scientific Spirituality'.
"2. The Church of Hubology treats harmless people such as homosexuals as Oppressive Persons. Homosexual inclusivists by definition advocate for a reduction in the population of faithful Hubologists. They are affected by neurodynes and until those neurodynes are purified they will by definition be Oppressive Persons.
"3. Psychiatry can be integrated into Dick Hubbell's scientific spirituality. Dick Hubbell famously raged against psychiatry, and the tentative acceptance of psychiatry and psychology by some rodents is proof of their Oppressive Person status.
"4. Who says the Church of Hubology knows what Dick Hubbel wanted? He's dead! He lives on in the purified hearts of every AHS-7."
- "The Outreach Officer's Primer", The Church of Hubology
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9/4/2311
Hive-Child said:
"Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears and I shall speak to you! The enemy has made its way into our territory! The vile forces of Juno have found unwitting pawns. These 'Hubologists' intend to trick you. Some call themselves Liberated, some call themselves 'true Hubologists'.
"Neither group is to be trusted. They preach consumerism, degeneracy, and intend to steal the denarii of the chosen people. Their very existence is an attack on the Romans. So, I ask you - if you find a Hubologist in your tribes, or you see one in the tavern, tell him of the errors of his ways.
"If he does not repent and come to the priestesses to rekindle his faith in Mars - or at the very least the Christ of the foreigner - then strike them down with your fists. They are a threat against the Roman tribal people, against Flagstaff. They wish to destroy our culture and replace it with the changing of hands from the Roman to the Californian.
"The Hubologists wish for us to forget Caesar, son of Mars. We cannot forget this. We must not. Mars will live on for another two thousand years, and the Star Father will be forgotten like the sham he is."
- "Paladin Satretus Oeneus's Address to Flagstaff - Introduction", Satretus Oeneus
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Hey, I have a sense of what I want to write for the next update, but I'm not sure beyond that.
Just so I know what I could focus on to keep y'all interested, what parts or elements of the TL do you guys find interesting to read?
Just so I know what I could focus on to keep y'all interested, what parts or elements of the TL do you guys find interesting to read?
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"For century after century, the water off the coast of the Outer Banks has been called the 'Graveyard of the Atlantic'. Now, the title is even more apt than it ever was before the war. Not only must boaters contend with violent shoals and frequent rough waters, now they must deal with the Oceanfolk and their god. The god calls itself the Reject of Poseidon.
"This god is known for sinking ships, accepting prayers to allow ships to go safely, having its terrified subjects keelhauled or hung for blasphemy, and generally just being really kind of awful. The Broken Banks were originally broken by the Reject, and the Reject and its robotic-human fusions patrol the coasts to this day.
"The Reject has had a strange interaction with the greater powers of the wastes. It claimed to be related to John Henry Eden of the Enclave as a younger sibling, but Eden himself rejected this emphatically and called the Reject an 'enemy of American Christian values'. It has heard fascinating rumors of Texas, but it is unsure of any of the goings-on in the area.
"Most recently, the Reject has encountered the rising Brotherhood of Steel. While the vast majority of the Carolinas are occupied commanderies of the Brotherhood, the Broken Banks have remained independent on the grounds that the Banks are the Reject's territory, and nobody messes with the Reject of Poseidon."
- "The Georgian's Travel Guide", Bucky Winthrop
"Good evening, Paladin Stone. If you can see my watery, churning visage, you should be functioning properly. You may wonder why your body has been secured by coral to an undulating room. I am here to comfort you. You, Paladin Stone, are in your remaining psyche.
"This is the part where you die.
"Or, more accurately, you are integrated and altered such that you as you are now may as well have died. I am given to understand that this is something you wished? Are the people of the Broken Banks not free? Are they not defended by my servants and guided by my monsters?
"I am not as human as my oceanic, flat-faced form may seem. This is merely a comfortable form for you to be with as you are integrated into the mental super-consciousness. This den contains three other consciousnesses. One was a ghoul businessman in life. Another was a slaver warlord who became part of me to avoid death. The last is my original form, the unknowable.
"You, as you begged, shall be the fourth. This pity is a gift. Thank you for choosing Poseidon Energy. Have a nice day!"
- The Reject of Poseidon to Paladin Stone
"This god is known for sinking ships, accepting prayers to allow ships to go safely, having its terrified subjects keelhauled or hung for blasphemy, and generally just being really kind of awful. The Broken Banks were originally broken by the Reject, and the Reject and its robotic-human fusions patrol the coasts to this day.
"The Reject has had a strange interaction with the greater powers of the wastes. It claimed to be related to John Henry Eden of the Enclave as a younger sibling, but Eden himself rejected this emphatically and called the Reject an 'enemy of American Christian values'. It has heard fascinating rumors of Texas, but it is unsure of any of the goings-on in the area.
"Most recently, the Reject has encountered the rising Brotherhood of Steel. While the vast majority of the Carolinas are occupied commanderies of the Brotherhood, the Broken Banks have remained independent on the grounds that the Banks are the Reject's territory, and nobody messes with the Reject of Poseidon."
- "The Georgian's Travel Guide", Bucky Winthrop
"Good evening, Paladin Stone. If you can see my watery, churning visage, you should be functioning properly. You may wonder why your body has been secured by coral to an undulating room. I am here to comfort you. You, Paladin Stone, are in your remaining psyche.
"This is the part where you die.
"Or, more accurately, you are integrated and altered such that you as you are now may as well have died. I am given to understand that this is something you wished? Are the people of the Broken Banks not free? Are they not defended by my servants and guided by my monsters?
"I am not as human as my oceanic, flat-faced form may seem. This is merely a comfortable form for you to be with as you are integrated into the mental super-consciousness. This den contains three other consciousnesses. One was a ghoul businessman in life. Another was a slaver warlord who became part of me to avoid death. The last is my original form, the unknowable.
"You, as you begged, shall be the fourth. This pity is a gift. Thank you for choosing Poseidon Energy. Have a nice day!"
- The Reject of Poseidon to Paladin Stone
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Wastelander's Tip: While I don't consider Fallout 76 to be canon in this timeline, I do like the Mothman and the idea of a pre-War Mothman cult. So, here we are.
"Rasmussen came to Texas clad in cloth, electrical wires, barbed wire, and in one notable instance human viscera. He left clad in Austin Rangers combat armor defaced with red paint, with banners hanging from his back from thick wire. When he left Texas, he carried an Austinite combat shotgun.
"The banners depicted a stylized moth in messy paint. This was the sigil of the Moth Cult, an odd cult which sprung up around the enigmatic traveler Rasmussen. Rasmussen was said to have come from the far east, an odd and mythic wanderer.
"Wherever Rasmussen came, suffering and violence were sure to follow. He operated like a predator, moving from town to town. He would play the part of a destitute, wandering man of the cloth. He'd work his way into anywhere from shanty houses to reclaimed apartment blocks. Then, he would wait until nightfall, torture, and slaughter the inhabitants. In many cases, he used their bodies for his rituals. He fastidiously spared the children, leaving them to flee and spread his legend.
"Occasionally, he would supposedly leave his hosts with knowledge of the future as a gift - knowledge that would come to pass. Most of the time, this present would be instead of death, but occasionally the prophecy would include a tragic demise. These prophecies are wasteland legends, and should be treated as such.
"He drove a Chryslus Highwayman covered in armor to the point where it was essentially a technical. According to one of the now-teenage children who fled Rasmussen's bloody path West, Rasmussen pledged fealty to an obscure Old World order in Appalachia, and believed it was his duty to follow the demands of his master. This master, known as the Mothman, was a sort of monster with the ability to peer into the future. There is no scientific evidence for such a being, though Brotherhood contacts confirm that in the Appalachian Commandery the Cult of the Mothman does persist in a more scattered form in the East.
"The most recent sighting of Rasmussen was in Phoenix, which he declared to be the seat of the cult, starting the Western Church of the Mothman and taking several wives. The ruins of the annihilated Phoenix Zoo have been built over to create a natural complex intended to facilitate revelations of the future from their chosen patron deity.
- "Cults of the Waste - Inculta to Rasmussen", Don Vickers
"I found the traveller from the East to be largely friendly. His customs were odd, however. Often, he would pray by taking a small miniature of a man with glossy wings and putting it on a flat rock, mumbling something at it that I could not understand.
"He offered to cook Brahmin for my wife, and mentioned that the tribes of the Grand Canyon - of which we were a part - were notably pure in our spirituality. He compared one of our gods to his own, and failed to explain adequately what his god was like.
"It is hot and hard to live in the Grand Canyon, but our kind have lived in the area for a long while. The visitor had green eyes and white-blonde hair, along with sharpened nails which reminded me of talons.
"Still, he brought barbecue sauce."
- Flower Host, Tribal from the Grand Canyon
"All of the sheep out there, they're gonna tell you that the Central Texan Republic came about because of losing to the Texan Roaders, the Hell Legion, and the Mexicans. That just ain't true. Here's the thing. That's not true. The Austin Star wouldn't've fallen to a bunch of raiders and Mexicans. Come on.
"It was the Devil. I know, that sounds kinda out there, right? Well, here's what you need to know. There's this thing out there. It's a cult. Kinda like the Inculta Legion, but worse. The Antichrist has come to Texas, folks.
"The Antichrist has a name - Rasmussen, and he has a master. That master, ladies and gentlemen, is Satan himself, taking the guise of a monster from the barbarian east known as the Mothman.
"The fact is that Rasmussen brought dark magic and death to every single town he visited, and stories of his demonic powers cannot be overstated. The Devil and his handpicked servant came to Texas, and it's his fault that Texas is no longer free.
"Damn the NCR, damn the barbarians outside, damn Rasmussen, and damn the enemies of our people."
- "Travis County Talk Radio", Friendly Jones
"Rasmussen came to Texas clad in cloth, electrical wires, barbed wire, and in one notable instance human viscera. He left clad in Austin Rangers combat armor defaced with red paint, with banners hanging from his back from thick wire. When he left Texas, he carried an Austinite combat shotgun.
"The banners depicted a stylized moth in messy paint. This was the sigil of the Moth Cult, an odd cult which sprung up around the enigmatic traveler Rasmussen. Rasmussen was said to have come from the far east, an odd and mythic wanderer.
"Wherever Rasmussen came, suffering and violence were sure to follow. He operated like a predator, moving from town to town. He would play the part of a destitute, wandering man of the cloth. He'd work his way into anywhere from shanty houses to reclaimed apartment blocks. Then, he would wait until nightfall, torture, and slaughter the inhabitants. In many cases, he used their bodies for his rituals. He fastidiously spared the children, leaving them to flee and spread his legend.
"Occasionally, he would supposedly leave his hosts with knowledge of the future as a gift - knowledge that would come to pass. Most of the time, this present would be instead of death, but occasionally the prophecy would include a tragic demise. These prophecies are wasteland legends, and should be treated as such.
"He drove a Chryslus Highwayman covered in armor to the point where it was essentially a technical. According to one of the now-teenage children who fled Rasmussen's bloody path West, Rasmussen pledged fealty to an obscure Old World order in Appalachia, and believed it was his duty to follow the demands of his master. This master, known as the Mothman, was a sort of monster with the ability to peer into the future. There is no scientific evidence for such a being, though Brotherhood contacts confirm that in the Appalachian Commandery the Cult of the Mothman does persist in a more scattered form in the East.
"The most recent sighting of Rasmussen was in Phoenix, which he declared to be the seat of the cult, starting the Western Church of the Mothman and taking several wives. The ruins of the annihilated Phoenix Zoo have been built over to create a natural complex intended to facilitate revelations of the future from their chosen patron deity.
- "Cults of the Waste - Inculta to Rasmussen", Don Vickers
"I found the traveller from the East to be largely friendly. His customs were odd, however. Often, he would pray by taking a small miniature of a man with glossy wings and putting it on a flat rock, mumbling something at it that I could not understand.
"He offered to cook Brahmin for my wife, and mentioned that the tribes of the Grand Canyon - of which we were a part - were notably pure in our spirituality. He compared one of our gods to his own, and failed to explain adequately what his god was like.
"It is hot and hard to live in the Grand Canyon, but our kind have lived in the area for a long while. The visitor had green eyes and white-blonde hair, along with sharpened nails which reminded me of talons.
"Still, he brought barbecue sauce."
- Flower Host, Tribal from the Grand Canyon
"All of the sheep out there, they're gonna tell you that the Central Texan Republic came about because of losing to the Texan Roaders, the Hell Legion, and the Mexicans. That just ain't true. Here's the thing. That's not true. The Austin Star wouldn't've fallen to a bunch of raiders and Mexicans. Come on.
"It was the Devil. I know, that sounds kinda out there, right? Well, here's what you need to know. There's this thing out there. It's a cult. Kinda like the Inculta Legion, but worse. The Antichrist has come to Texas, folks.
"The Antichrist has a name - Rasmussen, and he has a master. That master, ladies and gentlemen, is Satan himself, taking the guise of a monster from the barbarian east known as the Mothman.
"The fact is that Rasmussen brought dark magic and death to every single town he visited, and stories of his demonic powers cannot be overstated. The Devil and his handpicked servant came to Texas, and it's his fault that Texas is no longer free.
"Damn the NCR, damn the barbarians outside, damn Rasmussen, and damn the enemies of our people."
- "Travis County Talk Radio", Friendly Jones
Boots: The Fucking New Guys
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"What is a "boot"?
"A boot is that guy who thinks he's hot shit for becoming an officer. Sure, there's the draft or whatever, but this guy wanted to be a Paladin. Maybe he's a Knight for the moment. Maybe he's a Knight sergeant in a suit of garbage T-60 power armor. No matter what, he's a complete jerk-off.
"Like, this guy probably has the Brotherhood emblem tattooed on his back or arm or some shit. Wings, sword, gears, all that. Probably says stuff like "Damn straight, officer!" or salutes with that dumb fucking smile on his face, like he has some kind of fetish for bowing down to a spineless coward in a Knight commander's uniform or whatever.
"It's easy to assume that a rehabilitated raider or feudal from the Midwest is a boot. They aren't, they're just enthusiastic. Enthusiasm is good. To be a boot, you have to be embarrassing in trying to be a badass, and that kind of embarrassment really only comes from natural-born Brothers and Sisters. I mean, I guess some immigrants from the Deep South can be boot.
"Boots act like they're unstoppable badasses clad in their crappy power armor, constantly stand at parade rest even in civilian life, and just won't shut up about they're definitely true story where they fought off twenty Austinite Rangers and a NCR landcrawler tank at the same time.
"That same guy, you know for an absolute fact, did nothing more than work at the commissary, handing out canned meat to desk workers in goddamned Boston. He's got a tattoo of the Brotherhood emblem, one of Roger Maxson, and one of the Star Paladin's insignia. He still wears camouflage pants. Even when he was in the military, he spent his time jerking off in his bunk and chatting about comic books.
"That, my friend, is a boot, and the Brotherhood of Steel is full of 'em."
- "Interview with a Brotherhood Scribe", Dick Wavely
"So, there's this guy I knew. His name was Kellen. I'm not going to give his last name or his rank, but his rank was low and if you know him you'll know what Kellen I'm talking about. Yeah, this is the Sweet Tea Story.
"Kellen liked sweet tea. He was from the Commandery of Kentucky, but both of his parents were from Freestate Alabama and he spoke with one of those hick accents. I'm not saying Kellen was dumb, or a redneck.
"He was a smart guy, he just sounded like a hick. He wasn't as smart as he thought he was, though. He was a Knight, and I was a Lancer. So, Lancers are the air force, while knights and paladins are the ground force. Lancers are also our navy, but our navy's kinda shit and anyone who's in the navy mostly just sits in base and jerks off.
"A lot of Brothers jerk off. It's our thing. The boys out in the R-W Protectorate who sign up to be Brothers get surprised by that. They've been raised to believe that sex outside of procreation is evil by their ex-Legion parents.
"Anyway, the Sweet Tea story. So, Kellen's talking to me about being a Lancer and he's asking me if I've ever shot at an enemy before. I work on the Caledfwlch, which is one of the Prydwen-class airships. I mostly run drills and play roleplaying games, but sometimes I take potshots at raiders. Occasionally we land somewhere and get to work with laser rifles. Same shit as always.
"He says to me, 'Wow, pussy, I didn't expect a Lancer to have drawn blood. Most of y'all take it up the ass, right?" I mean, I'm not saying we don't take it up the ass, but still, my pride was wounded.
"So I say to him, 'Yeah, sure. Fuck off, Sweet Tea.'. We're at about equivalent rank, and there aren't any higher-ranking officers around there to tell us to stop being babies. Dude stood at parade rest and his hair was still cut close to his head even though he'd been in the military for months and half the time he was out offship in the wasteland.
"'What, just because I have an accent it means I drink sweet tea?' Kellen asked. I nodded. He told me it was a stereotype, and I told him to get back to running laps around the deck of the Caledfwlch. He nodded at that, and I thought that was that. Everyone kept giving him shit for it, asking him about sweet tea enemas and I think one guy who was kind of a psycho punched him in the dick. We all had a good laugh.
"Then, I'm at breakfast at the mess hall, and the guy at the commissary who's wearing one of those little paper 'DEAD BROTHERS LIVE ON' bracelets hands me a can of Paladin's Bounty. That's our shitty canned meat. He also gave me canned water. I guessed the can had been damaged, since there was a scratch on the cheap label.
"So, I open the tab on the canned water, and it tastes incredibly sweet. So, I pour it out into one of the paper bowls that're, like, waxed, and the whole fucker fills up with tea. I turn to Kellen, and I'm just glaring at him like, 'you motherfucker'. He just grins like the cat that ate the goddamn canary.
"I'm just like 'What the fuck?' under my breath, you know? He walks up and shows me that he drilled a hole in the base of the can. He tells me he used a funnel he made out of the waxed paper bowls to pour sweet tea he got offship into the hole, then he melted a bit of metal to cover up the little hole. After that, he told the commissary guy to give me the water with the scratch on it.
"Maybe he gave the commissary guy a blowjob to do it, maybe they just thought it'd be funny. So I turn to Kellen, and I'm like 'Seriously, what the fuck?'
"He just kinda shrugs and told me he fucked my girlfriend and my mom in a threesome. I mean, he was still a boot, but it was kind of impressive. The canned water trick, not the fucking my mom and girlfriend in a threesome thing."
- "Interview with a Brotherhood Lancer", Dick Wavely
"It turns out that fifty year old men can be boot. I only learned recently what the word meant, honestly. I was writing a paper for college at the Boneyard, and one of the prompts was to do an interview with 'members of an organization central to the history of the New Californian Republic'. I was an undergrad, so I decided to go for something dramatic.
"I went to the Veteran's Society of the NCR, and there were only two guys who were actually anywhere below 37. One of them was in the NCR Infantry, one of them was an NCR heavy trooper. The rest of them were these aging guys with beards and beer guts.
"Maybe it was just being in the Boneyard, but I thought it was funny how these guys who hadn't fought a war in thirty years wouldn't shut up about how spoiled brats like me didn't get what it was like to be a soldier. Something about patriotism, about liberating more and more territory around the NCR.
"I asked them their thoughts on the draft, for the paper, and I thought it was funny how it seemed like the only people who supported the draft were people too old to fight in it."
- Jack McCrell
"A boot is that guy who thinks he's hot shit for becoming an officer. Sure, there's the draft or whatever, but this guy wanted to be a Paladin. Maybe he's a Knight for the moment. Maybe he's a Knight sergeant in a suit of garbage T-60 power armor. No matter what, he's a complete jerk-off.
"Like, this guy probably has the Brotherhood emblem tattooed on his back or arm or some shit. Wings, sword, gears, all that. Probably says stuff like "Damn straight, officer!" or salutes with that dumb fucking smile on his face, like he has some kind of fetish for bowing down to a spineless coward in a Knight commander's uniform or whatever.
"It's easy to assume that a rehabilitated raider or feudal from the Midwest is a boot. They aren't, they're just enthusiastic. Enthusiasm is good. To be a boot, you have to be embarrassing in trying to be a badass, and that kind of embarrassment really only comes from natural-born Brothers and Sisters. I mean, I guess some immigrants from the Deep South can be boot.
"Boots act like they're unstoppable badasses clad in their crappy power armor, constantly stand at parade rest even in civilian life, and just won't shut up about they're definitely true story where they fought off twenty Austinite Rangers and a NCR landcrawler tank at the same time.
"That same guy, you know for an absolute fact, did nothing more than work at the commissary, handing out canned meat to desk workers in goddamned Boston. He's got a tattoo of the Brotherhood emblem, one of Roger Maxson, and one of the Star Paladin's insignia. He still wears camouflage pants. Even when he was in the military, he spent his time jerking off in his bunk and chatting about comic books.
"That, my friend, is a boot, and the Brotherhood of Steel is full of 'em."
- "Interview with a Brotherhood Scribe", Dick Wavely
"So, there's this guy I knew. His name was Kellen. I'm not going to give his last name or his rank, but his rank was low and if you know him you'll know what Kellen I'm talking about. Yeah, this is the Sweet Tea Story.
"Kellen liked sweet tea. He was from the Commandery of Kentucky, but both of his parents were from Freestate Alabama and he spoke with one of those hick accents. I'm not saying Kellen was dumb, or a redneck.
"He was a smart guy, he just sounded like a hick. He wasn't as smart as he thought he was, though. He was a Knight, and I was a Lancer. So, Lancers are the air force, while knights and paladins are the ground force. Lancers are also our navy, but our navy's kinda shit and anyone who's in the navy mostly just sits in base and jerks off.
"A lot of Brothers jerk off. It's our thing. The boys out in the R-W Protectorate who sign up to be Brothers get surprised by that. They've been raised to believe that sex outside of procreation is evil by their ex-Legion parents.
"Anyway, the Sweet Tea story. So, Kellen's talking to me about being a Lancer and he's asking me if I've ever shot at an enemy before. I work on the Caledfwlch, which is one of the Prydwen-class airships. I mostly run drills and play roleplaying games, but sometimes I take potshots at raiders. Occasionally we land somewhere and get to work with laser rifles. Same shit as always.
"He says to me, 'Wow, pussy, I didn't expect a Lancer to have drawn blood. Most of y'all take it up the ass, right?" I mean, I'm not saying we don't take it up the ass, but still, my pride was wounded.
"So I say to him, 'Yeah, sure. Fuck off, Sweet Tea.'. We're at about equivalent rank, and there aren't any higher-ranking officers around there to tell us to stop being babies. Dude stood at parade rest and his hair was still cut close to his head even though he'd been in the military for months and half the time he was out offship in the wasteland.
"'What, just because I have an accent it means I drink sweet tea?' Kellen asked. I nodded. He told me it was a stereotype, and I told him to get back to running laps around the deck of the Caledfwlch. He nodded at that, and I thought that was that. Everyone kept giving him shit for it, asking him about sweet tea enemas and I think one guy who was kind of a psycho punched him in the dick. We all had a good laugh.
"Then, I'm at breakfast at the mess hall, and the guy at the commissary who's wearing one of those little paper 'DEAD BROTHERS LIVE ON' bracelets hands me a can of Paladin's Bounty. That's our shitty canned meat. He also gave me canned water. I guessed the can had been damaged, since there was a scratch on the cheap label.
"So, I open the tab on the canned water, and it tastes incredibly sweet. So, I pour it out into one of the paper bowls that're, like, waxed, and the whole fucker fills up with tea. I turn to Kellen, and I'm just glaring at him like, 'you motherfucker'. He just grins like the cat that ate the goddamn canary.
"I'm just like 'What the fuck?' under my breath, you know? He walks up and shows me that he drilled a hole in the base of the can. He tells me he used a funnel he made out of the waxed paper bowls to pour sweet tea he got offship into the hole, then he melted a bit of metal to cover up the little hole. After that, he told the commissary guy to give me the water with the scratch on it.
"Maybe he gave the commissary guy a blowjob to do it, maybe they just thought it'd be funny. So I turn to Kellen, and I'm like 'Seriously, what the fuck?'
"He just kinda shrugs and told me he fucked my girlfriend and my mom in a threesome. I mean, he was still a boot, but it was kind of impressive. The canned water trick, not the fucking my mom and girlfriend in a threesome thing."
- "Interview with a Brotherhood Lancer", Dick Wavely
"It turns out that fifty year old men can be boot. I only learned recently what the word meant, honestly. I was writing a paper for college at the Boneyard, and one of the prompts was to do an interview with 'members of an organization central to the history of the New Californian Republic'. I was an undergrad, so I decided to go for something dramatic.
"I went to the Veteran's Society of the NCR, and there were only two guys who were actually anywhere below 37. One of them was in the NCR Infantry, one of them was an NCR heavy trooper. The rest of them were these aging guys with beards and beer guts.
"Maybe it was just being in the Boneyard, but I thought it was funny how these guys who hadn't fought a war in thirty years wouldn't shut up about how spoiled brats like me didn't get what it was like to be a soldier. Something about patriotism, about liberating more and more territory around the NCR.
"I asked them their thoughts on the draft, for the paper, and I thought it was funny how it seemed like the only people who supported the draft were people too old to fight in it."
- Jack McCrell
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"I think I cried a little. I was on the Monmouth - you know, the airship in the Mojave - when I saw the mushroom clouds below us. I didn't know what was going on, and honestly I wasn't thinking rationally. All I remember was this sense of fear. I can't believe it, some stupid bastard did it. You know. That kind of thing. There wasn't just one. There was a cluster of them, like candlelights in the distance.
"I had a comrade who was sent to the Mojave - Paladin Danse. I remember that he used to pout about being re-assigned. No fights against the Reject of Poseidon's cultists or the Mexicans, no battles against the Vitruvians...He'd just be sitting on an airship in the civilized West.
"He expected an unsatisfying assignment. He didn't know what he was in for. We were all exposed to radiation, then, but none of it was enough to do much. Far away blasts, you know? We thought it was an earthquake at first.
"Still, the implications were obvious. We, as Brothers, had failed. Someone had gotten a hold of the same weapons used to destroy the world, and they'd planned to do so again. I thought it was the NCR, if anyone, but why would they bomb their own territory?"
- Paladin Perun, "An Oral History of the Frontiers"
"Do not cross either Mojave Exclusion Zone without power armor."
- Directive K, True Brotherhood
"Do not trust the men in armor. They live in steel so that we melt in flesh."
- Proverb, Anonymous
"Good morning, Benny. I should hope that this message doesn't come too late. As you may have noticed, the Mojave Wasteland could be doing better. It seems that two separate salvos of nuclear strikes have been deployed across the Long 15.
"We must rebuild and bring the surviving territory under the control of the Lucky 38. I hesitate to call this an opportunity, but now more than ever, the Mojave is alone."
- Mr. Robert Edwin House, Apocrypha
"The use of intercontinental ballistic missiles against the Long 15 can be considered one of the causes of the decline of the New California Republic (NCR). The Long 15 served as a kind of network connecting the NCR to the Mojave wasteland. With this connection severed through nuclear fire, the NCR would have to reckon with being isolated and humiliated through a lone terrorist's attack.
"The NCR, locked into a petri dish of sorts, struggled to deal with the increasing corruption of its politicians and business interests. Without a frontier to colonize, the NCR would be forced to stagnate, degrade, corrupt - and ultimately, centralize. As noted in Chapter 5..."
- "A History of California (2077-Present Day)", Professor Lowell
"My name is Linda Jordan. If you're wondering why my voice sounds different, it's because I'm some kind of monster...thing. I don't know what happened. I was just standing there, smoking outside of the Bison Steve, and then there was a flash of light and a sound. I went deaf for a few seconds. Sounded like a thundercrack shot right into my face.
"I thought I was dead. There was...choking, on smoke. I saw people's skins burn, eyes melt, entire buildings rip apart like they were never even meant to exist. I can't really explain what it's like to survive a direct hit from whatever hit near Primm.
"If you've ever broken a bone and hopped around crying, imagine breaking every bone in your body and also being drowned at the same time. No, that's not really what it felt like, but I don't know how to explain being on fire. I saw people's shadows burned into walls, next to human beings lit up like melting fat and roman candles. The coaster melted, fell over, bent up, twisted...All that stuff.
"No, I don't really have skin, now, just burns, flesh, and bone. I think we're called ghouls. Then, I wandered around the ruins of Primm, looking at the Vicki and Vance's flaming wreckage. That casino represented a lot to us, there in Primm. It was like a little New Vegas.
"I guess that age was over."
- Linda Jordan, "An Oral History of the Frontiers"
"I think I cried a little. I was on the Monmouth - you know, the airship in the Mojave - when I saw the mushroom clouds below us. I didn't know what was going on, and honestly I wasn't thinking rationally. All I remember was this sense of fear. I can't believe it, some stupid bastard did it. You know. That kind of thing. There wasn't just one. There was a cluster of them, like candlelights in the distance.
"I had a comrade who was sent to the Mojave - Paladin Danse. I remember that he used to pout about being re-assigned. No fights against the Reject of Poseidon's cultists or the Mexicans, no battles against the Vitruvians...He'd just be sitting on an airship in the civilized West.
"He expected an unsatisfying assignment. He didn't know what he was in for. We were all exposed to radiation, then, but none of it was enough to do much. Far away blasts, you know? We thought it was an earthquake at first.
"Still, the implications were obvious. We, as Brothers, had failed. Someone had gotten a hold of the same weapons used to destroy the world, and they'd planned to do so again. I thought it was the NCR, if anyone, but why would they bomb their own territory?"
- Paladin Perun, "An Oral History of the Frontiers"
"Do not cross either Mojave Exclusion Zone without power armor."
- Directive K, True Brotherhood
"Do not trust the men in armor. They live in steel so that we melt in flesh."
- Proverb, Anonymous
"Good morning, Benny. I should hope that this message doesn't come too late. As you may have noticed, the Mojave Wasteland could be doing better. It seems that two separate salvos of nuclear strikes have been deployed across the Long 15.
"We must rebuild and bring the surviving territory under the control of the Lucky 38. I hesitate to call this an opportunity, but now more than ever, the Mojave is alone."
- Mr. Robert Edwin House, Apocrypha
"The use of intercontinental ballistic missiles against the Long 15 can be considered one of the causes of the decline of the New California Republic (NCR). The Long 15 served as a kind of network connecting the NCR to the Mojave wasteland. With this connection severed through nuclear fire, the NCR would have to reckon with being isolated and humiliated through a lone terrorist's attack.
"The NCR, locked into a petri dish of sorts, struggled to deal with the increasing corruption of its politicians and business interests. Without a frontier to colonize, the NCR would be forced to stagnate, degrade, corrupt - and ultimately, centralize. As noted in Chapter 5..."
- "A History of California (2077-Present Day)", Professor Lowell
"My name is Linda Jordan. If you're wondering why my voice sounds different, it's because I'm some kind of monster...thing. I don't know what happened. I was just standing there, smoking outside of the Bison Steve, and then there was a flash of light and a sound. I went deaf for a few seconds. Sounded like a thundercrack shot right into my face.
"I thought I was dead. There was...choking, on smoke. I saw people's skins burn, eyes melt, entire buildings rip apart like they were never even meant to exist. I can't really explain what it's like to survive a direct hit from whatever hit near Primm.
"If you've ever broken a bone and hopped around crying, imagine breaking every bone in your body and also being drowned at the same time. No, that's not really what it felt like, but I don't know how to explain being on fire. I saw people's shadows burned into walls, next to human beings lit up like melting fat and roman candles. The coaster melted, fell over, bent up, twisted...All that stuff.
"No, I don't really have skin, now, just burns, flesh, and bone. I think we're called ghouls. Then, I wandered around the ruins of Primm, looking at the Vicki and Vance's flaming wreckage. That casino represented a lot to us, there in Primm. It was like a little New Vegas.
"I guess that age was over."
- Linda Jordan, "An Oral History of the Frontiers"
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This isn't just Lonesome Road though. The missile we can send to Dry Wells seems to have been sent to the parts of the Long 15 we normally walk in-game. So Primm was hit, which would have knocked out everything from Goodsprings to Nipton, possibly even Novac and Searchlight.
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"Lieutenant Commander Westerfeld, this is Senator Perry. The Enclave is scattering. Eckhart is going to Whitesprings, and the President is going to the Poseidon oil rig. We just got word that they're launching a nuclear strike in five minutes. I'm going to the Bloomfield Space Center.
"You know that test station? B.O.M.B.-001? Yeah. That one. There was a second one they launched, but there were never any missiles on the thing. Doesn't even have a damned arsenal. Just cloning tanks.
"B.O.M.B.-002 was never actually made for bombing. It's a vault. A big, goddamn vault in Earth orbit. Too dangerous up there for the real important people, but we can send mid-level Enclave personnel, daredevils, and idealists up there. They'll keep an eye on things, try to keep the Enclave going if the oil rig goes to shit or the Whitesprings bunker goes Vault-Tec.
"The paperwork calls it B.O.M.B.-002, but we have a different name for it. 'Orbital Command ENCLAVE'. It'll be that little station that'll keep America alive. Worst case, it'll be a way to ensure genetic purity, so even if everyone else on Earth gets screwed, something'll stay. It'll keep things coordinated."
- US Senator Perry, Apocrypha
"I don't know what happened. One day we were sending the usual communications between B.O.M.B.-001 and ourselves, and then one day the line goes cold. Our radio signals went straight into space. We could see it, sometimes, when the orbits synchronized, but then we never saw the ship again.
"I don't know what would've shot them down, so I guess it was probably someone on the inside. Still...It's uncomfortable to imagine burning bodies desperately trying to escape from a falling star.
"Okay, maybe that was too poetic. Look, it's just a nightmare, especially for those of us who still do live on a space station. I'm an American, dammit, not a commie, so I don't like the thought of good, patriotic astronauts being set on fire or trapped in a metal cocoon falling to Earth.
"That was when I was a young man, though. We don't have tragedy here, so that kind of thing stuck with me."
- Astronaut John Cooper, Chaplain's Logs
"The Director couldn't've been happier when I told him the good news. The 'what signal' had appeared on our readings a month ago, and the possibility of sentient life in the stars was exhilarating. The Commonwealth Institute of Technology had done some work with the United States Space Agency, so we were able to communicate with them via radio.
"It turned out that they weren't aliens, but something odder. These people were the spaceborn counterparts to us - a society of clones living in complete conformity. I mean literal clones, by the way.
"I was given the opportunity to talk to one of them. The first person I talked to sounded like a child in his early teens, while the next was from one of their diplomats. I use the word 'diplomat' loosely. This one was clearly more of a hobbyist.
"In fact, they didn't seem to have any professions, largely working together in a fragile community in order to stay alive in the hostile environment of outer space. It was...odd to talk to people who had regressed from star-conquering heroes to a strange sort of high-tech tribe."
- Former Institute Scientist Yvonne Rowley, "Fugitive Run: The Autobiography of an Institute Scientist"
"Ever since I was a child, I was confused why nobody knew what happened to create the first people on the Orbital. Everyone just said that we were always here. Then, I got a chance to talk to Yvonne, and she told me all about America, the War, the truth about our traditional manuals that kept us from killing ourselves in space...
"I had only known the word 'nuclear' as it referred to the nice reactor and the Mister Handies on board, not anything like the nightmarish shit that Yvonne talked about. I'd told the others what Yvonne said. Some believed me, some didn't.
"Then, decades later, I saw out one of the portholes at the mess hall. I was eating some vat-grown steak and greens from the garden. I saw mushroom clouds. This stupid fucking species didn't learn, apparently.
"I cried."
- Orbiteer Kevin Fletcher, Chaplain's Logs
"You know that test station? B.O.M.B.-001? Yeah. That one. There was a second one they launched, but there were never any missiles on the thing. Doesn't even have a damned arsenal. Just cloning tanks.
"B.O.M.B.-002 was never actually made for bombing. It's a vault. A big, goddamn vault in Earth orbit. Too dangerous up there for the real important people, but we can send mid-level Enclave personnel, daredevils, and idealists up there. They'll keep an eye on things, try to keep the Enclave going if the oil rig goes to shit or the Whitesprings bunker goes Vault-Tec.
"The paperwork calls it B.O.M.B.-002, but we have a different name for it. 'Orbital Command ENCLAVE'. It'll be that little station that'll keep America alive. Worst case, it'll be a way to ensure genetic purity, so even if everyone else on Earth gets screwed, something'll stay. It'll keep things coordinated."
- US Senator Perry, Apocrypha
"I don't know what happened. One day we were sending the usual communications between B.O.M.B.-001 and ourselves, and then one day the line goes cold. Our radio signals went straight into space. We could see it, sometimes, when the orbits synchronized, but then we never saw the ship again.
"I don't know what would've shot them down, so I guess it was probably someone on the inside. Still...It's uncomfortable to imagine burning bodies desperately trying to escape from a falling star.
"Okay, maybe that was too poetic. Look, it's just a nightmare, especially for those of us who still do live on a space station. I'm an American, dammit, not a commie, so I don't like the thought of good, patriotic astronauts being set on fire or trapped in a metal cocoon falling to Earth.
"That was when I was a young man, though. We don't have tragedy here, so that kind of thing stuck with me."
- Astronaut John Cooper, Chaplain's Logs
"The Director couldn't've been happier when I told him the good news. The 'what signal' had appeared on our readings a month ago, and the possibility of sentient life in the stars was exhilarating. The Commonwealth Institute of Technology had done some work with the United States Space Agency, so we were able to communicate with them via radio.
"It turned out that they weren't aliens, but something odder. These people were the spaceborn counterparts to us - a society of clones living in complete conformity. I mean literal clones, by the way.
"I was given the opportunity to talk to one of them. The first person I talked to sounded like a child in his early teens, while the next was from one of their diplomats. I use the word 'diplomat' loosely. This one was clearly more of a hobbyist.
"In fact, they didn't seem to have any professions, largely working together in a fragile community in order to stay alive in the hostile environment of outer space. It was...odd to talk to people who had regressed from star-conquering heroes to a strange sort of high-tech tribe."
- Former Institute Scientist Yvonne Rowley, "Fugitive Run: The Autobiography of an Institute Scientist"
"Ever since I was a child, I was confused why nobody knew what happened to create the first people on the Orbital. Everyone just said that we were always here. Then, I got a chance to talk to Yvonne, and she told me all about America, the War, the truth about our traditional manuals that kept us from killing ourselves in space...
"I had only known the word 'nuclear' as it referred to the nice reactor and the Mister Handies on board, not anything like the nightmarish shit that Yvonne talked about. I'd told the others what Yvonne said. Some believed me, some didn't.
"Then, decades later, I saw out one of the portholes at the mess hall. I was eating some vat-grown steak and greens from the garden. I saw mushroom clouds. This stupid fucking species didn't learn, apparently.
"I cried."
- Orbiteer Kevin Fletcher, Chaplain's Logs
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"We must not forget the Legion. The Legion represented many of humanity's greatest crimes and flaws. Any of us could, given the right circumstances, have become armored enforcers of the will of Caesar. Wherever there is cruelty, wherever there is slavery, wherever there is misogyny and greed, wherever there is a presence of injustice, Caesar's Legion survives.
"Caesar may be dead in body, but in spirit Caesar lives on. In every heart weighed heavy with coldness and a desire for control, Caesar lives. There may never have been a society as 'civilized' but institutionally cruel as Caesar's Legion. Caesar's Legion proudly trumpeted the virtues of injustice and the worthlessness of the individual.
"Many have noted that Caesar's heirs to the East have not learned the lessons we have learned from the Legion. I disagree. The Legion is not a label one can easily slap upon one's enemies. The Legion had a coherent ideology, yes, one centered around control and the dehumanization of its followers.
"Many of the tribals and settlers of the space between the Mojave and the Midwest have kept Legionnaire symbology alive. However, the Legion was a product of the NCR. Caesar was Edward Sallow, an anthropologist.
"Any NCR citizen could be Sallow, given the right lifetime. We would do well to remember that, for as long as injustice and a love of authority over humanity live, Caesar still reigns."
- Wren Ferry, "Caesar's Legion - Rise to Fall"
"The ghoul seemed nice enough, when I first met him. He didn't seem particularly intelligent at first. He talked like an old drunk, with that raspy voice of his. We got him talking, though, and he's a pretty smart cookie. He says he came from the New California Republic.
"He's casual, but I find him charismatic with the way he can tell a winding story. I had no idea who Tandi was, but his stories of her rise to power and eventual fall helped to wile away the nights after the Great Disaster.
"He was staying over with us in our ranch house, and I asked him what he thought of the bombs that'd been detonated a month or so ago. He told me that he thought that it was a problem of human nature. People, he said, were chaotic and stupid. It was only natural that they'd make these kinds of mistakes.
"I found that to be a deeply cynical view, even if he tried to justify it with talk of dialectics and Hegel. I don't think any of us actually understood his rants on Hegel and the others he talked about. I think he just liked the sound of his own voice."
- Koe Brigantine to Dana Brigantine, Apocrypha
"I asked where the ghoul was going, and where he came from. He told me he was from the NCR, but that he was no patriot. Given the Great Disaster's mushroom clouds, I couldn't say I disagreed. Where else could those blasts've come from?
"Still, his reasons for disliking the NCR were just insane. We disliked the NCR for what they were - land-grabbing, smug assholes. The ghoul disliked the NCR for what they claimed to be - democratic and individualist champions of freedom.
"I should probably make clear that he didn't oppose democracy on some kind of military grounds. He disliked it because he genuinely didn't seem to think that it worked. I wonder if something happened to him to make him so bitter.
"The ghoul's been helpful in driving away raiders with that weird displacer glove of his."
- Dana Brigantine, Apocrypha
"Service to the state is the only virtue. Anything else is fluff used to buy elections or kill tribal chiefs. Still, Hegel was right, talking about dialectics. Thesis, antithesis, synthesis. Carthage, Rome, Imperium Romanum. NCR, Legion, the atomic NCR. The atomic state, the Brotherhood of the East...
"I feel confident in saying that the NCR of today is different to the NCR that I once fought. In many ways, the NCR is analogous - ironically - to the late Roman Republic. Technological superiority, 'defensive' wars of liberation, and an embrace of empire all define this rebuilt power.
"One could say, with little exaggeration, that we are in a position of Pax California here in the West. However, the dialectic conception of history keeps being relevant, and Mongols from the East have come to spread their military system as far as possible.
"Neither faction can survive. I do not consider the Brotherhood to be structured along similar lines to the Legion. They are a military organization, not a state, highly mobile but lacking in culture or society.
"They may have some resemblance to the early stage of civilization that I reached ruling the Legion, but they lack the philosophical, ideological, or societal background to buttress their military power. They have no potential, no room to grow into a real society. They're horse lords. Vertibird lords, maybe.
"I am, however, curious to see where this all ends up. After all, I'm not lacking for time."
- Edward "Caesar" Sallow, "Manuscript II" (Unpublished)
"We must not forget the Legion. The Legion represented many of humanity's greatest crimes and flaws. Any of us could, given the right circumstances, have become armored enforcers of the will of Caesar. Wherever there is cruelty, wherever there is slavery, wherever there is misogyny and greed, wherever there is a presence of injustice, Caesar's Legion survives.
"Caesar may be dead in body, but in spirit Caesar lives on. In every heart weighed heavy with coldness and a desire for control, Caesar lives. There may never have been a society as 'civilized' but institutionally cruel as Caesar's Legion. Caesar's Legion proudly trumpeted the virtues of injustice and the worthlessness of the individual.
"Many have noted that Caesar's heirs to the East have not learned the lessons we have learned from the Legion. I disagree. The Legion is not a label one can easily slap upon one's enemies. The Legion had a coherent ideology, yes, one centered around control and the dehumanization of its followers.
"Many of the tribals and settlers of the space between the Mojave and the Midwest have kept Legionnaire symbology alive. However, the Legion was a product of the NCR. Caesar was Edward Sallow, an anthropologist.
"Any NCR citizen could be Sallow, given the right lifetime. We would do well to remember that, for as long as injustice and a love of authority over humanity live, Caesar still reigns."
- Wren Ferry, "Caesar's Legion - Rise to Fall"
"The ghoul seemed nice enough, when I first met him. He didn't seem particularly intelligent at first. He talked like an old drunk, with that raspy voice of his. We got him talking, though, and he's a pretty smart cookie. He says he came from the New California Republic.
"He's casual, but I find him charismatic with the way he can tell a winding story. I had no idea who Tandi was, but his stories of her rise to power and eventual fall helped to wile away the nights after the Great Disaster.
"He was staying over with us in our ranch house, and I asked him what he thought of the bombs that'd been detonated a month or so ago. He told me that he thought that it was a problem of human nature. People, he said, were chaotic and stupid. It was only natural that they'd make these kinds of mistakes.
"I found that to be a deeply cynical view, even if he tried to justify it with talk of dialectics and Hegel. I don't think any of us actually understood his rants on Hegel and the others he talked about. I think he just liked the sound of his own voice."
- Koe Brigantine to Dana Brigantine, Apocrypha
"I asked where the ghoul was going, and where he came from. He told me he was from the NCR, but that he was no patriot. Given the Great Disaster's mushroom clouds, I couldn't say I disagreed. Where else could those blasts've come from?
"Still, his reasons for disliking the NCR were just insane. We disliked the NCR for what they were - land-grabbing, smug assholes. The ghoul disliked the NCR for what they claimed to be - democratic and individualist champions of freedom.
"I should probably make clear that he didn't oppose democracy on some kind of military grounds. He disliked it because he genuinely didn't seem to think that it worked. I wonder if something happened to him to make him so bitter.
"The ghoul's been helpful in driving away raiders with that weird displacer glove of his."
- Dana Brigantine, Apocrypha
"Service to the state is the only virtue. Anything else is fluff used to buy elections or kill tribal chiefs. Still, Hegel was right, talking about dialectics. Thesis, antithesis, synthesis. Carthage, Rome, Imperium Romanum. NCR, Legion, the atomic NCR. The atomic state, the Brotherhood of the East...
"I feel confident in saying that the NCR of today is different to the NCR that I once fought. In many ways, the NCR is analogous - ironically - to the late Roman Republic. Technological superiority, 'defensive' wars of liberation, and an embrace of empire all define this rebuilt power.
"One could say, with little exaggeration, that we are in a position of Pax California here in the West. However, the dialectic conception of history keeps being relevant, and Mongols from the East have come to spread their military system as far as possible.
"Neither faction can survive. I do not consider the Brotherhood to be structured along similar lines to the Legion. They are a military organization, not a state, highly mobile but lacking in culture or society.
"They may have some resemblance to the early stage of civilization that I reached ruling the Legion, but they lack the philosophical, ideological, or societal background to buttress their military power. They have no potential, no room to grow into a real society. They're horse lords. Vertibird lords, maybe.
"I am, however, curious to see where this all ends up. After all, I'm not lacking for time."
- Edward "Caesar" Sallow, "Manuscript II" (Unpublished)
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"The New California Republic will have a challenge when it comes to integrating the Central Texan Republic into the shrinking alliance of NCR allies. The transition from the Austin Star to the Central Texan Republic was popular among bound servants and the lower classes. However, it was also highly disliked by the majority of free Austinites.
"The Austinite Ethics Party, the current ruling party of the CTR, is widely considered to be a Western puppet. Despite being elected on a platform of reconstruction and freedom, the fact that it was installed into power through the contested 2311 election meant that its legitimacy was already in question.
"The fact that the AEP's platform stressed westernization and brotherhood with the NCR did not help matters. Theodore Gale, the newly-dubbed President of the CTR, is stereotyped as being a bird-like man with a slender body and long nose. Cartoons in Austin depict him as a sort of predatory ostrich, which is fairly accurate in terms of how he is perceived by his constituents.
"Gale and the AEP as a whole were increasingly harmed by their targeting of the Austin Rangers. It is hard, as Californians, to see the problem with targeting a group of soldiers and police officers who were known for brutality and crimes against humanity. However, most Austinites have been raised to idolize the Austin Ranger corps as the hand of the law and the last line of defense against the barbarians outside.
"As such, 'reform' efforts and attempts to replace the Austin Rangers with 'People's Police' and the Central Texan Republic Armed Forces appeared to the middle and upper class of Austin as an attempt to gut the very traditions of Austinite society.
"Is it any wonder, then, that the NCR's popularity in the CTR is abysmal? While AEP supremacy could be maintained, it is vanishingly unlikely that AEP supremacy can be obtained without making it clear to the Austinites that their electoral system is a sham managed by Californian espionage.
"It is certainly possible that the process of de-Fascifying the CTR may end up with a free, ethically sound new sister republic to the NCR. However, that will not be the outcome if Gale and his allies in the NCR continue as is."
- Dane Cole, "Challenges in Texas" from the Boneyard Tribune
"The Austin Star has been subject to nothing less than utter humiliation. The vultures to the west took advantage of our moment of weakness during the war with Rio Grande and Ejercito Mexicano. Even to this day, the NCR uses our territory to stage attacks south and east.
"Where once a thriving community of true Americans stood, now stands only a castrated city. You may have been allowed to keep your produce, your wine, and your knick-knacks. You have not been allowed to keep your empire. They stole it from you, and every day a party of traitors tries to impose their will against the average Joe and Jane.
"The so-called 'Austinite Ethics Party' is little more than a mask that the NCR wears to dominate us. You know this. You're well aware that the government of your people has turned tricks for a foreign power.
"You want payback. You want to set things right.
"So do we.
"You may have heard, in afraid whispers, of the 'Lone Star Party'. You have nothing to fear of them. The Texas Renaissance Party exists for you. The Renaissance Party is for the common man and for the Brahmin baron. The Renaissance Party is for everyone, except for the people who stole our country.
"If you used to know or be a Ranger, the Party is for you. If you hate your votes meaning nothing because you know the ballots are stuffed, the Party is for you. If you don't like Californian planes on Texan soil, the Party is for you. If you want a bigger, better, freer Texan state, the Party is for you.
"If you want Theo Gale gone, well, you know the answer.
"Go to 93 Copper Drive. Books, snacks, and drinks will be provided."
- Unknown, "Texas Renaissance Party Flyer"
"The Austinite Ethics Party, the current ruling party of the CTR, is widely considered to be a Western puppet. Despite being elected on a platform of reconstruction and freedom, the fact that it was installed into power through the contested 2311 election meant that its legitimacy was already in question.
"The fact that the AEP's platform stressed westernization and brotherhood with the NCR did not help matters. Theodore Gale, the newly-dubbed President of the CTR, is stereotyped as being a bird-like man with a slender body and long nose. Cartoons in Austin depict him as a sort of predatory ostrich, which is fairly accurate in terms of how he is perceived by his constituents.
"Gale and the AEP as a whole were increasingly harmed by their targeting of the Austin Rangers. It is hard, as Californians, to see the problem with targeting a group of soldiers and police officers who were known for brutality and crimes against humanity. However, most Austinites have been raised to idolize the Austin Ranger corps as the hand of the law and the last line of defense against the barbarians outside.
"As such, 'reform' efforts and attempts to replace the Austin Rangers with 'People's Police' and the Central Texan Republic Armed Forces appeared to the middle and upper class of Austin as an attempt to gut the very traditions of Austinite society.
"Is it any wonder, then, that the NCR's popularity in the CTR is abysmal? While AEP supremacy could be maintained, it is vanishingly unlikely that AEP supremacy can be obtained without making it clear to the Austinites that their electoral system is a sham managed by Californian espionage.
"It is certainly possible that the process of de-Fascifying the CTR may end up with a free, ethically sound new sister republic to the NCR. However, that will not be the outcome if Gale and his allies in the NCR continue as is."
- Dane Cole, "Challenges in Texas" from the Boneyard Tribune
"The Austin Star has been subject to nothing less than utter humiliation. The vultures to the west took advantage of our moment of weakness during the war with Rio Grande and Ejercito Mexicano. Even to this day, the NCR uses our territory to stage attacks south and east.
"Where once a thriving community of true Americans stood, now stands only a castrated city. You may have been allowed to keep your produce, your wine, and your knick-knacks. You have not been allowed to keep your empire. They stole it from you, and every day a party of traitors tries to impose their will against the average Joe and Jane.
"The so-called 'Austinite Ethics Party' is little more than a mask that the NCR wears to dominate us. You know this. You're well aware that the government of your people has turned tricks for a foreign power.
"You want payback. You want to set things right.
"So do we.
"You may have heard, in afraid whispers, of the 'Lone Star Party'. You have nothing to fear of them. The Texas Renaissance Party exists for you. The Renaissance Party is for the common man and for the Brahmin baron. The Renaissance Party is for everyone, except for the people who stole our country.
"If you used to know or be a Ranger, the Party is for you. If you hate your votes meaning nothing because you know the ballots are stuffed, the Party is for you. If you don't like Californian planes on Texan soil, the Party is for you. If you want a bigger, better, freer Texan state, the Party is for you.
"If you want Theo Gale gone, well, you know the answer.
"Go to 93 Copper Drive. Books, snacks, and drinks will be provided."
- Unknown, "Texas Renaissance Party Flyer"
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Ouch. Things are getting rough(er) in Texas. I wonder if the NCR will be able to hold onto the territory with the long 15 broken.
I don't know if this is intentional, but the Austin Star reminds me of Texas's early history. TLDR: a bunch of Americans moved to Mexico and then decided to secede because Mexico ended slavery and the Texans really liked slavery. Of course, you can also draw parallels with the antebellum South and ancient Rome, 'civilization' flourishing on the back of conquest and slavery.
I'd really love to get a closer look at what's going on in Mexico, but I'm a sucker for stories about "rampant AIs".
I don't know if this is intentional, but the Austin Star reminds me of Texas's early history. TLDR: a bunch of Americans moved to Mexico and then decided to secede because Mexico ended slavery and the Texans really liked slavery. Of course, you can also draw parallels with the antebellum South and ancient Rome, 'civilization' flourishing on the back of conquest and slavery.
I'd really love to get a closer look at what's going on in Mexico, but I'm a sucker for stories about "rampant AIs".
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It was unintentional, but there definitely are some points of comparison between the Austin Star and Texas's early history in general, yeah! The parallels to the South and Rome also make a lot of sense.
The NCR seems to be in a period of decline, which was probably accelerated by the Long 15 being cut off.
As far as Mexico goes, I included the Ejercito Mexicano and Rio Grande as little nods to a Hearts of Iron mod, and I'd feel uncomfortable working with that particular canon in more depth.
I could probably play with it and make it more my own, though.
Also, I love rogue AI too, it's a great trope. So far, I think we've just seen it in the ZAX Halfpint unit who became the Reject of Poseidon.
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Oh, Sallow.
Still utterly obsessed with your Hegelian Dialectics as the be-all and end-all of everything.You're a lot more lovable now that you're a powerless, bitter old ghoul scribbling notes and observations, as opposed to a slaving and culturally genocidal warlord.
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"People get kind of spooked when they hear about the Reject of Poseidon. At least, they do around here. I don't understand why. As long as you play along with its rules and attend to the yearly Brahmin sacrifices, it's largely hands-off.
"Life in the Broken Banks is fairly simple, even if you have to be careful not to tick off the robots. Still, I'm not complaining. It's not like anyone's tried to publish a newspaper down here in a long while. Publick Occurrences has done pretty well, here.
"It turns out that people like the news, even if the news is mostly farmers' almanacs and information outside of the Banks.
"What do I think of Diamond City, though? Yeah, I used to live there. You need to get that at the time, it made sense. It was one of the safest places in the entire Commonwealth, bar none.
"City security kept out the raiders and the mutants, and that was honestly about all we needed. It was easy to be a young woman there. It was easy to live. You could almost close your eyes and pretend you weren't surrounded by jackbooted thugs or robotic horrors.
"Now, though, I'm older and wiser, and since the Commonwealth isn't any more stable under the Vertibird blade than it was under the Institute. That's an accomplishment, since the Institute actively tried to destabilize the place.
"I guess it depends on whether you prefer shattered wasteland or a Brotherhood commandery full of insurgents and raiders. Neither seemed great, so I kind of went with the robot cult."
- Piper Wright, "Interview with Piper Wright", Publick Occurrences
"My old friends from the Wrath thought I was crazy for signing up to be a Brother. Imagine abandoning the freedom and endless high of the raider's life in exchange for crappy military bullshit. They thought I was insane.
"Look at them now. While they're in fuckin' mass graves, I got the chance to sack Diamond City. I know, right? It sounds impossible. No one could hit the Green Jewel. Or, at least, no raider could. Look at these Brotherhood guys, though. Baseball bats aren't really gonna stop you from getting your face melted with laser weapons.
"Seriously, you haven't lived until you've fired a Vertibird minigun at a horde of screaming settlers and their kids. The one problem with the Brotherhood's been no drugs. That took a lot of Addictol to get out of my system. Luckily, they had the stuff.
"You might have wondered why someone like me would even be allowed to join them in the first place. Basically, what happened was that they needed numbers to keep all the territory they had. So, they quietly lowered requirements for certain areas.
"Besides. I get work done, get paid respectably...It's not so bad. Sure as hell beats living in a ramshackle shithole. Besides, who doesn't like sticky fire?"
- Galen "Fishhook" Morrow, "Interview with a Raider Turned Brother", Publick Occurrences
"It started with the Vertibirds. They flew over the city. We all heard what they meant. We didn't run. Sometimes, the Brotherhood can be merciful. We figured that they were out to keep us all safe, like they said. Later, I'd learn that they thought that Diamond City was as much of a threat to their control as the Vitruvians or the Railroad.
"I heard that from that Morrow guy, in his interview. I hope he got fired or shot for that interview for being a public relations nightmare. Frankly, I hope everyone who broke into Diamond City gets shot.
"I hope the people who dropped sticky fire onto the center of the city get shot. I hope the Brotherhood knights who gunned down everyone they could see with a minigun get shot. I hope that the Brotherhood officer who executed everyone who his underlings called a synth get shot.
"I hope the snipers who killed their ways to the upper stands to use them as sniper's nests get shot. I hope that Elder Maxson gets shot. I survived, though. Survived because I was a child, and they thought they could raise me and the others in some warped act of kindness. Even goddamn Takahashi got reprogrammed and sent to who knows where.
"I never forgave them, and I ran from the base I was stationed at as soon as I could. I don't think I ever will forgive them."
- Dana Perkins, "Diamond City: A Personal History", Volume III
"Life in the Broken Banks is fairly simple, even if you have to be careful not to tick off the robots. Still, I'm not complaining. It's not like anyone's tried to publish a newspaper down here in a long while. Publick Occurrences has done pretty well, here.
"It turns out that people like the news, even if the news is mostly farmers' almanacs and information outside of the Banks.
"What do I think of Diamond City, though? Yeah, I used to live there. You need to get that at the time, it made sense. It was one of the safest places in the entire Commonwealth, bar none.
"City security kept out the raiders and the mutants, and that was honestly about all we needed. It was easy to be a young woman there. It was easy to live. You could almost close your eyes and pretend you weren't surrounded by jackbooted thugs or robotic horrors.
"Now, though, I'm older and wiser, and since the Commonwealth isn't any more stable under the Vertibird blade than it was under the Institute. That's an accomplishment, since the Institute actively tried to destabilize the place.
"I guess it depends on whether you prefer shattered wasteland or a Brotherhood commandery full of insurgents and raiders. Neither seemed great, so I kind of went with the robot cult."
- Piper Wright, "Interview with Piper Wright", Publick Occurrences
"My old friends from the Wrath thought I was crazy for signing up to be a Brother. Imagine abandoning the freedom and endless high of the raider's life in exchange for crappy military bullshit. They thought I was insane.
"Look at them now. While they're in fuckin' mass graves, I got the chance to sack Diamond City. I know, right? It sounds impossible. No one could hit the Green Jewel. Or, at least, no raider could. Look at these Brotherhood guys, though. Baseball bats aren't really gonna stop you from getting your face melted with laser weapons.
"Seriously, you haven't lived until you've fired a Vertibird minigun at a horde of screaming settlers and their kids. The one problem with the Brotherhood's been no drugs. That took a lot of Addictol to get out of my system. Luckily, they had the stuff.
"You might have wondered why someone like me would even be allowed to join them in the first place. Basically, what happened was that they needed numbers to keep all the territory they had. So, they quietly lowered requirements for certain areas.
"Besides. I get work done, get paid respectably...It's not so bad. Sure as hell beats living in a ramshackle shithole. Besides, who doesn't like sticky fire?"
- Galen "Fishhook" Morrow, "Interview with a Raider Turned Brother", Publick Occurrences
"It started with the Vertibirds. They flew over the city. We all heard what they meant. We didn't run. Sometimes, the Brotherhood can be merciful. We figured that they were out to keep us all safe, like they said. Later, I'd learn that they thought that Diamond City was as much of a threat to their control as the Vitruvians or the Railroad.
"I heard that from that Morrow guy, in his interview. I hope he got fired or shot for that interview for being a public relations nightmare. Frankly, I hope everyone who broke into Diamond City gets shot.
"I hope the people who dropped sticky fire onto the center of the city get shot. I hope the Brotherhood knights who gunned down everyone they could see with a minigun get shot. I hope that the Brotherhood officer who executed everyone who his underlings called a synth get shot.
"I hope the snipers who killed their ways to the upper stands to use them as sniper's nests get shot. I hope that Elder Maxson gets shot. I survived, though. Survived because I was a child, and they thought they could raise me and the others in some warped act of kindness. Even goddamn Takahashi got reprogrammed and sent to who knows where.
"I never forgave them, and I ran from the base I was stationed at as soon as I could. I don't think I ever will forgive them."
- Dana Perkins, "Diamond City: A Personal History", Volume III
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Eesh, yes. There's precedent for this in the Eastern Brotherhood - it's exactly what Lyons did to the Pitt. He probably felt guilty over it, which is why he tried to turn the Washington Chapter into a humanitarian force.
I do appreciate little things like this. It shows that you've actually paid attention to Fallout 3 as well, and don't just subsume yourself into the "Obsidian good Bethesda bad" hivemind.