OCTOBER 23, 2287

I don't know what the hell happened, it all felt so sudden. The bombs, the kidnapping, the vault, it feels like a fever dream. But I've come to realize that is not the case. This is the world I knew, now ravaged by nuclear fire.

Getting out of that labyrinth underground wasn't too hard, mainly looted a few things and cleared out the radroach infestation, which I think I'll save and see if I can prepare it later. Getting out of that god forsaken fridge felt like a relief and a pain. I was NOT expecting a giant ray of sunlight when the elevator surface opened. It felt weird and chilling to see the world again.

There were a handful of crates and containers in the old vehicles and control rooms, so I got a little extra food and medicine. I took a short walk down the hill from the courtyard entrance and crossed the mostly intact creek bridge.

Sanctuary was still there, but it didn't feel like Sanctuary. I counted five houses mangled beyond repair, now giant piles of metal. Fallen trees and overgrowth everywhere. Paint slowly falling off. I was suprised to see Codsworth still trimming away at the dead hedges, which unlike the rest, are a neat and clean rectangle of shrubs. After some talking(and learning robots might have emotions after all) We worked together to wipe out the bug infestations around Sanctuary in a short-lived search for my missing son.

Following Codsworth's advice, I went on a trip to Concord, being careful not to make one wrong move on the half-collapsed Misty Lake Bridge connecting Sanctuary to the land of Massachusetts. I stopped by the old Red Rocket truck stop, and got myself a sweet German Shepherd, just relaxing there. Oh, I almost forgot about the mole rat ambush.

I continued on to Concord only to hear gunfire from the main street with all the big shops and the museum at the intersection. The street was strewn with vehicle fortifications, sandbags, and raiders. Thanks to my pre-war combat training, I took most of them by suprise and in not even ten seconds most gunfire was dead in Concord. Preston finished the job on the survivors.

I head inside the museum to save Preston and his crew, sneaking carefully to get around a large gate door inside, avoiding any fatal mistakes. I slowly but surely cleared out the different floors of the museum and made my way to Preston's Hideout. Turns out he's not the only one there. There's a grease monkey, an elderly drug addict, a really annoying woman, and a paranoid guy. Sturges told me about this fusion core, so I got that quick from the basement.

I leave the top floor where a vertibird partially destroyed an office, got the power armor on and ripped the minigun straight out of the heli. I can't imagine the looks on the face of the rooftop raider.

The minigun fire tore through all raiders quickly with the Power Armor making me virtually unstoppable, but then the deathclaw appeared. It was out of nowhere, but why would it hide in a sewer under the road?

My quick instincts aimed for the head, but I just managed to hear faint shouting of Prestons: "Aim for the belly!" Which I did. That saved my life. The stomach was torn to shreds and the deathclaw wailed as its organs failed.

Preston was impressed and I decided to offer him and his group sanctuary, in, well... Sanctuary. We had a dinner of pre-war foods and Nuka-Colas and used old beds around the houses for the night. Codsworth was also impressed. Heh.

OCTOBER 24, 2287

I wished I bothered some basic bedding at a more reasonable location, but we slept through the night unbothered. When we got up, Sturges wanted to talk to me. Talking about providing basic needs to Sanctuary again. So that's what we did.

Me and Sturges went down to the Red Rocket to loot whatever tools and machinery are still there, pryed open the containers at the Vault 111 courtyard, and took a visit to the hardware store in Concord, still almost all loot still there. By the time we were done we had a crap ton of equipment at the ready to rebuild.

After I cleared out the bug infestations around Sanctuary Island and the lake surrounding it, I used old manuals to create a makeshift hazmat suit in order to get rid of the military ATC in the lake with waste barrels in it. We got the job done in an hour. Now that radiation is no longer a threat to the lake, we can focus on other things.

We spent the entire day cleaning off vines, removing branches, logs, destroyed trees, and stumps from the island. It was tiring, but it would provide us enough fuel for a while, and the settlement looks a bit nicer.

OCTOBER 25, 2287

Raked all the leaves today and went through a woodworking manual. If I can keep this up we can consider fixing up the bridges. We also wiped out a mirelurk nest along the northeast shoreline of Misty Lake.

Not much else happened today, we're still going through all the old kitchens scraping up what food is still left. Jon actually found a root cellar behind one of the homes. Food is nice but dang, I wonder what a gold bar is worth here now.

OCTOBER 26, 2287

I found a filtration pump on the other side of the lake when I was scouting around that Minutemen statue across the bridge. I turned off the vaccum seal and I found a small stash of caps and some loot in a barrel. No idea if it's gonna purify the water, though. I can go boil some and see if there's no radiation.

We dug a makeshift cemetery and buried all the old skeletons there. The group is still hard at work cleaning up Sanctuary. We're trying to figure out how to recycle the old trash and debris and see if we can use it to rebuild this suburb.

OCTOBER 27, 2287

It didn't work. Pip-Boy told me there was still a trace of radiation. If we want to even consider clean drinking water, we're gonna have to dig deeper.

Sturges said down south near the old capital they purified the river using this large scale technology and it revived the entire area around DC. He thinks we can do the same to Misty Lake and the creek leading south with a much easier job. That reminds me, I should investigate and see what's at the end of the creek. It shouldn't be too bad. This spot of the state is quiet.

This is the story of the NCPG.

CREDIT: Me, for being such a good smart guy that makes banger stories, and GASMASKENJOYER, for being a super hot guy who gets endless women and is totally is the richest man in the world

The Rise of the NCPG

October 23rd, 2077, just a regular Saturday. Albert’s morning was the same as always; say good morning to his lovely wife, have Codsworth make his usual coffee, and then sit on the couch and watch the news until the baby woke up. Basic stuff, except today was the date of his speech at the Veterans' Hall in Cambridge.

And then the bombs struck, at 9:47 AM, marking the beginning of the Great War and the subsequent death of billions. Albert and family, of course, rushed to Vault 111 to be protected from the bombs’ blast. Yada yada yada, rada rada rada, we all know what happens between 2077 and 2287. The kidnapping, murdering, and eventual death of all the dwellers other than Albert, right? Wrong… well, partially.

When Albert awoke, he discovered he was trapped in that godforsaken pod, the one that had held him in as that bald mercenary motherfucker murdered his beloved Nora and stole his cherished Shaun; he began banging on the door, hyperventilating and panicking, until hearing human voices on the other side. He strains to listen before a head emerges into the window’s view, revealing a very confused Mr. and Mrs. Callahan. Albert banged on the door again, hoping to get out, and thankfully his neighbours heeded the call. They pressed the button, and out he tumbled, trembling and shaking.

The dwellers emerged from the vault, ready to rebuild the Commonwealth, one plank at a time. Along the way, they recruited Preston Garvey, one of the last Commonwealth Minutemen, into their little group as their chief militia advisor, while also recruiting the Longs, Mama Murphy, and Sturges as their chief tech engineer. As their little group grew with military remnants, Minutemen, and even Navarro Enclave remnants, they expanded to different regions of the ‘wealth, first taking Concord and Lexington from raider gangs and establishing them as fortified Minutemen strongholds, and then advancing into the old military installations such as USAF Satellite Station Olivia, Revere Satellite Array, and the military checkpoint in South Boston. It wasn’t until they had become a full faction known as the Commonwealth National Guard that Albert, having become the same seasoned soldier he was back in the Siege of Anchorage, discovered the traces of an old, nearly forgotten group that tried to organize the Commonwealth; they were known as the CPG, the Commonweath Provisional Government. He was cautious, at first, having seen how much pre-War ghouls despised the government, but decided to re-establish it, electing the smartest V111 dwellers as his cabinet and himself as the governor.

Unfortunately, the Institute had other plans; they had seen what the CPG could do, and therefore attempted to eliminate the NCPG by attempting to assassinate Governor Cole himself. They failed, the saboteur executed, and from that moment on the NCPG and Institute were at war. When the Institute started sending coursers, the NCPG started forming several divisions, such as the Native Deterring Force, Commonwealth Global Deterring Force, Guerilla Regiment Command, and the Crimson Corps Guard.

The NCPG-Institute War ended with a bang as the Institute was made into a crater, with any remnants being rapidly recruited/reprogrammed, NASA style. This deeply upset the BOS, who has arrived a year or two earlier in search of the Institute to eliminate; infuriated, they began randomly sneak attacking NCPG strongholds, attempting to cover their tracks; they failed, however, and the NCPG-Brotherhood war of 2291 began. It lasted 10 years, ending in 2301 and ending with a NCPG victory and the Brotherhood being absorbed. They had become the largest faction in the Commonwealth, and ensured that the region was in good hands. As for Albert C., there is not much to say about what he did, although he was gravely injured in the recent bombing, assault, and subsequent take-over of Gunners Plaza. His son, Shaun (who had been cured by a mix of FEV and preserved pre-War vaccines, becoming ghoulified in the process), has since taken interim charge of the NCPG as his father recovers from his wounds.

There’s a reason why Courier Six is listed in the Guardsmen’s hostile faction relations, and this is it.

Six and the New Californian Guardsmen

CHAPTER 1

THE BOUNTY

Freeside, Mojave Wasteland

“Take him out, and you’ll get 30,000 caps,” the hooded figure murmurs; a hand sticks out from the tattered robe, revealing a worn piece of paper with the name ‘Griffin Cox’ written on it. So this guy wanted the major general of the New Californian Guardsmen dead? Why, you ask? Doesn’t matter. Caps are caps, and a bounty was a bounty, no matter the person.

“Consider it done,” Six mutters back; he quietly grabs the piece of paper, reading it once more to confirm that this random guy wanted an elite Guardsmen general to mysteriously fall out a window, before nodding and walking off. On the way, he turned back and saw the cloaked figure’s shoulder through the robe and found the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel insignia, scratched and worn, shining through it. That explains why he wants MajGen. Cox dead… the guy’s a Brotherhood remnant.

Doesn’t matter, though, does it? The figure then disappears into the darkness of the Freeside alleyway, returning to the shadows. Looks like he’s gonna need more than himself and his gun to take down Gen. Cox. Hell, if he’s gonna take down the general, why not take down the faction, too? Fuck it! That’s one less threat to the New California Republic… although, as far as Six knew, the NCR and NCG had been mending their relationship for the past five years after the NCR-NCG war of 2299. Doesn’t matter. It would take a big army to take out the Guardsmen, and he knew just where to find them.

CHAPTER 2

THE GUNNERS

Gunners Plaza, Commonwealth

“…so what you’re saying is, you want to hire ALL of us, as in the entire group, to go fight a Guardsmen branch that isn’t even in the ‘wealth? I don’t know if we have enough men to actually do the job, considering they built their base around a-“ “it doesn’t matter where they built their base,” Six growls; he hands Wesley the paper that the Brotherhood remnant had given him with the name ‘Griffin Cox’ on it. “I need your men to take out his troops while I take him out. Quick and easy job, provided they don’t put up resistance.”

Wesley stares at the paper, his eyes narrowing. He looks up at Six, wondering what the hell is going on in his head. “What’s in it for us, though?” “Caps. You get half of what I get, so that’s about 15,000… I believe.” Wesley’s jaw drops; however, he then shuts it again, still obviously surprised. “Alright, so let’s say we take this job. How will we get there? None of the cars in the ‘Wealth are operational, minus the one vertibird we have… and probably some of the old military APCs.”

Six thinks for a moment before nodding softly. “Vertibirds are the easiest way, although you might have to use the one you have to cart troops back and forth.” He narrows his eyes at Wesley, who appeares deep in thought. “Well… alright. Deal.”

Caps were caps, and bounties were bounties, no matter the person.

CHAPTER 3

THE ASSAULT

Fort Sierra, Mojave Wasteland

21:57 PM; Six checks his watch once more. Wesley was late. Classic ‘Wealth dumbasses. Finally, he hears a panting, and wheels around to find Wesley panting like a dog in heat. “Shit… I’m- I’m here now. What’re your directions?” “Divide your force into two, and put them in a pincer maneuver. I’ll infiltrate the main building. When you hear my signal over the radio, you can attack.”

Wesley nods and begins to turn away. “And one more thing-“ Wesley wheels around, looking faintly annoyed. “-they’re awake. Expect heavy resistance.” Six then nods at Wesley, allowing him to leave. The attack would begin in 7 minutes, at 22:05. Viva La NCR.

CHAPTER 4

THE INFILTRATION

Fort Sierra, Mojave Wasteland

Six began to advance towards Fort Sierra, stalking along sparse bushes, taking cover in ditches, hiding behind cars. Eventually, he gets to the front gate. A voice calls out from above. “State your business!” “I’m Courier Six, and I’m here to deliver a package.”

The voice stops for a moment before eventually, the gates begin to roll open, revealing a dazzling town/base filled with life, joy, and laughter. It seems that the Guardsmen treated their men very well… at least, this branch did. Six stops to buy an ice cold Newka-Cola from a plump, jovial vendor with a patch on his outfit signifying that he was allowed to set up shop within Fort Sierra and Guardsmen territory.

“This is Wes. My men are ready,” Six’s radio crackles; Six finishes his bottle, pays the vendor (who smiles happily and tips his hat), and begins to walk toward the capitol building. “Don’t begin just yet. I’m advancing towards the capitol as of now,” he murmurs into the radio. “Roger,” the radio crackles once more; it then falls silent, leaving Six with his thoughts.

He reaches the capitol building, and once he enters it, he’s heavily surprised.

CHAPTER 5

THE ASCENT

CNG Recruiting Center, Mojave Wasteland

Six hadn’t seen this nice of an interior since he visited Carter’s office; it was clean and devoid of sand, which is surprising since the facility was in the middle of the desert. Six then approaches the front desk and nods at the employee stationed there, who nods back; it seems that employee assumed he was just a Courier.

Six approaches what looks to be… well, he’ll be damned. Functioning elevators. He steps into one cautiously, straining his ear to hear the screeching of the elevator slowly plummeting; however, nothing happens, so he untenses and presses the 5th floor button, which was surely where Cox’s office was.

Once the elevator stops, it dings and the doors open to reveal a dozen sentient Glowing Ones. They all wore the special lead-lined uniform of the 48th Infantry Regiment, the ‘Glow Sticks’. Each smiled at Six as he left the elevator, leaving him to think a little.

These Guardsmen seem like good people. They seem to actually care about helping the wasteland and would be a valuable ally to the NCR… but what if this was just an act? It was definitely an act. (It isn’t, Six is just a superstitious superfan.)

He roams a little before spotting a polished wood door with the name ‘Cox’ on it.

CHAPTER 6

THE CONFRONTATION

Cox’s Office, CNG Recruiting Center, Mojave Wasteland

Six opens the door cautiously; he finds Major General Griffin Cox standing there, observing his troops from afar. “You’re finally here,” he says, his voice unsurprisingly raspy. “The only reason for you to visit me, Courier Six, is to put a bullet in my back.” He turns, revealing the weathered, burnt-looking skin of a pre-War ghoul hidden underneath a pair of aviator sunglasses, a beret, and military fatigues with a white shirt underneath.

“I’m here simply on business, General Cox. Just business.” Six replies, beginning to unholster his revolver. Cox apparently sees this, so he shakes his head a little. “I’d imagine I had a bounty on my head, no? Makes sense, considering how no one likes us much anymore,” he chuckles lightly. “I can see why,” Six replies dryly; Cox shoots him a hairy eyeball before shrugging a little. “I do too, Mr. Six. Now, I could pay this bounty of my head off, although I doubt that whatever I personally have isn’t enough for your tastes.”

Six narrows his eyes slightly, having a feeling that Cox was baiting him. “…mm. Knew it. Your bounty giver gave you a much higher sum that what I have, no? Well, I’m not looking to die tonig-“

Six unsheathes the dagger in his sheath and throws it directly at Cox, wishing to get this whole thing done and over with so he wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it later. It nicks Cox’s cheek, opening a rather small gash. Cox gasps, clasping a gnarled hand to his open wound, before glaring at Six; his eyes dart to the knife. He then dives for it, but Six catches with him.

They begin to grapple, struggling to grab the knife embedded in the Guardsmen General’s desk. Six punches Cox, causing the general to stumble backwards, nursing his bloodied cheek; he takes advantage of this and scrambles up to grab the combat knife from the desk. As Six is about to plunge the knife into Cox’s neck, Cox yanks a rusty pre-War .357 revolver from a nearby display case and pistol whips Six with it before aiming down the sights, lining them up with the middle of Six’s riot helmet. “Better not fucking move, you mercenary fuckhead.” Six’s eyes narrow slightly, but he drops the knife, raising his hands, secretly pulling up a smaller knife hidden in his sleeve. He lunged for Cox, smacking the .357 out of his hands and stabbing the commander in the eye.

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Cox gurgles, attempting to acknowledge the fact that he now had a knife lodged in his left eye. The room is silent for a minute as both men stare at each other, one behind a mask and the other revealed; Cox’s light blue eye flickers slightly before he realizes that he got stabbed and begins to choke on the blood trickling down his throat from the internal bleeding of his demolished left eye.

Six then wipes the blood off his gloved hand and waits patiently for Cox to crumble, to fade away. Instead, he keeps choking, eventually stumbling into his overturned desk. He quickly but lethargically grabs a small device with a large, red, glowing button in the middle from an ajar desk drawer. There was another button underneath, but it was small and green with the markings “EVAC R-30 PEACEKEEPER ICBM” printed underneath it. Six recognizes it with a sense of dread… the PTSD from launching the missiles and creating The Courier’s Mile came back with the force of a 10,000 pound anvil.

Cox had somehow acquired a nuclear launch code for one of the last remaining warheads located in the Mojave Wasteland. Unbeknownst to Six, the New Californian Guardsmen had built their base around and in an old nuclear launch site… makes sense, since there couldn’t have been any other way for them to obtain so much concrete.

Cox smiles weakly at the Courier, then presses the green button, causing an alarm to sound; this alerts any and all Guardsmen in the vicinity. Six tackles him and grabbed the .357 lying on the floor, digging the revolver into Cox’s temple. “Press that button, commander, and we all die.” Six growls, silently panicking. The Guardsman Commander lay on his back, gurgling feebly, watching as Six pointed the .357 at him. “B-blgghh… b-boom, motherfucker.”

Cox presses the button.

At first, there’s no sound but the alarm and the shouting of Guardsmen across the base… then they both hear it. The sound of the silo doors opening, the slumbering metal giant within beginning its countdown to the wasteland’s second doomsday. Six couldn’t believe it… he hadn’t expected for Cox to actually press it, nor for the silo doors to actually open, yet here they were, neither knowing where it would land.

Perhaps it wouldn’t even hit the Mojave. Perhaps it would hit the Commonwealth, the Capital Wasteland, hell, maybe the Mojave… and hopefully, not an NCR building. Perhaps he knew of Six’s mercenary army; that seems most reasonable. For a minute, Six is distracted by the bomb’s timer, uncertainty in his eyes.

Cox takes advantage of this and begins to dig the knife out of his eye; he shouts in agony before pulling it out, bringing the eyeball with it. He screams in pain, writhing, before winding up and punching Six and crawling away before staggering up, his left hand over the gaping hole that was his eye socket. Looks like Cox wasn’t as dead as Six thought he was… which was a little surprising, considering Cox was a 250 something year old ghoul. Six then unhooked his radio from his belt and screamed into it, “NOW! ATTACK, ATTACK, ATTACK!”

Cox stumbles into the wall, wincing and gasping with pain, before being smacked by the doors as a team of Elite Guardsmen rushed into the room, clad in combat armor and T-51Bs and armed with AER-9s and Rockwell CZ53s.

A faint crackling over Six’s radio shows that his men are getting absolutely fucking ragged on. Wesley shouts something, probably a warning of some sort, before a massive explosion cuts the connection. The sounds in the distance means that there’s Fat Men on the field, most likely being used by the Guardsmen. Doesn’t sound like Wesley is going to be radioing Six again.

“KEEP YOUR FUCKIN’ HANDS IN THE AIR!” The elite on the far left shouts, aiming his AEP-7 at Six; he beckons for three of his units to surround Six on the right flank, while the other goes on the left. Meanwhile, Cox feebly calls for a moment, looking incredibly exhausted.

After a solid minute of two, Six punches one guard out the window and begins to attack the others, dodging this way and that to avoid the power armored elites; at this point, the bounty was off, and he needed to get the hell out of there. He rams an elite out of the way before beginning to run, probably to the elevator; however, there’s already a team there (default Guardsmen protocol). They sight Six and begin to open fire, the reddish laser beams singing the walls.

CHAPTER 7

THE FALL

CNG Recruiting Center, Mojave Wasteland

All Six knew was that he had to get the hell out of there if he wanted to live another day; he hides behind a wall as a laser flies past, grazing his helmet. He winces at the heat of the laser before beginning to fire back, withdrawing his revolver from his holster and firing it; he hits an elite, who crumples before beginning to crawl away, whimpering in pain. His objective was to kill Cox and get away with it stealthily, but fuck, that plan crashed and burned.

Six bolts once more, trading shots with the elite Guardsmen, before finding another elevator and smashing the ‘1’ button; he had no idea what awaited him at the bottom but he sure as hell didn’t want it to be Guardsmen.

Of course, Guardsmen were at the bottom, at least 100 of them, tightly packed together. Six looks alarmed for a minute, his eyes widening behind his mask, before he grimaces and puts his hands up, dropping his sequoia. A singular Guardsman, an older man with the regalness of an officer, approaches Six and wrenches his hands behind his back before cuffing him and beginning to lead him through the sea of green.

I thought I’d share my stories here, as they went rather unnoticed on the original site… this is the story of the Wasteland National Guard, more popularly known as the Guardsmen.

THE GUARDSMEN

The ‘Guardsmen’ Wasteland National Guard was formed in 2095 by a former nuclear silo guard whose name and location has been lost to time. The Guardsmen have been active in the wasteland ever since, having branches in the Mojave Wastes, the Alaskan Wastes, the Island, and the Commonwealth, their reach extended by Old World remnants such as ghoulified soldiers or New World wastelanders wanting to do something about the instability of the wasteland. They have recently lost control of both the Nuka-World region due to a string of surprise attacks by Operator, Pack, and Disciple remnants and the Capitol Wastes by Brotherhood remnants reinforced by their Chicago counterparts.

IDEALS:

• Keeping the Wasteland stable

• Conquering new lands to make way for new settlements/cities

• Throwing the Enclave out of a window if it ever comes back

ARMOUR/POWER ARMOUR:

• Wood Armour (Fallout 76)

• Leather Armour (Fallout 1/2/3/NV/4/76/S/T)

• Metal Armour (Fallout 1/2/3/NV/4/76/S/T)

• Combat Armour (Fallout 1/2/3/NV/4/76/S/T)

• Marine Armour (Fallout 4/76)

• T45 (Fallout VB/3/NV/4/76/S)

• T51 (Fallout 1/2/3/NV/4/76/S)

• T60 (Fallout 4/76/S)

• X-01 (Fallout 4/76/S)

• Urban Decayer

• H.A.R.E. (Atomic Shop)

WEAPONRY:

• AER-9 (Fallout 1/2/3/NV/4/76/S/T)

• AEP-7 (Fallout 1/2/3/NV/4/76/S)

• M199 Machine Gun (Fallout 4/76)

• Assault Rifle (Fallout 3/NV/S)

• Combat Rifle (Fallout 4/76)

• Combat Shotgun (Fallout 3/4/76/S)

• Gatling Laser (Fallout 1/2/3/4/76)

• CZ253 Rockwell (Fallout 1 / 2)

• FAL (Fallout Tactics)

• M72 Gauss Rifle (Fallout 1/2/3/NV/4/76/S)

• Gatling Plasma (Fallout 76)

• M1862 Gatling (Fallout 76)

• Marlin 1895 Lever Action rifle (Fallout 4/76/S)

• Henry Action hunting rifle (Fallout 3)

• Remington Model 700 shotgun (Fallout 4/76/S)

• Winchester Model 1890 (Fallout 3/NV)

• Winchester Model 70 (Fallout 3/NV)

• M16A1 (Fallout Tactics)

• AK47 (Fallout Tactics)

• Smith & Wesson Model 29 (Fallout 4/76)

• Radium Rifle/Volkssturmgewehr 1-5 (Fallout 4/76)

POSITIVE FACTION RELATIONS:

• The Minutemen

• The Followers of the Apocalypse

• The Temple of the Union

• Far Harbour

• The Institute

NEUTRAL FACTION RELATIONS:

• Enclave remnants

• Lost Hills Brotherhood of Steel

• Brotherhood of Steel First Expeditionary Force

• Foundation

• New California Republic

HOSTILE FACTION RELATIONS:

• Nuka-World raiders

• Fiends

• Maxson’s Brotherhood of Steel

• Mojave Brotherhood of Steel

• Chicago Brotherhood of Steel

• Diehards/Crater Raiders

• The Gunners

• Courier Six (he counts as his own faction because he’s, like… Courier Six.)

• The Railroad

There’s a reason why Courier Six is listed in the Guardsmen’s hostile faction relations, and this is it.

Six and the New Californian Guardsmen

CHAPTER 1

THE BOUNTY

Freeside, Mojave Wasteland

“Take him out, and you’ll get 30,000 caps,” the hooded figure murmurs; a hand sticks out from the tattered robe, revealing a worn piece of paper with the name ‘Griffin Cox’ written on it. So this guy wanted the major general of the New Californian Guardsmen dead? Why, you ask? Doesn’t matter. Caps are caps, and a bounty was a bounty, no matter the person.

“Consider it done,” Six mutters back; he quietly grabs the piece of paper, reading it once more to confirm that this random guy wanted an elite Guardsmen general to mysteriously fall out a window, before nodding and walking off. On the way, he turned back and saw the cloaked figure’s shoulder through the robe and found the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel insignia, scratched and worn, shining through it. That explains why he wants MajGen. Cox dead… the guy’s a Brotherhood remnant.

Doesn’t matter, though, does it? The figure then disappears into the darkness of the Freeside alleyway, returning to the shadows. Looks like he’s gonna need more than himself and his gun to take down Gen. Cox. Hell, if he’s gonna take down the general, why not take down the faction, too? Fuck it! That’s one less threat to the New California Republic… although, as far as Six knew, the NCR and NCG had been mending their relationship for the past five years after the NCR-NCG war of 2299. Doesn’t matter. It would take a big army to take out the Guardsmen, and he knew just where to find them.

CHAPTER 2

THE GUNNERS

Gunners Plaza, Commonwealth

“…so what you’re saying is, you want to hire ALL of us, as in the entire group, to go fight a Guardsmen branch that isn’t even in the ‘wealth? I don’t know if we have enough men to actually do the job, considering they built their base around a-“ “it doesn’t matter where they built their base,” Six growls; he hands Wesley the paper that the Brotherhood remnant had given him with the name ‘Griffin Cox’ on it. “I need your men to take out his troops while I take him out. Quick and easy job, provided they don’t put up resistance.”

Wesley stares at the paper, his eyes narrowing. He looks up at Six, wondering what the hell is going on in his head. “What’s in it for us, though?” “Caps. You get half of what I get, so that’s about 15,000… I believe.” Wesley’s jaw drops; however, he then shuts it again, still obviously surprised. “Alright, so let’s say we take this job. How will we get there? None of the cars in the ‘Wealth are operational, minus the one vertibird we have… and probably some of the old military APCs.”

Six thinks for a moment before nodding softly. “Vertibirds are the easiest way, although you might have to use the one you have to cart troops back and forth.” He narrows his eyes at Wesley, who appeares deep in thought. “Well… alright. Deal.”

Caps were caps, and bounties were bounties, no matter the person.

CHAPTER 3

THE ASSAULT

Fort Sierra, Mojave Wasteland

21:57 PM; Six checks his watch once more. Wesley was late. Classic ‘Wealth dumbasses. Finally, he hears a panting, and wheels around to find Wesley panting like a dog in heat. “Shit… I’m- I’m here now. What’re your directions?” “Divide your force into two, and put them in a pincer maneuver. I’ll infiltrate the main building. When you hear my signal over the radio, you can attack.”

Wesley nods and begins to turn away. “And one more thing-“ Wesley wheels around, looking faintly annoyed. “-they’re awake. Expect heavy resistance.” Six then nods at Wesley, allowing him to leave. The attack would begin in 7 minutes, at 22:05. Viva La NCR.

CHAPTER 4

THE INFILTRATION

Fort Sierra, Mojave Wasteland

Six began to advance towards Fort Sierra, stalking along sparse bushes, taking cover in ditches, hiding behind cars. Eventually, he gets to the front gate. A voice calls out from above. “State your business!” “I’m Courier Six, and I’m here to deliver a package.”

The voice stops for a moment before eventually, the gates begin to roll open, revealing a dazzling town/base filled with life, joy, and laughter. It seems that the Guardsmen treated their men very well… at least, this branch did. Six stops to buy an ice cold Newka-Cola from a plump, jovial vendor with a patch on his outfit signifying that he was allowed to set up shop within Fort Sierra and Guardsmen territory.

“This is Wes. My men are ready,” Six’s radio crackles; Six finishes his bottle, pays the vendor (who smiles happily and tips his hat), and begins to walk toward the capitol building. “Don’t begin just yet. I’m advancing towards the capitol as of now,” he murmurs into the radio. “Roger,” the radio crackles once more; it then falls silent, leaving Six with his thoughts.

He reaches the capitol building, and once he enters it, he’s heavily surprised.

CHAPTER 5

THE ASCENT

CNG Recruiting Center, Mojave Wasteland

Six hadn’t seen this nice of an interior since he visited Carter’s office; it was clean and devoid of sand, which is surprising since the facility was in the middle of the desert. Six then approaches the front desk and nods at the employee stationed there, who nods back; it seems that employee assumed he was just a Courier.

Six approaches what looks to be… well, he’ll be damned. Functioning elevators. He steps into one cautiously, straining his ear to hear the screeching of the elevator slowly plummeting; however, nothing happens, so he untenses and presses the 5th floor button, which was surely where Cox’s office was.

Once the elevator stops, it dings and the doors open to reveal a dozen sentient Glowing Ones. They all wore the special lead-lined uniform of the 48th Infantry Regiment, the ‘Glow Sticks’. Each smiled at Six as he left the elevator, leaving him to think a little.

These Guardsmen seem like good people. They seem to actually care about helping the wasteland and would be a valuable ally to the NCR… but what if this was just an act? It was definitely an act. (It isn’t, Six is just a superstitious superfan.)

He roams a little before spotting a polished wood door with the name ‘Cox’ on it.

CHAPTER 6

THE CONFRONTATION

Cox’s Office, CNG Recruiting Center, Mojave Wasteland

Six opens the door cautiously; he finds Major General Griffin Cox standing there, observing his troops from afar. “You’re finally here,” he says, his voice unsurprisingly raspy. “The only reason for you to visit me, Courier Six, is to put a bullet in my back.” He turns, revealing the weathered, burnt-looking skin of a pre-War ghoul hidden underneath a pair of aviator sunglasses, a beret, and military fatigues with a white shirt underneath.

“I’m here simply on business, General Cox. Just business.” Six replies, beginning to unholster his revolver. Cox apparently sees this, so he shakes his head a little. “I’d imagine I had a bounty on my head, no? Makes sense, considering how no one likes us much anymore,” he chuckles lightly. “I can see why,” Six replies dryly; Cox shoots him a hairy eyeball before shrugging a little. “I do too, Mr. Six. Now, I could pay this bounty of my head off, although I doubt that whatever I personally have isn’t enough for your tastes.”

Six narrows his eyes slightly, having a feeling that Cox was baiting him. “…mm. Knew it. Your bounty giver gave you a much higher sum that what I have, no? Well, I’m not looking to die tonig-“

Six unsheathes the dagger in his sheath and throws it directly at Cox, wishing to get this whole thing done and over with so he wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it later. It nicks Cox’s cheek, opening a rather small gash. Cox gasps, clasping a gnarled hand to his open wound, before glaring at Six; his eyes dart to the knife. He then dives for it, but Six catches with him.

They begin to grapple, struggling to grab the knife embedded in the Guardsmen General’s desk. Six punches Cox, causing the general to stumble backwards, nursing his bloodied cheek; he takes advantage of this and scrambles up to grab the combat knife from the desk. As Six is about to plunge the knife into Cox’s neck, Cox yanks a rusty pre-War .357 revolver from a nearby display case and pistol whips Six with it before aiming down the sights, lining them up with the middle of Six’s riot helmet. “Better not fucking move, you mercenary fuckhead.” Six’s eyes narrow slightly, but he drops the knife, raising his hands, secretly pulling up a smaller knife hidden in his sleeve. He lunged for Cox, smacking the .357 out of his hands and stabbing the commander in the eye.

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Cox gurgles, attempting to acknowledge the fact that he now had a knife lodged in his left eye. The room is silent for a minute as both men stare at each other, one behind a mask and the other revealed; Cox’s light blue eye flickers slightly before he realizes that he got stabbed and begins to choke on the blood trickling down his throat from the internal bleeding of his demolished left eye.

Six then wipes the blood off his gloved hand and waits patiently for Cox to crumble, to fade away. Instead, he keeps choking, eventually stumbling into his overturned desk. He quickly but lethargically grabs a small device with a large, red, glowing button in the middle from an ajar desk drawer. There was another button underneath, but it was small and green with the markings “EVAC R-30 PEACEKEEPER ICBM” printed underneath it. Six recognizes it with a sense of dread… the PTSD from launching the missiles and creating The Courier’s Mile came back with the force of a 10,000 pound anvil.

Cox had somehow acquired a nuclear launch code for one of the last remaining warheads located in the Mojave Wasteland. Unbeknownst to Six, the New Californian Guardsmen had built their base around and in an old nuclear launch site… makes sense, since there couldn’t have been any other way for them to obtain so much concrete.

Cox smiles weakly at the Courier, then presses the green button, causing an alarm to sound; this alerts any and all Guardsmen in the vicinity. Six tackles him and grabbed the .357 lying on the floor, digging the revolver into Cox’s temple. “Press that button, commander, and we all die.” Six growls, silently panicking. The Guardsman Commander lay on his back, gurgling feebly, watching as Six pointed the .357 at him. “B-blgghh… b-boom, motherfucker.”

Cox presses the button.

At first, there’s no sound but the alarm and the shouting of Guardsmen across the base… then they both hear it. The sound of the silo doors opening, the slumbering metal giant within beginning its countdown to the wasteland’s second doomsday. Six couldn’t believe it… he hadn’t expected for Cox to actually press it, nor for the silo doors to actually open, yet here they were, neither knowing where it would land.

Perhaps it wouldn’t even hit the Mojave. Perhaps it would hit the Commonwealth, the Capital Wasteland, hell, maybe the Mojave… and hopefully, not an NCR building. Perhaps he knew of Six’s mercenary army; that seems most reasonable. For a minute, Six is distracted by the bomb’s timer, uncertainty in his eyes.

Cox takes advantage of this and begins to dig the knife out of his eye; he shouts in agony before pulling it out, bringing the eyeball with it. He screams in pain, writhing, before winding up and punching Six and crawling away before staggering up, his left hand over the gaping hole that was his eye socket. Looks like Cox wasn’t as dead as Six thought he was… which was a little surprising, considering Cox was a 250 something year old ghoul. Six then unhooked his radio from his belt and screamed into it, “NOW! ATTACK, ATTACK, ATTACK!”

Cox stumbles into the wall, wincing and gasping with pain, before being smacked by the doors as a team of Elite Guardsmen rushed into the room, clad in combat armor and T-51Bs and armed with AER-9s and Rockwell CZ53s.

A faint crackling over Six’s radio shows that his men are getting absolutely fucking ragged on. Wesley shouts something, probably a warning of some sort, before a massive explosion cuts the connection. The sounds in the distance means that there’s Fat Men on the field, most likely being used by the Guardsmen. Doesn’t sound like Wesley is going to be radioing Six again.

“KEEP YOUR FUCKIN’ HANDS IN THE AIR!” The elite on the far left shouts, aiming his AEP-7 at Six; he beckons for three of his units to surround Six on the right flank, while the other goes on the left. Meanwhile, Cox feebly calls for a moment, looking incredibly exhausted.

After a solid minute of two, Six punches one guard out the window and begins to attack the others, dodging this way and that to avoid the power armored elites; at this point, the bounty was off, and he needed to get the hell out of there. He rams an elite out of the way before beginning to run, probably to the elevator; however, there’s already a team there (default Guardsmen protocol). They sight Six and begin to open fire, the reddish laser beams singing the walls.

CHAPTER 7

THE FALL

CNG Recruiting Center, Mojave Wasteland

All Six knew was that he had to get the hell out of there if he wanted to live another day; he hides behind a wall as a laser flies past, grazing his helmet. He winces at the heat of the laser before beginning to fire back, withdrawing his revolver from his holster and firing it; he hits an elite, who crumples before beginning to crawl away, whimpering in pain. His objective was to kill Cox and get away with it stealthily, but fuck, that plan crashed and burned.

Six bolts once more, trading shots with the elite Guardsmen, before finding another elevator and smashing the ‘1’ button; he had no idea what awaited him at the bottom but he sure as hell didn’t want it to be Guardsmen.

Of course, Guardsmen were at the bottom, at least 100 of them, tightly packed together. Six looks alarmed for a minute, his eyes widening behind his mask, before he grimaces and puts his hands up, dropping his sequoia. A singular Guardsman, an older man with the regalness of an officer, approaches Six and wrenches his hands behind his back before cuffing him and beginning to lead him through the sea of green.

Now hear me out on this, Fallout X Little Nightmares. Who's in?

If you have been on the Fallout Wiki you might know this.Me and my friend Fallout 4life12 wrote this story as a prequel to one of our other stories.Enjoy!

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Big MT,Small World

Prologue

Why would the Enclave send scouts out to an area where people were known to vanish without a trace?Why did the radio operator pick up encrypted messages on the airwaves?Why,these were the thoughts running through the head of Andrew Raine,one of the few humans at the Big MT Research Facility.He thought about these thoughts every day and had no answer,until one day…

Chapter 1:Wake-up Call

Knock...Knock...Knock...These were the noises that jarred Andrew Raine from his deep sleep. “Andrew,it’s time for you to wake up.” yelled a voice at the door. “Five more minutes…” responded Andrew in a somewhat annoyed tone.After that he slid out of bed and went over to his closet.Opening it he picked out his outfit for the day,a light blue shirt and beige pants under his department head lab coat.After this he went over to the door and opened it,seeing his neighbor Octavia Lynn he greeted her with a sarcastic smile, “If it isn’t my most “favorite” person in the world.” “It’s not like I wanted to get you out of bed,Klein and the others wanted a meeting with all the department heads.” responded Octavia. “Great,that’s Just the way I wanted to start my day!” responded Andrew in a somewhat annoyed tone. “Let’s go see what they want and then you can get back to your day off.” tempted Octavia.As Andrew and Octavia went to the meeting room,they never thought what happened happened.

Chapter 2:Meeting with the Big Brains

As he and Dr Lynn walked across the facility to get to The Think Tank to meet with the Big MT Execs Arthur sensed that there was something that he wasn’t being told, “Via...is there some reason why you haven’t told me what the meeting is about,if not just tell me.” he inquired. “Andrew,how long have you known me.You know that if there was something I couldn’t tell you I would tell you if I knew.” responded Octavia. “You have a fair point,but this seems weird.First,they call us in for a meeting on one of our two days off a week.Second,they don’t give any context on what the meeting is about.” remarked Andrew.A few minutes later they were inside The Dome,a giant reinforced concrete building in the middle of Big MT,and made their way to reception.Walking through a set of double doors they were in a nice reception room. “How can I help you today?” piped the receptionist. “We are looking for Conference Room 2B.” inquired Andrew. “Through those doors and down the hallway,second door on the left.Will that be all today?” responded the receptionist. “No, that will be all for today.” chimed Dr Lynn.Following the receptionist’s directions they made it to the Conference Room a few minutes before the meeting started.

Chapter 3:The meeting

When they walked into the conference room Dr Klein thanked them for coming on such short notice. “Ok,now that everyone has arrived.Getting down to brass tacks,I would like to welcome a few guests all the way from the Commonwealth.Dr Davis would you like to introduce yourself?” After finishing Dr Klein gestured for a man to get up from one of the chairs and make his way to the stage.The instant the man got up two men in dark coats and masks got up with him. “I bet you are all wondering why people from the Commonwealth are willing to visit a facility all the way on the other side of the country?Let me tell you why.My name is Doctor Brian Davis,I am the current head of the robotics department of the Institute.For the past several years,we have been working on making robots that are indistinguishable from humans,we call our creations the Synth.” “Dr Davis,why would you come here to Big MT to talk to us about that?” questioned Isabella Woods. “If you give me a minute,I will explain.The reason I’m here is because our program scans the brain of a test subject and with only a picture we can make a clone of someone.If you’ve been wondering where Dr Mobius went we had him transported to the Institute and gave him a new synth body.That is all I have to say,thank you for having me.” after finishing Dr Davis and his guards disappeared and in their place was a man that looked like a picture of Dr Mobius.

Chapter 4:Prometheus,Raven,Atlas,and SHADOW

*Three Days Later*

“What did he do?” asked Chief Grady. “Sir,he was responsible for the death of a CIVILIAN.” responded Lieutenant Riley. “A CIVILIAN,what was a civilian doing Here!?!?” questioned Chief Grady angerilly. “We have no idea,Sir!” responded Lieutenant Riley. “What department is he in?” questioned Chief Grady. “Research and Development,sir.” responded Lieutenant Riley. “If so, why would he be under our jurisdiction,wouldn’t that be Andrew’s problem?” questioned Chief Grady. “Fair point,would you like me to transfer him to TSC sir?” inquired Lieutenant Riley. “Not yet,I’ll go see Dr Raine and see if he gives his approval.That will be all Lieutenant,dismissed.” responded Chief Grady.At this Lieutenant Riley went back to guarding the cell block and Chief Grady went to go find Dr Raine. *Back with Dr Raine* “Chief,I don’t know what you are talking about,Dr Sullivan would never kill anyone unless it was an order.” stated Dr Raine. “I know you put Dr Sullivan in high regard,but CCTV footage of the murder was caught near Little Yangtze.” retorted Chief Grady while pulling out his PDA and pulling up the footage. “I don’t know what to say,Dr Sullivan would never hurt another human being,let alone a test subject.” stated Dr Raine with a look of utter befuddlement on his face.At that moment Comms Officer Evans burst through the door. “Dr Raine,Dr Raine,there is something important I must tell you!” stated Comms Officer Evans.Turning to Chief Grady Andrew apologized for the interruption, “I’m sorry Chief,but we will discuss this matter later,I have something important to deal with.”After the Chief left Dr Raine turned to Officer Evans, “So... What is the important message?” inquired Dr Raine. Gathering his thoughts,Officer Evans stated, “We have made contact with Research Outposts 1,2,and 3.We also made contact with 3 targets that we have identified as the Prometheus Facility in Appalachia,the Raven Rock military bunker in Washington D.C.,and the Atlas Summit military base Southwest of Boston.But there was one we couldn’t identify,it is a military military base built around an old Nuclear Missile Facility.Me and the others gave it the codename SHADOW.” “That is good news,as for the other locations,I read files on them but they were heavily redacted,all of the files except for the last one had or still have connections to The Enclave.” stated Dr Raine. “The Enclave?I’ve heard rumors that the Enclave is what remains of the Pre-war Government.” responded Officer Evans. “Preposterous,the Enclave controls an oil rig and a military base in and around New California.” exclaimed Dr Raine. “Sir,would you like me to relay the other targets to Commander Lucian?” inquired Officer Evans.

Chapter 5:Righteous Freedom{Enclave Rising Pt.1}

*3 months later*

*Elsewhere,with Titan Squadron* “Our plan is to take the facility with minimal casualties.We will attack from the Southeast and hopefully take the Security HQ with minimal casualties.Go get your gear,ETA 45 minutes.” reminded Commander Atlas *30 minutes later* “Sir,what’s our ETA?” inquired one of the Titan soldiers. “Boots on the ground in 15,got that?” responded Atlas. Sir,yes,sir!” shouted the other soldiers. *Back with Officer Martin* “Sir...we have a problem.” said Officer Martin in a scared tone. “What is it Martin?” answered Officer Evans. “A squadron of vertibirds are approaching the base.” responded Officer Martin. “Dear god,contact Commander Lucian,NOW! Tell him to sound the air raid siren immediately.” commanded Officer Evans. “Sir,yes,sir!” rebounded the radio and comms operators.With that connection was established with Commander Lucian and his soldiers,Chief Grady and the rest of the Big MT security corps,and the Big MT Execs. *7 minutes later* After landing,Titan squadron soldiers assembled on the bluff overlooking the crater of Big MT listening to the words of their commander “Ok.Chronos,you and your squad will take the comms center.Volts,you and your techs will take the power station.Scorch,you and your men will take the toxins plant.Finally,me and the Elites will take The Dome.Do you all understand your objectives?” “Sir,yes,sir!” responded the soldiers. “For the Enclave,CHARGE!” yelled the commander.With that the soldiers went off to secure their objectives.As the last of the soldiers was out of view Atlas wondered if he was doing this for a good reason. *Meanwhile,with Shadow and Reaper* “Shadow...Reaper,do you copy,over.” “Actual,this is Reaper *The sound of a sniper shot* ,over.” “Good,what about you Shadow,over.” “Actual,this is Shadow,over.” “Good,now that we’ve been able to contact you two,activate the ROGUES,over.” With that;Reaper,Shadow,Wraith,Hades,and Nightwing suited up and grabbed their gear.

Chapter 6:Blessed Freedom{Enclave Rising Pt.2}

*5 hours later*

“Sir,our soldiers are out-numbered and out-gunned,what should we do?” inquired Lt.Matthews.Not receiving an answer he barged into the commander’s office to see two medical personnel carrying a stretcher with a person on it draped in a white sheet. “Oh my god,is that…” Before he could finish one of the medics nodded his head grimly.With this horrifying news Lt.Matthews walked into the commander’s office and went over to the radio console. “Attention all military personnel,I am your new commanding officer.I order all of you to fall back to the dome,immediately.” announced Matthews.With that,all the soldiers fell back to the dome and waited for further orders. *Meanwhile,with the Big MT Execs* “We can’t take it any longer;the longer we fight,the more of our soldiers we lose.I propose we surrender,let’s take it to a vote;to continue fighting,say aye.” proposed Dr Borous.With that there were a few aye’s throughout the conference room.Just then Dr Klein proposed a new idea. “What if we call for a cease fire and negotiate the terms of our surrender.” “Preposterous!Klein,do you really think that people sent here to forcefully take a research facility,would be willing to listen to people that they deem hostiles?” remarked Dr Mobius from the shadows. “Looks like we will just have to see,Mobius.” rebutted Dr Klein.After a while of disputing,Lt.Matthews finally manned up and went out to the balcony overlooking the facility proper waving a torn American flag as a sign of surrender.Lt.Matthews slowly walked down the stairs towards the mass of soldiers,as the soldiers disengaged their weapons Lt.Matthews spoke out to the crowd, “We surrender,on behalf of the Big MT Execs I would like to to extend an olive branch,now can I speak with your commanding officer or officers.” Almost as if right on cue,a vertibird flew in and touched down on the landing pad in front of the dome.Lt.Matthews watched as a man in a military overcoat got out flanked by two men in officer’s uniforms.The man in the overcoat followed Matthews into the dome and into the conference room where the other Big MT Execs and Department heads were present.After sitting down the man in the overcoat introduced himself, “My name is Colonel Richard Claymore,leader of the 1st Armored Infantry Battalion in the Enclave.” “Nice to meet you Colonel.My name is Dr Issac Klein,I am the director of the Big MT Research Facility.Can you tell us why you are here?” stated Dr Klein.A few seconds passed and Colonel Claymore responded, “Dr Klein,the reason we are here is simple.We want to annex Big MT into the Enclave.”

Hello! I`m new in this wiki, so if you don`t mind, I want to ask some questions. I`m sorry if I disturbing you by this post.

So, questions:

1. Is it possible to make something like NPC/companion character?

2. Is a photo required for article about character?

3. Are there RPGs available now? If yes, how to join?

Thank you in advance! I hope I will (by follow the rules) add something interesting here and I won't become a burden!

I hope so

So I saw that alot of the pages that focused on the pre-war world have been removed. is there any way to still access them or read them? because they were really interesting