AlphaZero
Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2013
Storm cloud rolled through the night sky blocking out the moon and drowning the Commonwealth into an inky blackness that swallowed the landscape. They couldn't have hoped for a better night to launch their attack. The stolen airship sailed through the night sky hidden among the thick black clouds the heavy downpour drowned out the sound of virtabird engines as they descended into the Commonwealth. Securing Diamond City would be easy, a large enough force of troops at the local security forces would roll over without the slightest opposition. The Brotherhood outpost had less than two dozen troopers stationed there, they would die before surrendering but so long as any cache's of tech they had stored remained undamaged that was good enough. The Castle, the seat if power for the Minuitemen would no doubt put up a bigger bigger fight from behind the fortified walls with their artillery, but should things drag on for too long they could always unleash one of THOSE things and decimate their ranks and the fortress along with them. The castle would be a very useful strategic foot hold, but loosing it would not cost them anything, it was hotly debated amid the command that it would be easier to simply unleash one of thing beasts upon the fortress and show the Commonwealth just how futile resistance was. But the decision had been made that the easiest way break the spirit of resistance amid the people was to remove the woman. She had brought the Minutemen back from the brink of extension and lead them against the Institute.
The pitch black night concealed the approaching fireteam, six troopers, two in power armor, but not the X-01 the Enclave favored but old suit of T-51 re-purposed from the Brotherhood cache in the Capital Citadel. One leading from the front wile the other brought up the rear their on board optics baithing their field of view in green, a map marker displaying the distance to their target, an old Red Rocket truck stop the woman had claimed as home. The virtabird dropped them two clicks east of the target zone, leaving them to make their approach under cover of darkness.
Ahead lights burned through the darkness, illuminating their target. The power armored trooper at the front with marking on his armor identifying him as a lieutenant raised an armored fist bringing his team to a hault. Another quick gesture and the four lighter equiped troops broke away, crossing the broken concrete and moving into flanking positions on either side of garage.
What none of them knew they had been followed.
Max whipped rain water from his face with the back of one gloved hand, the gesture subtle enough not to disrupt the field projected by the stealth boy hanging from his belt. He didn't know what the Enclave was up to but the things he had seen in the last decade made him sure of one thing.
Whatever they had planned for the Commonwealth wasn't good.
The high-pitched whine if a motor grabbed his attention and the familiar smell of ozone filled the air as one of the power armored troopers opened fire on the truck stop with a gateling laser.
The pitch black night concealed the approaching fireteam, six troopers, two in power armor, but not the X-01 the Enclave favored but old suit of T-51 re-purposed from the Brotherhood cache in the Capital Citadel. One leading from the front wile the other brought up the rear their on board optics baithing their field of view in green, a map marker displaying the distance to their target, an old Red Rocket truck stop the woman had claimed as home. The virtabird dropped them two clicks east of the target zone, leaving them to make their approach under cover of darkness.
Ahead lights burned through the darkness, illuminating their target. The power armored trooper at the front with marking on his armor identifying him as a lieutenant raised an armored fist bringing his team to a hault. Another quick gesture and the four lighter equiped troops broke away, crossing the broken concrete and moving into flanking positions on either side of garage.
What none of them knew they had been followed.
Max whipped rain water from his face with the back of one gloved hand, the gesture subtle enough not to disrupt the field projected by the stealth boy hanging from his belt. He didn't know what the Enclave was up to but the things he had seen in the last decade made him sure of one thing.
Whatever they had planned for the Commonwealth wasn't good.
The high-pitched whine if a motor grabbed his attention and the familiar smell of ozone filled the air as one of the power armored troopers opened fire on the truck stop with a gateling laser.