Chapter 141: Chapter 137

Preparations were well underway as we got closer to the massive horde of super mutants to our west. Details are sketchy at the moment, but judging from the bits our eyebots are picking up every few days, there seems to be some sort of collusion between an Enclave settlement and the greenskin army.

 

I mean, the crates the green giants cracked open clearly had EMP weaponry in them, so at the very least, we’re looking at a patronage of sorts. And those pulse weapons were rather advanced, enough to actually be picked up as damage received by my robots’ telemetry. Didn’t do anything other than fuzz up the live feed a bit, but still, significant.

 

We’ll definitely have to do something about them when the time comes. I mean, I’d thank them for organizing the super mutant army into a nice, collective group for me, but still, these shadowy agents needed to go.

 

Other than the supply of gear, the horde out here was also much more organized than the ones we had encountered throughout Boston and the rest of the Commonwealth. They conducted consistent patrols, even at night, with a regular rotation, and it seems that there were meetings being held that didn’t just involve beating one another into submission. The eyebots couldn’t get a clear picture, but there were some of the suspected leaders drawing on the ground with either their sticks or their weapons.

 

So we might be facing another competent army since the BoS.

 

That promised to be fun. Which was why I was making sure that the eyebots were getting as much information about the super mutants as they could, particularly their weapons. If there was nothing too nasty in their arsenal, the horde would serve as test subjects for the Companies to test their mettle. Samples would have to be taken to make sure that these super mutants were not too different at least from those we still have kept away in Blacksite Tleilax.

 

Which was why a team of stealthed Strigoi were sent out last night to secure some specimens. A bit of a ruckus was made, but otherwise the mission was successful and the robo-scientists in Blacksite Tleilax were currently breaking down the new acquisitions to glean the finer details.

 

The new toys for the coming battle were also getting finishing touches, a little surprise for both my people and my enemies. There was a new tank design that everyone kind of knew about, but that one I threw out as a distraction. The new MBTs were cool and probably would serve me well for a long time, but the realization of another project I had the bots research and build in complete secrecy tickled my fancy way more.

 

Now as long as I kept myself from thinking about it too much, I could keep up the secret until the time came. Not that anyone came up to me every so often to go “Hey, any new secret weapons?”, thank fuck. Otherwise, the inner excited child in me would’ve spilled the beans the moment I finalized the designs.

 

“Hey Sev?” Sarah called out in the command room as she went through the latest updates to the battleplans with her lackeys. “What about the observers?”

 

Oh right, I forgot to get back to that topic of the Enclave suppliers.

 

Considering how fractured the Enclave remnants had become, especially after being filled in by defectors and prisoners, the known Enclave strongholds were marked out and different means of approach were designated based on the intel we got. Basically, the bunkers and outposts that belonged to more militant or unhinged factions would be eradicated, while the smattering of more reserved and not so douchey groups would be contacted with more peaceful means. 

 

We already had assimilated a few Enclave bases through friendlier diplomatic means, though they had all been small outposts and bunkers so far. The officers in charge were barely able to keep things together, and either capitulated or freely defected with no problems. Sure, some of the rapey newcomers had to be filtered out, but after that the ex-Enclave demographic was just as unproblematic as the rest of the Nexus’ populace. They also made for a good recruitment pool to fill in military and intel roles.

 

Ithaca city would’ve been the largest Enclave stronghold we’d approach peacefully. Supposedly they had things running rather well over there, the commanders of Fort Cornell being pragmatic enough to give a damn about the local wastelanders within their fortified city. Supposedly they maintained a benevolent enough rule that the farms and settlements around the area were very favorably disposed to them.

 

For all the good they’ve been doing, they decided to ruin our impression on them by providing the super mutants a good deal of tech. One theory is that the Enclave higher-ups are somehow keeping up a sort of cooperation with the super mutants, likely by bribing them, which was how they managed to keep things in order. Kinda believable, considering how the city was known to suffer practically no super mutant raids despite the proximity of several greenskin groups, according to our prisoners. 

 

For their sakes, I hope that’s the case. It’s understandable to redirect an existential threat of a neighbor towards another approaching threat. I could wave that off as wasteland survival. 

 

But how they managed to gather so many super mutants in one place was a mystery I couldn’t not link to the Enclave in Ithaca. I mean, there’s a thousands-strong horde of FEV giants just a few days’ march away from the city, but they’re keeping a good distance away from it? Until we capture someone high enough up the chain of command to fill in the blanks, the whole setup is a bit too suspicious for my liking.

 

“If they’re still around, seize them once we start advancing.” I didn’t want to snatch up the Enclave scouts shadowing us too quickly, on the off chance they had to return to report their findings anytime soon. That would give us an opportunity to have eyebots counter-shadow them, particularly to pick out people of interest. Because unlike the Brotherhood of Steel and raider gangs, the regional Enclave top dogs aren’t always military, which meant that marking the guy with the blingest armor or the most medals or the fanciest hat might not get us the head of the organization. So it’s actually worth fully following their chain of command to see who exactly was calling all the shots and who was the puppet figurehead.

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Sure we might find the right guy eventually simply by brute forcing it, but it never hurt saving a few steps. Not that the scouts are showing any signs of leaving anytime soon, but we got a few more days before the operation begins.

 

*****

 

A fidgeting man paced behind his desk as the sounds of bustling echoed down the hallway. “Are all the piles getting sorted?”

 

“Yes, sir,” came the young aide’s answer, her calm a stark contrast with her almost-panicking superior. “We’re prioritizing the appropriate documents for disposal, all should be ready by the end of the day.”

 

“Good, good. And the tunnels?”

 

Kelly Doyle fought the impulse to sigh, keeping her professional mask up. “General Ramirez is overseeing it, sir. No issues have been reported, so we should have it prepped for evacuation as scheduled.”

 

“Good. That’s good.” Senator Jeremiah Miles, the highest authority in the Enclave’s state of New York, was doing his best to keep a semblance of calm and authority, though his best was clearly not enough. A shaky hand reached down to his desk to pull out a flask.

 

This time Kelly frowned. If the senator was seeking comfort in his drink, it meant that he wasn’t expecting good results. Which meant that she’d have to double check on her fallback plans, just in case. So far, rumors of the Nexus didn’t paint them as savage raiders, but if the head honcho was keeping a harem, throwing her pretty body to him, or anyone else sufficiently high up the ladder, might keep her alive if things here go to shit.

 

Despite what Enclave education imparted, Kelly had seen, heard and experienced enough to know that being docile and subservient was not a woman’s main appeal. Most of the men she had to deal with only cared that she looked pretty with her shiny blonde hair and blue eyes. Whether she refused, whether she fought back in an un-womanly way, it was irrelevant to them. She’d learned very quickly that the right words said the right way meant she could get away with only enduring rough hands feeling her up while she gave a handjob. And she also learnt to use that to her advantage, making an art out of promising a lot with pretty words while always giving little of herself.

 

Just as it had worked on her father and uncle, it worked on teachers, mentors and just about every dick-for-brains in her life, carrying her to this comfy position as the personal secretary of Senator Miles, and the youngest person to get the job. Thankfully, the older man was far less handsy than her other encounters. She’d have to pick up pencils every now and then, and be dressed to flash a tit on slower days, but it could be far worse. Poor Amy in the press department was stuck under a desk most days, or got traded as a favor to speakers and journalists.

 

That’s what you get for being married - having to whore yourself out on someone else’s terms, and being treated as little more than property, even if you were your husband’s top assistant. Kelly strove to do her best to keep herself single and independent for as long as she could, even if it meant she’d eventually have to learn to suck a cock.

 

Which, if the rumors of the Nexus were truly not exaggerations (or worse, were actually understated), she’d have to start picking up tips from her friends and colleagues. When the senator and even the generals were clearly not just getting ready for ‘the worst case scenario’, but were expecting it… 

 

Fuck, maybe she could use tonight to find that cute corporal to fuck on her own terms? No, she wasn’t that desperate. She’d be better of using the time to prepare for her own worst case scenarios, like the senator and the top brass fleeing without her.

 

“Is there anything else, sir?”

 

Senator Miles stopped gulping from his flask of whiskey and shook his head at her. Fucker wasn’t even pouring the stuff out in his crystal shot glass. It was really that bad, huh. “N-No, nothing, nothing dear. Why don’t you take a break, be back in an hour or two? Oh, and could you get Terry to send Amy up please?”

 

Kelly gave a curt nod and quickly turned to leave to hide her displeasure. On second thought, maybe the worst case scenario is fleeing with the senator and the top brass. They’d likely not last long out in the wasteland, and even if they did, she’d be stuck with them.

 

Yeah, better to lay down some contingencies in case the barbarians broke through Enclave controlled super mutants and breached Fort Cornell. Before heading down, Kelly took a turn into the office where the other aides were busy sorting through the papers. Here’s to hoping the guy behind the robot army appreciates classified documents for what they’re worth instead of just toilet paper…

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