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Hmm, I think our cameraman is about to faint, Scarlet. Maybe we should let him join in?

 

(Use your imagination for these shots ?) 

 

 

I remember that day well. When she came and saved us.

 

After the core Minutemen were defeated at Quincy, all the scumbags of the Commonwealth rallied - some of the more powerful Raider gangs organized themselves into armies and began attacking Diamond City directly.

 

 

The City was besieged, and all citizens were asked to aid in the defense. The surviving Minutemen gathered at the City and began transmitting a distress call to anyone.

 

In truth, as I found out later through my investigations, many former Enclave soldiers from the Capital Wasteland had volunteered to be military advisers to the Minutemen, hoping to gain power here in the Commonwealth. But here again their proxy army was about to be wiped out...

 

The Raiders were better equipped and bolder than usual, as if they were sure of their success.

 

...Radio Free Diamond, do you copy? Two friendlies, south gate. Hold your fire.

 

I remember some of the troop's reactions that day, and even did interviews with them later...

 

"I was so pumped up on adrenaline ya know? So it didn't really matter to me at the moment but yeah, boy were they a sight for sore eyes! Two angels landing on the battlefield."

 

...the fuck is this bitch?

 

Men! Form up!

 

"She givin' orders? What the hell? I thought. But ya know, I realized she's the real deal when she started poppin' raiders left and right with that gun of hers. Zzzzzzt! Wow."

 

Fire!

 

Raiders: Fuck! Cover! Cover!

 

"Was she distracting? Yeah, maybe. But let me tell ya, my fear disappeared. I was pissin' my pants earlier when them raiders come yellin', but now I see this gal and all I can think about is her. And I sees her gettin' shot up, but she seems fine! Regardless, I jump in, ya know. Lady needs help. Can't be a coward now, man up Jim! I tells myself."

 

And then I remember, I don't know where she had it, but she had drawn a large, Japanese katana out. (Seriously where does she keep it?) And then the carnage started.

 

As beautiful as she was, she was terrifying.

 

"Aaaaaah! Fuuuuuuck!"

 

"...her wounds plug up... what the fuck is she?!... Aaaaah!"

 

"...get a shotgun on her pointblank!"

 

Eventually her bikini either slipped or tore, but she kept fighting on.

 

"...get a nuka grenade... gah!"

 

She was now right in middle of them, having cut her way through dozens of men.

 

I could never tell if she was even phased by her wounds, but the terrified raiders were screaming the truth - her wounds plugged up faster than she bled out. Only close range shotgun blasts seemed to slow her down.

 

...and then...

 

[Nuka grenade goes off]

 

[Grunts]

 

...luckily it didn't hit her. I'm not sure if that would've even hurt her, though.

 

I... was terrified. I just knew she had to be a synth. Or even one of those Assaultrons, which the Enclave seemed to send out as forward scouts. But her... she was something else.

 

...but... she was helping us. Bleeding for us.

 

I didn't know why. She was adorned with pre-war American symbols, and she reminded me of paintings of women that soldiers made during the Second World War. She seemed to have walked out of a painting like that. She was even fighting with a pre-war handgun, like the one Dad had, that he got from Grandpa.

 

The Minutemen by now were rallying behind this new heroine, who had almost beaten back the Raider Army by herself.

 

She also seemed to have a companion that looked a lot like her, except redheaded. She seemed just as capable as the blonde.

 

 

The raiders were beaten back, confused, aroused, and terrified.

 

Whoever these women were, they just saved us. But boy are those distracting...

 

Naomi: Some good shooting there, sugar. What's your name?

Piper... Piper Wright... and umm... thank you. You just saved us from those raiders.

 

We heard your distress call. Where's your CO?

 

General, Ma'am! We Enclave veterans are ready to fight! These Minutemen are Federally sanctioned militia, ready for your orders, Ma'am! As per direct Presidential Order, I am transferring command of these militia units to you, Ma'am!

 

I see we already have friends in the Commonwealth. Very good soldier, under my authority, we'll establish an outpost here in Diamond City.

Yes Ma'am! God bless America, God bless the Enclave! Hurrah for our beloved President!

 

Setup more barricades there! Move!

 

Ms. Wright? What's the City like right now? Any chance of resupply?

 

Afraid not... Ma'am...

Call me Naomi.

Naomi?

Yes. Easier that way. You will however in front of the men address me as "Generalissimo." Presidential orders.

Uh... sure... of course... *writes word down*

Piper? May I call you Piper?

Of course...

 

You seem to be liked by the locals. I see the word PRESS in your cap, so therefore I ask you frankly - would you like to work for me? I am here in the Commonwealth on behalf of the Federal government. Aside from your journalism skills, I need every man and woman who can fight, to fight. Your country needs women like you to join our fight to restore peace.

 

Yes... Ma'am... I mean, uh, I'll do my best, honor to serve, Ma'am. I mean, Naomi, Ma'am, uh...

 

Wow.

 

"Phew... now I really want to try it with a girl... I mean... well this isn't the first costumed... person, I guess... to come to the Commonwealth. I mean, the Mechanist is still on the loose, Bosco still runs his gang as a teddy bear, and then there's the Pack..."

 

"...I'm going to help her. She helped us so it's the least I could do. Besides, with the war in the Commonwealth this bad, I'm glad I can do any reporting at all. It's gonna be an interesting case of embedded journalism..."

 

To be continued.

Eagle One, we are go.

 

Davy Crockett Two on standby.

 

Roger. Touchdown in 3... 2... 1...

 

[Radio] Take out those Gunners on the roof!

Honest Abe, War Doll has landed.

 

Roger. Clear DZ. Eagle Seven is CAS.

 

Air support inbound. Move!

 

Forward!

 

Eagle Seven, this is Davy Crockett Two, air support on grid niner four.

 

Roger. Rockets inbound.

 

 

 

Target down.

 

Take care, Sweetheart.

 

Honest Abe, DZ is secure.

 

Gunner forces retreating from GNN building.

 

Air space secure.

 

Alright boys and girls...

 

Mop up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...next day

 

General! Ma'am!

 

Good work men. Our FOB is operational.

 

We'll push northward, link up with some of my militia men.

 

We'll be established here in no time...

 

To be continued.

Their armies came from the south, beyond the Glowing Sea. First were the scouts, then the scientists. It didn't take them long to encounter the Institute.

The Institute's synths were recovered and studied by the Enclave.

 

Our President, John Henry Eden, expressed interest in weaponizing these salvaged synths to bolster our armies.

 

...then I was conceived. "I can win the minds of men," Eden once told me, "but you my dear, shall win their hearts."

 

There were many, many more before me.

 

Each Naomi unit was deployed for testing, and recycled after suffering catastrophic damage.

 

My mind, much like Eden, was an amalgam of simulated personalities. They chose the greatest American generals and soldiers and forced their minds into me.

 

My handlers had "fun" conditioning me. They poked and prodded, and tried to hard-code patriotism in me, "just like Liberty Prime" as I overheard some of them say.

 

...
[chuckles]...let's start again shall we?

 

In war there is no...?

 ...substitute for victory.

 

Only those Americans who are willing to die...?

...for their country are fit to live.

 

No poor bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by...?

...making other bastards die for their country.

 

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is...?

...the sooner it will be over.

 

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys...?

...it is all hell.

 

I have never advocated war except...?

...as a means of peace.

 

We're done. Good girl.

 

They had to test my conditioning after every deployment, and if I wasn't patriotic enough, their "discipline" would continue.

 

...

My flesh, enhanced with a modified strain of FEV and interwoven with ballistic fibers, could take punishment, much to their delight. I was made a weapon of war and plaything for these men.

 

"Blonde Beast," "Klaus Barbie," "Bloody Blonde Bitch," "War Doll" were some of the lovely names R&D gave me...

 

But I did what they designed me for - kill, motivate, and if need be, love. Love in particular - something that the Eden administration lacked and desperately needed if they were to be accepted by the people.

 

They needed a pretty face to sell their "freedom" to the Commonwealth. With me as the spearhead. Many chose to join me. Those men were called the Minutemen.

 

Men are such strange creatures. Some saw me as a propaganda starlet - others actually saw me in combat and were left aroused and astonished, but nevertheless willing to aid me. With nearby Enclave troopers assuring them that "she's on our side, citizen soldier!" the militia men rallied behind me, and I personally led them into combat.

 

My abilities and toughness were never questioned much, thanks to the assurances of Enclave propaganda. I chose to battle with little on, since anything I wore usually was shredded by the end due to my fighting style. This only helped to motivate my men more.

 

The wastelanders gave me much better nicknames - "Liberty in the Flesh," "Atomic Babe," "Young Blood & Guts," "General Guns." But at the insistence of Enclave PR, most militia men called me Generalissimo, the General of Generals. I was in effect, in command of all Commonwealth Militia forces...

 

To Be Continued...

...

...the endoskeleton is pretty much impervious to conventional ballistics...

 

...grafting isn't done yet but R&D gave us some new ballistic fibers... try not to waste it, we can recycle it even if it's damaged...

 

...what does the General want this time? Blonde? Brunette? Redhead?

 

...uhhh... [looks through paperwork] blonde...

...same body? ...no, he's requested even larger breasts.

[mutters underneath breath]

 

...loading sample CQW744... Immune response? Negative.

...neurals look good.

...alpha patterns synced... booting BIOS...

 

Query. Who or what are you?

Factory default mode recognized. Is this unit to be under your command?

Ah shit reboot it. Missed the personality loadup. I thought IT patched that?

 

[Sighs] Query. Who or what are you?

Hello, it looks like you're trying to setup your personalized Nuclear Augmented Organism, Mechanized Infantry unit 102 for the first time. Would you like me to guide you with setup?

[Sighs] ...uhhh... systems check is good... some issues with personality still... let's try loading the dbase patches...

...yeah the AAF, all the xmls... FNIS...

...what? No, not the NX...

 

...get her dressed up. The General's probably gonna play with her later...

 

 

...

Naomi! Hey! HEY!

 

Hmm? What love?

Daydreams again?

[Smiles] Yeah. Memories from the good old days. White picket fences, flags waving in the wind, the milkman driving by and waving...

I don't know what you're talking about, Generalissimo. But I'm glad you're happy. Where are we marching today?

 

Wherever the Enclave needs us, Scarlet.

 

To be continued.