Obsidian
The Blighted Knight
Four left.
Out of a squad of twenty soldiers, only four had managed to survive the ambush at the ruins of Raven Rock and then the battles through DC, only to make it to Adams Airforce Base just in time to see the mobile crawler be completely destroyed by orbital bombardment. Even the outposts that Jonathan's team visited were not spared, with only corpses and battle scars to be found, as well as teams of their newly revealed enemy, the Brotherhood of Steel. The Enclave and the Brotherhood were hardly friendly with each other, but neither side had fired on the other while they both operated in DC. Clearly, something had broken that peace, though Jonathan does not know what. He has found no Enclave survivors, nor has he been able to receive word from anyone on any frequency. He and his team are completely alone, and quite possibly the last bastion of Enclave force to left.
And now he only has four troops left, out of twenty.
After seeing the mobile crawler destroyed and Adams Airforce Base overrun, Jonathan ordered his team to the south, to escape out of Maryland to Virginia by Memorial Bridge. He had seven soldiers left when he gave that order, and ever since then Brotherhood forces have been crawling out from under every rock and sewer pipe they run across, gunning down yet another of his troops every time. The Brotherhood suffered worse, but clearly the Brotherhood can throw the lives away.
Now, Jonathan and his four remaining troops have managed to make it out of DC, and fled all the way the Newburg. They had not seen any further Brotherhood in at least 36 hours, but the troops were still wary of every shadow and ruined building. Jonathan did not mind this, however. Better for them to be on edge, waiting for battle, rather than them to start thinking about their losses. Friends. Family. Homes. All gone now, with only this small team left. And as if out from some fever dream, Jonathan and his men started to hear something, the sounds of blades and an engine, the sound of a vertibird. Sure enough, as they turned behind them, they would see it, an Enclave vertibird, heading in their direction.
Jonathan hung back, watching the vertibird grow closer carefully, but the others stepped toward the vertibird, already starting to wave down the gunship. And it soon straightened it's flight toward the squad. But something... felt wrong about this. As the gunship came within range, Jonathan used the scope on his Gauss Rifle to look at the gunship. On it's side, where the Enclave emblem should be, it had been scratched off and replaced with a crude copy of the Brotherhood emblem.
"Everyone, take cover!" Jonathan ordered, to the surprise of his squadmates, who turned to him stupidly before he added, "Enemy vertibird!"
It was too late, however. The gunship was quickly brought in range, and it opened fire on the exposed Jonathan's squadmates, missiles raining down on them as they vanished in explosion that followed, Jonathan barely having a moment to throw himself behind cover as debris fell from the air all around him.
"Bastards," Jonathan hissed to himself, unable to believe that the Brotherhood had now captured Enclave vertibirds of their own, and that they even know how to use them. That's it. That's all of them. All of Jonathan's squad, gone. He had known some of them for years, worked for him for years, and now their gone. Taken by the Brotherhood. Rage boiled under Jonathan's armour, readying himself, bloodthirst scratching at the back of his throat. Jonathan heard the vertibird fly over to his right, wanting to flank him, expecting him to run or hide. But he's done running and hiding. Jonathan stepped out from behind cover, brought his Gauss Rifle up, aimed at the cockpit of the vertibird, and fired.
Guess Rifles can fire solid bullets at a speed unmatched by any other gun known to man. And Jonathan's bullet punchered straight through the supposedly bullet-proof glass of the cockpit, hitting the pilot and killing him instantly. The vertibird than shook and swerved, spun and veered off to Jonathan's right, crashing into the ground before exploding violently. Jonathan won, and the Brotherhood are dead, but there will be more before soon. There are always more.
Jonathan turned and hurried off to Memorial Bridge. And in Virgina, perhaps he will finally be beyond their reach.
Out of a squad of twenty soldiers, only four had managed to survive the ambush at the ruins of Raven Rock and then the battles through DC, only to make it to Adams Airforce Base just in time to see the mobile crawler be completely destroyed by orbital bombardment. Even the outposts that Jonathan's team visited were not spared, with only corpses and battle scars to be found, as well as teams of their newly revealed enemy, the Brotherhood of Steel. The Enclave and the Brotherhood were hardly friendly with each other, but neither side had fired on the other while they both operated in DC. Clearly, something had broken that peace, though Jonathan does not know what. He has found no Enclave survivors, nor has he been able to receive word from anyone on any frequency. He and his team are completely alone, and quite possibly the last bastion of Enclave force to left.
And now he only has four troops left, out of twenty.
After seeing the mobile crawler destroyed and Adams Airforce Base overrun, Jonathan ordered his team to the south, to escape out of Maryland to Virginia by Memorial Bridge. He had seven soldiers left when he gave that order, and ever since then Brotherhood forces have been crawling out from under every rock and sewer pipe they run across, gunning down yet another of his troops every time. The Brotherhood suffered worse, but clearly the Brotherhood can throw the lives away.
Now, Jonathan and his four remaining troops have managed to make it out of DC, and fled all the way the Newburg. They had not seen any further Brotherhood in at least 36 hours, but the troops were still wary of every shadow and ruined building. Jonathan did not mind this, however. Better for them to be on edge, waiting for battle, rather than them to start thinking about their losses. Friends. Family. Homes. All gone now, with only this small team left. And as if out from some fever dream, Jonathan and his men started to hear something, the sounds of blades and an engine, the sound of a vertibird. Sure enough, as they turned behind them, they would see it, an Enclave vertibird, heading in their direction.
Jonathan hung back, watching the vertibird grow closer carefully, but the others stepped toward the vertibird, already starting to wave down the gunship. And it soon straightened it's flight toward the squad. But something... felt wrong about this. As the gunship came within range, Jonathan used the scope on his Gauss Rifle to look at the gunship. On it's side, where the Enclave emblem should be, it had been scratched off and replaced with a crude copy of the Brotherhood emblem.
"Everyone, take cover!" Jonathan ordered, to the surprise of his squadmates, who turned to him stupidly before he added, "Enemy vertibird!"
It was too late, however. The gunship was quickly brought in range, and it opened fire on the exposed Jonathan's squadmates, missiles raining down on them as they vanished in explosion that followed, Jonathan barely having a moment to throw himself behind cover as debris fell from the air all around him.
"Bastards," Jonathan hissed to himself, unable to believe that the Brotherhood had now captured Enclave vertibirds of their own, and that they even know how to use them. That's it. That's all of them. All of Jonathan's squad, gone. He had known some of them for years, worked for him for years, and now their gone. Taken by the Brotherhood. Rage boiled under Jonathan's armour, readying himself, bloodthirst scratching at the back of his throat. Jonathan heard the vertibird fly over to his right, wanting to flank him, expecting him to run or hide. But he's done running and hiding. Jonathan stepped out from behind cover, brought his Gauss Rifle up, aimed at the cockpit of the vertibird, and fired.
Guess Rifles can fire solid bullets at a speed unmatched by any other gun known to man. And Jonathan's bullet punchered straight through the supposedly bullet-proof glass of the cockpit, hitting the pilot and killing him instantly. The vertibird than shook and swerved, spun and veered off to Jonathan's right, crashing into the ground before exploding violently. Jonathan won, and the Brotherhood are dead, but there will be more before soon. There are always more.
Jonathan turned and hurried off to Memorial Bridge. And in Virgina, perhaps he will finally be beyond their reach.