alice-lupine

[alice-lupine]

I know he wasn’t a good person and I could tell he was really hurting and unhappy, but I didn’t want him to go.…does that make me bad?

Hey mobius?

How do you mourn someone?

@alice-lupine

Mourning… What a bittersweet symphony of the emotions. A complex equation of the heart you can never solve, only simplify. I suppose the best way would be to allow yourself to feel such emotions. Remember the good times. The bad ones as well, O, especially the bad ones. Eventually the time will come and you’ll be able to let go of your grief, and it will become a beautiful melody.

I hope that day comes for me soon.

[alice-lupine]

I’m a bit too emotionally exhausted to try and comprehend that body horror concept. but yeah a talent show sounds fun. Think we could get Boone to do some trick shots?

I may be a reanimated corpse made from a cycle of impregnating dead bodies in the chest that might not have a soul, but I bet I could put on the best talent show the Mojave’s ever seen!

[alice-lupine]

It’s been a few days now and Alice is still reeling from that broadcast. She tries to tell herself that it’s just a bad dream and that she’ll wake up tomorrow and go annoy Vulpes. But she knows it’s true. She doubts anyone will truly morn him and she questions why she herself does, but she takes his body and prepares a grave in a safe spot where no one could desecrate it.

tl:dr for people that don’t want to read and are going to miss out on the details and run the high risk of not actually understanding what’s happening in the battle: ncr, rogues, eagles and coalition attack the Legion controlled mojave outpost

The Siege of the Mojave Outpost, and what will be the last major battle of the war in the Mojave is finally about to take place.

30 formations of 3 Eagles helicopters (one Huey, one Vertibird, one AH-1 each) descend upon the heavily fortified Mojave Outpost, the last remnant of the once glorious Legion occupied territory.

Chinooks and Vertibirds carrying cargo containers, Sheridan tanks, and artillery pieces move towards the Outpost from the Strip, followed by two AC-130s the JCS had flown in for CAS.

At HELIOS ONE, Eagles artillery cannons begin an hour long barrage of saturation bombardment directed at the outpost.

The 8’th Tactical Fighter Squadron is going out in full force- the First Wing is having the time of their lives dropping high explosives on the fortified Mojave Outpost, shredding AA guns with ARMs and main guns, destroying Vertibirds and crude fighter planes, all while dancing and weaving through AA fire and SAM missiles.

The three fighter jets of the Crimson Rogues fire missiles and guns at various targets, doing the same, except in a very... flashy and flowy style that still gets the job done.

Patton tanks, logistics trucks, jeeps and APCs drive from the HELIOS ONE garrison through Novac and Primm which is now friendly territory of the Eagles’ new ally the NCR, and proceed down the road to the Mojave Outpost at high speed.

CIA and Sierra agents plant directional anti-vehicle mines and Claymores along various routes the Legion’s logistics team could possibly take to reinforce their position at the outpost, and sabotage AA gun radars, telephone boxes and firing mechanisms with thermite grenades to hamper AA efforts.

Four NCR Vertibirds soar across the desert towards the stronghold with Veteran Rangers and Sierra operatives armed with CBJ-MS firearms, unlicensed and once highly classified copies of Sierra Madre holorifles and NCR replicas of M56 Smartgun HMGs, assigned to assault teams of three, sniper squads of two and gun squads of two armed with a smartgun and assault carbine.

30 P-51 Mustangs, 8 C-119 Flying Boxcars, 12 F-86 Sabre fighter jets, and 15 B-29 bombers operated by the New Mexico Coalition (their state flag painted over the USAF logos) fly at low altitude above Novac, causing their residents to panic, and anyone that fought in the Korean War to have flashbacks.

B-52 Stratofortresses operated by the 2nd Bomb Wing travel towards the Outpost, flying over Novac (much to the consternation of Boone, which is feeling the effects of becoming an involuntary planespotter.)

The Reaper’s Sprint, with Phillips, Maynard, Kyle and Jacob (pilot, offensive weapons specialist, defensive weapons specialist and copilot respectively) soars in the sky in formation with two other B-1 bombers, labelled Skirtboy Shredder and Femboy’s Nightmare.

They show some well drawn but rather graphic images of a German Shephard shredding the Pteruges of a Legionnaire a la Coppertone ad, and a image of Vulpes on all fours facing the viewer while taking a MK82 bomb up the ass respectively.

NCR troopers wielding M16s and modified assault carbines with full auto fire ride in trucks, transport Vertibirds and APCs operated by the NCR towards the Outpost.

Legionnaire field mortar teams rush out with field mortars, and the howitzer artillery pieces become quickly manned as soon as the base siren goes off.

The Cobras fire their missiles, miniguns and rocket pods at targets, and the B-1s and Stratofortresses drop their payloads, flattening what hasn’t been flattened (tin buildings and crude airstrips) by the bombardments and leaving fire and devastation in it’s wake.

Ramshackle Legion fighters based on WW2 fighter aircraft and Vertibirds take off in the chaos, and try to intercept the bombers- only to be assaulted by the NMC P-51s. Although they nail one or two Mustangs in the fighting, many more are taken out by the Coalition pilots or whatever fighter wing happened to be within range at that time.

Mortar teams dash across the battlefield shooting shells of death at each other’s unseen yet esrimated position, and artillery cannons at the Outpost are swiftly brought out of commission by HELIOS howitzers.

Hueys and Vertibirds land on nearby mountains and fields, with droves of infantry disembarking among hails of Legion gunfire (for all of 30 seconds before an A-10 gun run reduces the machinegunners to thick red dusty paste speckled with metal.)

Machine gunners wielding CBJ-MS or M60s (including Sarah’s squad) lay suppressive fire against any infantry they see and occasionally try to kill each other using grenade launchers.

Pattons, Sheridans and whatever’s left of the Legion fleet duke it out, lobbing tank shells and HEAT rockets at each other. Troopers, Marines, Soldiers and their attack dogs (military cyberdogs in the case of the Eagles) disembark from APCs and while taking cover, fire LAW launchers at Legion tanks, which more or less instantly kills the crews inside. They also trade fire with Legion forces while making their way into the safety of the garrison’s trench network, blast Legionnaires with shotguns and send their fur missiles racing down trenches.

Legion AA guns and NMC M19 MGMCs light the flare-lit night up with hundreds of tracer rounds that hit basically nothing with the exception of the occasional helicopter or Mustang, while Eagles VADS systems fire short bursts of explosive sabots that utterly disintegrate whatever aircraft they shot at.

The 7’th Calvary Regiment and 2’nd Artillery Division, the historical reenactors of Siege of Alamogordo fame begin an assault with the NCR troopers, using gatling guns, Springfield rifles, calvary, and blackpowder cannons to provide an opening for NCR forces to move in.

82nd Airborne paratroopers (three squadrons) jump out of C-130s and make their drop in Legion territory behind the outpost, while NCR forces from the nearby garrison also take the fight to logistics teams.

Marine Scout Snipers, First Recon and snipers of the 75’th Rangers take positions on crests and the mountains surrounding the outpost, aiming for limbs, hydraulics units and firing explosive rounds at vehicle engine blocks and artillery pieces to sow confusion and panic in the Legionnaires.

Patton tanks with APCs following behind ram through the chain link fencing and concertina wire barriers. Their doors swing open and at least 15 screaming Crimson Rogues soldiers clad in handcrafted reinforced T-51 power armor holding MG42s on swivel mounts charge out and lay fire on Legionnaires taking defensive positions, utterly tearing their bodies to shreds, while at least 30 more Rogues infantry with assault rifles take up positions with the power armor elites in squads of three.

Reprogrammed sentry bots, Mister Gutsies, some securitrons and like three protectrons make their way towards the frontlines, with tank shells and sniper shots instantly taking out everything that isn’t a sentry bot.

A bright flash of light occurs as a beam from ARCHIMEDES II drops down from space and reduces a Legion platoon entering the complex into shadows on the hardpan.

The scrap metal statues at the Outpost has been annihilated by the saturation bombing and tank assault, leaving metal shards and fragments everywhere.

More Legion tanks and supply trucks try making their way to the fortress as dire reinforcement, only to be turned to flaming wrecks by the rotary cannons and artillery guns of the just-arrived AC-130s, or pulverized by a singular A-10 dancing across the skies.

Alarmed Mojave Brotherhood scouts run horrifying news of the battle back to the bunker, alarming McNamara as to how cutthroat and horrifying (to outsiders) the battle has become.

An orchestra of gunfire, explosions, diesel engines, helicopters, sonic booms, buzzing, artillery and orders and screams of agony from all sides sets the backdrop soundtrack of the battle.

Music for NCR, NMC, Eagles, Legion and Rogues respectively (optional)

Quests are Eagles, Wastelander, NCR, Legion, NMC, and Rogues respectively

boone mod likes to be left alone so I won’t tag them

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[alice-lupine]

Little Sister in my opinion.

Beloved Daughter Of the Mojave

— Shitty Summary Anon

Daughter…?

Really?

[alice-lupine]

Ain’t reached the bad numbers yet, my eyes have a bigger number.

I like to collect these glasses. They’re the same shade as my eyes.

[alice-lupine]

I like to collect these glasses. They’re the same shade as my eyes.

[alice-lupine]

It’s raining … it’s been a while since I’ve felt the rain. I think I like the feeling.

[alice-lupine]

I honestly don’t know.

would you take it back

I don’t know.

I was afraid of life before. I am even more afraid now

[alice-lupine]

Don’t. He wouldn’t provide mercy, why should you?

would you take it back

I don’t know.

I was afraid of life before. I am even more afraid now

[alice-lupine]

YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES ‼️

[alice-lupine]

Please don’t

glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them

edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.

[alice-lupine]

You should Torture Lanius into learning proper grammar

Vulpes (May he find some peace) was someone I could annoy with the knowledge I could for the most part get away from him should he try to retaliate. He also was someone you could negotiate with.

I refuse to try anything with the terror of the west who will make sure my actions have consequences

[alice-lupine]

@thinktankbigmt this what you wanted boris?

glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them

edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.

[alice-lupine]

Still, he’s past professional help. The theater kid has taken over this poor sod.

Fiddlesticks ☹️ ‘tis yet Another one of the Rather Unpleasant Fellas 😔 perchance if you Ate some Good Food 🍽️ you shall stop violating Human Rights 🤔

SILE.NCE! YOU HAVE MO RIGHT TO ORDER ME SROUND! I DI NOT CAREE FOR YOUR FOOD. THE WEAK CANNOT. DECIDE WHAT RIGHTS THEY ARE ENTITLEF TO; YHEY WXIST ONLY TO S ERCE THEIR CONQUEROES! YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU ARE NOBODY, IF YOU D. IED TODAY THE WORLD WOULD FORGET YOU BY TOMORROW. YOU O. NLY EXIST TO AERVE YIUR BETTERS. BUT.. I SURMUDE. I WOULDN’TT MIND A MEAL RO FILL MU STONACH. IF YOU INTENDD TO PPISON ME GOWEBER I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PIKE BEFORE THE FIOD EVEN REACHES MY MOUTH.

[alice-lupine]

I think he’s past professional help June

Fiddlesticks ☹️ ‘tis yet Another one of the Rather Unpleasant Fellas 😔 perchance if you Ate some Good Food 🍽️ you shall stop violating Human Rights 🤔

SILE.NCE! YOU HAVE MO RIGHT TO ORDER ME SROUND! I DI NOT CAREE FOR YOUR FOOD. THE WEAK CANNOT. DECIDE WHAT RIGHTS THEY ARE ENTITLEF TO; YHEY WXIST ONLY TO S ERCE THEIR CONQUEROES! YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU ARE NOBODY, IF YOU D. IED TODAY THE WORLD WOULD FORGET YOU BY TOMORROW. YOU O. NLY EXIST TO AERVE YIUR BETTERS. BUT.. I SURMUDE. I WOULDN’TT MIND A MEAL RO FILL MU STONACH. IF YOU INTENDD TO PPISON ME GOWEBER I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PIKE BEFORE THE FIOD EVEN REACHES MY MOUTH.

[alice-lupine]

“I deserved it for my bull headedness. I should have discussed it with you and 5 before bringing it up what doctor Garret told me with June. Maybe you guys wouldn’t have been tricked like me.”

A basket of prewar snack cakes, rifle repair materials, and rifle mods are left at your door with a note reading

“can we talk? -Alice”

@alice-lupine

[looks up from the note like maybe he might see her nearby]

...i guess it's lucky you can just teleport here ?

[alice-lupine]

“Oh…”

She looks around awkwardly since she’s been hiding from him for the past week.

“…Would you be interested in dissecting one of the snack cakes with me and getting the marshmallow filling the skewer on a stick to toast?”

A basket of prewar snack cakes, rifle repair materials, and rifle mods are left at your door with a note reading

“can we talk? -Alice”

@alice-lupine

[looks up from the note like maybe he might see her nearby]

...i guess it's lucky you can just teleport here ?