#sarah illian

[fly-vertibirds-everyday]

Lucillius and his wife lay cozied together (more like she’s clinging to him) in their bed in Holloman. Kyle is put to bed, they were transferred back to base, there isn’t much of anything they have to do tomorrow, and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep.

He looks up at the dark ceiling, lost in thought, occasionally punctuated by the sounds of animals or the sound of planes (that one B-1A named something again, he forgot) or helicopters and tanks. Or the sound of helicopters and tanks being loaded into planes.

He glances around and looks in the cabinet (as much as he can with his wife bear gripping him.) He can see some toilet paper, his sheathed combat knofe, a bottle of aloe vera, some condoms, a lockbox with an CBJ inside for emergencies, and some old photos when they got married in Vegas a couple weeks before the bombs dropped.

He’s not awake from the racket, he’s more concerned about the war. Despite their massive gains, he knows a good lot of his compatriots have already died fighting the Legion.

Although he once assumed he had a role to play in causing the coup, Sarah has done her part to tell him otherwise.

He has some sympathy for the Legion- it doesn’t seem fair for them to be utterly betrayed by their allies just for resources, although saying that out loud’ll get him weird looks.

And he has a little nagging fear. What if he or Sarah dies in battle? Or both of them? What then? Although Kyle is being taught how to do his own chores and things, he’ll be devastated and likely brought into the care of someone else, or whoever’s left will be overburdened.

[freedoms-per-eagle]

...

You curious about apple turnovers?

[freedoms-per-eagle]

*inhales*

*exhales*

Bless their heart.

come to the mojave! we have

60s sci fi mad scientists that put their brains in robot jars and can’t put a square peg in a square hole and think vivisection or dissection is the solution to all problems and have become childish idiots that are a far cry from the scientists they were

california, but it’s a country! and democratic like the US! and hopelessly corrupt to the point it makes the worst american cop look like a saint! at least they repealed their draconian gun control laws…

literally roman LARPers that are trying way too hard to come, see and conquer and are making Julius Caesar and the Senate that murdered him roll in their graves

what if all the casinos and unincorporated communities in Nevada made a country? spoiler alert, it’s inherently unstable and likely to collapse without a real government

OC factions and people

literally vietnam war reenactors (or soldiers from the rest from the military before it exploded) but hopelessly indecisive even though they could make the roman LARPers beg for mercy

“hi chat, I’m a creepy scientist that makes their dead wife from mad science, cybernetics, a little gene splicing (the only scientific part) for some reason!!!!

go away we don’t want you in this community”

“what if I made vulpes a three dimensional character *not even 3 weeks later* oh wait he somehow took the Strip, has depression and is sexually confused”

“i miss my wife and I’m confused and terrified Six”

*[+DISRESPECT] [+DISRESPECT] [+DISRESPECT]”

“i don’t want to take the strip i want my wife and to go back to my us military but tribe, also I put furry magazines in places dogboi will find”

“pete where the hell have you been for three months, I can’t raise the kid and be a soldier at once”

“hi i’m the creepy scientist’s cloned wife! wanna try this radscorp casserole?”

“i’m THE mailman”

“i’m the other mailman”

“i’m a pawn shop owner that- oh wait, now I’m partially responsible for vulpes falling off the deep end”

“i am a caterpillar that ate vulpes” *RIPPER NOISES* *DOOR INSTALLING NOISES*

“i’m theoretically trained in physics” “ow ouchie my soul”

“ursus major and taurus-“ *ICBM LAUNCH SOUNDS*

“i am the definition of a modern major gener- *loud laser explosion* *CYBORG NOISES* al, an expert in specimens vitamin and mineral”

“i can’t make up my mind if I want to join or desert the legion, i’m going to leave- no wait, I’m going to die of thirst hiking the Mojave”

“hey vulpes want to fu-* *[+DISRESPECT]*

“i…. am DEPRESSION!* *APPLAUSE*

[redscharacters]

Goddess Illian Sinclair

Warning: Heavy Breast Worship Themes Below

Name: Illian Sinclair Of Light. Age: 24 Race: Human Goddess Orientation: Strongly Lesbian Height: 5’ 10" Cup Size: A at first, but through Godhood Risen to an O.

General Description:

Goddesses are as different and varied as flowers on an open spring prairie. This is to nobody's disagreement, yet some flowers outshine the others, and so it is that Illian Sinclair outshines even the most nobel of Goddesses in The Realms Between.

Of course she didn't ascend to godhood by birthright. She wasn't always revered as the beautiful woman she is today. No her humble beginnings' had placed her as a mere maid for the Sisterhood of Later Day Saints. Quiet and reserved, she came from a peasant family. Her father was a mere farmer and her mother tied rope as the edge of town.

Illian was as plain and unblessed as a woman could be. The truth was she didn't even earn her place as a maid for the Sisterhood, but was rather won the position through the City's monthly Labor Lottery. Her orders were simple the month she had arrived.

Clean. Cook. And tend to Lady of the Manor, a devious and frankly terribly poorly behaved Lady Sarah.

It was rough for her at first, but through out her trials and tribulations and through a lot of effort and care she had managed to earn her place among the Maids of the Sisterhood. Thankfully to her, she was a fast learner and nimble with her hands. From newly hired maid to Lead Maiden her rank quickly rose while she had tended to her lady's every whimsical need.

You see, in The Realms Between not only was a woman's bosom a sign of beauty and nobility. It was favor directly from the Goddesses above. Those who were given the heavenly proportions were thought of to be loyal and pure of heart. And nowhere in the world than the Sisterhood of Later Day Saints royal palace were the Goddesses watching more closely.

Lady Sarah had turned out to be cruel and jealous and covetted to have her body worshiped by her assigned maid Illian on a daily basis. The two had often fornicated on her command. Illian was ordered to suckle on her heavy tits, to carry and worship her large breasts as if they were the most valuable things in the world. She often flaunted and used her body to her every advantage, and would tease and belittle the underdeveloped Illian for her own amusement.

And one night, between closed doors and drawn curtains, while Illian was two hands deep in her bosom, preforming her maidenly duties as told. The Goddesses had had enough.

Bit by bit. Day by day. As Illian served her mistress Sarah, the Goddesses would punish her rude behavior by shrinking Sarah's chest more, and giving the loss of power and grace to the mere maid that was pure of heart. As Illian's slowly began to fill out her dress further, and found her hips to grow wider little by little, the irritable Sarah had the opposite problem, and complained that her gowns were too stretched, and her dresses were too wide...

Nowadays. Lady Sarah had been drained to a former shell of her previous beauty, while Illian Sinclair had ascended to Godhood through virtue of her character and the purity of her breasts. Of course even the purest of nobles still become wanting of more... Illian's faith now is being tested. Would she use her new found powers for good? Or to below the flames of her desires and to test her knew body to it's limits, and see what carnal sins she herself could get away with...

Fetishes: Breast Worship, Breast Expansion / Beautification, Breast Envy

[dustedmagazine]

Dusted Mid-Year Exchange, Part 3: Writers’ Lists

Joe McPhee 

We wrap up our mid-year feature with writers’ favorites from the first half of the year.  If you missed them, check out Parts One and Two from earlier this week.

Tobias Carroll

SAULT — UNTITLED (Black Is) (Forever Living Originals)

Irreversible Entanglements — Who Sent You? (International Anthem)

Cold Beat — Mother (DFA Records)

African Head Charge — Drumming is a Language 1990 - 2011 (On-U Sound)

En Attendant Ana — Juliet (Trouble in Mind)

Positive No — Kyanite (self-released)

Helen Money — Atomic (Thrill Jockey)

Matt LaJoie — Everlasting Spring (Flower Room)

Xetas — The Cypher (12XU)

Alison Cotton — Zener_08 (Sensory Leakage)

Coriky — Coriky (Dischord)

Błoto — Erozje (Astigmatic Records)

Gerycz / Powers / Rolin — Beacon (Garden Portal)

75 Dollar Bill Little Big Band — Live at Tubby’s (self-released)

Slum of Legs — Slum of Legs (Splurge Recordings)

The Soft Pink Truth — Am I Free to Go? (self-released)

 Tim Clarke

Activity — Unmask Whoever (Western Vinyl)

Alabaster DePlume — To Cy and Lee: Instrumentals Vol. 1 (International Anthem)

Drab City — Good Songs For Bad People (Bella Union)

Fake Laugh — Dining Alone (State 51 Conspiracy)

King Krule — Man Alive! (XL)

Owen Pallett — Island (Domino)

 Andrew Forell

Irreversible Entanglements — Who Sent You? (International Anthem)

Wire — Mind Hive (Pinkflag)

Peel Machine Dream — Agitprop Alterna (Tough Love/Slumberland)

Rowland S Howard — Teenage Snuff Film (Fat Possum)

The Wants — Container (Council Records)

Shabaka And The Ancestors — We Are Sent Here By History (Impulse!)

Davey Harms — World War (Hausu Mountain)

Bohren & Der Club Of Gore — Patchouli Blue (Ipecac)

 Ray Garraty

Rio Da Yung Og — City on My Back (#Boyz Entertainment)

Cash Kidd — No Socks (4746 Global)

The Jacka — Murder Weapon (The Artist Records)

Z-Ro — Quarantine: Social Distancing (1 Deep Entertainment)

Ka — Descendants of Cain (self-released)

Bandgang Lonnie Bands — The Scamily (TF Entertainment)

 Jennifer Kelly

Six Organs of Admittance—Companion Rises (Drag City)

Gil Scott Heron and Makaya McCraven—We’re New Again (XL Recordings)

Obnox—Savage Raygun (Ever/Never)

Cable Ties—Far Enough (Merge)

Lewsberg—In this House (12XU)

James Elkington—Ever Roving Eye (Paradise of Bachelors)

Jehnny Beth —To Love Is To Live (Arts & Crafts)

Destroyer—Have We Met (Merge)

Decoy w/ Joe McPhee — AC/DC (otoROKU)

Chouk Bwa & The Ångströmers— Vodou Alé (Bongo Joe)

FACS—Void Moments (Trouble in Mind)

Elkhorn—The Storm Sessions (Beyond Beyond Is Beyond)   

 Arthur Krumins

Gil Scott-Heron, Makaya McCraven — We’re New Again (XL)

The Giving Shapes — Earth Leaps Up (Elsewhere)

Wut — Now (Self-released)

Ranil — Ranil y su Conjunto Tropical (Analog Africa)

Ash Brooks — Temple of Roses (Flower Room)

Chip Langer — Songs for Melissa (Xylem)

Keenan Ahrends Trio — Live at House on the Hills Session (Self-released)

Jeff Parker — Suite for Max Brown (International Anthem)

Julius Eastman — Feminine (Frozen Reeds)

White Poppy — Paradise Gardens (Not Not Fun)

Pharoah Sanders — Live in Paris 1975 (Transversales Disques)

Waterless Hills — The Great Mountain (Cardinal Fuzz)

Jim White and Marisa Anderson — The Quickening (Thrill Jockey)

Aoife Nessa Frances — Land of No Junction (Ba Da Bing)

Andrea Cortez — The Secret Song of Plants (Aural Canyon)

 Patrick Masterson

Yves Tumor — Heaven to a Tortured Mind (Warp)

Squirrel Flower — I Was Born Swimming (Polyvinyl)

Black Taffy — Opal Wand (Leaving)

Mint Mile — Ambertron (Comedy Minus One)

Moodymann — Taken Away (KDJ)

Sarah Mary Chadwick — Please Daddy (Sinderlyn)

Andrea — Ritorno (Illian Tape)

Cable Ties — Far Enough (Merge)

Torres — Silver Tongue (Merge)

Russell Ellington Langston Butler —  Emotional Bangers Only EP (self— released)

Tan Cologne — Cave Vaults on the Moon in New Mexico (Labrador)

Future — High Off Life (Epic)

 Ian Mathers

Aidan Baker & Gareth Davis — Invisible Cities II (Karlrecords)

Anastasia Minster — Father (self released)

Helen Money — Atomic (Thrill Jockey)

Holy Fuck — Deleter (Last Gang)

Hum — Inlet (Polyvinyl)

Solar Woodroach — 7 Perversions on Pachabel's Canon (Nilamox)

Spanish Love Songs — Brave Faces Everyone (Pure Noise)

Stars Like Fleas — DWARS Session: Live on Radio VPRO (self released)

Well Yells — We Mirror the Dead (self released)

Yves Tumor — Heaven to a Tortured Mind (Warp)

 Special mention to the incredible Charles Curtis Performances & Recordings 1998-2018 box we talked about here.

 Bill Meyer 

(The last entry is not a record, but a festival of recordings)

Owl — Mille Feuille (SOFA)

Paul Lytton / Nate Wooley — Known / Unknown (Fundacja Sluchaj)

Six Organs of Admittance — Companion Rises (Drag City)

Elkhorn — The Storm Sessions (Beyond Beyond is Beyond)

*Waterless Hills — The Great Mountain (Cardinal Fuzz / Feeding Tube)

Powers / Rolin Duo — s/t (Feeding Tube)

Tashi Dorji / Tyler Damon — To Catch A Bird (Trost)

James Elkington — Ever Roving Eye (Paradise of Bachelors)

Chicago Underground Quartet — Good Days (Astral Spirits)

Steve Beresford and John Butcher — Old Paradise Airs (Iluso)

Irreversible Entanglements (International Anthem)

Sandy Ewen — You Win (Gilgongo)

Various artists — AMPLIFY 2020:quarantine

 Jonathan Shaw

Raspberry Bulbs — Before the Age of Mirrors (Relapse)

Mamaleek — Come and See (The Flenser)

Thou — Blessings of the Highest Order (Robotic Empire)

Sun City Girls — Live at Sky Church (2182 Recording Company)

Gil Scott Heron and Makaya McCraven — We’re New Again (XL Recordings)

Neutrals — Rent/Your House (Domestic Departure)

 Derek Taylor

Twenty from 2020: Jazz and Improv (order entirely arbitrary)

Decoy w/ Joe McPhee — AC/DC (otoROKU)

Stephen Riley — Friday the 13th (Steeplechase)

Damon Smith — Whatever is Not Stone is Light (Balance Point Acoustics)

James Brandon Lewis & Chad Taylor — Live at Willisau (Intakt)

Jeremy Pelt — The Art of Intimacy, Vol. 1 (HighNote)

Peter Brötzmann/ Maâlem Moukhtar Gania/ Hamid Drake — The Catch of a Ghost (I Dischi Di Angelica)

Patty Waters — An Evening in Houston (Clean Feed)

Whit Dickey — Expanding Light (AUM Fidelity)

Brandon Seabrook — Exultations (Astral Spirits)

John Scofield — Swallow Tales (ECM)  

Paul Desmond — The Complete 1975 Toronto Recordings (Mosaic)

Cecil Taylor & Tony Oxley — Birdland, Neuberg 2011 (Fundacja Sluchaj)

Kidd Jordan /Joel Futterman /Alvin Fielder — Spirits (Silkheart)

Sam Rivers — Ricochet (No Business)

Frank Lowe & Rashied Ali — Duo Exchange: Complete Sessions (Survival)

Dudu Pukwana — and the Spears (Matsuli Music)

Sun Ra — Heliocentric Worlds, Vols. 1 & 2 (Ezz-thetics)

Shirley Scott — One for Me (Arc/Strata-East)

Buddy Collette — The Complete 1961 Milano Sessions (Fresh Sound)

Lennie Tristano — The Duo Sessions (Dot Time)

[fly-vertibirds-everyday]

In the same nuclear powerplant near Raptor Lake lies a considerably large fuel reprocessing annex. The technology within is extraordinarily nascient, the result of the bright minds at Los Alamos, Alamogordo, and Sandia working together with a common goal- to power the region.

A semitruck with the shipping container backs into the entry door.

A technician operating a gantry crane opens the shipping container of low level waste and lifts out large blocks of dull metal.

This metal is placed on a conveyor belt and moved into a large metal apparatus. A hydraulic shear divides the metal, and the metal is dropped into a sealed vat of nitric acid.

A technician activates an electric stirrer as the metal dissolves into the acid while organic impurities in the waste begin to froth and produce toxic fumes, which is inactivated by charcoal filters and the harmless gas piped out of the refinery.

The machine continues to stir until all the metal is dissolved in the vat.

The technician calls out to a bunch of people standing at a large table with some terminals connected a group of gas centrifuges cobbled together from various odds and ends.

The technician opens a valve, and the lights flicker as the centrifuges begin to spin up with the acid slurry pumping through their veins.

Impurities are mechanically separated and sent down a smaller duct into a sealed storage vat.

The remaining uranium-plutonium rich slurry goes into another set of centrifuges, separating the uranium and plutonium.

These are piped to another set of centrifuges, separating the uranium into two main isotopes- U-235 and U-238.

The plutonium is centrifuged and it’s isotopes collected for future use.

The uranium isotopes in dissolved uranyl nitrate are brought into an electric denitrifying device, producing lumps of benign uranium.

The uranium is scooped by hand into metal boxes and brought to a mechanical grinder in a ratio to produce 26 percent enriched uranium (U-235) fuel powder.

This powder is then scooped by technicians in advanced hazmat suits into a new set of crates and then a sintering furnace, which over the course of half an hour melts the powders and molds them into an array of benign fuel pellets.

The pellets are shoved into 6 feet long zirconium tubes and capped.

A technician takes the fuel bundle, packs it in a container and brings it to the containment room in the plant itself.

In the reactor containment room, several technicians slide the fuel rods into a large series of brackets and control rods that form the reactor’s core.

The lid is sealed and the technicians depart the containment building.

Liquid sodium at 110 degrees celcius is introduced into the primary cooling loop until it’s full.

Four reactor operators check dials with various information pertaining to things the reactor needs to operate, and command the fuel rods to be lifted out to a specific percentage, as a neutron burst from a neutron generator strikes the rods.

Inside, a single uranium-235 atom captures a neutron and fissions into Krypton-92 and Barium-141, emitting another neutron. More atoms follow suit, only for a good percentage of neutrons to be absorbed by the control rods surrounding the core.

In the control room, various annunciator lights flicker on telling the operators the reactor is starting up.

Heated liquid sodium courses through heat exchangers, a thin wall separating two extremes.

The water within boils into dense high-pressure steam and gets sent through two turbines- high pressure and low pressure respectively.

The steam exhausts it’s energy and is sent through a forced draft cooling tower, causing steam to be blown out.

Electricity is synchronized by some other technicians, and the plant is hooked to the grid.

The lights of Alamogordo and Holloman turns from a dim yellow to a bright yellow as new electricity flows into the grid.

Diesel generators across the town are switched off, and Legion scouts outside the Eagles’ territory notice the plume of steam, but think nothing of it. Sarah, Five, Kyle and Pete stand outside with other soldiers, migrants and children on the base, eying the plume of steam from the nuclear plant as the Joint Chiefs of Staff speak at a press conference about the newly declassified facility over porch radios.

But the Eagles have just changed. No longer are they reliant on fission batteries, microfusion generators or primarily diesel for power- the main stranglehold the Legion had on them.

With the most pressing concern known as electrical shortages out of the way, the Eagles’ high command prepares to use their honed military and covert operations teams in the largest operation they have yet to strike at the most pressing issue- the fact the Legion oppresses New Mexico’s science facilities, controls New Mexico’s oil, uranium mines, phosphate and concrete quarries, farms and trade routes.

Vulpes’ worst fears are set to come true once again.

[freedoms-per-eagle]

Sarah is scooping pieces off the cake cactus and mixing them with the icing.

“Pete, you gotta try this.”

She holds a spoon of the hybrid amalgam up.

Alice goes around the lobby of the Lucky 38 casino as she preps for her party that’s happening tonight. Humming along to the radio as she’s already in costume.

@june-fallout @a-fellow-courier @galileo-of-the-legion @legions-top-dog @thinktankbigmt @doctorrrmobius @okaybooner @fly-vertibirds-everyday @freedoms-per-eagle @bajarangers @mojave-express2287

[freedoms-per-eagle]

Non canon

You receive an invitation to a Halloween costume party being held at the lucky 38 casino

Pete walks up to her, holding the invitation.

“I think we should attend this. There’s an event that’ll going on at his school, and I trust that Dimah and his teachers’ll keep him safe, just like all the other events.”

“I was thinking the same thing too!”

[redcon-enthusiast]

(Note from Redcon: Fallout: New Vegas loves it’s ending slides, so I thought it’d be only rational to make an ending for FORPE: D&D. If you want to write the endings for your characters that were centered around it, feel free to post it. You don’t have to write an ending however. This centers around the characters I hold.)

The era of which the Mojave had been lawless had come to an end, in the first week of September, 1985 AD.

The Eagles, NCR and NMC, unlikely allies had driven Caesar’s Legion from not only the Dam or Outpost, but the Mojave itself, ending it’s reign of terror for the half-million residents in the Mojave itself. But this did not come without a price. Despite the best attempts at cultural preservation, the spirit of the Mojave was shifted and made unrecognizable- lost to paved roads, the eradication of the native Cazadore population thanks to pest eradication bounties and efforts, mass transportation, powerlines, fences and the effects of immigration.

Some claim the moment the Mojave spirit was lost was the moment the first bus with NCR refugees passed through the rebuilt Mojave Outpost, and others claim it was when RTCPnet gave way to RUDPnet and brought the Mojave into the information age. Even so, others claim it was when Vulpes shot himself.

But to claim it was lost forever would be a lie. The spirit of the Mojave had taken on another form. Melded with old world blues, many saw it as not a land of do whatever you please (with all the nasty effects of that,) but a land of potential, where even the poorest person could live a modest life, and raise a family without worrying of raiders.

That’s not to say that the essence of that time wasn’t displayed. At the Dam, the Strip, Nelson, the Outpost and more importantly Nipton, museums and memorials were erected showing what life was like and remembering the lives given to tame the Mojave.

Vulpes Inculta, a Frumentariius turned General, had left the Mojave forever changed through his actions, regardless of how good or evil they seemed. Although he never found peace for the death of his lover, nor had he atoned for the sins he had committed before his death, he could at least take some satisfaction that he would be known in history books as a second Napoleon.

Staff Sergeant Sarah Illian was irreversibly changed by her tour of duty. Once lead to believe that the wastelanders were ignorant savages incapable of forming a civilization, she was shown the exact opposite- and that maybe, the wastelanders and Eagles were one and the same.

Invigorated by this experience after returning to her hometown of Alamogordo, she would helm a civil rights campaign that would lead to the Joint Chiefs of Staff passing naturalization regulations that opened the floodgates to NCR and Mojave residents wishing to live and start families in the Eagles, rather than simply visiting and staying for a while.

Decanus Lucillius, better known by his actual name Pete Bradshaw survived the battle and lived a fulfilling life with his wife Sarah as a seasoned and decorated helicopter pilot. Only four years later, he was promoted to a brigadier general and commanded the 18’th Marine Corps Aviation Wing, which saw battle in the Siege of Denver.

General Oliver never knew the truth about his second chance at life. He remained in the dark as to the fact that his true self had in fact perished at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. He lived as a decorated general, until his augmentations gave out from lack of maintenance thanks to the death of his creator, and he passed in his sleep from cardiovascular issues during the eighth anniversary of the Battle of the Mojave Outpost.

Captain Mays lived a modest life. Despite many of the residents across the Big Three appropriating him as their new celebrity (mainly because they thought his swordsmanship was really cool,) he managed to evade his fans and paparazzi for the most part.

Specialist Dimah became the head of the Eagles’ defense planning agency, and was responsible for producing a variety of Sidewinder derived guided missiles, an effective SAM system and C-RAM system based on plans for the Phalanx CIWS, deployed during the Siege of Denver.

The crew of the Reaper’s Sprint flew countless missions afterwards, bombarding Legion sites during the Invasion of Colorado.

Amanda and Kelly faced discrimination in New Vegas thanks to their former Legion nationality. However, they persisted through this, and with the help of a rallying cry with former members of the Legion and Sarah and her squad, eventually secured protection for former Legionnaires under hate crime legislation in the Eagles, NMC and Vegas. They still continue to crusade for Legion hate-crime amendments to hate crime legislation in the NCR, much to the dismay of the NCR Senate.

The Dam still stands, generating power for the entire Mojave. The Eagles shifted control of the Dam to the NCR, which then gave it to a utilities company (Peterson and Sons Power.) The gift shop has been turned into a museum of the Legion and the battles that took place there, and is one of the largest tourist attractions across the Mojave.

Nipton was hesitantly resettled, and debate raged as former Legionnaires try to convince the town authority to build a statue of Vulpes Inculta. So far, the debate still rages on to this day.

Cottonwood Cove remains an irradiated zone, closed off by the Big Three and classified as the Cottonwood Cove Radioactive Exclusion Zone, posted under guard by Big Three soldiers. That hasn’t stopped residents from trying to sneak in, but fortunately there seems to be no signs of spore carriers in the quarantine zone.

New Vegas prospered across the years as McCarran turned from primarily being a military base into a civilian airport under the oversight of the three superpowers, better known as the Big Three.

The city was filled with heavy manufacturing, stock exchanges and apartment complexes, museums, RTCP internet cafes, Long Lines microwave stations and franchised shops sharing room with the original infrastructure of the town. Although things were peaceful in the town, discrimination against Wastelander immigrants persisted well into the 1990s.

Robert House, original ruler of the town was forced to accept he was no longer an oligarch of a corporate town, but an administrator. He was thrust into this role after an attempt to retake the town with his army of upgraded Mark II Securitrons resulted in a catastrophic loss of New Vegas’ non-human security force, and Big Three tanks, Eagles AH-1s, NCR AT launcher armed soldiers, NVPD officers and demolition explosives planted outside the Lucky 38 in a four hour standoff.

The Screaming Eagles of Alamogordo survived well into the 2000s, becoming one of the most powerful superpowers in the American Southeast, mastering heavy manufacturing, oil extraction and capable of deploying it’s feared CIA operatives and informants deep into the East Coast and it’s BOS chapter.

The Joint Chiefs of Staff that had served the Eagles well during the war eventually left office once the Eagles started holding general elections. They were actually pleased by this, since running an entire country and going on diplomatic missions is extremely demanding and gets boring really quickly. However, they would still accept going on speeches for their political parties, and held annual reunions.

General Adele Flores, former JCS of the Marines settled down on the outskirts of Alamogordo. She however refused to stay out of politics, and became a defense advisor to her successor.

General Alayah Michaels, former Army JCS wanted nothing else to do with the military and retired, settling down in Albuquerque living off of her pension. She achieved a considerable following on RUDPnet for her trampoline acrobatics, but otherwise lived a quiet life.

General Nicholas Keaton, former USAF JCS found a wife and settled down in the Strip, starting an electronics repair shop in the administrative region of Freeside, pursuing his passion of electrical engineering. He never forgot his heritage or his legacy despite all of this.

Corpsman De La Cruz ended up swallowing her pride and accepting an employment offer at the Old Mormon Hill General Hospital, a Followers led hospital constructed in 1985, during the early days of the Strip’s infrastructure rollout. Despite her unwillingness to treat wastelanders, she eventually lost her bigotry and became a renowned trauma surgeon.

The New Mexico Coalition persisted well into the 2000s, coming in second place in the Superpower rank, with their gambit against the Legion having succeeded tremendously. Although not as powerful as the Eagles, they remained a steadfast ally of them, and reaped the rewards of their mutual cooperation, remaining just as technologically advanced as the Eagles and modernizing it’s military. They established connections with the Think Tank and dedicated much of their economy to scientific research.

Cliff Hudson remained it’s defense minister until the early 90s, stepping down. He requested transfer to the ICBM silos comprising the NMC’s nuclear deterrent at Walker AFB, a steadfastly maintained relic of the Great War, it’s Minuteman missiles never having seen use thanks to the LCC staff refusing to launch the lances of fire against USSTRATCOM’s orders.

The NCR prospered well into the 21’st century as well. Their superpower status is debated (whenever they are the second or third most powerful military,) but regardless, they dedicated their economy and trade to constructing electronic equipment, their most successful invention being the first affordable PC system, bringing the West into a new information age.

The Rogues eventually repatriated into the Eagles after terrorizing the residents of the Mojave and Utah, once Big Three forces heard of the obvious war crimes and threatened to nuke Creech AFB while sieging the base.

(ONLY CANON TO FORPE: D&D)

Caesar’s Legion began disintegrating well before as Lanius’ army was forced back across the Colorado with only a minuscule fraction of the grand army remaining. Eventually, the slaver tribe was extinguished when the Big Three launched a two fronted invasion of Arizona, Utah and Denver.

The tribe devolved into civil warfare between the individual tribes that comprised the Legion after Luke AFB was destroyed by a B83 thermonuclear bomb, Caesar was killed by the NCR’s Omega SpecOps team, and the remaining loyalists were captured or killed when Denver was seized by Big Three forces.

The Boomers became like the pre-war Amish, their children slowly assimilating into civilization thanks to RUDPnet and television. Forced into using their howitzers purely for self-defense under Big Three military intervention, they were unable to stop their residents from leaving the base once their leader Pearl passed away from age.

By the turn of the millennium, the tribe had almost none of it’s original population, with much of their culture, residents and speech assimilated into the Strip. They were not completely forgotten, as many curious Strip residents ended up joining them, but the Boomers were forever changed.

Novac remained static, with Dinky and Boone/Manny doing their routine. The town resisted change, and seemed to be seeking independence, when on a calm night only a week later, a fire started in the Dino DeeLite motel. Discovered too late to be extinguished by a bucket brigade, three quarters of the city burned down. Firefighters from the Strip and Primm, and military personnel from McCarran flew in firetrucks and water, but it was too late. The town was ablaze, and although a good bit of the town was saved, dozens were dead, the Dino DeeLite motel had become a smouldering ruin, and Dinky was gutted from fire damage.

The town was rebuilt, and Dinky was turned into a memorial to the fire. The town has become mainly an industrial town, with many residents finding employment at the HELIOS ONE facility.

Some suspect foul play by the Rogues, but most believe it was a horrible accident.

And so this chapter of the Mojave drew to a close… for now. Although the fighting in the Mojave never truly ended, and blood continued to be spilled over petty dispute, the Mojave entered it’s most peaceful state thanks to the collaborative efforts of many different nations and cultures.

Given enough time, one could say that America could reappear. But even if it does miraculously, it will never be the exact same, like a work of art made from sea glass.

But the threat of the East Coast BOS still remains, and their machinations could render everything for naught. But that’s a story for another time.

They say war, war never changes. And even so, war is still brutal and traumatizing regardless of what side you’re on, whatever new technology is used to fight it, whenever you’re winning or how noble your cause is.

But the people that fight it can. There won’t be a world without war, but one can always strive for a world with less war.

[freedoms-per-eagle]

*walks through G-Man door*

What the hell is this place?! PETE!

*runs back through door which closes behind her*

I fucked up ny mac and cheese fml how do i do this so bad

[ao3feed-acotar]

A Court of Sun and Starlight

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WYtSkO

by teaseawrites

Young, mischievous and inevitably lovesick Illian, son of Feyre and Rhysand, finds himself instantly captivated by Aurelia, eldest daughter of the High Lord of Spring, when he meets her on Calanmai. But when the mating bond snaps into place and an age-old vendetta between two powerful families is tested, will peace be achieved at last—or will their union end in more bloodshed?

Inspired by Romeo and Juliet and told through the perspectives of Feysand and Tamlin's children.

Words: 3073, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of A Series of Birth and Beginnings

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Feyre Archeron, Original Feyre-Rhysand Child(ren), Rhysand (ACoTaR), Original Tamlin Child(ren) (ACoTaR), Tamlin (ACoTaR), Original Female Character(s), Aurora Morningsworn (OC), Thesan (ACoTaR), Thesan's Lover (ACoTaR), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Tamlin (ACoTaR)/Original Female Character(s), Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, Tamlin Child/Feysand Child

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, The Spring Court (ACoTaR), The Night Court, Velaris, Mates, Mating Bond, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WYtSkO

[glittergummicandypeach]

Religion News Briefs: August 26, 2020

New leaders at WaterBrook, Multnomah

WaterBrook and Multnomah are bringing in Sarah Rubio as executive editor while Bunmi Ishola has been named editor for children’s publishing. Laura Barker, v-p for the two Random House imprints, announced the moves. Rubio, who will report to Barker, moves over from Tyndale House where she had been senior editor for children’s and young adult titles. She has also written a children’s book, Far from Home: A Story of Loss, Refuge, and Hope, which was named one of Christianity Today’s Best Books of the Year. Ishola, who will report to Rubio, is a former middle-school educator who previously worked with Kidsbooks Publishing and Sourcebook Kids.

Baker Academic Commissions New Commentary Series

Jim Kinney at Baker Academic has commissioned authors for a new commentary series, the Baker Commentary on the Old Testament: Historical Books. The titles so far include: Esther by Jillian L. Ross (2027); Judges and Ruth by Michelle E. Knight and Brittany N. Melton (2029); 1 & 2 Samuel, by Lissa Wray Beal (2030), and 1 & 2 Kings, edited by David Firth. (2031). Baker Academic holds worldwide rights.

This content was originally published here.

[freedoms-per-eagle]

Sarah is angling the M60 door gun on a Huey flying from the HELIOS ONE garrison to the Mojave Outpost, with Pete’s AH-1 flying in front and a Vertibird with three more soldiers to the left, in a triangle formation.

The helicopter radio is tuned to the Coalition Forces Mojave station, which has been playing a high pass filtered California Dreaming for the fourth time since the helicopter took off. She takes a short glance at David, the SAW gunner of her fireteam, who is also sitting there.

He looks at her and she can read his expression that he’s also sick of the music too.

The pilot doesn’t care, while Ramirez and Takashi, the assistant gunner and new M79 grenadier are sleeping like the dead.

She continues looking out of the door, but sees nothing but sand, cracked roads, the occasional Eagles armored column, the infrequent artillery dugout and/or command center.

[freedoms-per-eagle]

sarah (an Eagles Sergeant, long story) being unable to keep her eyes off of them and hyperactively going up to them interacting with them and asking them questions and taking photos and stuff

I WANT YOUR FALLOUT OC!!!

Once again, im asking if anyone has a Fallout oc that they would want to attend a Furry Convention in my next comic! The only requirement is that they are not an anthropomorphic animal, so a human, ghoul, super mutant, and even robot ocs are fine but just not like, a deathclaw of nightstalker, as it wouldn't fit in my AU, sorry 😓. Also recommendations on characters in unvirse that would go are welcome! Ive got a bunch already but id love to here your thoughts!

I will, ofc, give credit for your character when im done the comic!!!

Btw if you already replied to me/reblogged ive already have your character and ill include them! 😁

[freedoms-per-eagle]

The intruder alert goes off around the base’s scrapyard as the cameras pick up something going through the scraps.

@alice-lupine

While you're rooting through meaningless scraps that aren't useful at all, a sudden and extremely direct sniper shot hits and breaks your transportalponder, causing it to malfunction and spit sparks.

And as if on cue, a team of Alamogordo police and marines pulls up in police cars and trucks, and surrounds you with what you assume are rifles with flashlights mounted to them, but the blinding glare makes it hard to discern.

[freedoms-per-eagle]

sarah would absolutely accidentally vaporize a city block fooling around with this thing