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What Radio?
Northern Cuba is picking up a weird radio channel. Some guy called Henry Douglas claims to be the host, and unknown music is playing. The older generation notices and said that this was much the same music the Americans played while they were on Cuba.

Combined with the arrival of Americans in a flying machine, it is easy to see where the radio is coming from.

Radio Internationale
The tower is rebuilt. Few difficulties, really. You just need to slam on new support beams and done.

Havana’s Metal obelisk now has a broadcast range of around 960 km, or 600 miles during the night, which is their airing time.

Twelve people who were local state radio broadcasters are drafted into the new “Radio Internationale”. A marvelous piece of engineering, Radio Internationale is the voice of the working class to all those who are still under the oppressive boot of capitalist slavery.

It tells of the achievements of the U.S.S.R, it tells common people to rise up and overthrow their lords, it tells people to fight for a better life.

But. Before any of that. A fuzzy tune rode on the AM waves, which weren’t very suited to music.

It is the Internationale, the anthem of the U.S.S.R and of the global working class. It is played lyric-less, to emphasize that the Union does not consider one language as inherently superior to another.

Retralik wrote:

“Our past memories with American Forces are... less than friendly. What tells us you are different?” Said a more level-headed member of the garrison.

The Central Committee has been informed of these Americans, and dispatched 20 soldiers with laser rifles to reinforce the garrison if need be, along with a Committeeman, Karl Lostor.

"We didn't open fire or send most of our forces here... did we?", questioned James.
"We were simply sent here to begin negotiations and to re-chart our maps."

Immaculate Incarnation, pt. 1
The Capital Wasteland, even after ten years of recovery efforts, remained a desolate and forbidding place. Winds from the Chesapeake Bay often stirred up sandstorms that could bury buildings in the mildly-radioactive sand. At least the raiders were gone, forcibly eradicated by RAR forces and the Eastern Command's contracted professional bounty hunter service. This meant that despite the harsh environment, travel was relatively safe in the Capital Wasteland.

As such, Curie felt little to no compunction about traveling alone through the wastes as she performed her research. Nobody bothered her, not even the creatures, and salvagers by now understood that she was Dr. Braun's property and not to be disturbed. Some found her inquisitiveness and optimism annoying; others found it endearing, though they thought the concept of a panacea to be pie-in-the-sky. But they humored her nevertheless, keeping her supplied with a steady diet of disease reports for her to investigate and take samples of.

Normally, Curie worked in a wing of Vault 87, where she could draw on the expertise of the bio-engineers that worked with the FEV and on Project Lupin. The access to the Enclave's global database and the help of Winchester's science teams had advanced her work tremendously, putting it several decades ahead of schedule and was even now close to completion. But the success had engendered a problem; Curie was running out of hard drive space. Her inquisitive mind drove her to record everything she came across and so was filling up her databanks quickly. She'd already had two upgrades to compensate, but it still wasn't enough. Not wanting to cut back on her learning, as had been suggested to her, she had instead come up with the idea to upload herself to the largest hard drive she could think of - the human brain.

This was why she now made her way across the desolate wasteland towards Vault 112, the erstwhile global headquarters of what remained of Vault-Tec. The home of Dr. Braun and one of the Eastern Command's (and indeed the RAR's) central science hubs, where Dr. Braun and his scientists worked on advancing the frontiers of science from where they had been when the bombs fell and threw humanity back into the medieval era. If anybody could help Curie carry out her desire, it would be Dr. Braun, and his chief assistant Bert Riggs, the robobrain engineer.

When Vault 112 had been built, it had been hidden underneath Casey's Garage so as to avoid attention in the event of the apocalypse. Vault-Tec hadn't planned on it being used as a science facility accessible to the outer world. Since the RAR had taken over, however, they had installed turrets and force fields to keep out the riff-raff and protect the personnel that entered and exited the vault on a daily basis. The guards spotted Curie coming from far off and turned off the force field to let her through - she was well-known to them. Curie thanked the guards and then proceeded down the tunnel towards the vault entrance - now permanently unsealed.

Braun's voice spoke through the Mr. Handy waiting at the door. "Curie, fraulein!" the old German said, "It is such a pleasure to see you! You do not visit often enough, ja!"

"I do apologize," Curie replied, her French accent contrasting sharply with Braun's heavy Prussian one. "My work keeps me away, I do not 'ave much time for visiting."

"Ja, ja, und your vork is very important," Braun answered. "I take it this isn't a social call, ja? Come to der Overseer's office, ve can discuss vhat's on your mind in private."

Curie made her way to the Overseer's office where Braun resided in his animation pod. It sometimes confused people on their first visits to the vault to enter the office and not find anybody inside. As such, Braun maintained a holographic projection of himself over his desk at all times, in order to decrease their confusion. The hologram pulsed when Curie entered the room. "So, Curie, vhat can I do for you?"

Curie got straight to the point. "As you know, Dr. Braun, I 'ave been working very 'ard on ze panacea to cure all of mankind's illnesses. And I am so close to finishing. But I am running out of space for my data. Soon my buffers will be overflowing with all ze wonderful information I 'ave collected since leaving Vault 81. I 'ave run some calculations and come to ze conclusion zhat there is only one thing to do - upload my information into a human brain."

"Hmm..." Braun murmured. "Is that possible? Ein human brain vouldn't know how to interpret the code that makes up your personality... Not directly, anyway, there vould need to be some sort of middleman capable of translating it..." He was silent for a minute, then his hologram flickered again. "I have called Dr. Riggs to the office, Curie. You know each other, ja? If there is someone who can help us figure this out, it is him."

Curie waited patiently for ten minutes as Bert Riggs, robobrain and expert on cybernetics, rolled his way up towards the Overseer's office. The robotics engineer entered the room slightly annoyed, having been in the middle of "dinner" with his wife. "What is so urgent, Stan, that it couldn't have waited until after dinner?" he asked before noticing Curie. "Oh, hi Curie! Nice to see you. Wait a minute... you're not trying to get me roped into a biological experiment, are you?"

"Nein, Bert, that is not vhy you are here. Curie is running out of data space, er, again. She und I have come to the conclusion that the only vay to efficiently grant her access to more data space is to upload her to a human brain. Do you think it's possible?"

"W-w-well I, I mean I suppose I - I've never heard of such a thing before," Riggs stammered, retreating into his nerdy scientist shell. "That sounds like something Big Mountain would do. I remember working with them on the cyberdog project and... Well I guess it could be done, but it's not straightforward... the brain wouldn't handle the personality code..."

"Ja, but vhat if we translated it?" Braun interjected. "A device to translate der personality into synapses und neural bridges."

"I guess that might work..." Riggs replied, "That's what cybernetic devices do all the time... personality's trickier than commands, though, we'd... umm... Hmm, if we reworked the personality inhibitor..."

"Ja, that vould probably be a good start," Braun agreed. "Now, vhat brain vould ve upload her to?"

"Oh, well, we should still have a storage of brains in the facility in the Commonwealth," Riggs answered. "Simple enough to hook the equipment up to a robobrain."

"Hmm... but vhat if ve vent a step further?" Braun mused. "Vhat if we uploaded her into a human body? Vhat if... ve uploaded her to ein brain und then, put the brain into a new host?"

"That's... t-that sounds a bit crazy," Riggs responded.

"NEIN! It's brilliant!" Braun declared.

"But where would we find a brainless host?"

"Feral ghouls," Braun replied. "I am serious, Bert. Ve use der serum that they developed to cure the sane ghouls on ein feral. The serum cannot repair brain damage, so they will still be brain-dead after restoration. We scoop out what's left of his cranial matter, und replace it with Curie's uploaded brain."

"D-d-do you really think that would work?" Riggs queried. "You know the nervous system is... pickier about transplants than the rest of the body."

"That is something ve vill need to figure out," Braun replied. "But have no fear, Fraulein," he said to Curie, "I have been inspired, und vhen I am inspired, I do not stop until I have succeeded."

Retralik wrote:

“What do you think the exchange rate between tobacco/sugar products and coal should be?
Cuban Cigars is still some of the best in the world, perhaps not up to pre-war standards, but for the wasteland...
We think a box of cigars should be worth about 40-50 Caps, while sugar is less.”

"we simply don't have much need for cigars, we'll still but them but not for that much. sugar however we are willing to buy in bulk."

Tyvinter wrote:

"We didn't open fire or send most of our forces here... did we?", questioned James.
"We were simply sent here to begin negotiations and to re-chart our maps."

Retralik
"let's calm down now. we need not fight over long lost conflict"

Tyvinter wrote:

"We didn't open fire or send most of our forces here... did we?", questioned James.
"We were simply sent here to begin negotiations and to re-chart our maps."

“Can’t take any chances.”
“Well, do whatever you’re sent here to. Do anything hostile though and we’ll fire.”
The 20 Laser Rifle Troopers have arrived and now reinforce the garrison.

New-order wrote:

"we simply don't have much need for cigars, we'll still but them but not for that much. sugar however we are willing to buy in bulk."

“Perfect.
So Sugar should be about 24 Caps per pound, or 15 per kilo.

How much do you want? We probably have amassed a few hundred tonnes over the years.“

Retralik wrote:

“Can’t take any chances.”
“Well, do whatever you’re sent here to. Do anything hostile though and we’ll fire.”
The 20 Laser Rifle Troopers have arrived and now reinforce the garrison.

“Perfect.
So Sugar should be about 24 Caps per pound, or 15 per kilo.

How much do you want? We probably have amassed a few hundred tonnes over the years.“

"We are three men, outnumbered and most of all our weapons are not trained on anyone. I only see one group here being hostile.", James would say continuing to look around.
"I can't do my job unless you take me to your leader or leaders. If these can't be met then we'll be on our way."

Savannite union wrote:

Kirkland nodded, though as soon as he heard the word communist he raised an eyebrow.

"Hm? Interesting... I see." to be honest he didn't have much to say on the matter, he thought most in the wasteland would've learned the cost of communism after seeing the world as it was after the great war but apparently some have not.

As Bloom asked about the Mutants, Kirkland sat back in his chair.

"Mostly Super Mutants. Unsure of really where they came from though. Occasionally we found Ghouls here and there, most of them seemed rather.... feral... though some did display high levels of intellect. Truly is interesting how radiation can affect the human mind is it not?"

"A ghoul is a ghoul.", Bloom would state then clear his throat.
"Trust me... you don't want to know where the  Super Mutants come from and its not from simple mutations brought on my radiation. Anyways I'm willing to send a fireteam out here to assist with any anti-mutie operations. Top of the line power armour and gatling lasers, I'm sure they'd be a welcome addition. General Roth also wants to place an amplifier for Enclave Radio here in Savanna if you'll allow it. Its just music, news, talking and what not. We're also hoping once our long range communications are set up we can get news from the other Commands and report on it out here."

Tyvinter wrote:

"We are three men, outnumbered and most of all our weapons are not trained on anyone. I only see one group here being hostile.", James would say continuing to look around.
"I can't do my job unless you take me to your leader or leaders. If these can't be met then we'll be on our way."

”Says the side that has a flying machine...” whispers one of them.
“Er... yeah, follow these dudes.” He then signals the laser rifle people.

The Boogeyman in Red ½

With orders to eliminate the ghouls given, two companies were sent out to find the group. The settlers in Haven have always known where they were, but were never able to force them out of Middletown thanks to the residence. Moving down the Wilbur Cross Parkway the confederate force chose the fastest route to Middletown. This chose to be a poor choice as the road was revealed to be mined to hell and back, forcing the expedition to take the longer route through the roads and woods.

When they arrived, middletown was as silent as a grave. Long abandoned the town has no population except for ghouls both feral and intelligent. Leading to the two companies to be forced to take a slow crawl into the town as traps were on every street corner. While the captain in charge was confident they outnumbered the enemy, the sheer number of ferals and defences caused the force to be trapped outside of the city. And while the dogs helped defend against nighttime raids, there was still the issue of snipers to contend with.

The ending result was a constant back and forth between confederate forces and the nicknamed “reds” within the town. When a confederate platoon pushed into the town, the reds would push them out, only to retreat back into town when they came across the larger company behind them.

The Boogeyman in Red 2/2

With the original plan for the operation to take only a few days, it has dragged out to over a week thanks to the tenacity of the defenders. The constant back and forth has taken its toll on the troops assigned to the attack as more and more of them continue to be injured or killed. So the staff was gathered and hashed out a plan to finally clear the town. After hours of bickering the Commissar of one company came up with the most destructive plan yet.

The plan that was made up was to simply burn the whole town to the ground. Ordering the collection of any flammable material, crude incendiary devices were crafted to be set off in the town during the next push. In the next morning five attacks went underway to maximize the chance of the bombs working through the town. The attack started three fires within the town which grew to engulf the suburbs and town center. Ghouls ran wild in the town as they were caught in the flame and smoke. The fire burned through the night while troops surrounded the town to cut off any remnants from escaping during the night. The next morning showed the town completely destroyed. The burnt out husk of the town was searched for anything, but nothing was found. Either having been burnt to the ground or trapped under the new ruins that stood.

114 soldiers lost, Middletown destroyed

New franken wrote:

Family Fued: Part 3
When the Scottsdale representatives met with Reich officials they explained their circumstances and the history between them and the Petersons. Reich officials agreed to send a platoon of Reichtroopers to the town of just 325 to help protect it.
A week later when the food the Petersons stole ran out they came back. They were surprised and quite intimidated at the presence of the troopers, leaving without incident. The next day they came back and this time the troopers met them outside the town. They were waiting and sprang an ambush. While the Reichtroopers were surprised by their level of weaponry they regrouped behind cover and eventually drove them off. The machine gun and rocket launchers did a number on the trooper's armor but all but one man survived the encounter. The platoon leader radioed Lansing requesting a heavy weapons support platoon in case the Petersons had more devastating weapons, to which they granted the request. The Scottsdale village council inform the platoon leader they had no idea the Petersons had such weapons and the news began to spread causing some panic.
When Governor Milopol heard the report of the skirmish he insisted a diplomatic envoy be sent to the Petersons to try and quell hostilities.

Family Fued: Part 4
The envoy left St. John's led by a Scottsdale guide. As they traveled they talked.
Diplomat: "Why do the Petersons hate your clan so much?"
Guide: "They think we stole their family heirloom, a symbol for their family. Their family crest is white and gold with an axe as its symbol. "
Diplomat: "Any idea what happened to it?"
Guide: "It was where it always had been, above the fireplace in the Peterson great hall. Then one morning it was gone."
The envoy, escorted by a platoon of Reichtroopers, were deverted from their course by a late season rad storm. They were forced to head west to avoid it. As they went around they stumbled on a small deathclaw nest in a small town called Pompeii. The deathclaws attacked the envoy but the Reichtroopers fought them off and they quickly hurried through town. A bright glint down an old ally caught the guide's eye.
Guide: "Wait what was that?"
He ushered them down the ally and he digest through the piles up trash and debris. When he got to it he couldn't believe it. He pulled it out and held it high.
Guide: "It's the Peterson Golden Axe! How can this be?"
Diplomat: "That's probably why."
He pointed down to the skeleton poking out through the rubble. The guide dug to expose it more. Reaching down and finding a family crest on the man's overcoat.
Guide: "Oh my this is Nathaniel Green, he went missing a few weeks after the axe was stolen."
Diplomat: "Guess we know what happened to him."
Guide: "The Green family sided with the Petersons in the separation. The Green family died out a few years ago, from what I heard. We should take this and go before more deathclaws show up. If you give this to the Petersons it could end hostility between us."
The envoy continued north.

Retralik wrote:

“Can’t take any chances.”
“Well, do whatever you’re sent here to. Do anything hostile though and we’ll fire.”
The 20 Laser Rifle Troopers have arrived and now reinforce the garrison.
“Perfect.
So Sugar should be about 24 Caps per pound, or 15 per kilo.

How much do you want? We probably have amassed a few hundred tonnes over the years.“

"This is good, we are willing to buy at these rates, and we'd like to begin shipments back home, along with sending goods here for sale as well."

All About the Ratings, pt. 1
Robobrains wandering the Capital Wasteland was, by this point, a rather common sight. The various robobrains that had been rescued from Vault 118 on the Island were often bored, and wandered the wasteland looking for, depending on the robobrain, "inspiration", "the next sucker", etc.

Keith McKinney and Gilda Broscoe were poking around in the Chevy Chase district, having wandered a significant distance from Tenpenny Tower. The pair were bored, having finally come to terms with the fact that there was no Hollywood in this new world they lived in and wouldn't be making a movie any time soon. Especially not since they were broke, living on a pension generously afforded to them by General Winchester. The pension supplied their needs, allowed them to live in comfort, but didn't leave much extra for extravagant movie projects.

"Did you hear Dr. Braun is sponsoring a project to put a brain into a ghoul's body?" Keith remarked as they rolled down the cracked pavement. RAR engineers had long ago scooped out the rubble from the roads, allowing easy access to the area and reducing the need for caravans and couriers to run through the tunnels (which even after 40 years were still infested with feral ghouls).

"Yes, I had heard," Gilda replied. "I can't imagine why, who would want to be transplanted into a nasty old ghoul's body?"

"Well it won't be one of those half-starved cretins we see in the subway," Keith retorted, "It'll be a... oh what did Bert call it... Reversed Ghoul? You know, one of those cured ones."

"Oh, well I suppose that's better," Gilda remarked. "Amazing what modern medicine can achieve these days. Oh! Keith darling, what's this place?"

The robobrains had wandered into GNN Plaza, the building casting a long shadow over the pavement in the late afternoon sun. The area was in better shape than most of Chevy Chase; RAR engineers had cleaned up the gore and rubble from the plaza's previous supermutant tenants. The area had been considered for use as a central communications hub, but the subsequent capture of Fort Detrick and later Fort Meade had rendered it redundant, and the facility had been locked up and abandoned.

"Why, I do believe this is the old broadcast station," Keith replied, looking up at the building. "The Chinese seem to have done a number on it, though it's not as bad as the rest of the neighborhood."

"Broadcast station? Like television?" Her voice sounded oddly giddy, and Keith turned to glance at his partner. "Gilda..."

"Oh, Keith, don't you see the opportunity? This is our big break! Our chance to bring culture and sophistication back to these... these wastelands!" the former actress exclaimed. "We can set up a new television station! We'll put on original programming the likes of which America hasn't seen in a century! I can already see it now... Keith McKinney and Gilda Broscoe, starring in their latest TV serial, the... the... um... well I'll come up with a name eventually!"

"Gilda, have you forgotten about our... financial situation?" Keith remonstrated. "We barely have enough to eat as it is."

"Oh, Keith, you're so shortsighted!" Gilda replied, rolling towards the steps of the building. "The building's abandoned! We don't have to spend a dollar on buying the property! All we have to do is get the cameras set up and start broadcasting to the world, then the companies will flock to us to pay for advertising! In no time at all we'll be back in the dough."

"I'm not sure it's that easy..."

"Of course it will be," Gilda said. "We'll get Bert to handle the engineering. Oh, Keith, I have so many ideas... You know, I think I was born to be a director... No, no, a producer!" Her voice trailed off as she rolled away from the station towards Tenpenny Tower, Keith in hot pursuit.

The Battle with Atom ⅓

With the threat from Middletown dealt with, the army could focus its efforts in new london. Within the ruins of Connecticut College the Children of Atom have built a bastion to their faith. With walls built around the campus it has become well defended against direct assaults, along with an irradiated pit in the center hurting anyone inside of the central campus. Their scattered outposts along the connecticut river warning them of any incoming force allows them to prepare any defences they need as well.

The first step was to secure a crossing over the Connecticut river, which blocked the army from making a straight forward march. With the 2 companies at Middletown able to cross over, the main force leaving Haven marched towards the Baldwyn Bridge to cross. However the bridge had been managed by a small camp of children in Old Lyme. While quickly dealt with by the more numerous confederacy they were still successful in alerting New London of their assault.

While the main force moved down the Connecticut turnpike, the secondary force moved to destroy the children's camps spread through the countryside. Burning a path straight towards new london they forced any group they came upon into fights they couldn't win. They eventually met up and merged with the main force near Waterford. Pushing into the ruins of New london the confederates set up a camp in Fort Trumbull. Preparing the force to fight the children through the ruins of New London.

5 companies and a squad making 972 men arrive in Fort Trumbull, opposed by 1023 children of atom in Connecticut College and New London

New-order wrote:

"This is good, we are willing to buy at these rates, and we'd like to begin shipments back home, along with sending goods here for sale as well."

(Actually a pound is only about half a kilo, my bad. So a kilo of sugar is about 50 caps)
”Well, how does 300 tonnes a year sound?
By Default, it’ll be exchanged for coal.
3 Tonnes of sugar for 2 tonnes of coal.

Obviously we don’t carry 300 tonnes right here with us, but we can go back and pick it up if you wait a week.”

Madison has seen better days

The master swung around in the leather seat behind his desk as it gave a groan and creak. Facing his desk he rolled his eyes at the amount of paperwork that was resting there and sighed. So much paperwork. So much beauracry. What happened to the good old days? The days where having large guns and more manpower meant you were in charge. There was no paperwork. No requests for aid. No pleas for mercy. It was all imperial matter now. Taxes to collect, Resupply approvals. Absolutely boring. It had been far too long since he was able to pick up a gun and shoot without thinking of the consequences. Well the time of beaurcratic nightmares was coming to a close the Fallen Angel empire would once again reawaken and claim what was theirs through sheer might and the Master had been craving for the city of Madison, Wisconsin. What was once the capital of the old world state of Wisconsin was by all accounts still very active. Scouts from Milwaukee had been sending reports in about the city for the past few months and it would seem an at least somewhat democratic faction had made the city their home. The people enjoyed luxuries such as Voting, Home Cooked meals and ample job opportunities where they could make a decent cap wage and spend it however they chose at the city's many shops and locations. It all seemed too old world to the Master. The exact mentality that caused the world to be ingnited in Nuclear fire but the Master would show them the Errors of their Logic. The Flaws they enjoyed so well...

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in the City of Madison. Church had let out hours ago and families cruised along the streets as they made their way home or to the store to buy some scavenged Nuka-Cola and freshly made bread. It was like most afternoons in the peaceful city though that would change rather quickly for the unknowing population.

On Main Street a small child ran ahead of her mother and father who were holding hands as they walked home. They passed by some peace officers who nodded and said hello before continuing with their patrol down the road. The little girl was excited as today was the day when her father promised her he would be done repairing the Giddy up buttercup that they found in an old Antique store. As she was frolicking ahead she spotted a bottle cap in the street and bent down to pick it up when the Loud blast struck. In the distance she could see a Small mushroom cloud Forming over what was once the Madison City hall. Debris flew about and a wave of dust flew towards them. The streets became alive with the sound of gunfire.

"Direct hit Ma'am!" The Fallen Angel soldier lowered his binoculars as he relayed the news to his commander.
"Excellent! We must push quickly and with as much force as possible! Let us not allow our enemies time to regroup!" Violet shouted the orders over the radio as she watched Fallen Angel infantry Storm the city from her vantage point. Gunfire and Explosions filled the air. A distinct smell made her smile.
"I want our armored divisions to pound the city center with no mercy! Do not allow them a fall back point!"
The Soldier acknowledged the Order and jumped on the radio to relay the message.

Thomas marched with his fellow Fallen angels gripping his R91 assault rifle tightly and firing at any target which resisted. His squad had been tasked with clearing out a stretch of 41st street and Sudbuing any hostiles that may be present. To be honest it was the first time Thomas had never seen this kind of Action and it was nerve wracking. Up ahead he could hear a fellow soldier shouting at a Family that had stepped outside to see the Commotion.
"STAY INDOORS, DO NOT RESIST AND YOU WILL BE OKAY!"
Keeping his attention on the Uncooperative family he failed to notice as Madison Peace Officers began firing on the Squad from further down the street.
"Take Cover! Get out of the Street!" The Squads leader shouted as the soldiers scattered for cover all except for Thomas who was frozen in Fear.
"GET OUT OF THE STREET NOW!!" The shouts finally brought him back to reality as he Jumped out of the street and behind cover and just in time. From behind where the Squad was just moments ago a Sherman Tank opened fire on the group of Madison Peace Officers the Machine gun making quick work of them.
"Regroup! Follow the Tank and give it support!"

Carlson Boulevard had seen a large amount of fighting. Perhaps more so than the rest of the city simply because the Peace officers HQ was located there. Most of the City's citizens did not have firearms though the Peace Officers did and they were well equipped. This along with the fact that they had taken up defensive positions and dug in rather quickly made the act of removing them difficult..But not impossible and leadership had an idea of how to do just that.
Mere minutes after the request went out two IFV's rolled up their backs opening and letting out four Soldiers clad in T45f power armor all four of them wielding Miniguns. Taking positions along the IFV's they began firing at the dug in Officers along with the help of the IFV's built in Guns. Making quick work of the Defensive fighters.

"Victory is soon upon us Ma'am! Reports are rolling in from all across the city of whole blocks being cleared out and taken by our troops." Violet looked up from her map and smiled as she lit a cigarette taking a drag.
"Excellent. I had no doubt that success would be the outcome. Madison while they may have grown much from the first days of atomic fire they still could not hope to match the Might of the Empire." Taking another longer drag she slowly let the smoke billow from her mouth before continuing.
"Send out the offer now. Surrender and be granted safety. Resist and be exterminated."
The soldier gave a nod.
"Right away Ma'am!"

Throughout the chaotic and war torn Madison a voice echoed over the many radio's throughout the Urban landscape.
"Good People of Madison, The Empire wishes you no further harm. Surrender and we will grant you safety and prosperity far beyond that which you think you know! Continue this resistance and more harm will come than necessary for both of our people! A great future awaits you in the Empire. A future where we can build a stronger and more stable world!"
The transmission continued in a loop. Within the next hour the people of Madison accepted their fate and peacefully surrendered and accepted integration into the Fallen Angel Empire. Another Great victory though the first of many to come as the Imperial War Machine came back to life!
(FA KIA: 345, Pop Gain: 3,000)

Distance makes the heart grow fonder

"Can i have this dance?" The man asking the question extended his hand out towards violet and smiled at her his greenish eyes staring into her soul though not in a creepy way rather a way most intimate.
Taking his hand the duo made their way to the Dance floor as the sounds of Live music filled the air. Moving her closer they began to sway as the man locked eyes with her once again and smiled.
"I have heard things about you. They say you are a butcher. A shrewd Tactician whose heart beats only to the sound of imperial war drums."
He spun her around gently.
"Have you now? Who would say these things?"
Violet grinned as the two continued to dance their eyes never straying.
"Rumors. Nothing more. I am a man who must see these things to believe them and all I see before me is perfection."
He winked at her and spun her once again.
"Perfection? That is a strong word. You must be careful with what you say. You may get more than you bargained for."
She winked back as they two leaned forward their lips kissing in a moment of passion.
"I assume you will be leaving back to the Imperial Capital soon? Surely the Master could find better uses for your talent than here in this sleepy city."
The Music Stopped though the two remained pressed against eachother.
"Why will you miss me when I leave? Why don't you come back to the Capital with me?"
The man frowned for a moment and shook his head.
"You know I cannot do that. My orders keep me here in the Northern Province. I am looking at weeks or perhaps months before I can transfer. The Grapevine is alive with rumors of soon to come campaigns."
Violet in turn frowned at the Comment.
"Do you ever miss the simpler days? Where i was under your lead and every battle saw both our hearts conjoined in the Battle Lust?"
The man nodded as the Music came to a stop and the two made their way to the bar for a drink.
"Of course. Those were simpler times. My heart didn't ache when you left but I am proud of the commander you have become. You will do great things for the Empire."
The Barkeep handed them their drinks and they each sipped slowly savoring the moment.
"I suppose you are right. I just long for the days to come when we can once again be united though this time without Schedule."
The man smiled and kissed her gently.
"As do I my love. As do I."

The battle with Atom ⅔

With camp set and the army prepared, the confederate force began their assault to push the children out from new london. Fighting had already begun along Bank street when the confederates arrived, with many of the unarmored children taking cover behind burnt out cars. As the confederate forces pushed through the street they came across the numerous barricades and groups attempting to stop their advance. However thanks to the lack of armor amongst the children of atom they were able to be quickly put down before they could do much damage.

Though the confederates were able to force their way to the I-95 quickly, they were slowed thanks to the numerous hold-outs spread through the town. Forcing a door to door search of every house for any stranglers left in the town. The strongest being in the New london Police Department, where a group of 30 children defended for three days until they were flushed out by the squad of Juggernauts.

The weapons of the children have taken their toll against the army as well. While the guards were protected against the pistols and old rifles that the children have armed themselves with, their radiation weapons have caused their own damage. Radiation poisoning has become a real issue with rad-away becoming scarce after four days of the battle. Forcing commanders to assign men on scavenging missions to gain more from local clinics and hospitals.

Confederate losses: 132, Children: 357

Tensions rising in the Eastern provinces

The news of this growing Federation just outside the Empire's doors could no longer be ignored. Scouts in Lafayette, Indiana have sent multiple reports back stating that this so called "Federation" has aggressively been expanding their influence lately and with Lafayette being the Eastern most province the master would not take a chance of this entity attacking with little Breathing room. It was time to expand the Empire's eastern Provinces drastically before the Federation had a chance to swoop in and swallow up the land. It was imperative and the Target in question would be the city of Terra Haute which rested alongside the Illinois border. Owning such a city would prove vital to not just strengthening the Eastern Provinces but blocking access into the Heartland.
With such a mission being Critical the Master was willing to place whatever resources towards this conquest that was needed. Below are the Resources granted for this Conquest:
*5,000 Soldiers
*40 75mm Artillery Pieces
*50 Suits of T-45f Power Armor
*2 Sherman Tanks
*1 F4 Phantom

As Dusk began to set in the Imperial Forces readied themselves for the coming conflict. To catch the sleeping City off guard and to help break morale an Initial round of Artillery fire would be used. At the orders of Commander Valuquis twenty of the Fourty Artillery pieces were fired at the City. Hitting Buildings, Roads and Infrastructure with loud booms. Immediately following this Volley the Soldiers were ordered to charge the City in three locations. Head on from the FOB, From the East and from the West. The Sherman Tanks would help support the head on attack as that would likely be where the Majority of Hostiles would be Located.
As the Forces charged the City they were met with resistance in the form of the Local Militia as well as Citizens who had taken up arms to defend their home. Luckily the "Arms" they had taken up were nothing Serious the heaviest hitting being Combat rifles though those were even rare.
The head on Assault would see the Majority of Resistance on 32nd Street as the Imperial Forces slowly pushed the Defenders back.
Calculated Tank Fire and the Occasional run from the Phantom helped accelerate this process and the 32nd street defenders would soon find themselves pushed so far back that 32nd street was lost completely. Unknown to this pushed back defenders the flanks from the west and east would soon be upon them and before long they now face a three way attack.
Superior firepower, Artillery and Tanks proved too much for the Local Militia and their last stand was cut short as their Bodies filled with Bullets and their limbs detached from Explosions.
With the Local Militia out of the way the rest of the City was easy Pickings. Most of the Citizens who joined arms with the Militia quickly learned the error of their ways and Surrendered when the Militia fell and the rest who didn't even stand to defend their Home would not do so now that they saw it was a losing battle. Within two hours the City of Terra Haute had an Imperial Flag Flying above it. The Second Eastern Province of the Empire.
(FA KIA: 210, Pop Gain: 3,500)

Research
Prince Magistrate Catherine Riddleshaw tapped a finger against the wood of her desk and rhetorically asked, "Not much of a navy, yes?". Colonel William H. Harrison stoically weathered it and calmly responded, "It is a start, my Prince. Palmer started out with a mere training plane, did he not.". Catherine hummed noncommittally, before nodding once and stating, "See it done, Colonel. A weak navy is better than none at all against the Reich. Just remember that the Air Patrol is of higher priority. Why, Palmer has put forward a transport model of our new bomber. I am sure you can grasp the utility of such a thing. Our expansion is limited until we can transport our men across the lake and this idea of yours will be a start."

The Battle with Atom 3/3

With the town of New London cleared of children, the final push towards Connecticut college began with the confederate crossing the I-95 into the college. Overrunning the first defence at the New London Armory before the children could prepare themselves. As the confederate troops moved further into the college, the children began evacuating the settlement, abandoning the college due to the lack of combatants left for them to field.

With the settlement running, the remaining children fought on to cover the retreat from the town towards Norwich to the north. With them making a final stand at Uncansville hoping to delay the confederates until their evacuation ended. While they were able to delay the main force a company was able to move around the battle and harass the retreating children until they were chased from Norwich into the local forests.

With the children ousted from New London, the confederate army decided to permanently take the area under there control. Establishing a camp in the Connecticut National Guard camp in Norwich. The army also rescued the kidnaped settlers the children had prisoner.

Confederate losses: 94,( 226 total) New London Captured, 931 pop gained