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The radio continued to buzz with activity as the teams advanced toward their targets, the tension in the air growing with each passing minute. Sico knew that the next few hours would be critical, but he also knew that they were ready. They had trained for this, planned for this, and now it was time to execute.
The command center was quiet save for the soft hum of electronics and the occasional crackle from the radio. Sico sat at the central console, his eyes fixed on the map where the markers representing his teams moved steadily toward their targets. The stillness was deceptive; he could feel the tension building in the air, the weight of anticipation pressing down on everyone in the room.
Then, the first report crackled through the radio, breaking the silence.
"North team to command, we've reached the outskirts of the Raider camp," Robert's voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of urgency. "We're seeing movement—looks like they've got sentries posted. We're holding position, waiting for your go-ahead."
Sico leaned forward, his gaze narrowing as he studied the map. The markers representing Robert's team were close to the camp's perimeter, poised for the assault. He knew that speed and surprise were their greatest assets in this fight. The Raiders, notorious for their brutality and disorganization, wouldn't stand a chance if Robert's team could strike before they had time to mount a defense.
"Proceed with the plan, Robert," Sico ordered, his voice calm and authoritative. "Take out the sentries first. Make sure they don't get a chance to alert the others. We need to hit them hard and fast."
"Understood, General. We're moving in," Robert replied. The transmission ended, and Sico could almost hear the silence that followed, the moments before all hell would break loose.
Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. Sico's mind raced through the possibilities, but he knew better than to let doubt take hold. He had faith in Robert and his team—they were some of the best soldiers the Minutemen had to offer.
Finally, the radio crackled again. "Sentries are down," Robert reported, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "We're moving into the camp. No sign of heavy resistance yet, but we're staying alert."
Sico exhaled slowly, allowing himself a brief moment of relief. The operation was off to a good start, but it was far from over.
As the minutes passed, more reports began to filter in.
"East team to command," MacCready's voice came through next. "Snipers are in position. We've got eyes on the factory—Super Mutants are patrolling the perimeter, but they haven't spotted us yet. We're ready to take the first shot on your command."
Sico's eyes flicked to the markers on the map, showing MacCready's snipers in position on the high ground overlooking the factory. The Super Mutant stronghold was heavily fortified, with makeshift barricades and guard towers constructed from scrap metal and debris. The creatures themselves were formidable, with their massive size and brutal strength, but Sico knew that they were vulnerable to precision strikes.
"Take the shot," Sico ordered, his voice firm. "Focus on the sentries first, then start picking off the others. Once they're in disarray, move in with the main force. Keep your distance and use cover to your advantage."
"Roger that, General. Snipers, you're clear to engage," MacCready relayed the order, and Sico could almost hear the muffled pops of sniper rifles firing in unison.
There was a pause, and then MacCready's voice came back, tinged with satisfaction. "Two sentries down. They're starting to panic—looks like they're trying to figure out where the shots are coming from. We're going to keep picking them off."
Sico allowed himself a small smile. The plan was working—slowly but surely, the Super Mutants were being whittled down. But he knew better than to underestimate them. The real challenge would come when MacCready's team had to move in and face the mutants in close quarters.
As the reports from the east continued to come in, the radio crackled again, this time with Mel's voice from the southern front.
"South team to command," Mel sounded tense but controlled. "We've reached the overpass. Ghouls are starting to congregate near the highway. Our scouts report at least thirty of them, maybe more. We're setting up the traps now."
Sico's eyes shifted to the southern edge of the map, where Mel's team was positioned along the old highway. The markers representing the Feral Ghouls were clustered nearby, a dangerous mass of mindless hunger and fury. The Ghouls were unpredictable, driven by a relentless instinct to attack anything that moved. Mel's team would have to be careful—they couldn't afford to be overwhelmed.
"Hold your position and wait for them to get close," Sico instructed. "Once they're within range, trigger the traps and start picking them off from the overpass. Keep your distance and don't let them swarm you."
"Understood, General. We'll lure them in and take them out," Mel replied, and Sico could hear the determination in his voice.
The minutes dragged on as Sico monitored the progress of each team, his mind racing through the possible outcomes. He could hear the faint sounds of gunfire and explosions filtering through the radio—signs that the battle was intensifying. But there were no signs of panic, no frantic calls for reinforcements. His teams were holding their own.
"North team to command," Robert's voice broke through the tension. "We're inside the Raider camp. They were caught off guard—most of them didn't even have time to reach their weapons. We've taken out a dozen already, but we're seeing some movement in the main building. They might be trying to regroup."
Sico's mind worked quickly. The Raiders were notorious for their chaotic tactics, but that didn't mean they couldn't be dangerous when cornered. If they were trying to regroup, it meant they were planning a counterattack.
"Don't give them the chance," Sico ordered. "Push forward and hit them while they're disorganized. Take out any leaders you find—without them, the rest will fall apart."
"On it, General. We'll flush them out," Robert replied, and the transmission ended with a burst of static.
As the operation in the north continued, Sico's attention shifted to the east, where MacCready's team was making progress against the Super Mutants.
"East team to command," MacCready's voice was calm, but there was a sense of urgency underlying his words. "We've taken out most of their sentries. The rest of them are holed up inside the factory. They've fortified the entrances, but we've got a clear line of sight on the main door. We're going to breach it and move in."
Sico's eyes flicked to the map, where the markers indicated the positions of the remaining Super Mutants inside the factory. The building was a fortress, and any attempt to breach it would be dangerous. But Sico knew that MacCready's team was prepared—they had trained for this exact scenario.
"Be cautious, MacCready," Sico advised. "Use your snipers to cover the breach team, and make sure you've got plenty of firepower ready. Those mutants won't go down easy, especially not in close quarters."
"We're ready for them, General," MacCready replied, his voice steady. "We'll breach and clear the building, one room at a time. They won't know what hit them."
As the east team prepared for their assault, the radio crackled with a new transmission—this time from the south.
"South team to command," Mel's voice came through, a mix of tension and resolve. "The Ghouls are moving in. We've triggered the traps—took out about a dozen of them, but there's still more coming. We're holding the high ground, picking them off as they approach, but they're relentless."
Sico's eyes narrowed as he studied the southern edge of the map. The markers representing the Feral Ghouls were swarming around the highway, drawn by the noise and the scent of blood. Mel's team was holding their position, but the Ghouls were relentless, and Sico knew that any slip-up could be disastrous.
"Keep your distance and don't let them close in," Sico ordered, his voice firm. "If they start to overrun your position, fall back to the secondary line and keep firing. We can't afford to let them reach the Plaza."
"We'll hold them off, General," Mel replied, the determination in his voice unmistakable. "We've got plenty of ammo and a clear line of sight. They won't get past us."
The radio fell silent once more, leaving Sico alone with his thoughts as he watched the markers on the map shift and move. The operations were in full swing, and the tension in the command center was palpable. Each team was facing its own challenges, but Sico had faith in his people—they were trained, disciplined, and committed to the cause.
The next few hours would be critical, but he knew they were ready for whatever came their way.
The command center had fallen into a tense quiet, with only the rhythmic hum of the electronics and the occasional murmur from the operators filling the space. Sico's eyes remained fixed on the map, tracking the movements of his teams as they neared the final stages of the operation. The air was thick with anticipation, each second dragging on as they waited for confirmation.
Finally, the radio crackled to life. The first voice to break the silence was Robert's.
"North team to command," Robert's voice was laced with exhaustion, but there was an unmistakable note of triumph beneath it. "The Raider camp is clear. We've secured the area and neutralized the remaining hostiles. No major casualties on our side, just a few scrapes and bruises. The camp's ours, General."
Sico exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Good work, Robert. Set up a perimeter and keep an eye out for any stragglers. We'll debrief once all teams are back."
"Copy that, General. North team out."
As Robert signed off, Sico's attention shifted to the east, where the factory had been the site of fierce fighting. Almost on cue, MacCready's voice came through the radio, calm but tinged with the adrenaline of recent combat.
"East team to command. The factory is secure. We took some heavy resistance near the main entrance, but we managed to push through. Most of the Super Mutants are down, and the few that remain are either captured or have retreated into the deeper levels of the structure. We're sweeping the area now to make sure there are no surprises."
Sico nodded, though MacCready couldn't see him. "Well done, MacCready. Make sure the area is fully secured. If there's any sign of a counterattack, I want to know about it immediately."
"Roger that, General. We'll keep you posted. East team out."
As MacCready's transmission ended, Sico turned his gaze to the southern edge of the map. Mel's team had faced a relentless wave of Feral Ghouls, and Sico knew that the battle there had been particularly grueling. His concerns were laid to rest when Mel's voice came over the radio, sounding tired but resolute.
"South team to command," Mel reported, his voice carrying the weight of the battle they had fought. "The Ghouls are down. We took out the last of them a few minutes ago. We lost a few traps, but we held our position. The highway's clear, and we're moving in to make sure there are no more surprises lurking around."
Sico felt a surge of relief. The Ghouls had been a significant threat, and their elimination meant the southern approach to Minutemen Plaza was now secure. "Excellent work, Mel. Get your men some rest, but stay vigilant. We don't want any more surprises."
"Understood, General. We'll keep an eye out. South team out."
As Mel's voice faded, the command center remained silent for a moment longer. Then, Sico stood, stretching his muscles, stiff from hours of tension. The battle had been long and hard-fought, but they had achieved their objective: the area surrounding Minutemen Plaza was now free of hostiles.
He turned to the operators in the room, their eyes on him, waiting for his next move. "Get the medics ready to receive our teams when they return. We'll begin the debriefing as soon as everyone's back."
The operators nodded, immediately setting to work. Sico moved to the large windows overlooking the Plaza, where the setting sun cast long shadows across the landscape. The Minutemen had come a long way since their early days, and this victory was another step toward securing their future.
But he knew better than to let his guard down. The wasteland was still full of dangers, and the fight to protect their home was far from over. For now, though, they had won a significant battle, and that was something worth taking a moment to appreciate.
Sico allowed himself a brief smile. The Minutemen were stronger than ever, and as long as they continued to stand together, there was no challenge they couldn't overcome.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint
• Active Quest: -