If you want to read 20 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check out my Patreon!!!
Go to https://www.patreon.com/Tang12
___________________________
Taking one last deep breath, Sico turned away from the battlefield and headed back into the Castle. There was still much to do, but for now, they had won. And that was enough.
Sico climbed the narrow staircase that led to the roof of the Castle, his boots echoing against the worn stone steps. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the responsibility that came with leading the Minutemen. The day's battle had been won, but the war was far from over. He knew his people needed something more than orders now. They needed hope.
As he reached the top of the stairwell and emerged onto the roof, a gust of wind greeted him, carrying with it the distant sounds of the Minutemen below as they worked tirelessly to repair the damage and tend to the wounded. The view from up here was breathtaking—the Castle, with its sturdy walls and commanding view of the surrounding area, stood like a beacon of defiance against the dangers that lurked in the Commonwealth. But from this height, Sico could also see the scars of the battle. The courtyard was filled with the remnants of war: debris, shattered weapons, and hastily erected tents serving as makeshift medical stations.
He moved to the edge of the roof, looking down at the people below. They were his people—the men and women who had fought and bled to keep the Castle standing, the ones who had given everything in the name of protecting their home. They deserved to hear something more than just instructions for repairs. They deserved to know their sacrifice had meaning.
Sico cleared his throat, and then, with all the strength his voice could muster, he called out:
"Minutemen! Gather around! I need your ears!"
At first, only a few heads turned. But as more people noticed him standing on the rooftop, a hush fell over the Castle. The sound of hammers and saws gradually died down, and the Minutemen began to assemble in the courtyard below, looking up at their commander with expectant faces. Those who could still stand from their wounds gathered near the front, while the rest remained seated or leaning on makeshift crutches. The tension in the air was palpable—everyone knew what had been lost today, but they were waiting for Sico to put it into words, to give them something to hold onto.
He stood tall at the edge of the roof, his hands resting on the stone battlement as he gazed down at the crowd. For a moment, he let the silence hang in the air, giving them all a chance to catch their breath and absorb the gravity of the day. When he finally spoke, his voice was strong, yet filled with a quiet intensity that carried across the courtyard.
"We fought a hard battle today," he began, his eyes scanning the faces of the men and women who had fought beside him. "We lost good people—friends, brothers, sisters. People we've trained with, bled with, and laughed with. They gave everything so that we could stand here now, victorious."
He paused, allowing his words to settle over the crowd like a solemn tribute. He could see the pain etched into their faces, the raw grief of those who had lost friends and comrades in the fight. But beneath that grief, he could also see something else—resolve. These people had survived one of the toughest battles they had ever faced, and they were still standing. That meant something.
"We didn't just hold the Castle," Sico continued, his voice rising with conviction. "We held the line for the Commonwealth! Every one of you standing here today—every one of you who fought and didn't back down—you're the reason the Castle still stands! You're the reason the Commonwealth has hope!"
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. Sico could feel the energy starting to shift. The weight of loss was still there, but it was tempered by a growing sense of pride—pride in what they had accomplished together.
"I know it wasn't easy," he said, softening his tone for a moment. "And I know some of you are thinking about the friends you lost today. It's hard. It never gets easier. But I want you to remember something: they didn't die for nothing. They died protecting something worth fighting for—something bigger than any one of us. They died so that the Commonwealth could have a future. So that people could be free from the terror of groups like the Gunners."
Sico's gaze hardened, his eyes burning with determination. "And that's why we can't give up now. This fight isn't over. The Commonwealth still needs us. Every town, every settlement, every family out there—they're counting on the Minutemen to keep them safe. And I promise you, we're going to keep fighting. We're going to rebuild. We're going to come back stronger than before."
He could see the shift in the crowd—the weariness starting to fade, replaced by a glimmer of hope. Heads lifted, and postures straightened. They were listening.
"We're not just soldiers," Sico continued, his voice rising again. "We're protectors! Defenders of the Commonwealth! And as long as we stand together, as long as we keep fighting, no one—no one—will take that from us!"
A few cheers broke out from the crowd, faint at first, but growing louder as more people joined in. The energy was building, the morale lifting. Sico pressed on, feeding off the momentum.
"We're going to honor the fallen by making sure their sacrifice wasn't in vain," he declared, his voice carrying a powerful edge. "We're going to rebuild this Castle, stronger and more fortified than ever before. We're going to train new recruits, sharpen our skills, and be ready for whatever comes next. And when the Gunners—or anyone else—tries to take what's ours, they're going to regret ever challenging the Minutemen!"
This time, the cheers were louder, more sustained. Sico could feel the fire igniting in his people—the will to fight, to endure, to push forward despite the losses they had suffered. The resolve of the Minutemen was unbreakable, and he was stoking that fire.
"Look around you!" Sico said, spreading his arms wide. "This Castle, this place—it's more than just walls and stone. It's a symbol! A symbol of what we're fighting for. A symbol of hope for the Commonwealth. And as long as we stand here, as long as we defend this place, we are sending a message to every raider, every mercenary, every tyrant out there. The Minutemen are here, and we're not going anywhere!"
The crowd erupted into applause and shouts of agreement, fists raised in the air. The sense of unity was palpable now, the collective spirit of the Minutemen burning brighter with every word Sico spoke.
He let the cheers wash over him for a moment before quieting them with a final gesture. The courtyard fell into a hushed anticipation, all eyes on him as he prepared to deliver the last words of his speech.
"I want you all to remember something," Sico said, his voice dropping to a quieter, more somber tone. "The world out there—it's harsh. It's brutal. And it's unforgiving. But we're here to make it better. We're here to protect the people who can't protect themselves. We're here to rebuild a future worth living in."
He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in. "But no matter how much we change, no matter how much we fight for peace, there's one thing that will always stay the same. One thing that will never change."
Sico straightened, his eyes blazing with conviction as he spoke the words that had echoed across generations, words that carried the weight of history and the endless cycle of conflict:
"War. War never changes."
The crowd was silent for a moment, as the meaning of those words sank in. Then, as if ignited by a single spark, a thunderous roar of approval erupted from the Minutemen below. Cheers, applause, and shouts of defiance filled the air, echoing off the Castle walls and out into the open Commonwealth beyond. They had won this battle, but they knew more were coming. And they were ready.
Sico stood there for a moment longer, taking in the sight of his people—his family—united and resolute in the face of whatever challenges lay ahead. The fight wasn't over, but they would face it together. And together, they would build a better Commonwealth.
With one last nod of acknowledgment to the crowd, Sico turned and descended from the rooftop, ready to begin the long work of rebuilding. The war would continue, but so would the Minutemen. Because war never changes—but neither did their determination.
After his speech, Sico descended the stairs with renewed determination. The roar of the Minutemen's cheers still echoed in his ears, and he knew that morale was as high as it could be given the circumstances. But the work ahead was grueling, and speeches alone wouldn't rebuild the Castle or heal the wounded.
As he stepped back onto the courtyard, he was immediately greeted by Ronnie Shaw, who had been organizing teams to prioritize the most critical repairs. She walked briskly toward him, her expression stern but respectful.
"Good speech, Commander," she said, though her voice lacked the enthusiasm of the crowd. "But we've got a hell of a lot to do. The north wall's still a mess, and the artillery… Well, let's just say it's going to need more than a coat of paint to get back in working order."
Sico nodded. "I know, Ronnie. Let's get to it. I'll help with the wall repairs first, then I'll check on the artillery. We can't afford to have that down for long. Anything else?"
She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice. "There's some talk among the recruits. A few are shaken up pretty bad by the losses today. They believe in you, Commander, but they're tired. I'm worried that, if we don't see reinforcements or supplies soon, some might start losing hope."
Sico's jaw tightened. He had expected as much. The battle had pushed many of the Minutemen to their limits, both physically and mentally. They had survived, but the toll was evident in their eyes and movements. He glanced around the courtyard, where people were slowly returning to their tasks after his speech, their bodies weary but driven by his words.
"Let's focus on the repairs for now," Sico replied. "I'll speak with a few of the recruits directly afterward. They need to know that we're not just fighting for survival, but for the future."
Ronnie nodded and handed him a toolbox filled with hammers, nails, and scrap metal. "Here. You'll need this for the north wall."
Sico hefted the toolbox, feeling the weight of it. It was nothing compared to the weight on his shoulders, but he welcomed the chance to do something with his hands. Physical labor had a way of clearing his mind and grounding him.
He moved toward the north wall, where a group of Minutemen were already at work clearing away rubble and securing loose stones. The wall had taken the brunt of the Gunners' artillery assault, and large sections of it had collapsed, leaving gaping holes that exposed the interior of the Castle. If they didn't repair it quickly, it would leave them vulnerable to another attack.
A young woman named Clara was leading the repair efforts, her face streaked with dirt and sweat as she directed others to stack sandbags and reinforce the remaining structure. She looked up as Sico approached, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and relief.
"Commander," she greeted him with a tired smile. "We're making progress, but it's slow. We're running low on materials, and some of the men are too injured to help."
Sico crouched down next to a pile of loose stones and began helping them clear the debris. "We'll make do with what we have for now," he said, his hands working quickly. "But once we've secured the most critical areas, we'll send out a scavenging team to gather more supplies. This wall has to hold, Clara. If the Gunners come back, they'll hit us here again."
Clara nodded grimly, her eyes scanning the damaged wall. "We'll make it hold, Commander. We'll make sure of it."
For the next several hours, Sico worked alongside the Minutemen, helping to stack stones, hammer wooden supports into place, and reinforce the crumbling sections of the wall. He didn't just issue commands—he was right there in the thick of it, his hands covered in dirt and his muscles burning from the effort. The recruits worked harder with him by their side, their morale bolstered by his presence. Every now and then, he offered a word of encouragement or shared a moment of silence with someone who had lost a friend in the battle.
Despite the exhaustion that hung over them, the repairs slowly took shape. By the time they had secured the most critical breaches, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the Castle. The wall wasn't perfect, but it was fortified enough to hold against another attack—at least for now.
Sico wiped the sweat from his brow and straightened, surveying their progress. Clara stood beside him, her hands on her hips as she took a deep breath.
"It's not pretty," she said, "but it'll do the job for now."
Sico nodded. "We'll send out that scavenging team tomorrow. I want more metal, wood, and concrete. Whatever we can get our hands on."
"Understood, Commander."
With the wall repairs underway, Sico turned his attention to the injured. He made his way to one of the makeshift medical stations, where the wounded lay in rows, being tended to by the remaining medics. The station was a flurry of activity—bandages were being wrapped, splints applied, and the faint groans of the injured filled the air.
The young medic from earlier, the one who had spoken to him about supplies, was still there, her face pale from exhaustion but her hands steady as she applied a bandage to a man's leg.
"Commander," she said when she noticed Sico approaching. "We're stabilizing them as best we can, but we're running low on everything—stimpaks, bandages, antiseptics. Some of the more seriously injured… they're not going to make it unless we get proper medical supplies soon."
Sico crouched down next to one of the injured men, his face pale and his breathing shallow. The man's eyes fluttered open, and he gave Sico a weak nod.
"We'll get the supplies you need," Sico said, his voice low but firm. "I'll send a team to scavenge for medical supplies first thing in the morning. You've done good work here, medic. Hang in there."
She gave him a tired smile, the weight of the day's events heavy on her shoulders. "We'll keep them alive as long as we can, Commander."
Sico stood and moved down the line, offering words of comfort to the wounded and making note of the more serious injuries. He knew they couldn't save everyone, but they would do everything in their power to try.
As the night began to fall, Sico made one final round of the Castle, checking on the progress of the repairs and speaking with his people. The day had been long, and the losses had been great, but the Minutemen were still standing. The Castle was still theirs.
And as long as they stood together, they would continue to protect the Commonwealth. Because war, war never changes—but the people who fight for what's right do. They grow stronger, more resilient, and more determined with every battle.
________________________________________________
• 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: -