Chapter 410 - Tribal 'Massacre'

Today had started off as a regular boring day for Ramos, Head of Security and Paladin of the Mojave Chapter Brotherhood of Steel... That was, until (AN :The fire nation attacked) a couple Initiates came sprinting into his office screaming about an army headed straight towards them.

Yeah, he certainly hadn't been expecting that. As per pre-designed security protocol, he deactivated the terminal in his office and rid its access to the rest of the bunker before heading down the stairs to the main hallway. If the enemy was going to breach the bunker, they needed to be in a properly defendable position... Waiting at the bottom of the stairs was stupid, and just waiting for someone to roll a couple grenades at them.​​

He went over the Bunker intercom and warned everyone else of the impending threat, and it wasn't long before a veritable wall of Power armour were gathered in the hallway and watching the entrance. On the walls and ceiling were a lot of sentry turrets with fully automatic laser weapons installed. Anyone or anything that attempted to get through would be blasted into ash... If they were lucky.

At Ramos side was Paladin Hardin, Knight Torres, the former was armed with a Gatling Laser while the latter wielded the typical Gauss Rifle that was provided to most Brotherhood combatants.

"Enemies inbound?" Hardin asks, his face as hard and dour as ever.

"Don't know, all I know is that an army is heading our way. Mostly raiders, but I would bet the Legion is involved, they're the only one's willing to use Tribes as fodder." Ramos states.

*BAAANG!*

*RUUUMMBLE!*

"Looks like the breached the doors on the surface." Ramos mutters.

Hardin turns and looks at everyone gathered, "THE ENEMY ARE APPROACHING! WE WILL BEAT OFF THESE INVADERS AND MAKE THEM WISH THEY NEVER VENTURED HERE! WEAPONS UP!" he commands, and the combatants aim their weaponry at the entrance.

Once Hardin hears the sound of feet on the metal floor of the bunker he continues, "CHARGE GAUSS RIFLES!"

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*Tap tap tap tap!*

The first person through the door is a man wearing some kind of fur clothing, his skin was incredibly dirty and his eyes were dilated, meaning he was on some kind of chems... Hardin didn't even have to give the order when an Initiate fired their Gauss Rifle, the projectile struck the man and instantly liquified his organs, causing his body to explode into blood, gore, and red mist.

...

A few others look at the sheepish Initiate who just shrugs with a chuckle. "EYES ON THE DOOR!" Hardin commands, refocussing the troops.

It's then that the rest of the enemies come barreling out of the entrance. They must've stopped momentarily after witnessing their companion literally explode, but whatever reason they'd came proved enough to push them further.

The Brotherhood opened fire on the Great Khans as they flooded out into the hallway. The Great Khans hadn't even managed to get off a single shot yet as laser fire, gauss rifle shots, and plasma rounds destroy anyone that dares come into the line of fire.

By the time the fiftieth man goes through the door, they stumble on the large pile of ashes and green goo that had formerly been their companion's bodies. He falls over and is soon added to the pile, half of his body disintegrating into ash while the other melt into green goo.

The Legion Assassins upstairs had watched this all happen and were very, very apprehensive about going down there themselves. There were around thirty assassins and a hundred or so Great Khans, or at least, there were... The Khans numbers had been reduced by half, and the remainders were glaring heavily at the Assassins for bringing them on this suicide mission.

"I WILL NOT GO DOWN THERE!" a Khan shouts, pointing straight at the pile sitting just outside the door.

"YOU WILL DO AS WE COMMAND! WE PAID YOUR TRIBE TO DO A JOB, AND YOU WILL DO IT!" The leader of this operation roars, pushing the man out of the door and watching as his head explodes and his body is liquified.

The leader turns to the rest of the Khans, "IF YOU WISH TO LIVE, THEN KILL THE ENEMIES ON THE OTHERSIDE OF THOSE DOORS!"

"FUCK THIS! PAPA KHAN DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS SHIT!" a Khan shouts, pointing his Sawed-off shotgun at the Leader assassin. Unfortunately for him, the high-strung man was already prepared for insubordination.

*SLASH!*

The man's Katana-like blade ignites into flames as he cuts the extended arm off, leaving behind a cauterized wound in its wake.

The Khan falls to the floor screaming as he grabs his stump of an arm. The Leader assassin raises his Shishkabab and stabs it through the Khan's throat, ending traitorous life. He then looks around appraisingly at the other Khans, "IF YOU DO NOT ATTACK NOW, WE WILL RAZE YOUR PATHETIC TRIBE TO THE GROUND!"

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"F-fuck, I-I don't wanna die..." a man mutters as an assassin pushes him towards the door... He takes a big breath and charges out, firing his Varmint Rifle before he'd even exited the doorway... A shot actually manages to strike an enemy in the head... Unfortunately, they were all wearing Power armour, and the shot bounces off, achieving literally nothing.

The man can only sigh as lasers tear his body to pieces, his arms and legs being torn off as they turn to ashes before his very eyes... The last thing he ever sees is the burning red of lasers as they burn his eyes out, killing him.

The rest of the Khans charge out, shooting as frantically as they can but achieving nothing as they all die pathetically under the orders of the Legion...

After an hour, there were no Great Khans left, the only invading forces that remained were that of the Assassins who waited at the top of the stairs uncomfortable as their leader pondered their next actions...

Most knew the operation was doomed, the Brotherhood were simply far too advanced, armoured, and prepared for them to actually do anything... Perhaps if they used every tribe in the Mojave as cannon fodder, the Brotherhood might run out of ammo... But even then, most of the Assassins didn't like their chances of fighting men in Powerarmour in melee combat...