Ah Sanctuary. Living up to it's name, it provides shelter and safety to all those in need. At the entrance we see Preston, one of the last Minutemen, making his rounds around the neighborhood. However, today he was in search for a certain vault dweller. Today was the day they take the Minutemen to the next level.
Retaking the Castle.
Prestons p.o.v.
It wasn't hard to find the General around Sanctuary, just check the workstations every now and then. Or in this case, follow the loud music he keeps playing on his pip-boy. Walking down the streets, I see Mama Murphy in one of the buildings sitting in the chair that the General made for her. Up ahead of me, Jun and Marcy are going on one of their walks. I don't know where Sturges is hiding, and finally I found the General working on his T-45 while dancing in place to some music. On closer inspection, I see he is working on the chest piece.
"Uraaanium fever has done and got me down / Uraaanium fever is spreadin' all around-
Preston: General, a word?
(Y/n): If you have any suggestions, complaints, or requests please forward them to my receptionist.
Preston: Receptionist?
He raises an arm and points to the left without taking his focus away from the armor. Looking to the left, I see Dogmeat sitting in his doghouse wearing a pair of glasses. Over the doghouse is a sign with the word receptionist spelled incorrectly.
Preston: Okay... Actually, this is important. We can finally start to think about more than just survival. We've gotten big enough, that we are having trouble communicating with all our settlements. It's a good problem to have, and I have a solution. I think it's time to retake the Castle. It used to be the Minutemen HQ, way before my time. Well fortified, centrally located, and most important, it has a powerful radio transmitter we can use to broadcast to the whole Commonwealth.
He turns around slowly to face me with wide eyes, while reaching for his pip-boy to turn off the music.
(Y/n): Holy crap, you said something else other than a settlement needing my help. Who are you and what have you done with my favorite black man!?
Preston: Very funny.
(Y/n): Hmmm. You know, I always wanted my very own castle. Alright, I'm in!
Preston: Ha, I'd thought you'd like the idea! So, should I have an assault force assemble near the Castle?
(Y/n): You do that, I'll get my murder clothes on.
Preston: We'll do some recon, and meet you outside the Castle. See you there.
As the General heads over to his power armor, I notice something on his right hip.
Are those... tin cans?
(Y/n) p.o.v.
Ooooh, this is so exciting! Not only am I getting a castle, but I am also gonna take my armor out for a spin once again.
T-45c armor with VATS matrix overlay, hydraulic bracers, kinetic servos, and motion-assist servos. All with a nice green military paint job.
I insert a fusion core into the back port and turn the handle to open it all up to step inside. As the armor closes in around my body (that would be horrible with claustrophobia), I head out for the Castle.
(Y/n): Let's rock.
(Timeskip brought to you by chibi (y/n) waxing his power armor)
Well, that little journey took long enough. After making my way down town, walking fast / kicking ass, I finally meet up with Preston at a small diner outside of the castle and the assault force. Which is just three... I'll need to have a good talk with Preston on what an actual assault force is.
(Y/n): Ahem.
Preston: Everyone's here, General.
Are you sure about that?
Preston: There it is. Pretty impressive, huh? It's real name is Fort Independence, but the Minutemen just called it the Castle. Now you can see why I wanted to take it back.
(Y/n): Well... it's definitely one of a kind.
Preston: That's right. They don't make them like they used to.
Leaning a little to the right, I could see a giant ass hole in one of the walls.
(Y/n): Gee, I wonder why?
Preston: We take this place back, people will know we mean business. Our primary objective is to clear the court yard. That's where we should see the most opposition. The wall on this side is the most exposed. But if we circle around south? We could also reach the main gate.
M.m.1: What are we waitin' for? Let's just get in there and shoot those lobsters!
M.m.2: No! If we split up, we can flank them from both sides. It'll be like shooting fish in a barrel!
M.m.3: Why not let them come to us? We set up a firing line on this side and you can draw them out.
Preston: Well, General, what do you think?
(Y/n): Hmmm... You all get ready on this side, I'll head in and ring the dinner bell.
Preston: Sounds good. We'll hold back and wait for them to come to us. Just don't get yourself trapped in there. Alright people, you heard the General! Let's move out! Try not to draw their attention until we're in position.
(Y/n): Yes, moooom.
As they get to their positions, I pull out my combat rifle and head through the hole in the wall while setting a few mines down.
(Y/n): Wakey wakey, bitches!
*bang**bang**bang*
All over the court yard, mirelurks popped out of the ground and started scuttling towards me. I run back to the firing line and take my position.
(Y/n): Get ready.
In a few seconds, we saw the mines going off at the wall by the mirelurks. After the explosions, more of those crustaceans came right at us.
(Y/n): Fire!
*bang bang bang**pew pew**bang*
And all that crap.
As more mirelurks keep coming, we keep shooting. Until the last one was brought down by Preston.
(Y/n): Move in.
We make our way through the wall and into the Castle.
Preston: Alright people, spread out and clear the eggs in the court yard. The General and will deal with any more inside the Castle.
M.m.1: Yes sir!
Preston: Let's do this, General.
Over time, we cleared out any eggs and left over mirelurks. I walked back outside with Preston.
3rd p.o.v.
(Y/n): Any more left?
Preston: Just a few on the wall, and that should be it.
(Y/n): Awesome. Let's head up and-
"RRRROOOOAAAAGGGGHHHH"
(Y/n): ...Preston?
Preston: General?
(Y/n): What the hell was that?
Looking back, they see yet another hole in a different wall (well fortified, my ass). From said hole, came something that looks like a crab on steroids.
Preston: It's a mirelurk queen!
(Y/n): GOJIRA!
Running back inside, they take cover at either side of the entrance. Not a second later, a stream of a slimey substance comes flying through the opening. Hitting the back wall and splashing onto (y/n) power armor.
(Y/n): Aaawww, that's nasty!
The sound of gunfire can be heard outside.
(Y/n): You know I never thought my day would lead up to me fighting against something straight out of JOE'S CRAB SHACK!
Preston: We need to take down that mirelurk queen, now!
(Y/n): Agreed. And as much as I want to run out there, guns blazing, and take part of an epic boss battle to keep the story going...
(Y/n) reaches behind his back and pulls out two of those tin cans we saw earlier.
(Y/n): I'm just too damn lazy. GRENADE!
He tosses both cans out at the mirelurk queen and heads back into position.
*BOOM**BOOM*
"RRRRAAaaggghh"
*RUMBLE*
Stepping back out, Preston and (y/n) are greeted with a dead mirelurk queen on it's side.
Preston: What. Was. That?
(Y/n): That my friend, was a nuka-grenade. Or a nuka cocktail, I don't know. I found some old blueprints during my travels on how to weaponize some quantum. Just add that, turpentine, and some abraxo cleaner into a can and BOOM! Homemade grenades.
Preston: Huh, convenient.
He makes his way to the center of the court yard.
Preston: Alright people, good work! But we're not done yet. The General and I are gonna have a look at the radios. The rest of you, clear out any remaining mirelurks or eggs you find.
So after making a generator or two out of thin air like a god, (y/n) starts wiring up the radios. As he plugs in the last wire, he is greeted with a violin song.
(Y/n): Aaaaaaand we are live!
Preston: Wow, we really did it! I've been watching the Minutemen fall to pieces for so long I just... it seems surreal. Now we've got to pay off on what we started. Bring the whole Commonwealth together, and make it last this time! So, you know, back to business. But with radio freedom up and running? We can broadcast alerts to you. Anywhere. Anytime.
(Y/n): ...Yaaaaay.
Preston: Which reminds me, another settlement needs your help.
(Y/n): Sonofabitch!
(Timeskip brought to you by chibi (y/n) cleaning mirelurk crap off his power armor)
(Y/n) p.o.v.
Well it looks like the Abernathys need my help, again. So I decided to take a detour through Boston Common, coming near a pond.
(Y/n): I swear, with how much I'm helping everybody by killing things, there shouldn't be much alive within a five mile radius.
*rumble*
(Y/n): Oh what now!?
Turning around, I am greeted by the fucking Green Giant holding an anchor in one hand and covered in boat pieces.
???: SSSSWWWWAAAANNNN!!!!
(Y/n):..............
I reach behind my back to grab another nuka cocktail, only to remember that I only brought two...
Why?
(Y/n):............. Friends?
*THWONK*
Being met with the business end the the anchor, my power armor chest piece and one of the arms just disintegrates off of me. Oh yeah, I'm also sent over a few buildings as well.
(Y/n): Yep. I'm flyin' through the air, this is not good.
Bouncing off a wall, I plummet onto a pick up truck.
*chrash**BOOM*
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(Y/n): Ow.
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A/n: In case you were wondering, you misspelled receptionist as 'reesepshunist'.