Civil Affairs--Chapter Two: The Triangle of Death

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    The Abernathys were gonna be crucial to my plan.

    Blake had generations of hard-won knowledge of how to get crops to thrive in this climate.
    And he was working with some pretty crappy soil.
    I understood why his family had made their stake there. Visibility was excellent from the tower, you could see trouble coming from a long way off. As long as you had somebody available to watch.
    But what could he do with good bottomland, proper irrigation, and plenty of labor?

    And Connie was sharp.
    She knew how to make the best use of any resource she got her hands on, and just how much the things she didn’t need would be worth to somebody else.
    And she knew how to hate.
    Losing their daughter was just one more confirmation of her husband’s fatalistic worldview, but Connie wanted revenge.
    She was overjoyed to get Mary’s locket back, but you should have seen the look on her face when I started pulling heads out of a bag.
    Lucy got sick, and wouldn’t look me in the eye for weeks. Blake just walked down the hill and sat at the grave for a few hours. But Connie smiled, kissed me full on the mouth, and went inside and started cooking. Let me tell you, that woman can bake.

    Blake didn’t want the heads displayed like I suggested, but Connie knew what to do with them. If you make it out to Abernathy Farm, and smell a little something extra when you use the new latrine, that’s Ack-Ack and her boys.

    I figured poor Marcy would pitch a fit when I insisted on relocating everybody to the Abernathy’s place for a while, but it was Garvey who wouldn’t shut up.
    He was adamant that I rescue another homestead up to the northeast.
    I explained that I had talked to them after clearing out the listening station and tried to talk them into joining us, but they were insistent on holding on to their own pitiful stake, despite their problems.
    When I suggested he go tackle the Corvega Plant by himself, he shut up pretty quickly.

    So I put them at Blake’s disposal after going over my plans for establishing some proper defenses.
    Besides cementing the Abernathy’s loyalty, my trip north had provided another Rockwell and a crapload of 5mm ammo. First thing I set Sturges to, once he had thoroughly cleaned and serviced both guns, and carefully inspected the ammo, was to mount them nice and high on opposite corners of the tower. The next batch of lowlifes that tried to bully Ma & Pa Kettle out of their melons was gonna get a really nasty surprise.
    Next thing was to deal with the Flynn’s warehouse. I wanted the smaller building torn down, and the materials used to make a weatherproof shelter closer to the tower. After that, the contents of the warehouse could be hauled up and sorted, and then the larger structure could be dismantled and used to construct a palisade around the house, the fields, and the new building.
    That should keep them busy for a while. If they get all that done before I get back, I challenged them to get the trailers up the hill.

    Meanwhile, I took the Mr. Handy down into Vault 111 and instructed it to take a thorough inventory. I suspected some of the contents could more than make up for the loss of revenue from the Abernathy’s crops. Carla’s expression when I mentioned having access to a nearly unspoiled vault had given away more than she intended.
    I wasn’t ready to start doling out those goods yet, but she was more than willing to take the salvaged Protectron from Wicked Shipping in trade for what Connie had requested, as well as a couple items I’d asked her to scare up.
    She brought me the better part of two gallons of gun oil, and three dozen pullets. Lucy still wasn’t meeting my gaze when I explained the concept of a chicken tractor, but I could tell she was charmed by the little yellow peeps, and very pleased when I stressed that neither they nor their eventual eggs were for eating. A reliable source of guano was going to be critical in the days ahead.

    When Carla headed out, I went with her. I had to tie the damn dog up to keep him from following, but from what I’d heard of the state of Boston, I figured he’d be more likely to get me into trouble than out of it. Carla said there was a man in someplace called Goodneighbor who might have the skills I needed, and she could see me as far as Bunker Hill.

    A couple days out, we hit a place called Covenant. Impressive little place. First decently-fortified place I’d seen. Nice concrete walls, stout gate, machine gun turrets. Dandy. Folks there were certainly friendly, although their entrance examination was very strange.
    But they had good supplies, for what Carla told me was the best prices in the area. I left much happier with my firepower, and better fed than I had been since I brought Connie her presents.

    If I hadn’t been traveling with Carla, all my big ideas would have probably ended on Tucker Memorial Bridge, but she noticed that some of the wreckage had been moved, and I was able to find the booby traps. Somebody really wanted to blow somebody else the hell up, but there was no follow-up ambush party in place, so I’m not sure what was behind that.
    Not long after that, I got my first look at a super mutant. Three of them in fact. Jesus they’re big. And loud. They looked strong, too. Not super-bright mutants, fortunately, though. I made a lot of noise while Carla hid, and got them to chase me back across the bridge. One of their big feet caught a tripwire, and boom.
    Boom.
    Boom.
    If I ever meet the person who mined that bridge, I’ll kiss THEM full on the mouth.

    Bunker Hill was interesting.
    Fortifications were impressive at first glance, but there’s no depth to them--no watchtowers other than the monument itself, no provision for enfilading fire, no concealed firing positions, no loopholes in the walls, no overhead protection, far too much reliance on wood. The place is more of a deathtrap than a fortress. I guess that’s why they pay every scumbag in the area to leave them unmolested. Sounds like the Boston parasites might be a little smarter than the ones out in the burbs. Protection rackets are sustainable. Raiding, not so much.
    I’m sure glad I had been told about … what do you call ghouls that aren’t feral? … Just ghouls? OK. I’m sure glad I had been told about ghouls, because one came up to me and offered me a job.
    Something about his accent seemed familiar. Then he introduced himself as Edward Deegan. Christ. Eddie Deegan. His little brother Frank beat me in the 100-yard dash at city finals my senior year of high school, and Eddie had been even better, won the state hurdles title three years running. Heh. Running. Crazylegs Eddie Deegan, all grown up and gross-looking, but holy crap. Small town, Boston, always was. He was even more surprised to see me, especially considering I still had skin on my face.
    Eddie remembered reading about my time in Alaska--the sanitized version, anyway--and really started to try to sell me on working for him. When he saw the look on my face when he mentioned Cabot House, I guess he remembered that I got sent to Parsons, and changed the subject real quick. But we drank a whole bunch of nasty ancient Gwinnett Ale, and talked for hours about long dead mutual acquaintances. When I said I was trying to get to Goodneighbor, he told me it was Scollay Square, and offered to show me the safest way there.
     
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    Once again, I was sure glad to have a guide.

    We dodged some more Super Mutants, wild dogs, a freaking bear!, and any number of murderous assholes. We had to kill half-a dozen ferals, and I was interested to see that they seem to disturb Eddie even more than they disturb me. Do good ghouls go rotten? I didn’t want to ask him.

    Anyway, we managed to avoid a lot of trouble, and got to Goodneighbor by late afternoon. Helluva town. Reminds me of some of the neighborhoods outside army bases: every vice you can imagine, waiting to be indulged.

    Of course, some idiot tried to shake me down as soon as I walked through the gates. I stared him down, and he backed away stammering, only to end up facing the most eccentric individual I’ve ever seen. Pre- or postwar. Tricorn hat, cutaway red coat with at least seventy buttons, pirate boots, and an American flag wrapped around his waist. Oh, and he’s a ghoul. I can’t believe how quickly I’m getting used to ghouls.So he talks to Mister Insurance for a minute and then knifes him. The messy way. Introduces himself as--get this--John Hancock, and says he’s the mayor. Standing there all smiles with the late idiot’s blood and bowels all over his fancy boots. Got my attention, that’s for sure.

    After that, Eddie introduced me to another pre-war ghoul and one seriously creepy robot. Programmers! Weird-ass programmers. And I could see that I’d want to do business with both of them, once I had the cash--sorry--caps.

    Then we go down into the subway station, past a ghoul in a tuxedo, and into an honest-to-god bar. Carla was right--civilization persists.

    The guy I was looking for was there, a cocky kid named MacCready. I liked him well enough, and I really liked the look of his sniper rifle, so we made a deal and agreed to head out the next day.

    The supply of caps I’d liberated from Ack-Ack and her pals was just about gone by this point, but Eddie said he’d share a room with me at the Hotel Rexford. And that’s where the world got even smaller, because there was another pre-war ghoul there who knew me. He sold me my spot in the goddamned vault. I wasn’t sure if I should thank him, or kill him, but as he kept talking, I realized he would have knowledge that I could really take advantage of, so I ended up talking him into heading back to Sanctuary with me.

    Look, Miss Wright, I hope you’ll work with me in the way you present this in your story, but I want pre-war ghouls to come work for me. As many as we can find. Your mayor is a special kind of idiot to have run them out of town. Pre-war ghouls are the most valuable resource in the Commonwealth. They know how things worked. Christ, I bet they’re the only reason the lights are still on in this place. Electricians, mechanics, carpenters, masons… hell I don’t care if they worked at Slocum Joe’s or Joe Spuckies … I want them and their knowledge, and I for goddamned sure will treat them with the respect they deserve. So what if they’re ugly and smell bad… who the hell doesn’t in this place? Exceptin’ yourself, of course, ma’am, you smell very nice indeed and you are definitely not ugly.

    So where was I? Right. The three of us made it back to Bunker Hill the next day, and I arranged to travel with some quack of a “doctor” and his bodyguards, and we made it back to the Abernathy’s farm without any incidents worth boring you with.

    My people had done pretty well while I was gone. The shed was built, the warehouse emptied, and the new fence was well-underway. And lo and behold, who else was there, but the folks from Tenpines. Seems the Corvega crew came back and took everything they had left. I’m glad they made it. They aren’t the brightest, but right now what I need is hands and backs more than I need heads.

    Doc Weathers said there were a few other people on his route that might be interested in joining up, and I told him to send them our way, but not to make any promises in my name. That shady bastard will probably charge them for the information, but again, at this point I can only be so selective.
    I took Rick, the Vault-Tec rep, down to help the robot with the inventory, and then I spent a couple days looking over the work my people had done, making suggestions and listening to their ideas on how to proceed. Turns out the Flynn boys were into some bad business, because there was some very interesting stuff buried in their warehouse. I’d need a little time to think about how best to use it.

    Lucy seemed to have gotten over her fear of me, but from the way she was looking at Sturges, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be picking melons with her after all. Blake and Connie seemed to approve, but I’m not sure Sturges even had a clue. Poor kid. At least the dog was happy to see me.

    The old lady was really jittery when I first got back, and kept asking me for different drugs. She was back to her usual spooky self by the next day, so I guess Doc Weathers came through for her. This is not a sustainable situation, and I will eventually have to deal with it, but for now, I’ve got way too many other irons in my fire.

    Jun was walking a little taller, and Marcy was a helluva lot less crabby, so I guess they’re starting to recover. Hard work and regular meals should never be underestimated when it comes to healing all sorts of wounds.

    Garvey really wanted to go with MacCready and me, but I convinced him the others would need him when trouble showed up. Which it was sure to do now that Weathers would be talking about my little project.
     
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    So a couple days later, I tied up the dog again, and Mac and I headed toward Lexington. We ran into a little bit of trouble on the way with some lowlifes who were threatening an old lady and her junkie son. I didn’t even waste a bullet on them. I pulled a Hancock on the leader, and his crew just ran. The old lady, Tracy? something like that…was so grateful, she gave me a new pair of boots. Which I needed after dealing with her pal outside. I told them they were welcome to join my outfit if the kid could get clean. We’ll see.

    All of my concerns about the Corvega Plant were borne out. I’d driven past the place hundreds of times. I’d watched it being built. It was a natural fortress. The catwalks and superstructure gave them an incredible defensive advantage, especially with such a big crew. Mac and I spent two days just observing. We got a good count of them, learned where their favorite spots were, figured out which ones were lazy and which ones were alert. We did the work, Miss Wright, we did the work. I wouldn’t have wanted to attack that place with a full company of good troops, but a good sniper, and a good sneaky bastard, both of whom understood the importance of planning, were just what the job called for.

    We left the place with a lot of caps, half of which I gave to Mac--god knows he’d earned them--a lot of ammo, a few decent weapons, another Protectron, and a few interesting odds and ends. Mac was not happy when I burned all the drugs we found, but I let him have his choice of the booze. I’ll want to go back and properly salvage the place at some point, but I expect it will be infested with ghouls by the time I have a chance to do that. I intend to have that full company of good troops by then.

    Tracy… Tanya? Goddammit, I’m usually good with names. The old lady’s son was in full-blown withdrawal when we went back through. I wish him luck, his mom is good people. But I won’t take him in until he’s at least six months clean. I’d prefer a year, but once again, these are early days, and I can’t be as picky as I intend to be once I get things rolling. Maybe I should send Murphy there, establish a detox center… No. Too soon… Baby steps, Jonas, baby steps.

    I came back to drama. Joy. Turns out Sturges is not interested in Little Miss Lucy. Tears. Dirty looks. Resentment. Not good. Of course, Mac was more than willing to swoop in and comfort Lucy, but he and I had a word of prayer, and that will not be happening--he would eat that kid alive. Fortunately, the fence was about finished, so I could relocate the heartbreaker to the Red Rocket Station and commence Phase Two.

    Three more strays had shown up while I was gone, one of whom I did not like the looks of at all. I sent them with Sturges, and told him to put them to work clearing the place up. Mac took me aside and told me that he recognized the guy as part of an outfit he ran with for a while that call themselves the Gunners. I’d been expecting something like this, so that night the three of us had ourselves a long chat and I persuaded him to come clean. Seems these Gunners sent him to infiltrate my people and and see if we were a good target. Yep. I knew the bad guys couldn’t all be idiots. One more for the latrine. It was definitely time for Phase Two.

    Red Rocket would be my gatehouse. For the time being, nobody from outside our crew was to enter Abernathy Farm without clearance from me, Blake, or Connie. Nobody. Zero exceptions. I don’t care if they’re being chased by an entire tribe of super mutants, they must be sent on to Red Rocket. That’s where all newcomers will be interviewed. By me. And not some goofy quiz like Covenant, I mean a good proper grilling. Then, if I thought they were OK, they could work at Red Rocket until I trusted them to move on into the community.

    There were times on the trip back from Corvega that I wanted to just leave the Protectron behind. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. So damn slow. So damn noisy. It didn’t bother me with Carla, but Mac and I had spent so much time operating in silence, that the change was really hard for me. Once I put it to work at Red Rocket, I knew I had made the right choice. Trees: down. Shrubs: down. It could put up a straight section of wall faster and more efficiently than a crew of three men. Sturges has a real knack for instructing it, too. I could handle the straightforward stuff: follow me, go there, stand still… but Sturges had the patience to teach the complex stuff, and once it learned something it could do it all day. All without a ridiculous personality overlay. My kind of robot.

    Still, the Mr. Handy was certainly useful when Mac and I rounded up the brahmin we’d spotted near the old drive-in. All it's noise and whirling about ridiculously and pinching and prodding and occasionally flaming got those beasts right into the corral we’d set up. Once again, I had to stress how much more valuable they would be as draft animals than they’d be as a quick few meals. Once we dragged the generator out of the museum’s basement and got it running at Red Rocket, my people started to understand. As you folks here in Diamond City know, electric light is a complete game-changer.

    Running power lines over to Abernathy was really easy. We set up a telegraph at the same time. We could see them from the watchtower we’d built on top of the Red Rocket, but not in the rain. A direct telegraph link will save lives. Already has in fact. I’ll bury the lines eventually, but I still had higher priorities.

    We were up to twenty people by then. Twelve citizens and eight probationers. The farm was secure. The Rocket was strong. Time to start on the real prize: Sanctuary Hills.

    We repaired the bridge. We set up a watchtower at the Vault entrance. We ran more power lines. We tore down the worst houses and repaired the others. I wouldn’t let anyone move in yet. There weren’t enough of us to defend all three places. But we were growing. And when we grew enough, there would be room for everybody.

    I couldn’t hide what we were doing, though, and the Gunners understood reconnaissance. They attacked Abernathy during the day, while most of us were at Sanctuary. But they didn’t know about the telegraph. We were on the way less than two minutes after the first one was spotted. I sent all the others by the bridge and across from Red Rocket: only Mac and I took the direct route, because I knew that I would have set up an ambush if I were the attacker. So I had planted claymores in all the best hiding spots. And I had the remote activator. Thanks to Eddie Winter’s power over the Flynn Brothers, I had a lot of claymores. I only needed to use a dozen that day. The rest of the operation was a mop-up--the reinforcements from Red Rocket had caught the attackers napping. Mac and I hunted down the few who ran from Abernathy. Thanks for the weapons upgrade, Gunners. Come again soon.
     
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    I figured that after the licking we’d given the Gunners, things should be quiet for a while, so it was finally time to check out the Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth.

    I handed off the vetting process for new settlers to the citizens. Blake, Connie, Sturges, Garvey, Marcy, and Rick each will interview newcomers, and every one of them will have veto power over every applicant. Rick will do the first interview, and anyone who shows anti-ghoul sentiment will be immediately rejected. After that, the others will talk to them as their schedules permit. Impatience during this process will also be a disqualifier. We’ve set up a holding area for applicants. They’ll be fed and housed until their status is decided. Not the best accomodations, but probably better than what they’re used to. If they earn probationer status, they move into the dorms and get put to work. It is up to the citizens to decide who joins their ranks and when. For now, any citizen can veto a probationer moving up, but I hope for us to outgrow that system within a year or so.


    When I left, there was dormitory space for thirty-two probationers. We’ve got pumps working, and the beginnings of an irrigation system in place. I expect to see at minimum fifteen acres of new ground ready for planting in the spring. We have enough food put up to get one hundred people through the winter, and there will be inside work for them to do when the weather dictates. Our defenses are being improved by the week, and there will be plenty of harsh lessons for the next batch of parasites that tries to steal the fruits of our labor. And this is just the stuff I’m willing to let you tell your readers, Miss Wright, we have other projects in development that will take a while to pay off, but when they do, we will start improving the quality of life of every decent person in the Commonwealth.

    I’ve come to an understanding with Old Man Stockton, who runs the caravans out of Bunker Hill. Folks interested in coming to Northbridge--yes, that’s what we’re calling the settlement--can sign on with any of his caravans for the trip. I have his guarantee that they won’t be gouged, just charged a fair price. Stockton sees the value in establishing a good relationship with us early on. So does Hancock. I had hoped your mayor would as well, but what I’ve seen so far of him is not encouraging. Within two years, three tops, Northbridge will be able to provide food enough for all three towns--and I’m not talking about 200-year-old noodles, I’m talking about fresh produce in the warm months, and properly-preserved food for the cold ones. And food will just be the beginning. I have plans, Miss Wright.

    Garvey wants to rebuild the Minutemen, of course, and I’m not discouraging that. But I believe I can help him put together something more … reliable … this time. The Minutemen have always been about being prepared to react to a threat. I admire that, and will expect that of every citizen of Northbridge, however, I think true security will come through anticipating potential threats and dealing with them on our terms, not theirs. Remember Corvega. We did the work. There’s a lot more work to be done, and we can’t do it all at once. But it can be done.


    So there’s my story, Miss Wright. I look forward to seeing how you choose to present me to your readers. I have a few more people I want to meet with while I’m here--what can you tell me about the young man on the radio? If you have no other plans, I would be happy to buy you dinner at the Colonial Taphouse, and perhaps you can tell me more about this Institute your sister was yelling about. And if, after getting to know each other a little better, you’re still interested: we can discuss your offer to accompany me. My next stop should be quite interesting: I have learned there is an operational vault not far from here, and I am very interested to see for myself what that looks like.


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    I've started a new playthrough in which I will attempt to use Annex the Commonwealth to try to approximate Jonas' Northbridge.
     
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    Let us know how the Annex works. Seems interesting to me..
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    I was getting strange visual artifacts.

    Will try again with All Settlements Extended


    [edit: turns out the visual artifact was probably not Annex-related. It seemed to be caused by @uituit's Junk Gate not liking something else I was using. Inspired me to completely redesign the Concord Gate]
     
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    Between ASE, W+ Layers and Place Everywhere, I'm making progress.

    The watchtower at the vault entrance is tall enough to see all the corners of the Triangle.

    Now to see if I can do this without actually incurring the wrath of the Triangle of Death.
     
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    The primary watchtower at the Vault entrance.
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    View from watchtower.

    If the game could render it, All three corners of the Triangle of Death would be visible

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    Not much to see at Sanctuary yet. A few farms, the irrigation system, and a nice view of the barracks across the way.

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    Two watchtowers. First one wasn't high enough to suit Major Coolwater.

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    Abernathy is still a work in progress, The farms are laid out, fences have been built.

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    Red Rocket is the most developed so far, with the new dormitory building dominating the view/

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    You may enter. Eventually..

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    Accommodations can be a bit rough if you don't follow the rules.

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    Security office and Probationers' armory.

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    Probationers' mess.

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    Probationers' laundry facility.

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    Probationers' dormitories

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