Fallout: Wasteland Doll Commander

Corvega Assembly Plant – Command Catwalk

Another explosion rocked the upper gantries, sending sparks and steel shards slicing through the acrid smoke. Below, fire bloomed where HOC Striker mortar rounds had landed, coating the factory floor in choking ash and screams of the dying.

Jared didn't flinch.

Jared (low, steady):"Let 'em rain fire from the hills. I've still got seventy strong killers between me and that front gate."

He leaned against a rusted railing, eyes tracking the chaos below like a butcher sizing up meat.

Mace (scrambling up the steps):"Boss! Reinforcements ain't comin'—they got smashed on the ridge! Gristle's whole crew—gone!"

Lonnie (nervous, breathless):"We're been boxed in. That bombardment hit the checkpoint hard—like somethin' launched it straight from the Drive-In!"

Jared spat over the edge, sneering.

Jared:"THAT FUCKING Means they're desperate. Good. Let 'em think a few big booms make 'em gods."

He turned, voice rising above the gunfire and groaning steel.

Jared (to his crew):"This is our house! Every stairs, every hallways, every rat tunnels in this factory bleeds for us!"

He pointed eastward toward the sealed corridor.

Jared:"They want me? COME AND GET ME—floor by bloody floor!"

Mace (with a flicker of hope):"You really think we can hold 'em?"

Jared (cold smile):"Seventy chem'd-up bastards, dug into the strongest bones left in Lexington? Yeah. I like our odds."

Another mortar shell lit up the distant skyline. Jared didn't even blink.

Jared (to himself, quiet):"Let the Dollmaster come. I'll show her what the REAL monsters look like."

Lexington Car Factory – Main Breach (Nate's Perspective)

The main doors groaned, hydraulics whining under the grip of three T-Doll engineers. Sparks flew as steel peeled back like torn skin, opening a wound to the heart of the factory.

ISAC (comms):"Main entry breached. Hostile fire imminent."

Gunfire erupted instantly—hot, loud, blinding.

Charlie Team surged forward—and met a wall of bullets. Tracer rounds screamed from elevated catwalks. Two Minutemen dropped before their boots cleared the threshold.

Nate (shouting):"Deploy Shield! Now!"

A T-Doll—designation 74N-Lyra—slammed a compact emitter into the floor. A glowing kinetic barrier flared into place, intercepting incoming fire.

Lyra (calm):"Mobile shield deployed. Twenty-second window."

Nate dragged a bleeding recruit behind cover as bullets pinged off steel. Preston slid beside him, jaw clenched.

Preston:"Goddamn Kill box. These Bastards seriously were ready for us."

Nate:"We have to keep pushing, or we'll lose the whole line. We need to hit them sideways."

Outside the shield, the Dolls fired methodically—one deploying a drone to map hostile positions.

Preston:"We could use a damn tank like that Power armor of yours."

Nate (checking his comms):"No tank unfortunately. But Sarah is moving. If 404 hits the east wing now, we can collapse the trap from both sides."

ISAC:"Shield integrity: five seconds."

Nate stood, rifle braced.

Nate (to comms):"Team 404, if you're in position—make it count. Delta, on my mark."

Delta Team's Breach – West Wing Service Bay

The cargo doors weren't built for a fight. But Delta Team wasn't built to ask permission.

Sergeant Ramirez:"Charge set. On my mark."

E7-Ren, a skeletal T-Doll with servo-assisted limbs, slammed a satchel charge into the loading hatch.

BOOM.

Steel screeched, smoke spilled, and Delta surged in.

Private Mallory kicked forward, Thompson barking. Hartman laid suppressive fire from his BAR. Raiders inside barely had time to scream.

Ren (flat):"Entry secured."

Ramirez:"Keep moving! DELTA! Sweep and clear!"

They advanced fast, clearing room to room. The front battle covered their sound. It wasn't elegant—but it was deadly enough.

Ramirez (into comms):"Delta had sucessfully breaching in. Linking to central stairwell now."

High above, Lonnie frantically watched a flickering security terminal.

Lonnie (panicked):"They're in the west wing! Raiders on level two, fall back! Fall back!"

ISAC (allied channels):"Delta breach confirmed. Recommend flanking Jared via mezzanine. Team 404 en route."

Ramirez:"General—you've got a clear path. Push now or they'll dig in again."

The Lexington Car Factory burned around them—molten steel dripped from cracked pipes, and catwalks groaned under the strain of fire and impact. Raider corpses littered the walkways, riddled with precision gunfire and scorched from orbital mortar strikes. The shriek of twisting metal echoed as another section of the upper gantry collapsed.

At the highest point overlooking the turbine floor, Jared stood behind a makeshift command post of sandbags, shattered filing cabinets, and scrap barricades. His face was smeared with soot, blood, and desperation—but his eyes still burned with the fire of defiance. He held an RPG-7 like a prophet with a relic, the warhead tipped toward the smoke-choked breach where Charlie and Delta Teams now surged forward.

Two heavily modified auto-turrets flanked his platform, spitting bursts of gunfire down at any Minutemen who tried to climb.

HK416 ducked under the stuttering fire, hugging cover.

HK416 (to comms):"Turrets. Jury-rigged, high-caliber. They're buying time for Jared."

Jared (shouting):"Come on, Puppet Soldier! Or does your Dollmaster wipe your optics for you?!"

From below, UMP45 slipped between support beams and leapt to a catwalk just beneath Jared's overlook. She rose behind cover, cocky grin wide.

UMP45 (laughing from below):"Hey Jared! Bet your last girlfriend left you 'cause your RPG's the only thing compensating!"

Jared (snarling):"You synthetic whore—"

He fired. The RPG shrieked down. UMP45 rolled. The blast blew out a gantry and fried one turret—but she was already up, grinning.

UMP45:"HEY!!! Scratch my gun and I'll scratch your face off."

Below, Nate advanced through fire and steel, Delta and Charlie behind him. Sarah's T-Dolls flanked the gantries. Jared tried to reload—but the RPG jammed.

Sarah (through comms):"Last turret. Take it."

HK416 fired a clean burst. Sparks, fire—turret dead.

Nate (shouting):"Jared! It's over. Drop it and surrender!"

But Jared wasn't listening. His eyes were wild.

Jared:"No No NOO No! NOT LIKE THIS!!!!! This IS my city! MY FUTURE WAS SET, That witch saw it—said I'd rule!"

He stepped back toward a jerry-rigged panel. Red wires, explosive charges.

Jared:"Then we all burn!"

UMP45 lunged. G11 fired. Nate yelled—

Too late.

A flash. A roar.

The gantry vanished in a bloom of fire and light. Jared's body disappeared with it—no bones, no ash, just molten steel and silence.

The battle was over.

Sarah (quiet):"Not even a chunk of corpse left behind. He made sure of it."

She exhaled.

"Damn coward's end."

The smoke had begun to clear in Jared's Office. Fires still crackled along the rafters, but the worst was over. With Jared gone, and the last turrets silent, Charlie Team began swept the factory floor while Team 404 breached what remained of the upstairs command den.

HK416 knelt beside the scorched husk of a terminal, her fingers dancing across the half-melted interface.

HK416:

"Storage unit's fried, but the local buffer's intact. Pulling last logs now."

UMP9 (peeking over her shoulder):

"Oh Think he kept a journal? Something like 'Day 44: Still no visions, chems taste like chalk.'"

HK416:

"Oh it's worse."

The screen flickered, displaying a corrupted but legible entry.

[Encrypted Log – Jared | Corvega Command Node]

Date: October 19, 2287

Subject: The Sight

"She knew. Back in Concord. Said I'd become a monster—and I did. The chem drip doesn't bring it out. Only madness. But if she could See, then maybe I just need the right mind to crack it. The Sight is real. Murphy saw me. So I'll make her see for me. She's still alive—I know it. And if that Vault freak and the Dollmaster are sniffing around, they're after her too."

"No matter. The chem-hunters will bring her back, or die trying. If I can't unlock the Sight… I'll burn every other freak brain until I do."

G11 (flatly):

"Eeeew, that's creepy."

Sarah (arriving at the door):

"Print that. Bag it."

She stepped into the room, eyes scanning the symbols Jared had carved into the walls—spirals, warped eyes, lines of chems with names scrawled beneath them.

Sarah (cold):

"So he didn't want the sight power. He wanted certainty. He thought he could beat his fate."

UMP45 (mocking):

"Hump~! How'd that work out for him?"

Later that night,The Minutemen raised their banner atop a twisted girder near the Corvega sign. Preston's radio crackled as word spread: Lexington was liberated.

Only scattered raiders had fled into the outer zones. The feral ghouls, however, still clustered in tunnels and sewer drains. Patrols would mop them up in time. But for now, the city was theirs.

Starlight Drive-In – Mass Tent Briefing

Nate stood over a freshly unrolled map, its surface marked with hand-sketched routes, red circles, and scouting reports. Sarah stepped beside him, her posture more reserved than usual. In her hand, she held a small, folded scrap of parchment—its edges frayed, the handwriting uneven and faded.

Sarah (quietly):

"Mama Murphy gave me this. A message—spoken, not written. Told me not to share it until Lexington was ours."

Preston (raising an eyebrow):

"The Sight again? From back in Sanctuary Hills?"

Sarah (nodding):

"she said Nate's path—his quest—leads to the Big Green Jewel. I take that to mean the old baseball stadium. Diamond City."

Preston:

"Then we've got a long road ahead. So did she mention anything about the route?"

As Nate seeing Sarah shake her head

Nate (glancing at the map):

"She didn't, huh... we need to pass through three locations first. Typical."

Sarah:

"Each of them controls a vital corridor to the city. If we want to keep supply lines stable and build trust with the locals, we have to secure these three."

She pointed to the marked spots.

Sarah (continued):

"Graygarden—run by automated systems. Worth trying diplomacy.

Oberland Station—under siege, likely raiders or worse.

And Hangman's Alley... that one's crawling with scum. Tight quarters. Ambush zone."

Preston:

"I'll prep Bravo to hold Lexington and reinforce if needed. Charlie and Delta can move with you."