Fallout: Wasteland Doll Commander

Fallen leaves danced along the old railroad tracks, swept by autumn winds cutting through the ruins between Starlight Drive-In and Graygarden.

The convoy moved with purpose—General Nate at the front alongside Preston Garvey, flanked by Charlie and Delta Squads. In the shadows, Sarah and Team 404 moved with silently vigilance.

Graygarden rose ahead like a post-apocalyptic miracle: a fully automated hydroponic garden, overseen entirely by Mr. Handy units.

At their head hovered Supervisor White, her pristine white shell and clipped British accent giving her the air of robotic nobility.

Negotiations were brief but not without cost. Nate manage convinced Supervisor White to support the Minutemen—but only if they restored the garden's water supply, cut off by mutated threats at the Weston Water Treatment Plant.

Preston sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Preston: "Figures. Nothing ever comes easy."

Without complaint, Charlie Squad deployed to Weston under his lead. Just as they split, Nate's Pip-Boy hissed with static—then cleared with an urgent transmission:

"This is Scribe Haylen of Reconnaissance Squad Gladius to any unit in transmission range. Authorization: Arx. Ferrum. Nine. Five.Our unit has sustained casualties and we're running low on supplies.Requesting support or evac from our position at Cambridge Police Station.Automated message repeating…"

Sarah glanced at Nate.

Sarah: "Oh~ A Scribe? Then it's has to be Brotherhood of Steel's transmission."

Nate: "Aren't they your old friends?"

She folded her arms, eyes narrowing at the signal direction.

Sarah shaked her head: "Let's just say we've had… complicated talks. And with their leadership reportedly changing, I'm not keen on direct contact.,,,hmmm.... Not yet. Let your Minutemen handle this. It'll be good experience for them as anatomously."

Nate nodded.

Nate (activating comms): "Sergeant Ramirez, front and center."

Ramirez, a lean man with sharp eyes and a tighter uniform than most settlers, stepped forward and saluted. "General! Sir! Awaiting orders."

Nate scanned the skyline with binoculars, picking out movement through the broken remnants of College Square.

Nate: "It seem like Brotherhood of Steel Recon squad's holed up in the Cambridge Police Station. Delta will lead a sweep through College Square—expect heavy ghoul activity. Your objective is to secure the area and confirm the team's safety. You are not to enter the police station itself."

He continued

Nate: "You've got three Service Rifles and two Laser Muskets courtesy of the Division's supply to us. Conserve ammo. Keep your spacing. Maintain range advantage so you don't get overrun. "

Ramirez: "Understood, sir. What it need to be done?"

Nate: "Clear the ferals. Avoid escalation with the Brotherhood. Once the square's secure and confirm that the occupants are safe, then you may fall back to Graygarden."

Ramirez: "Copy that. Delta, form up! We move in five!"

As Delta Squad moved off, shadows stretching long in the fading light, Nate lowered his binoculars and looked to Sarah.

Nate (quietly): "You sure this is the right call?"

Sarah lit a cigarette, watching the horizon with unreadable eyes.

Sarah: "Let them think the Minutemen are stepping up," she said coolly. "Let the Brotherhood wonder who's really arming them.