34 – The Ruins of San Francisco

34 – The Ruins of San Francisco

[A/N: I have been so busy that I actually have run out of advanced chapters for the cafe fic, rip. Going to have to fix that...]

Splitting up, Kyle took the freight elevator up to the surface into the Canteen, where he set some of the spare explosives he had to detonate within a few moments.Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com

When he stepped out, it was pure chaos as Soldiers hid behind cover as the camp's many turrets and automated defenses were turned inward, trapping every soldier inside.

Wasting no time, he armed a Plasma Grenade and rolled it right into a group of soldiers.

With a wave of green energy, those who were not wearing their issued power armor were liquified into a puddle, while those wearing power armor liquified on them, covering them in an agonizing prison that melted their flesh.

Taking no chances, he began firing upon those who still did not react with his plasma rifle.

While it took multiple shots to melt through any power armor, it was much more effective against those only wearing simple combat armor.

Annoyingly the Plasma Rifle has a momentary pause after every shot, making its speed quite slow, not to mention with the ammo cell only lasting twenty-four shots before emptying, the Plasma Rifle was actually slowly him down, so after the first ammo cell was emptied he simply tossed the rifle to the side and charged toward the soldiers who had begun firing at him.

With his Maxed Strength, Endurance, and Agility, the soldiers stood no chance as he managed to weave around the bolts of plasma with his speed before charging forward after drawing the Combat Knife, he took them all out one by one, with the Power Armor augmenting his strength even further, past the point of superhuman and to 'inhuman' levels of strength.

For those simply wearing combat armor, he didn't have to bother with the knife, as all he had to do was get a clean punch and shatter a person's ribcage and cause all sorts of internal injuries that proved quite fatal, as the bones of the ribcage typically ended up puncturing the heart.

With that group quickly dispatched, he grabbed one of the Plasma RIfles on the ground and dashed away from the scene, as not long after, an explosion completely destroyed the canteen and the surrounding area.

With Soldiers dying left and right, the compound of a hundred soldiers and personnel, quickly had its numbers drop to 80, then 70, and before even half an hour passed, more than half of the base had been wiped out by its own automated defenses and Kyle.

By the time reinforcements for the Enclave arrived from the Oil Rig, they were surprised to find over half of Camp Navarro was destroyed and in rubble, and more than half of the men stationed in the camp were dead, or injured.

The higher-ups were, of course, furious because of this setback, and became even more furies when they found out it was mostly done by one man, and that very man killed the base's commander, doctors, and scientists, and was responsible for a majority of the camp's causalities.

You see, the Enclave posed quite the threat to the wasteland, meaning, it shouldn't take too much effort to unite all of the factions against the Enclave, with the NCR being the easiest to convince, so long as he gave a good plan.

Sure, their troops would be almost useless in a battle, but they could be used as cannon fodder or a distraction if needed.

Was it cruel or cold-hearted? Yes.

But, it was war. Sacrifices and casualties were inevitable, especially against such a dangerous foe.

Kyle has seen what would happen to the wasteland if the Enclave were left alone, Shady Sands and the NCR in flames, settlements destroyed, and countless corpses of those just trying to get away.

If he could, he would try to deal with it by himself, but frankly, he found it to be impossible. He's raided the Oil Rig dozens of types now, with all sorts of builds and strategies, who knows? Perhaps all he needed was some allies.

It was a long drive, and with roads not having been maintained for decades, it was a very...rough ride.

Luckily, the Highwayman, a car he made sure to grab every playthrough due to its speed and ease of use, was able to somewhat handle the rough terrain that made up the wasteland.

Plus the added storage space, though he did have to worry about it getting stolen, he can't even remember all of the times he lost the Highwayman because of a thief, and it's caused him quite a few headaches, and he may or may not have killed quite a few people because of it.

Soon enough he arrived at the outer edges of the city, and making sure his geiger counter was out, made sure to avoid all of the more...irradiated areas that were left in the ruins of the city.

Of course, there were some rather stupid Feral Ghouls that ended up shambling out in front of his car and getting themselves run over, but other than that, he didn't come across any more complications.

When he did reach San Francisco, he hid the car and walked the rest of the way to Chinatown, one of the few things left of the city where people lived.

There were the Shi, the people who called Chinatown home, the Steel Palace, the capital of the Shi where the Emperor Mainframe stayed, the Docks where vagrants and children lived, with the old Posiden-Energy Tanker having become a small settlement, the Brotherhood of Steel outpost, then the Hubologists that lived on the Golden Gate bridge in some space ship.

Everything left was the ruins of the city, where mutated creatures, Feral Ghouls, and bandits called home and caused quite a bit of problem for those more...civilized still living in the city.

Walking toward the docks, Kyle was ready to begin his plans, and with the time it would take to complete them, the Enclave would have dropped their guard a bit, and never expect it coming.