Fallout: Crimson Legion Vol.1

Chapter 11: Hold the Line

   Alan's 15th Armored Infantry Core had done all they could within a week to fortified the border. Their forces were spread thin along the Kentucky border and without any air power, the enemy could over run their positions and force them back into Indiana. They did have one ace in the hole though and that was the mortar and artillery teams along the Indiana border. They knew that there were no reinforcements, nor air support as they were redirected towards the forces fighting in Ohio. They had only one order and that was fight to the last man, so failure was not an option.

Alan stood on the wall of the recently named Fort Empire. He watched the massing force in front of him and knew the odds were slim. Reports from spotters say that there were Slavers mixed in with the Raiders and that their numbers were in the hundreds. He also spotted some poorly hidden artillery pieces and homemade tanks. He quickly ordered his finest snipers to target the gunners of those pieces of artillery, knowing how important they could be to the Crimson Legion if taken with little damage.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Alan gave the snipers orders to fire when ready. After the first few gunners went down, he ordered the artillery guns to bring down the rain and to aim for the homemade tanks. The screams of the dying and the explosions of the enemies' tanks did little to stop the charge that was going to happen. The 15th Armored Infantry Core and the 5th Armored Core didn't wait for any orders and opened fired at any enemy that got within range. Alan lifted up Salvation and emptied clip after clip into the charging forces.

The harden warriors didn't even flinch or gag as large numbers of Raiders were turned to goo or blown to bits by high explosive shells. Even with all that fire power, the enemy forces kept getting closer and closer to their defensive positions. They started to take losses, two tanks had been hit and went up in flames. The wounded and dead started to slowly pile up, some even refused to stop fighting. Alan feared that they would soon be over ran, but refused to turn tail and run.

Out of the corner of his eye, Alan noticed that his left flank was dangerously close to be over ran and leapt over the wall. He rolled as he landed and jumped into a foxhole with a .50cal machine gun in it. He grabbed the gun's grip and started to fire, barely noticing a wounded soldier crawling up the side of the foxhole with a 10mm pistol in his hand. He glanced to his right as he heard pistol fire and nodded his head slightly to the wounded soldier. Even with his help, the line got even closer to being over ran.

Out of nowhere, a frag grenade landed into the foxhole. With barely seconds to react, the wounded soldier leapt onto the grenade just seconds before it exploded, sending Alan to the side and his body flying out of the foxhole. Alan felt a single tear escape before standing up in rage and grabbing the damaged .50cal machine gun. He leapt out of the foxhole and charged forward, mowing down countless enemies before the gun jammed. He tossed aside and pulled out Damnation and Oblivion while continuing his charge. Within seconds he was among them, slashing limbs off and mowing enemies down with Damnation.

Just as all hope was about to be lost and their commander about to be over ran, two A10s streaked in and mowed down the remaining enemy forces. When the last enemy soldiers were killed, the whole line erupted in cheers. Alan slowly walked back to the foxhole and picked up a slightly damaged 10mm pistol. Written into the side of the gun was Liberty. Alan held onto the pistol as a few tears slid down his cheeks. He would always honer the brave man that had saved his life that day.