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They simply went back to work and somehow, that was more reassuring than anything else.
Then the following morning, Freemasons Headquarters felt different.
Nothing had changed in the building itself.
The same reinforced walls surrounded the main meeting room. The same heavy doors opened onto the corridor outside. The same lights hummed overhead, and the same old Commonwealth maps covered the walls.
But everyone inside understood that they were standing at the end of something.
Preparation.
Planning.
Waiting.
All of it had brought them here.
Piper stood beside the communications table with several technicians surrounding her. The secure radio equipment had been arranged carefully across the surface, wires running between transmitters, signal amplifiers, backup batteries, microphones, and encryption units.
One technician adjusted a frequency.
Another watched the signal strength.
A third spoke quietly into a headset.
"Primary channel is clean."
"Run the backup."
"Backup channel is responding."
"Signal strength?"
"Strong across the Republic network."
Piper glanced toward the clock.
"How long?"
The technician checked his readings.
"Less than a minute."
Piper nodded.
Across the room, Sarah stood with Preston near the military communications station.
Neither spoke much.
They didn't need to.
Reports continued arriving from different parts of the Republic.
Garrisons confirming readiness.
Patrols confirming their positions.
Commanders acknowledging orders.
Settlement defenses reporting that they had been reinforced.
The machinery of mobilization was moving.
Quietly.
Methodically.
But it was moving.
Sico stood near the head of the table.
He looked around the room.
Jenny and Magnolia were seated together with supply reports spread between them. Curie was checking one final medical inventory while Mel stood nearby reading technical notes. Sturges had spent much of the morning moving between the infrastructure teams and the meeting room, making sure nothing essential had been overlooked.
The Republic had prepared for this.
For years, perhaps without knowing exactly when the moment would arrive.
Sico looked toward Piper.
"Piper."
She looked up.
"Have you contacted every congressman and congresswoman?"
"Every one."
"And they're informed?"
"They know war is coming."
Sico nodded.
"What did you tell them?"
"That they need to prepare their communities immediately."
Piper picked up a folder.
"Defensive positions. Emergency shelters. Evacuation plans. Food distribution. Civilian communication. Everything we've discussed."
"And the soldiers stationed there?"
"They've been instructed to remain on high alert."
"Ready for immediate deployment?"
"Yes."
"Reinforcement duty?"
"They know Headquarters can call them forward if necessary."
Sico nodded slowly.
"And they're not leaving their settlements uncovered?"
"No."
Piper's answer came firmly.
"They've been told to remain responsible for local security until replacements arrive or Headquarters gives them specific orders."
That was important.
Sico had no intention of repeating the mistakes of other powers.
The Republic would not mobilize its army by stripping its own communities bare.
"Good," he said.
Piper studied him for a moment.
"They're nervous."
"I know."
"So are the people receiving the messages."
Sico gave a faint smile.
"I'd be more worried if they weren't."
Piper nodded.
She understood.
Fear was not always weakness.
Sometimes it meant people understood what was at stake.
Sico turned toward Jenny and Magnolia.
"Supplies."
Jenny immediately closed the folder she had been reading.
"Food is good."
"How good?"
She exchanged a glance with Magnolia.
"Very good."
Sico raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds unusually optimistic."
Jenny smiled.
"We had an excellent harvest."
She spread several figures across the table.
"Grain, vegetables, preserved meat, brahmin products. Production exceeded projections across several agricultural districts."
Magnolia added, "And I purchased additional food from traders before mobilization began."
Sico looked between them.
"How much surplus?"
"Enough that we can support the military without immediately cutting civilian allocations."
"Immediately?"
Magnolia smiled.
"You've learned to listen for that word."
"I have."
Jenny pointed toward the storage figures.
"Our warehouses are already holding substantial reserves."
"And distribution?"
"Stable."
"Transportation?"
Magnolia answered this time.
"Covered by existing caravan contracts and Republic-controlled routes."
Sico leaned closer to the map.
"What happens if the Brotherhood hits one of those routes?"
"We reroute."
"How quickly?"
"That depends on where they hit."
Sico nodded.
"So we need alternatives."
"We have them."
"Enough?"
Magnolia hesitated.
"Enough for the beginning."
Sico noticed the distinction.
"And if this becomes a long war?"
"We'll have to adjust."
"Then we'll adjust."
Jenny nodded.
"There is one thing."
Sico looked at her.
"Some farms need additional protection."
"I assumed they would."
"The biggest producers are obvious targets."
Preston looked over from the communications station.
"Then we can't leave them exposed."
Sarah nodded.
"We've already identified the most important agricultural settlements."
Sico looked at the map.
"Add them to the priority defense list."
Sarah wrote it down.
"Done."
Sico turned toward Magnolia.
"And ammunition?"
Magnolia pushed another report across the table.
"Stable."
"How stable?"
"Our factories have been producing consistently."
"Current reserves?"
She gave him the figure.
Sico read it carefully.
"And production rate?"
Magnolia gave him the second number.
Sico calculated silently.
"So we can sustain initial operations."
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"With current consumption?"
She paused.
"Long enough to begin the war without immediately draining the reserves."
Sico nodded.
"Good."
He looked toward Curie.
"And medical?"
Curie finally looked up from her inventory.
"We are ready."
"How ready?"
"Ready enough to treat the wounded we expect from the opening engagements."
Sico's expression remained serious.
"That sounds cautious."
"It is."
Curie smiled gently.
"I would rather sound cautious before a battle than optimistic afterward."
Sico laughed quietly.
"Fair."
Curie continued.
"We have prepared stimpaks, antibiotics, surgical supplies, field dressings, pain medication, and emergency medical equipment."
"Blood?"
"Reserves are sufficient for the initial phase."
"And field hospitals?"
"Prepared."
"Civilian clinics?"
"Protected."
Sico nodded.
"No settlement loses medical capacity because we mobilized."
Curie smiled.
"Already accounted for."
For a moment, Sico simply looked around the room.
Food.
Ammunition.
Medicine.
Fuel.
Vehicles.
Soldiers.
Communications.
Infrastructure.
Everything had been built slowly over years.
None of it had appeared overnight.
The Republic had spent countless days repairing roads, expanding farms, training soldiers, building factories, establishing supply lines, reinforcing settlements, and creating systems that most people never noticed.
Now all of those ordinary decisions had become the foundation of a war effort.
Sico looked toward Sturges.
"Infrastructure?"
Sturges folded his arms.
"Ready enough."
Sico smiled.
"You sound like Curie."
"That's because she's smarter than me."
Curie looked up.
"I heard that."
Sturges grinned.
Sico laughed.
"Anything we're missing?"
"Spare parts."
"How many?"
"Never enough."
"Then order more."
"I already did."
"Good."
Sturges pointed toward the communications equipment.
"And backup generators."
"Covered?"
"Mostly."
Sico gave him a look.
Sturges sighed.
"I'll make sure the rest are delivered today."
"Thank you."
The room became quiet again.
One of Piper's technicians raised a hand.
"Primary transmission is ready."
Piper turned.
"Backup?"
"Ready."
"Emergency power?"
"Connected."
"Secure channel?"
"Encrypted."
"Range?"
"Republic-wide through the relay network."
Piper nodded.
Then she looked toward Sico.
He did not move immediately.
The microphone sat on the table.
It was an ordinary piece of equipment.
A small object.
Nothing impressive.
Yet everyone in the room knew what it represented.
Once Sico spoke into it, there would be no ambiguity.
No more quiet preparation.
No more pretending the Republic was simply observing the war.
The Brotherhood would know.
The Institute would know.
Every settlement would know.
Every soldier would know.
The Commonwealth would know.
Sico looked toward Sarah.
"Military channels?"
"Ready."
"Frontline units?"
"Ready."
"Settlement garrisons?"
"Ready."
"Armored forces?"
"Ready."
"Commandos?"
Sarah's expression changed slightly.
"Active."
Sico nodded.
Somewhere beyond the Brotherhood's lines, Robert, MacCready, and the Commandos were still moving through the shadows.
Their work had helped create this moment.
Sico hoped they understood what it had accomplished.
He turned toward Preston.
"Settlement network?"
Preston nodded.
"Every major settlement has received its instructions."
"And the smaller communities?"
"Same."
"Any refusing?"
"None."
Sico looked at him.
"Good."
Then he turned toward Mel.
"Institute intelligence?"
"Limited, but improving."
"Anything suggesting they know what we're about to do?"
Mel shook his head.
"Not yet."
Sico nodded.
That was good.
The Republic needed surprise.
Not forever.
Just long enough.
Piper stepped closer.
"Before we begin…"
Sico looked at her.
"There's something you should know."
"What?"
"The congressmen and congresswomen are already communicating with their local leaders."
"Good."
"They're nervous."
Sico smiled faintly.
"Everyone keeps telling me that."
"Because it's true."
He looked at the microphone.
"Let them be nervous."
Piper studied him.
"You aren't?"
Sico thought about the question.
"Yes."
Piper seemed surprised.
Sico continued.
"Anyone who isn't nervous about starting a war isn't someone I want starting one."
She smiled slightly.
"Fair."
Sico walked toward the table.
The room quieted completely.
He placed one hand beside the microphone.
For several seconds, he did nothing.
He looked across the room.
At Sarah.
Piper.
Magnolia.
Jenny.
Sturges.
Albert.
Mel.
Curie.
Preston.
At the commanders.
At the communications officers.
At the maps.
At the equipment.
At everything they had built.
Then his eyes moved toward the Commonwealth map.
The Brotherhood's positions were marked there.
So were the Institute's.
So were the Republic's.
And between them were homes.
Families.
Farms.
Factories.
Roads.
Markets.
Lives.
That was why he was doing this.
Not because he wanted the Commonwealth to become a battlefield.
Because he wanted the Republic to survive the one that already existed.
Sico finally sat down.
Piper took her position beside the communications equipment.
"Ready?"
The technician nodded.
"Ready."
"Backup?"
"Ready."
Piper looked at Sico.
He nodded.
The technician opened the transmission channel.
Static filled the room for a moment.
Then it disappeared.
A clean signal remained.
Piper looked at him.
Sico leaned toward the microphone.
For one final second, nobody breathed.
Then he spoke.
"Citizens of the Freemasons Republic."
His voice traveled through the network.
Across Sanctuary.
Across settlements.
Across farms.
Through military posts and administrative offices.
Into homes where people had gathered around radios.
Sico continued.
"Today, the Republic enters a new chapter."
He paused.
"The conflict between the Institute and the Brotherhood of Steel has already brought violence to our communities, our roads, and our people."
His voice remained calm.
"We have spent years building something different."
"A government."
"An army."
"Communities."
"Trade."
"Food production."
"Security."
"Most importantly, a future."
He looked down briefly at the map.
"We did not seek this war."
The room remained silent.
"But we will not allow the future of this Republic to be decided by powers that believe the Commonwealth belongs to them."
Piper watched the signal indicators.
Strong.
Stable.
Sico continued.
"The Brotherhood of Steel has chosen its path."
"The Institute has chosen its own."
"And now the Freemasons Republic chooses ours."
His voice hardened.
"As of this moment, the Freemasons Republic is officially at war with the Brotherhood of Steel."
The words seemed to hang in the room even after he spoke them.
Nobody moved.
Sico continued.
"Our military forces have been ordered to defend our settlements, protect our civilians, secure our supply lines, and respond to threats against Republic territory."
"We will not abandon our communities."
"We will not sacrifice our people carelessly."
"And we will not mistake aggression for strength."
He paused.
"The men and women of our armed forces have spent years preparing for this responsibility."
"Today, they begin."
Sico looked toward Sarah.
She gave a small nod.
He returned his attention to the microphone.
"To every soldier listening: you are not fighting simply for a flag."
"You are fighting for the families behind you."
"For the homes you return to."
"For the farms feeding your children."
"For the roads connecting our communities."
"For the people who believe tomorrow should be better than today."
His voice softened slightly.
"And to every civilian listening…"
He took a breath.
"Stay calm."
"Stay informed."
"Follow the instructions of your local representatives."
"Protect one another."
"Look after your families and your neighbors."
"This Republic was not built by one person."
"It was built by all of you."
He paused.
"And together, we will protect it."
Sico sat back.
The transmission continued for another second.
Then Piper reached forward and ended it.
The room remained silent.
No applause came.
No cheering.
There was no celebration.
Only the realization that something irreversible had just happened.
Sico looked around the table.
Sarah was already receiving incoming military acknowledgments.
Albert's technicians were tracking the transmission.
Piper watched the network lights.
Magnolia had already begun turning pages.
Jenny was checking agricultural reports.
Curie was speaking quietly with one of her medical officers.
Sturges was already asking an engineer about generator availability.
Preston stood over the settlement map.
The Republic had heard its President.
Now it had work to do.
Sico slowly stood.
"Sarah."
She looked up.
"Begin."
Sarah nodded.
She turned toward the communications officers.
"Send the mobilization orders."
The room came alive.
Headsets were lifted.
Orders transmitted.
Phones rang.
Maps shifted.
Folders opened.
The war had begun.
As the declaration did not remain inside Freemasons Headquarters for more than a few minutes.
The radio carried it farther than any messenger could have traveled.
By the time Sico had stepped away from the microphone, the words were already moving through the Commonwealth.
They entered kitchens.
Workshops.
Guard towers.
Caravan wagons.
Farmhouses.
Barracks.
Market stalls.
Settlement halls.
Some people heard the entire speech.
Others heard only fragments.
But the most important sentence traveled everywhere.
The Freemasons Republic was at war with the Brotherhood of Steel.
At Sanctuary, the announcement came through the public radio system mounted outside the administrative building.
A small crowd had gathered almost without realizing it.
Nobody had ordered them there.
They had simply heard Sico's voice and stopped what they were doing.
A carpenter stood with a hammer still hanging from his belt.
Two farmers had walked in from the fields.
A pair of guards remained near the road, rifles resting against their shoulders.
An elderly woman listened from beside a vegetable stall.
When Sico finished speaking, silence remained for several seconds.
Then someone finally said,
"So it's official."
The carpenter nodded.
"Yeah."
A younger man folded his arms.
"Wasn't it already?"
"No," the older carpenter replied. "There's a difference between preparing for war and saying you're at war."
The younger man looked toward the headquarters buildings.
"Think the Brotherhood will come here?"
Nobody answered immediately.
That question had been sitting inside thousands of minds since the broadcast began.
Eventually one of the guards spoke.
"Maybe."
The younger man swallowed.
"That supposed to make me feel better?"
"No."
The guard adjusted his rifle.
"Supposed to make you understand why we're on alert."
A few people laughed nervously.
Then the conversations began.
Some were frightened.
Some were angry.
Some were almost relieved.
And, perhaps surprisingly, a considerable number approved.
A farmer named Ellis put it plainly.
"They were always going to come for us eventually."
The woman beside him frowned.
"You don't know that."
"I know what they've been doing."
He gestured toward the road.
"They've got power armor. Vertibirds. Weapons. Technology. They keep talking about controlling dangerous technology."
He looked toward the radio.
"What do you think they see when they look at us?"
The woman didn't answer.
Ellis continued.
"They see Institute equipment. Factories. Scientists. Power armor. Weapons. Sensors. Everything we've built."
Another farmer nodded.
"Exactly."
"They finish their war with the Institute," Ellis said, "and then what?"
That question spread through the crowd.
What happened after the Institute?
What happened when the Brotherhood no longer had another enemy occupying its attention?
Would they simply leave the Republic alone?
Would they accept that an independent government had built an army using technology the Brotherhood considered too dangerous for ordinary people to possess?
Some believed they might.
Others didn't.
A woman carrying a basket of vegetables shook her head.
"Maybe Sico figured we'd have a better chance choosing when to fight."
The guard looked at her.
"That doesn't mean it'll be easy."
"No."
She tightened her grip on the basket.
"But at least we're not waiting for somebody else to decide our future."
That sentiment was repeated in settlements all across Republic territory.
Not everyone agreed.
Some families immediately began worrying about sons and daughters in uniform.
Some merchants feared losing access to distant markets.
Farmers looked anxiously toward the roads.
Parents began asking settlement leaders where the shelters were.
But alongside the fear came something else.
A strange sense of determination.
The Republic had spent years telling its citizens that they were building something permanent.
Now the population was being asked to defend it.
And many people were ready.
At a market several miles away, the announcement interrupted an argument over the price of brahmin feed.
The merchant stopped halfway through a sentence.
"What?"
A customer pointed toward the radio.
"Listen."
They did.
By the time the broadcast ended, the market had gone quiet.
Then everybody started talking at once.
"Trade routes are going to close."
"Not necessarily."
"The Brotherhood will hit the caravans."
"They'll hit military targets first."
"You don't know that."
"I know they need supplies too."
A caravan master stood beside his loaded brahmin and rubbed his forehead.
"Well," he muttered, "that's going to make my job interesting."
His assistant looked at him.
"You're still leaving?"
The caravan master looked down the road.
"Eventually."
"You're joking."
"No."
He sighed.
"People still need food."
That was the reality of war.
Even when armies mobilized, someone still had to move grain.
Someone still had to repair wagons.
Someone still had to deliver medicine.
Someone still had to bring tools to settlements.
Life did not stop simply because governments had declared war.
It became harder.
More expensive.
More dangerous.
But it continued.
At the farms, the reaction was more practical.
Local leaders gathered workers and explained the new instructions.
Additional guards were assigned to the largest agricultural plots.
Storage facilities were checked.
Emergency water supplies were inspected.
Some farmers moved equipment closer to defensible buildings.
Others simply looked toward the horizon.
One farmer asked,
"Are they really going to attack us?"
The settlement captain answered honestly.
"We don't know."
"That isn't reassuring."
"No."
The captain checked the rifle slung across his chest.
"But we're going to be ready anyway."
While at Republic military posts, there was no uncertainty.
The soldiers already knew what the declaration meant.
Orders arrived almost immediately.
Patrols increased.
Ammunition was issued.
Vehicles were moved into prepared positions.
Power armor crews began inspections.
Humvees were refueled.
Sentinel units received updated deployment instructions.
Communications teams switched to wartime protocols.
For many soldiers, the war had been something happening on maps.
Something discussed during briefings.
Something their Commandos had been fighting in the shadows.
Now it had a name.
And an enemy.
The Brotherhood of Steel.
A young soldier standing beside a transport vehicle looked toward his sergeant.
"So we're really doing this."
The sergeant tightened the strap on his helmet.
"We've been doing it for years."
The soldier nodded.
"Feels different now."
"It is."
The sergeant looked toward the road.
"Now they know we're coming."
As the news traveled beyond Republic territory.
And when it reached Brotherhood-controlled areas, the atmosphere changed immediately.
On the Prydwen, the first confirmation arrived through a communications station already overloaded with traffic.
The operator listened.
Then listened again.
His expression changed.
"Sir."
The officer beside him looked over.
"What?"
"We've received confirmation."
"Of what?"
The operator swallowed.
"The Freemasons Republic has declared war."
The officer stared at him.
"Against us?"
"Yes."
For several seconds neither man spoke.
Then the officer turned.
"Get this to command."
The message moved upward through the Prydwen.
Within minutes, officers were being summoned.
The airship's corridors filled with hurried footsteps.
Technicians abandoned routine maintenance.
Communications officers began pulling reports.
Commanders demanded updated maps.
Nobody had expected the Republic to remain neutral forever.
But the timing was terrible.
The Brotherhood was already under pressure.
The Institute was pushing against the main front.
Rear installations were being destroyed.
Supply routes were being attacked.
Camps were disappearing.
And nobody could reliably identify the force responsible.
Now Sico had openly entered the war.
The nightmare was no longer theoretical.
It was happening.
While there an emergency command meeting aboard the Prydwen began with Elder Arthur Maxson standing over the tactical table.
His face was controlled.
His anger wasn't.
Around him stood Paladin Danse, Proctor Quinlan, Proctor Ingram, Lancer-Captain Kells, Madison Li, and Paladin Brandis.
Large maps covered the table.
Brotherhood positions.
Institute advances.
Republic territory.
Supply corridors.
Garrison locations.
Damaged communication points.
Rear-area attacks.
Red markers showed locations where the unidentified Commandos had struck.
Maxson stared at them.
"How many?"
Quinlan answered.
"Initial estimates suggest the Republic can field a substantial force."
"That wasn't my question."
Quinlan looked down at his notes.
"How many can they deploy immediately?"
"Still calculating."
Maxson's eyes hardened.
"Calculate faster."
Quinlan nodded.
Danse stepped closer to the map.
"The Freemasons have been preparing for this."
Maxson looked at him.
"For how long?"
"Years."
"Speculation."
"No."
Danse's voice remained firm.
"I've seen their development firsthand."
He pointed toward Republic territory.
"They aren't a loose militia anymore."
Maxson's jaw tightened.
"What are they?"
Danse hesitated.
"An organized military power."
Silence.
Ingram broke it.
"And an expensive one."
She pointed toward several reports.
"Power armor requires maintenance. Vehicles require fuel and parts. Weapons require ammunition. If we're fighting them, we're going to need to supply everything we send."
Kells added,
"And move it."
He traced a route across the map.
"If we redirect too many units toward the Republic, the Institute gets another opening."
Maxson looked toward the Institute front.
"How bad?"
Quinlan answered.
"Bad enough that we can't ignore it."
A communications officer entered the room.
"Elder."
Maxson turned.
"What?"
"Another rear installation has gone dark."
The room became still.
"Where?"
The officer gave the location.
Quinlan immediately marked it.
Maxson stared at the new symbol.
"Again."
"Yes, Elder."
"Commandos?"
"We don't know."
Maxson's expression hardened.
"They're doing this deliberately."
Danse said nothing.
Madison Li remained silent as well.
But she knew exactly how deliberate it was.
And she knew something else that none of the others fully understood.
The Republic's attack had not begun today.
Today was simply the day it had become official.
Maxson looked at Danse.
"You know Sico's forces."
"Yes."
"What is their weakness?"
Danse thought carefully.
"They're still expanding."
"Meaning?"
"They have a lot of territory to defend."
Brandis spoke for the first time.
"That cuts both ways."
Everyone looked at him.
He continued.
"If they're protecting settlements, farms, factories, roads and supply routes, then they're vulnerable to pressure."
Ingram nodded.
"True."
Brandis shook his head.
"But don't mistake vulnerability for collapse."
Maxson looked at him.
"You think they'll hold?"
"I think they're prepared."
Brandis's expression was grim.
"And I think assuming they'll break because we're the Brotherhood would be a mistake."
That answer clearly irritated Maxson.
But he did not dismiss it.
Kells moved another marker.
"If we establish a defensive line here, we can contain the Republic's advance."
"And the Institute?" Maxson asked.
"Still active."
"Then we need more troops."
"Yes."
"From where?"
Kells didn't answer.
Everyone knew.
The problem was arithmetic.
There were only so many soldiers.
Only so many vertibirds.
Only so many power armor units.
Only so much ammunition.
Every soldier moved toward the Republic weakened another position.
Every soldier kept against the Institute left the Republic frontier vulnerable.
And the Commandos made rear security even more difficult.
Quinlan spread several reports across the table.
"Communications reliability has dropped."
"Because of sabotage?"
"Partly."
He tapped another report.
"Some commanders are receiving incomplete information."
Maxson stared at him.
"How?"
"Destroyed relay stations. Damaged transmitters. Patrols failing to report. Supply convoys disappearing."
Ingram added,
"And some of our maintenance teams are being diverted to recover equipment."
Kells looked frustrated.
"So we're fighting an enemy we can see, an enemy we can't see, and now another enemy we've just declared war on."
Brandis muttered,
"That's one way to describe it."
Maxson remained silent.
Madison finally spoke.
"The Republic's technological capacity should not be underestimated."
Maxson looked at her.
"Explain."
"They have access to equipment that most Commonwealth settlements could never produce."
She carefully chose her words.
"Advanced power systems. Institute-derived technology. Specialized weapons. Communications infrastructure. Manufacturing capacity."
Ingram nodded reluctantly.
"She's right."
Madison continued.
"If Sico has been preparing while we've been fighting the Institute, he may have accumulated more than we realize."
Maxson's eyes narrowed.
"You sound impressed."
"No."
Madison held his gaze.
"I'm warning you."
Danse looked toward her.
For half a second, their eyes met.
Nothing more.
No signal.
No acknowledgment.
Nothing that would reveal what lay beneath the surface.
But the hidden network existed.
Danse knew.
Madison knew.
And somewhere beyond the Prydwen, others waited.
If the Republic's offensive created enough chaos, they might finally have an opportunity.
Or they might all be destroyed.
Maxson pointed at the map.
"Enough."
Everyone became attentive.
"We cannot fight two fronts equally."
Kells nodded.
"No."
"So we establish priorities."
Maxson looked toward the Institute positions.
"We do not abandon this front."
Then he turned toward Republic territory.
"But we cannot leave the Republic undefended."
He pointed to several Brotherhood positions.
"Move forces here."
Kells immediately began calculating.
"How many?"
"Enough to establish a defensive line."
"From which sectors?"
Maxson looked at the map.
"Rear garrisons first."
Quinlan frowned.
"That will reduce security against further sabotage."
"I know."
"And if the Commandos strike again?"
"Then we deal with them."
Danse's expression remained unreadable.
Maxson continued.
"Critical installations remain protected. Supply routes receive escorts. The Prydwen maintains air support where possible."
Kells nodded.
"Vertibird patrols will need to be reorganized."
"Do it."
Ingram added,
"Power armor units need time."
"You have it."
"We don't have much."
Maxson looked at her.
"Then use what you have."
Ingram gave him a hard stare.
"We'll need ammunition shipments."
"Quinlan will coordinate them."
Quinlan nodded.
"And the Institute?"
Maxson's eyes moved back to the main front.
"We hold."
Brandis frowned.
"For how long?"
"Until we know what the Republic intends to do."
Danse knew the answer.
The Republic intended to attack.
The only question was where.
And when.
A new report arrived.
Another rear patrol had failed to check in.
The room fell silent again.
Maxson looked toward the communications officer.
"Find them."
"Yes, Elder."
The officer hurried away.
Maxson returned his attention to the map.
For years, the Brotherhood had believed that its greatest threat was the Institute.
Then the unseen attackers had begun tearing at its rear.
Now the Freemasons Republic had stepped into the light.
And behind all of it, another danger remained hidden.
Dissidents.
Men and women who no longer believed Maxson represented the Brotherhood they had once sworn to serve.
Danse knew how close they were.
Madison knew.
And if the Republic's offensive created enough pressure, the Brotherhood might fracture from within at exactly the wrong moment.
Maxson did not know that yet.
But he could feel that something was slipping beyond his control.
He looked across the tactical map.
"Begin the redeployment."
Kells straightened.
"Yes, Elder."
"Move the necessary forces toward the Republic frontier without exposing the Institute front."
Kells hesitated.
"That will be difficult."
Maxson's voice hardened.
"I didn't say it would be easy."
Orders began moving.
Communications officers transmitted new assignments.
Power armor units were alerted.
Vertibirds were prepared.
Transport crews began checking vehicles.
Supply officers recalculated ammunition requirements.
Commanders marked defensive positions.
Patrol schedules changed.
The Prydwen itself seemed to become more restless as the entire ship shifted toward wartime footing.
Men and women who had spent years believing the Brotherhood was the dominant military power in the Commonwealth now found themselves checking maps again and again, trying to understand how much ground they could afford to lose.
Outside, the Commonwealth stretched beneath them.
Somewhere far away, Republic soldiers were preparing to move.
Somewhere behind Brotherhood lines, Robert, MacCready, and the Commandos were still operating.
Somewhere within the Brotherhood itself, Danse and Madison's hidden dissidents waited.
And somewhere on the Institute front, the enemy that had started this war continued advancing.
Maxson remained alone for a moment after the others began leaving.
He stared at the tactical map.
The Republic's territory.
The Institute's positions.
The damaged supply routes.
The scattered red markers representing attacks nobody could reliably predict.
The Brotherhood had wanted to control the Commonwealth.
Now it was struggling simply to hold its lines together.
Maxson's hand tightened against the edge of the table.
The war had changed.
Not gradually.
Not quietly.
In a single declaration.
And for the first time, the Brotherhood of Steel was facing the possibility it had spent years trying to prevent.
A war on two fronts.
Above the Prydwen, engines began to roar as aircraft prepared for new patrols.
Below, soldiers moved toward transport bays.
Orders passed from officer to officer.
Weapons were checked.
Power armor was sealed.
Maps were replaced.
The Brotherhood was mobilizing.
And far beyond the airship's reach, across roads and settlements and fields that had spent the morning listening to Sico's voice, the Freemasons Republic was doing exactly the same.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint.
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