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Fallout Game Merchant 2.0-Chapter 81: VI Family Brotherhood of Steel
Chapter 81 - VI Family Brotherhood of Steel
Elder Ron stood at the balcony of his Brotherhood of Steel headquarters, surveying the massive camp below. The once small Chapter he had built with Six as his military force, had transformed into a thriving, militarized community of thousands, all clad in the new Knightmare power armors or preparing to don the newest models.
The hum of machinery, the clank of armor, and the drilling of new recruits filled the air. In just under six years, this Brotherhood had grown to an extent no one could have predicted. And it was all part of Six's master plan.
Six's directives had been clear: rebuild the Brotherhood, not as a relic hoarding technology, but as a dominant force capable of ruling the Mojave. The recruitment process had been relentless.
Elder Ron sat at his desk, rubbing his temples as he stared at the latest member's census. Thousands. His Brotherhood Chapter had swelled beyond anything he had thought possible in less than six years, growing faster than even the original Brotherhood of Steel could have imagined.
Ex-NCR soldiers disillusioned with their corrupt leadership, tribal warriors who had lost their homes to raiders, and orphans left to fend for themselves in the wasteland—all found a place within the Brotherhood. The destitute and young, who had nothing left in the post-nuclear wasteland, joined willingly, seduced by the promise of stability, power, and a new life.
Following Six's grand strategy, the new Brotherhood codex wasn't just about physical dominance. Six had orchestrated an ideological shift within the organization. The new goal was to subdue wastelanders intellectually as well, ensuring they would become devoted subjects of what was slowly shaping up to be Six's empire. Ron had watched this transformation firsthand.
The Brotherhood became the lifeblood of the Mojave and provided everything: food, water, medicine, protection, education, and purpose. The wastelanders who had once wandered aimlessly now had a banner to follow. And follow they did—with unwavering loyalty to Six's Empire, drawn in by their promise of a future.
Six's codex preached not only physical dominance but intellectual control: education, propaganda, and indoctrination disguised as charity. The goal? Build a population dependent on the Brotherhood—a population that wouldn't just obey but believe in their rule.
The codex's core principle was simple:
"Control hearts and minds, and bodies will follow."
But despite all his efforts, there was a growing realization that Ron had to come to terms with—Six's daughter, Tanya VI, had garnered more respect and authority within the Brotherhood than even he and Six combined.
Tanya had become the sharpest and most feared mind in the Brotherhood. Her ruthlessness, strategic brilliance, and ability to manipulate people with a chilling lack of emotion had earned her the absolute loyalty of the Brotherhood's soldiers. Her youth was no deterrent—if anything, it enhanced her legend. She didn't demand respect; she commanded it.
Ron sighed, watching as Tanya barked orders to a squad of soldiers, all of them snapping to attention at her every word. It was unsettling to think that this child, no more than six years old in physical age, had already surpassed him in influence.
Soldiers listened to her without question, and officers followed her commands like they came from a divine oracle. Even Ron's highest-ranking Paladins seemed more eager to carry out her orders than his.
It wasn't hard to see why. Tanya had inherited her father's tactical genius but refined it with her own brand of ruthless pragmatism. She possessed the rare combination of intellect, charisma, and cold efficiency. When she spoke, soldiers hung on her every word. And when she gave orders, they were executed with terrifying precision.
Her tactical acumen was unmatched, and her efficiency on the battlefield had become the stuff of legend. Stories of her leading skirmishes against Legion scouts and raiders, always emerging victorious, had spread like wildfire throughout their territories. Her soldiers followed her with a fanaticism that Ron had never seen before.
It wasn't just her military prowess, though. Tanya had also mastered Six's strategy of mental subjugation. She understood that power was not just about having the biggest army or the most advanced weapons—it was about controlling the hearts and minds of the people.
She had personally overseen the education of the Brotherhood's recruits, ensuring that they not only learned combat tactics but also the new codex. Her influence was everywhere, from the training fields to the classrooms.
Ron knew that Tanya wasn't just following orders—she was building something of her own within the Brotherhood. He could see it in the way she interacted with the soldiers, in the way she methodically eliminated threats to her authority without so much as a second thought.
She was shaping the Brotherhood in her image, and that image was far more terrifying than anything Ron or Six had envisioned.
As he stood there, lost in thought, a voice interrupted his musings.
"Elder Ron."
A young knight called out, approaching him with a data pad.
"Tanya VI has requested a review of the next batch of recruits for advanced training. She's already sorted through them, but she wants your final approval."
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Ron chuckled bitterly to himself.
"Final approval?"
He muttered.
"Right."
He nodded to the knight.
"I'll take a look."
But as he turned, a sinking feeling settled in his chest. This Brotherhood of Steel Chapter, though built on his and Six's vision, was slowly becoming her Brotherhood. And Ron couldn't help but wonder if one day, she wouldn't need him or Six at all.
The wasteland was changing, and Tanya VI was at the center of it. Whether that was a good thing or not... well, only time would tell.
Tanya VI sat in her office, a dark gleam in her sharp, blue eyes, her small fingers tapping rhythmically against the cold steel of her desk as she reviewed the arrest reports from the Black Box Lie Detectors. The results were staggering.
Spies from the Legion, NCR double agents, smugglers working with raiders, thieves pilfering Brotherhood supplies, and—most troubling—traitors within their own ranks. The new lie detection system had proven brutally effective, and Tanya had made sure no one was above suspicion.
Every confession, every detail extracted, was cataloged and stored for future use. She had even put herself and her family through the test, not out of mistrust but as a demonstration of her commitment to the cause.
She shifted in her chair, her small hands flipping through the reports with mechanical precision. When she used the device on herself, it confirmed she harbored no hidden motives. However, it hadn't spared her from her mother Rebecca's wrath when Tanya insisted the detector also be used on her parents.
Rebecca had spanked her soundly for daring to put her and Six through the process, but that punishment had come with a silver lining. Her mother had been absolutely delighted to discover that her father Six had never looked at another woman, confirming that she alone held his heart.
"Worth it."
Tanya whispered to herself with a small, satisfied smirk as she rubbed her aching behind.
Everything seemed to be falling into place. Their territories had been cleared of spies. Their territories were thriving. Their Brotherhood's army ranks were growing stronger with each passing day. The wasteland was beginning to bend to their VI family's will. But, as always, good things didn't last long in the Mojave.
She looked up from her reports as a knight burst into the room, saluting with military precision.
"Commander Tanya! Urgent news Ma'am."
Tanya's eyes narrowed.
"Report, soldier."
The knight stepped forward, holding out a data slate.
"Our scouting party near Sloan inspecting the Glowing Sea were ambushed. They were taken by surprise but they subdued their attackers and captured the survivors. After interrogation, the prisoners they captured in the skirmish revealed that the attack had been ordered by Head Paladin Hardin from the Hidden Valley Brotherhood Chapter."
Tanya's expression hardened. Hidden Valley.
She read through the report, her lips thinning as she absorbed every detail. The scouting party had been gathering intel on the Glowing Sea status, and new creatures popping out when they were intercepted by a squad of heavily armed knights. After interrogation, the captured scouts confirmed that the attack had been authorized by Hardin himself. This was a clear declaration of hostilities.
Her mind raced. The Hidden Valley's Chapter had always been more traditional—stubbornly clinging to the old Brotherhood ways of hoarding technology and shunning outsiders. They had never approved of the new Brotherhood's expansion under her father's guidance, viewing Ron's Chapter as a disgrace. And now they'd crossed a line.
Tanya's mind began racing, her sharp intellect working through the potential fallout of such an attack. The Brotherhood Chapters had always maintained a tenuous peace, but this move by Hidden Valley could ignite a civil war, one that would threaten the delicate balance her father had worked so hard to build.
Hardin's vision of the Brotherhood—hoarding technology and refusing to adapt to the new world—was the antithesis of her father's, who sought to harness the Brotherhood's power to unite the wasteland and create order through shared prosperity and strength. Now, the Hidden Valley Brotherhood Chapter had crossed a line.
Tanya knew that allowing this affront to go unanswered would be seen as a sign of weakness. Hardin had underestimated her and her Chapter's resolve. A message needed to be sent, one that would resonate not just with the Hidden Valley Brotherhood, but with any who dared challenge their authority.
She glanced at the list of captured prisoners once more, her eyes narrowing as a plan formed in her mind. The Black Box Lie Detectors had provided irrefutable proof of the prisoners' guilt and their loyalty to Hardin. She now had the justification she needed to act.
But this wouldn't be a simple retaliation. Tanya VI didn't believe in blunt force; she believed in efficiency. A surgical strike, targeting Hidden Valley's leadership and its resources, would cripple them without dragging the entire Mojave into conflict. She would handle this as she handled everything else—with cold precision and zero tolerance for failure.
Tanya stood up, her childlike frame casting a long shadow across the room as she stepped out to address her officers. Her voice, though small, carried the weight of authority that no one dared question.
"Prepare our forces. We're going to deal with Hardin and his Brotherhood."
She ordered, her voice cold as steel.
The knight saluted and hurried off to carry out her command, knowing full well that once Tanya made a decision, there was no turning back.
As Tanya prepared for the mission, a part of her couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Hardin had made a grave mistake in underestimating her. By the time she was finished, there would be no Brotherhood that wasn't loyal to the ideals of her family.
Hidden Valley would learn that their traditionalist ways had no place in the new Mojave order her family was building—one where there was no room for dissent or division, and where any threat to her family's empire would be crushed before it had a chance to grow.
Level: 19
NAME: Six VI
GENDER: MALE
STRENGTH: 25
PERCEPTION: 16
ENDURANCE: 35
CHARISMA: 17
INTELLIGENCE: 16
AGILITY: 20
LUCK: 18
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BARTER: 100
ENERGY WEAPONS: 36
EXPLOSIVES: 36
GUNS: 100
LOCKPICK: 39
MEDICINE: 100
MELEE WEAPONS: 39
REPAIR: 100
SCIENCE: 100
SNEAK: 39
SPEECH: 85
SURVIVAL: 39
UNARMED: 39