In the days leading up to October 23rd, 2077, the people working in Corvega parked their cars either on the west side of the factory, using the main entrance to quickly access the offices, and then either go through the ground floor or use an elevator to the third floor. The second option, which most of the workers used, was to park on the east side of the factory, then use the over-ramp to go from the parking lot and shipping yard, to walk through the upper catwalk section on the third floor to get to their station.

Now, there were three ways to get to the offices where the Corvega Raiders were holed up, conserving ammo for their last stand and stockpiling every resource left. The assembly area, which was now occupied by Sully Mathis and the Thicket Raiders. Spread through the parts manufacturing, the Assembly Line, and the Final Assembly Area, five of Sully's men were playing the waiting game against the last of the raiders who barricaded themselves in the offices.

Cray, allied with Sully, worked towards demolishing the walls along the hallway leading from the ground floor Main Entrance to the Final Assembly Area. This hallway ran parallel with the hallway in the offices, with only a wall made of wood supports, filled with wiring and drywall to separate them.

They weren't waiting in vain, almost immediately they prepared explosives to blow holes through the makeshift barricades made from wooden desks and cheap office dividers that were used to create cubicles.

The number of raiders for Corvega started at thirty that morning, when Lonnie, Trevor, Duke, Badmaw, Trinket, Devon, Noah, and Parkin left for the Super-Duper Mart, leaving 22 raiders to protect the entire Corvega factory. When Sully attacked, seven of the raiders were in the apartment building next door, while three were manning the main entrance, four in the shipping yard and suspended walkway leading to Parts Manufacturing.

Every single one of the raiders outside of the factory was killed. When Sully and the Thicket Raiders breached the factory, they killed three more and lost two of their own. From Sully's original sixteen men, counting himself as well, they numbered thirteen by the time Marin, Rendo, and Jupiter realized what was going on and retreated to the Offices. Of the thirteen, four of the Thicket Raiders were still in the apartments next door, providing long-range fire for anyone else they saw and keeping the main roads clear.

Of the thirty, Duke, Devon, Noah, and Parking were dead, meaning there was only Rendo, Marin, Jupiter, Lonnie, Trevor, Badmaw, Trinket, and then Valik and Corbin left alive.

With Lonnie, Trevor, Badmaw, and Trinket boxed in at the Super-Duper Mart, the parking garage was flooded with ghouls. While the entrance to the market was clear, they were in no better position to get back to the factory without being spotted by the snipers.

The main reason they left in the first place was to find food, and hopefully some ammo, but fighting Feral Ghouls inside the market diminished their rapidly dwindling supply of combustion ammo down to four, 5.56 rounds for their assault rifles.

All they found in the market was a dead Minuteman's Laser Musket, with 3 energy cells and ten shots to each cell, and his 10mm pistol with 9 rounds, followed by a .22 revolver with 5 rounds.

Forty-eight shots between four guns.

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The Thicket Raiders were barely able to get the first round of explosives in place when Rendo, Jared's cook, threw bottles of chemicals at them. With two chambers inside the containers that mixed on impact, the first skirmish had Rendo throwing bottles of Bleach and Ammonia, smoking the Assembly Area and Main Entrance out with Mustard Gas.

One bottle broke over the Thicket Raider's face, blinding and gagging him as Rendo threw seven more bottles into the Assembly Area. The chemicals formed the deadly cloud of toxic gas that made him turn and run, choking and coughing and heaving for fresh air.

Jupiter ripped out the fire suppression pipes, water lines that were supposed to spray water in case of a fire, but they stopped working long ago. Down they came from the ceiling, and with Rendo's guidance, was being filled with sugar cubes from the coffee break room, motor oil, and the last of their alcohol.

They stuffed one end of the pipe with a rag, poured everything in, and shook it all together, making a molotov cocktail mix that would stick to any surface.

The Corvega raiders inside the offices were down to their last clips of ammo as well, but with the barricades in place and not enough confidence that they could get a killing shot, they were saving the last of their bullets for when the Thicket Raiders eventually broke in.

Defensively, they were cornered, sooner or later, the Thicket raiders would just knock down sections of the wall running parallel to the hallway, and then blast their way in.

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The four surviving raiders in the Super-Duper Mart were at crossroads.

"It's over. Corvega's done for." Lonnie said after being told by Trevor about Duke and Devon's deaths.

Trevor didn't want to admit it either, but the thoughts were weighing heavily on his mind. He wanted to rouse them, inspire a bit of confidence that would lead them to take back Corvega, but with only four guns, and a handful of ammunition, they took one look at the shopping cart full of canned food scavenged from the delivery truck, and then stopped to ask themselves if returning to the factory, potentially dying, killing the Thicket Raiders, and saving the others, only to be in a worse position than when they started the day, was worth it.

"Option A," Lonnie said to Trevor as he paced in front of the check outstand. After running from the ghouls, he was still too on edge to sit down. "We fight our way back, rescue whoever's left, and hope we don't die along the way. We don't know how many guys there are, but if you say they got our lookout tower, and you say you heard shooting from the factory, we all know that there was only a little bit of ammo left, so our guys could only hold out for so long."

"Option B, we say goodbye to Corvega. We either band together, or split up and take equal portions of food, and say 'that's it.' Honestly, finding another gang, or starting over fresh doesn't sound too bad. Two weeks ago, we had sixty. Now what? Ten? People notice this type of shit, and this is why some other gang came outta nowhere to fucking finish us off!"

"How's it going to sound tomorrow when you don't get your fix, Lonnie? When do you start getting the shakes? Hell! I'm getting the shakes just thinking about the fucking mounds of drugs sitting in Jared's office." Trinket said.

Lonnie clenched her legs together, looking to Trevor, and he too was wishing for a couple of Mentats to clear his headache that was forming. On top of the Jet he wanted to smoke as well, but he had a few spares in his pocket. The dragons he chased were chained for now, but they would get out of their binds, and sooner or later, he would chase them again.

They knew they couldn't stay there for long with the horde of Feral Ghouls outside in the parking lot, but getting back to the factory and dealing with the snipers along the way would spell their deaths.

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Sensing the violence was like smelling a burning cigarette in the air with no humidity, it lingered, spread over a large area, and didn't want to lift itself. The wildly changing emotions from those being attacked and the absolute aggression from those attacking were palpable to the Changeling. Meathead felt the deaths of twenty-three people in the span of an hour all coming from Lexington, and countless more ghouls. It made him uncomfortable, and the muscles in his legs tense, but Meathead was sure he could quietly guide Piper to the Super-Duper Mart, deal with any ghouls, raiders, or other critters milling about, get Piper registered, and then teleport the two of them to Cambridge before realized they were ever there.

But, blood in the air assaulted Meathead's senses. The gunshots echoing from the apartment buildings, and the shooting coming from the Corvega plant was alarming to the Changeling.

Piper's questions about what was going on in Lexington were only partially answered, Meathead didn't know who was fighting who, or if they should get themselves involved, but after ten minutes of silence, slowly walking towards the Super-Duper Mart by navigating behind houses through the suburban neighborhoods, staying off the streets and putting as much cover between them and any tall buildings, Meathead came to a fence and crouched down.

"<One more house lot, and then we'll be at the Super-Duper Mart, but right now I can tell there's...four of them left inside, and they're all scared and angry, they know more about what's going on than I do>."

"Should we help them, or shoot them?" Piper asked.

"<I don't know yet, but I'm thinking we might be able to help these people.>"

"How?"

"<I think they're scavengers, getting picked off by the raiders at Corvega.>"

"Okay, so a rescue mission, I can get behind that. Better than Nate arming and helping every raider he was coming across." Piper said, voicing her displeasure at Nate's actions.

"<Nate's got a big plan, but I'll defend my friend later. Right now, we need to get a little closer to the market, but I'm detecting a lot of ghouls nearby. I think if we went south, and hugged the wall of the market, we could get in through the loading bay or even the front door.>"

"I know there are some windows in the back of the super-market that are already smashed out, I remember seeing it a while ago. We could get in that way."

"<We don't want to scare these people either. People who feel like they're trapped don't respond well to surprises.>"

"Then how would you snap them out of it?"

"<...Well, we eliminate the source of stress.>"

"How do we do that?"

"<The people inside are probably staying hunkered down because of the ghouls outside, so...let's go kill those ghouls and see what happens.>

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Meathead pulled two shotguns from his pocket dimension, and enough 12-gauge shells to stuff both Piper's coat pockets and his own until they were overflowing. Four rounds, plus one more in the barrel, to take on over a dozen ghouls.

"<I'll fire everything I have first, then while you're firing, I reload, and we switch off between firing and reloading. Sound good?>"

Piper nodded, turning the shotgun over in her hands, testing the pump, and getting a feel for the weapon. She ejected a shell, then picked it off the ground and reloaded it. The click-Clack of a shell into the gun was audible, "Feels a little stiff."

"<That's from it sitting for two hundred years.>"

"Okay, I'm ready."

"<Let's go.>"

Leaving the fences and safety of the urban neighborhood, they came to the North wall of the Super-Duper Mart. It was completely brick, and the shadows were cast over them as they crept along to the West. Turning his head around the corner, the horde was gathered by the parking garage doors leading into the market, with a few wandering in absent-mindedness.

"<I'm switching cover, If they get too close, I'm running up into the parking garage. You, run straight across on the ground level, and head for the staircase at the far West end of the garage, then go up. Got it?>"

"Got it."

Meathead sprinted across to the cement pillar making up the corner of the parking garage. Patting his chest, he then pulled a molotov cocktail from the pocket dimension as well. Taking a lighter to it, the rag on the end burned, flaming up. Using his magic, he lofted it up over the ghoul's heads, to where he thought the tightest grouping of them were, then slammed the bottle down into the crowd.

The effect was immediate, firing off his barrage of shotgun shells in all of seven seconds, the burning mass of Feral ghouls spun in all directions, howling and screaming, thrashing at the flames as they looked for the source.

Ducking behind the column, Piper turned the corner and fired off three shells when the gun locked on her. "Fuck! Jam!"
Beating the stock against the ground, she yanked on the pump, trying to dislodge the spent shell.

Meathead reloaded as fast as he could, feeding one shell into the barrel, while Piper dealt with her issue. "<Switch guns!>"

Dropping the shotgun, she pulled out her Sten II and fired into the crowd of Feral Ghouls.

Meathead finished reloading and kept firing. The swiftness of how quickly they were eliminating the Feral Ghoul threat didn't leave much time for them to react, a few stumbled towards them, but were shot down by the impact of hot lead bearings tearing apart their torso and skull.

The rending of shriveled flesh parsed by droplets of congealed blood spread across the ghoul's bodies as they were hit sprayed across the concrete and pavement.

They held their ground, even as three flaming ghouls with most of their skulls burnt away and their legs on fire snarled and screeched, lunging at them with muscles that failed underneath them. Their awkward steps from ligaments that barely worked caused them to stagger, allowing time for Piper to shoot them, and for Meathead to blast them away with another shotgun shell.

In a minute, all nineteen Feral Ghouls were dead, some of their corpses still burning from the initial burst of flame.

"You think they heard us?" Piper asked, putting one finger to her ringing ear.

"<They heard us...but so did a group of raiders up in the apartment building near the factory.>"

"So what next?"

"<We take the initiative and say hello.>"

Reloading the shotgun, Meathead went to Piper, accepting the jammed shotgun, and then using his magic to rip the shell out and force the pump to retract. From there, they walked around the building to the front entrance where Meathead knocked loudly.

Tap-tap-tap-TAP-TAP. Butting the barrel of the shotgun against the glass display windows, it the glass rattled in the frame.

"<Hello? Vault-Tec. Calling. We know you're here, we took care of your ghoul problem.>"

Trevor and Lonnie were both hiding behind the cash registers and checkout stands, they exchanged glances, head nods, and head shakes, both settling on nodding their heads. Trevor turned to Badmaw and pointed two fingers up towards the ceiling, then to Trinket, keeping his hand flat and waving it down.

"Yeah. We're here. What do you want?" Lonnie shouted out.

"Right now, all I want is to talk. I came to offer help. A lot of people died in the last half hour, I want to know if you need help.>"

Badmaw poked his head out, seeing the blue Vault suit and the 111 on Meathead's chest. "That's the fucker who shot up Concord!" Coming out of cover, he aimed the 10mm pistol at Meathead.

Calmly and slowly walking out of the door frame, he was ordered to stop by Lonnie and Trevor both coming out of cover with their guns raised.

"Hands up!" They shouted, "Don't move another muscle."

Meathead took quick stock of their weapons, an assault rifle, a laser musket, and as Trinket came out of cover, a .22 caliber revolver.

"Damnit! I'm the one holding the gun around here, is it worth all your lives to shoot the guy tryin' to help the bleeding lot of you?" Seeing through the dark interior, it was difficult to make out their faces at first, but Meathead recognized Lonnie.

"Wait a second, I know you." He said, digging through his memories for a name. He pointed at the woman standing next to Trevor and asked, "Lonnie?"

She doubled down, aiming her sights at Meathead. "How do you know my name?"

"<You match a description that a raider gave me. Grumble- Gristle!>" Meathead corrected himself, "<That's his name.>"

"Oh yeah? Where is he? Did you kill him too?"

"<I shot him after he tried to rob me, but that was then and this is now, and right now, unless there's anything more pressing than driving out the other raiders that are killing a path through Corvega as we speak, then you don't have time to fuck around with who killed who, and should listen to what I have to offer.>"

Meathead raised his gun, ready to fire. Piper was aiming her shotgun barrel through the broken window in the front, aiming Lonnie and Trevor.

The standoff lasted ten seconds, when Trevor said, "Alright," Pointing his gun up to the ceiling. "What do you have to say?"

"I've got enough guns and enough ammo to take out every raider from here to Diamond City. All I need to know is who is with you. From what I understand, you're down a few members and low on ammo."

"Yes," Lonnie said, stepping forward. "We are. The gang that came for us, we think they came from the North. They've got a few shooters up in an apartment building near the Factory that gives a good lookout down the main and side streets. It covers the shipping yard, the walkway, and the main entrance. If we tried going around, we would be spotted and they would know which way we were coming from and could mount a defense, trapping us.

"<I'll deal with the snipers, you take the guns and save your friends.>"

Trevor suspected something wrong, "What's the cost?"

"<Cost?>" Meathead saw the barrel of Trevor's gun raise a few degrees towards him. "<Some day, and that day may never come, I'll call upon each of you to do me a service in return.>" He replied.

"What kind of service?"

"<I give you the tools for vengeance...so in return, I'll need you to be the tools of my protection. That is all I can tell you now. Do you accept?>"

Trevor looked to Lonnie, she was shaking her head, Trinket was ready to pull the trigger and Meathead new it. Badmaw never let his gun fall for a moment, but they didn't see Devon and Duke murdered in front of them. They didn't have to run back and tell them Corvega was under attack.

"Where're the guns?"

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Rendo took two thermometers and broke them into a beer bottle, taking a welding torch and heating it, the mercury grew hot, and then he took Abraxo cleaning solution and added sodium.

He had no idea what he was making, all he knew was that it would burn like fucking hell if it touched anyone's skin. When Sully's gang finally took fire axes and started bashing through the wall, Rendo took an air pump for a bicycle and taped one end to the pipe he was mixing in and blasted the hot concoction at the raider's faces, blinding them. They screamed and dropped the axes, following up by three gun barrels shoved through the hole and entire clips of ammo unloaded into the offices. The bullets chewed up the desks and cubicle dividers, splintering wood, then nine bullets caught Marin in the chest.

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Meathead was silent, motioning for the others to get ready to run.

A drainage pipe from the factory with the Railroad call sign pointing into the tunnel was three blocks away, but the shooters were still on high-alert ever since Meathead and Piper shot down the ghouls. Tapping Badmaw on the shoulder, "<Go.>"

Focusing all his attention on the four shooters, the hardest part of timing was how fast each of the Corvega raiders could run. "<And Go.>" Trinket ran across the open space, the shotgun in her hands and the shells bouncing in her pocket. Three fell out and clattered to the ground, she froze, unsure of herself at the moment and tempted to pick them up off the ground.

"<KEEP RUNNING!>" Meathead shouted, his eyes glowed green for a moment, and high above their heads, the barrel of the rifle pointing at Trinket was tilted a few degrees down. The bullet rang out, striking the ground, sending Trinket scurrying for the next sign of cover.

Trevor and Lonnie were now helpless to watch as three more guns fired at Trinket. She made it in front of a low concrete barrier and was forced to lay down, but now she was trapped.

The angle from the roof made it easy to see Trinket, and she was shot in the back once, then a crackle of bullets pierced her backside. She flinched from the first bullet and thrashed as two more bullets cut through her back and spine, afterward she was dead, but the bullets kept hitting her from above. Riddled with over two dozen bullets, the snipers finally relented and stopped firing.

"<Shit. Alright. Stay here. It's time I fulfill my end of the bargain. Make sure she doesn't move until I say it's clear, or they look like they're about to make a move.>"

Meathead stormed up to the closest building, bashing out a covered up window and breaking in. While Trevor and Lonnie looked through the hole to see what his plan was, Meathead turned the first corner around a wall he could find, and disappeared in a flash of green light and a loud 'POP!'

Straight to the top floor, then two more teleportation jumps, and Meathead was three floors below the shooters. He took canisters of used motor oil and drenched the floor, the walls, furniture, doors, and hallways. Working upwards, he climbed the stairs, dousing those in spent oil as well, until the third and second floors from the top of the apartment building were completely coated. Setting fire to the oil, it spread back down the stairs, slowly catching everything on fire, but once it took, the apartment floors smoked and burned. Barring the exit down the stairs, the shooters on the top floor were trapped.

Satisfied, Meathead teleported himself down floor by floor, setting rooms on fire as he went down.

By the time the shooters realized the building was on fire, every floor was set ablaze.

Black smoke poured through the windows, and as Meathead returned to the gang members in the street, he held his hands up and outward. "<They'll be preoccupied.>" But his body language spoke volumes as well, What more do you want?

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Rendo overdid it this time, taking rust, and aluminum shavings, he ground them up with the butt of his handgun, mixing in whatever he could with whatever was left. Abraxo Cleaner, Ammonia, motor oil, and then lighting the composition on fire, he barely was able to throw the dish it was all contained in when the chemical batch exploded in his hands, killing him immediately, and choking Corbin to death with a toxic cloud. Valik and Jupiter were the only raiders left alive, but only because they ripped off their shirts and doused it in water. Wrapping their damp shirts around their heads as they held their breath, it was the only thing keeping them breathing.

Their skin stung from wooden splinters breaking off from bullets turning every surface in the Office into shrapnel. They were at the far end of the office, near the Main Entrance, while Rendo and Corbin were near the Final Assembly doors. The sounds of their chemistry bombs backfiring was music to Sully Mathis' ears.

Four Remington 870 Pump-Action shotguns, and a pocket full of shells for each of them.

They took the same route Sully Mathis and the Thicket Raiders took when that group stormed Corvega in the first place. Two Thicket Raiders were posted in the Parts Manufacturing Area, there weren't as many bodies as there was one week ago, making it easier for Meathead to know the exact location of everyone in the building. Calmly easing the door open, he glanced through the sliver of visibility through the door, even though he didn't need to. Holding up two fingers, then pointing to the left and right sides of the hallway, they breached the Parts Manufacturing and shot them.

Jupiter and Valik dragged everything they could to barricade themselves in a private office, desks, chairs, filing cabinets, computers, all the time Rendo, Marin, and then Corbin spent making bombs, Jupiter and Valik were building a small fortress they could barricade themselves in. Half the office floor was now empty, and the only thing keeping Sully and the seven raiders left was a wooden wall that his men were taking no time in demolishing, now that the chemical assault had stopped.

One raider in the Assembly Line shouted after hearing the shotguns, sprinting for the Offices. He was shot in the back and fell dead on the ground, close to the bodies of two Corvega raiders. Trevor, Lonnie, and Badmaw were furious as they moved through the factory, sensing that they were too late, but instinctively going to where the last stand was being held when they didn't see anyone else.

Six Raiders poured into the Office, scrambling over every inch of the office space when Valik and Jupiter fired off a dozen rounds, killing one of the raiders and wounding another. Cray and Sully Mathis took cover and fired back, shooting at the private office, shattering the glass windows that surrounded it and waiting for an opening. They knew they could wait, and be patient, but when they heard a shout coming from the production areas, they readied themselves to be attacked from another direction.

There was no warning, or battle cry, just four shotguns that spread hot lead bearings traveling at 1200 meters per second in every direction. The blinded raider recovering on the floor with his back to the wall felt a warm shotgun barrel pressed to his head, and that was the last thing he felt after Lonnie pulled the trigger.

Firing three hundred rounds at the private office, Valik was shot three times in the neck, twice in the head. After that, Jupiter pulled Valik closer, using her as a body shield.

The barrage was relentless, Meathead, Trevor, Badmaw, and Lonnie all firing in tandem, obliterating the office that was already well on its way to being destroyed. Cray and two more raiders were shot dead, filled with hot lead, leaving only Sully Mathis out of all the Thicket Raiders left alive.

Meathead cheated, ripping the gun out of Sully's hands from a distance and flinging it away.

Badmaw and Trevor both sprinted at Sully, recognizing him as not one of their own, and tackling him, even though he was already on the floor. Unleashing a fury of blows, Badmaw punched Sully Mathis in the face, lobbing punch after punch, even as his fist grew bloody and knuckles broke against Sully's face, but the raider boss reached down with his free hand that wasn't pinned and shot Badmaw four times in the chest with a gun strapped to his belt.

Trevor blasted Sully Mathis in the head with a shotgun round, ending the assault on the Corvega factory.

Dropping the shotgun onto the ground, he was panting, his blood was pumping through his ears and the pressure behind his eyes was intense enough to feel like daggers were digging their way out of his skull.

Lonnie was sprayed with a splattering of blood and let the shotgun fall weakly in her grasp.

Jupiter was in pain, she was shot in the hip. Crying out, the others heard her and rushed to dig her out of the fort she and Valik built for themselves.

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Meathead met with Piper outside the front doors of the Corvega factory, turning his head up to the smokestack, the Corvega sign was still dutifully lighting up in sequence, C-O-R-V-E-G-A, then once fully lit, it blinked twice, staying fully light for three seconds, then blacking out.

Piper was waiting with the shopping cart full of canned food, and her gun was holstered by her side. She shared a look with Meathead and shook her head, the computer terminal inside the Super-Duper Mart that was used for Army Recruiting was destroyed.

The apartment building across from the factory was now raging, but no one was in a hurry to put it out. The smoke curling up into the sky would be visible for days, changing from black to white as sections of the building made from different materials catch fire. In five hours, the whole apartment building will collapse, sending a massive plume of radioactive dust and smoke high into the air, spreading out over the whole district. From there, it will burn for the next three days, as the hot ashes smolder and draw the attention of people at night, as the rubble mound gets smaller and smaller.

Trevor and Lonnie both helped Jupiter outside, where they could wrap her wounds under the bright, clear sky. In the fresh air that they craved for so long now, She limped along, with both arms over the other's shoulders. Sitting down on the main steps, they finished their task in relative silence, too dazed and shocked to talk, but the silence was good. They didn't want to talk, they just wanted to breathe in peace.

Like everything, the silence was broken eventually, and it was Meathead who was the one to break it.

"<Here's what you'll do. Load your friend here on top of the cart, and take her to the Federal Ration Stockpile. Join Red's gang, and tell her the Vault Dweller sent you. You'll have a place to rest, a place to recover, but I want you to give them a message as well.>"

"Fuck you," Lonnie said.

Meathead wasn't bothered in the slightest, "<Tell her that these raiders were from Thicket Excavations. East of Concord. Their boss is dead, and the whole area is ripe for a counter-attack. Tell them Corvega is done for. You need to act quickly, otherwise, those bandages won't keep your friend here from dying.>"

"Does this count as the favor?" Trevor asked.

"<Nope. This is a gift from me, to you. Keep the shotguns. See you around. We'll be going now.>

Walking East to Cambridge, they left the burning apartment building and Corvega behind them.

{A/N}: So many notes! Nate or Meathead dealing with Corvega is a long time coming.

Ever since I started writing Vault Dweller two years ago, I was loosely basing Nate and Meathead's progression through the story off the events in Fallout 4. One of the quests you're given early on by Preston is 'The First Step'. You take your power armor and mow down forty raiders and Jared at Corvega.

I knew that once I benched Preston, Corvega would have to wait. Two Years, people, Two years I've been building up to this point where Corvega finally empties out for good.

These last three chapters are a perfect example of why I write big group scenes last. Setting up the whole battle, Coming up with all the dang names, keeping track of all the characters for Who is Who, What they're doing, Why they're doing it, How they go about doing it, and When it coincides with other people's actions, it's fucking hard!

(That's why I ended up killing mostly everyone off.)

I didn't know who was going to survive or not on the Corvega side, but I knew that Sully Mathis and everyone he brought along with him would die.

I have notes in my journal that I keep everything Vault Dweller related, about this scene and chapters in particular dating back five months from the time I wrote this about how Sully and the raiders move in, from which direction, how they split up, and even hand drawn maps with arrows all over the place of Lexington and the factory for both sides! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaHhh!

Turning it into a mad dash for Badmaw, Trevor, and Lonnie to reach the Offices to save the others was the way it played out.

Let me know what you think by leaving a comment.