Chapitre 355: 324. Unrest at Commonwealth
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With the guard rotations set and the power system upgrades underway, Sico felt a growing sense of confidence. The farm was well on its way to becoming a beacon of hope for the Commonwealth, and now, with the right defenses in place, they could ensure that it stayed that way.
The next morning, as the sun climbed over the horizon, casting long shadows across Minutemen Plaza, Sico stood near the main gate, watching the distant dust clouds of a convoy approaching. The familiar rumble of engines echoed through the still morning air, signaling the return of Preston Garvey and MacCready, who had been out for the past few days distributing the recruits and gathering supplies. Sico felt a sense of anticipation building within him; Preston's convoy always brought back not just resources, but news—often the kind that shaped the future of the Commonwealth.
The convoy rolled into the Plaza, a mixture of heavy trucks loaded with crates and smaller vehicles carrying returning Minutemen. The recruits they'd distributed were now settling into outposts across Minutemen territory, and Sico was eager to hear how the situation looked on the outskirts. As the vehicles came to a halt, Sico spotted Preston stepping out of the lead truck, his distinctive cowboy hat immediately catching the light. His face was serious, more so than usual.
Preston walked over with a purposeful stride, his boots kicking up small clouds of dust. Behind him, MacCready was overseeing the unloading of the supplies, giving orders to a few of the recruits who had returned with them. But it was Preston's expression that caught Sico's attention—something had happened.
"Commander," Preston greeted, tipping his hat briefly as he approached. "It's good to be back. We've got the recruits distributed, and we brought back the supplies you requested, but there's something else you need to know."
Sico gave him a firm nod, clasping Preston's forearm in a greeting before releasing it. "Good to see you, Preston. I had a feeling something was up. What happened out there?"
Preston's eyes flicked toward the trucks for a moment before returning to meet Sico's gaze. "We ran into something… big. While we were on the outskirts near Bunker Hill, we saw a skirmish between the Brotherhood of Steel and the Institute. It wasn't a full-blown battle, but it was enough to make it clear that they're at each other's throats now. It looks like the war between the Brotherhood and the Institute has officially started."
Sico's heart sank. He had known tensions between the Brotherhood and the Institute had been rising for months, but to hear that they were openly engaging in combat was a different matter altogether. The Commonwealth had been teetering on the edge of chaos for so long, and this new development threatened to push it over the brink.
"War…" Sico muttered, his mind racing with the implications. "How bad was it?"
Preston exhaled, folding his arms across his chest as he continued. "It wasn't large-scale, but it was intense. A few squads from the Brotherhood were engaging a small Institute team—synths mostly, but there were a few human Institute operatives in the mix too. The Brotherhood had the upper hand, especially with their power armor, but the Institute's teleportation tech made it hard to pin them down. By the time we passed through, both sides had taken heavy casualties. It looked like the Brotherhood managed to push the Institute back, but just barely."
Sico frowned, thinking about the wider consequences. The Brotherhood of Steel, with their military might and technological edge, would likely dominate in open conflict, but the Institute's stealth and advanced technology—particularly their ability to teleport their forces at will—meant that this war would be unpredictable and destructive. Innocent people would be caught in the crossfire, and the Commonwealth's fragile recovery could be derailed entirely.
"How far did the fighting spread?" Sico asked, his voice measured, though his mind was already considering the worst.
Preston shook his head. "Not far yet. It was confined to the outskirts near Bunker Hill, but if this is the start of something bigger, it won't stay that way. The Institute isn't going to back down, and the Brotherhood… well, they've made it clear they're here to eliminate the Institute at all costs."
Sico ran a hand over his chin, feeling the weight of this news settle over him. The Minutemen had always tried to stay neutral in conflicts like this, focusing on protecting the people of the Commonwealth rather than taking sides in larger battles. But if the war between the Brotherhood and the Institute escalated, there would be no avoiding the fallout.
"We can't get dragged into this war," Sico said firmly, though he knew it might be inevitable. "But we can't ignore it either. If the Brotherhood and the Institute start tearing each other apart, the Commonwealth will suffer. We need to figure out how to protect our people while keeping our distance from the conflict."
Preston nodded, his face serious. "I agree. But the problem is, it's going to get harder and harder to stay neutral. Both sides will be looking for allies, and anyone who refuses to take a side could become a target. The Brotherhood, in particular, doesn't take kindly to those who won't support their cause."
Sico knew Preston was right. The Brotherhood had a history of demanding allegiance from the people they claimed to protect, and anyone who refused often found themselves on the wrong end of a power armor fist. The Institute, on the other hand, operated more in the shadows, but their methods were no less ruthless. The Minutemen would need to walk a fine line to avoid being drawn into the conflict while still defending the settlements under their protection.
"We need to reinforce our defenses," Sico said after a moment, his mind already turning to logistics. "If the fighting spreads, we'll need to be ready to protect the outposts and settlements. I don't want the Minutemen getting caught off guard if the Brotherhood or the Institute decide to push into our territory."
Preston's face hardened in agreement. "That's the smart move. We'll start fortifying the settlements closest to the conflict zones. I've already got a few men ready to head back out to Bunker Hill—we'll need to keep a close eye on that area."
Sico nodded. "Good. Keep me updated on anything you see. If the fighting gets worse, we may need to pull back some of the outposts near the frontlines. I don't want to leave anyone out there without proper protection."
Preston nodded and then shifted the conversation. "There's one other thing we noticed while we were out there. The Institute… they've been getting more aggressive. Not just with the Brotherhood, but with regular people too. We heard a few stories from settlers about synths showing up out of nowhere, replacing people in their communities. It's starting to cause a lot of fear and mistrust."
Sico's eyes narrowed. "Synth replacements? That's going to tear the Commonwealth apart even faster than the war. If people start turning on each other, the Institute won't even need to send in their forces—communities will collapse from the inside."
Preston sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. And that's where the Minutemen come in. We need to be the ones holding things together, keeping people calm and focused on rebuilding, not on hunting for synths or getting caught up in the Brotherhood's war."
Sico agreed. "You're right. The Brotherhood and the Institute are going to do what they always do—fight for control. But the Minutemen… we're here for the people. That has to stay our priority."
Preston gave a grim smile. "As long as we stay true to that, we'll get through this. But we're going to have to be smart. This war could last a long time, and we can't afford to let it wear us down."
Sico looked out over the Plaza, where the recruits were busy unloading supplies and preparing for the next phase of training. He knew that the coming weeks and months would test them all in ways they hadn't anticipated. But he also knew that the Minutemen were more than just a military force—they were a symbol of hope for the Commonwealth. And as long as they stayed focused on that mission, they would endure.
"We'll get through it," Sico said with quiet determination. "One way or another, we'll keep the Commonwealth standing."
As the convoy finished unloading and the sun continued its slow ascent into the sky, Sico knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges. But with leaders like Preston by his side and a renewed sense of purpose, he was ready to face whatever came next.
"Let's get to work," Sico said, turning back to Preston. "There's a lot to do, and not much time."
Sico stood with Preston, the weight of the news still heavy in his mind, but he knew there was no time to waste. The Brotherhood of Steel and the Institute had finally escalated their cold war into something far more dangerous. The Commonwealth would be caught in the middle, and it was the Minutemen's responsibility to ensure that innocent people weren't crushed between the warring factions. Sico's gaze hardened as he formulated his next steps.
"We need to move fast, Preston," Sico said, his tone decisive. "We need to reach out to Sanctuary and the Castle immediately. If the Brotherhood and the Institute are truly at war, we need our strongholds fortified—and fast."
Preston nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Sanctuary is our capital—if that falls, we'll lose more than just a stronghold. Morale will plummet across the Commonwealth. We'll need to start reinforcing it first."
Sico agreed. Sanctuary had always been the heart of the Minutemen's resurgence, the symbol of their return to power and their commitment to rebuilding. Losing it would be devastating, both strategically and psychologically. And it wasn't just about defense; the Minutemen needed to protect the settlements surrounding Sanctuary as well, especially if they became caught in the crossfire of Brotherhood and Institute forces.
"The Castle is our second priority," Sico continued. "It's our military hub and needs to be ready for any direct assaults. Between those two places, we'll have a solid defense network that can help shield the settlements around them. But we can't stop there."
He turned, looking out at the convoy as the last of the supplies were unloaded. "We also need to keep an eye on the smaller settlements near both strongholds. If any of them get dragged into the fighting, we'll need to be ready to step in. We've seen it before—when the Brotherhood marches or the Institute raids, they don't care about the people in their way."
Preston crossed his arms, his face thoughtful. "I'll get a team together to head to Sanctuary. I've already been in contact with Sturges—he's been working on fortifying the perimeter, but we're going to need more supplies and manpower to really make the place secure. The Brotherhood's power armor and heavy weapons will tear through weaker defenses, and the Institute's synths can infiltrate just about anywhere."
Sico nodded. "I'll send MacCready to the Castle. Ronnie Shaw has been keeping the place in good shape, but with the war heating up, they'll need more support. We'll make sure they get whatever they need to stay fortified."
Preston's brow furrowed as he glanced toward the sky, where the outline of a Brotherhood airship could occasionally be seen patrolling in the distance. "The Brotherhood's air power is another concern. If they decide to attack from the sky, we'll need to make sure we have enough anti-air defenses in place. Sanctuary and the Castle both have some, but we'll need more firepower."
Sico grimaced. "You're right. We'll have to work with Wallace and the engineers to figure out how to get more anti-air defenses set up. We can't afford to be blindsided from above."
Preston turned back to Sico, his eyes serious. "Do you think we'll be able to stay neutral in this? The Minutemen have always been about protecting the Commonwealth, not taking sides. But if the Brotherhood or the Institute sees us as a threat, they won't hesitate to turn their guns on us."
Sico was quiet for a moment, weighing the options. The Minutemen had rebuilt themselves on the principle of defending the Commonwealth's people, not fighting other factions' wars. But with a full-blown conflict between the Brotherhood and the Institute, neutrality might not be an option for long.
"We'll try to stay out of it as long as we can," Sico said finally. "But if they bring the fight to us, we'll defend our people. No question about that."
Preston gave a firm nod, seeming reassured by Sico's resolve. "Alright. I'll start reaching out to the other settlements near Sanctuary and the Castle. They need to be prepared in case the war spills over into their areas. Some of the smaller farms and outposts aren't equipped to handle this kind of conflict, but we'll do what we can to help."
Sico placed a hand on Preston's shoulder. "Good. We'll do whatever it takes to keep the Commonwealth standing. That's what we're here for."
With that, Sico turned toward the command center, ready to start issuing the orders that would put the Minutemen's plan into motion. As he walked, he could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, but he was ready for it. The Commonwealth had survived worse, and as long as the Minutemen stood united, they would endure.
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Inside the command center, Sico immediately got to work. He contacted Sturges at Sanctuary, the brilliant mechanic who had been overseeing much of the settlement's infrastructure. The radio crackled to life, and after a moment, Sturges' voice came through, calm but curious.
"Sico, it's good to hear from you. What's the situation?"
Sico explained the news, laying out what Preston had seen near Bunker Hill and the war now raging between the Brotherhood and the Institute. Sturges was quiet for a moment, processing the implications.
"Damn," Sturges muttered. "Well, I guess it was only a matter of time. We've been keeping the defenses in good shape, but with this news, we're going to need a lot more. Sanctuary is our home, and we can't let anything happen to it."
"I agree," Sico replied. "Start reinforcing the walls and setting up more turrets. We'll send you additional supplies and some extra hands to help out. I'll see about getting some anti-air defenses as well—just in case."
"Understood," Sturges said. "I'll make sure Sanctuary is ready for whatever comes our way. And don't worry, we'll keep the people safe."
Sico ended the transmission, his thoughts already turning to the next task. He needed to contact the Castle and ensure that they were equally prepared. Ronnie Shaw had been holding down the fort there, and while Sico trusted her abilities, he knew they would need additional resources and manpower to bolster their defenses.
The radio sparked to life again, and soon Ronnie Shaw's voice came through, gruff but steady.
"Sico. What's the word?"
Sico repeated the same story, giving Ronnie the rundown of the situation. There was a pause on the other end of the line before Ronnie spoke again, her voice tense with understanding.
"Well, we've been expecting something like this for a while. The Castle's in good shape, but we're going to need more men if this war starts getting too close to our doorstep. I'll get the artillery prepped and start organizing the defenses, but we could use some more turrets and maybe some additional firepower."
"I'll send what we can," Sico said. "MacCready is heading your way with some supplies and reinforcements. Make sure the artillery is ready, but keep an eye on the air. The Brotherhood has power armor, and if they start using airships, we'll need to be ready."
Ronnie snorted. "Let them come. We've got plenty of fireworks for them. But I'll make sure we're prepared for anything. The Castle's not falling on my watch."
Sico smiled slightly, appreciating her confidence. "Good. Stay in touch. If anything changes, I want to know immediately."
With the calls made and the plans set in motion, Sico leaned back for a moment, letting out a deep breath. The Minutemen were as ready as they could be, but he knew that the coming weeks would be critical. They couldn't afford any mistakes—not with the fate of the Commonwealth hanging in the balance.
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As the day wore on, Sico made sure that every outpost was on alert and that supplies were being distributed where they were most needed. The Minutemen were a decentralized force, but with the right leadership and coordination, they could move swiftly and effectively to defend the Commonwealth.
The war between the Brotherhood and the Institute was only just beginning, but Sico and the Minutemen were prepared. They would protect their people—no matter what it took.
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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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