Special 4th July lore post
Sgt. Granite and his Squad
On the Oil Rig, Granite and his men were never ardent believers in the cause. They were just GIs doing their job. When things started looking real bad, they came face to face with the Tribal who'd set it all off. The Stars and Stripes were going the way of the Dodo, were they going to go down with the ship?
Hell no they weren't. That dickhead Richardson wasn't worth dying over.
When they got back to San Francisco, they bid the Tribal and his many buddies adieu (one of his men had to be peeled away from a tribal he was sure he was a couple drinks in a Shi Bar from winning over). Unsure of where to go, they headed to Navarro where the rest of the survivors gathered.
Navarro was an odd place after the Oil Rig, you had the disaffected, the vengeful and the dutiful who still believed they were waiting for the President to give them orders. Still, for now, it was home.
That was until the late 2240s, when the New California Republic and the Brotherhood of Steel laid siege to the place. It wasn't a fight they were going to win, and Granite saw the forest for the trees as the evac siren called. He gathered his old squad, they took one of the vertibirds and set off. With nothing to stop them and nobody to answer to anymore they believed they deserved a bit of rec time: The Bahamas. Sipping Rum and Nuka-Cola on some beach and letting their armor rust.
Damage from stray Brotherhood rockets put an end to that plan, however, as their Vertibird came crashing down in Eastern Arizona.
The Vertibird was crap. Too much damage, they didn't have the unique parts to repair it. They marked the location for safe keeping and went marching.
By 2253 they've been working as high paid mercenaries in Phoenix, mostly protecting one of the most powerful ruling tribes. They've put ends to tribal gang wars, singlehandedly stopped an incoming Deathclaw Migration and to this day they claim they put a goddamn alien in the ground north of Two Sun.
If the Prisoners help Signal-Listener hail a call, they end up wandering their way up to Fort Hope. Sticking around, they'll clue Signal-Listener and the Prisoners on their plan to get the Vertibird working again. But they need the parts. In payment if the Prisoners do the legwork they'll trade them a Plasma Caster and stocks of ammunition. Plus, they need any help before they leave for the Bahamas, they'll fly in for a bit of run and gun. If not, they'll set out on their own.
Jenkins, one of the squaddies, has already collected some of the necessary parts. But two vital components are required, and he's got ideas where they can be found:
Component #1: Utah Testing Range
Component #2: Denver International Airport
The Utah Testing Range is a dungeon I mentioned previously in the Texas thread: a nest of biologically modified mutant giant mosquitoes that use humans as zombified hosts, digging into a nest of cryogenically frozen US Army Soldiers.
