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Sico leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. Things were moving forward, but there was still so much left to do. The Minutemen were growing, securing more territory, strengthening their forces—but the threats against them weren't diminishing. If anything, they were evolving, that made still more work to be done.
Sico exhaled, rubbing his temples before leaning forward again. His pen hovered over the next report, and he forced himself to refocus. There was no time to dwell on how much work still needed to be done—he just had to do it.
The next document came from Preston, a full military assessment of the Minutemen's forces. Sico straightened in his chair as he read through the numbers.
Total Minutemen soldiers: 4,367.
He nodded to himself. That was a solid force—far from the disorganized militia the Minutemen had been when he first took charge. Now, they were a legitimate army, disciplined and well-equipped.
Sanctuary: 2,000 soldiers
That made sense. Sanctuary was their main base of operations, the heart of their growing power. It housed the Sentinel Factory, their research labs, their best strategists, and now, their tank production. It needed a strong defense.
The Castle: 500 soldiers
That was their historical home, a stronghold that had once been the Minutemen's last hope of survival. Now, it stood as a powerful bastion, a reminder of their resilience.
Minutemen Plaza: 500 soldiers
Ever since they had reclaimed and fortified the old GNN building in Boston, it had become another major hub. They used it for communications, intelligence, and as a forward operating base for pushing deeper into the Commonwealth. It was a vital strategic point.
The remaining 1,367 soldiers were scattered across their controlled settlements, ensuring their people stayed safe while also running patrols to keep raiders, super mutants, and other threats at bay.
Sico tapped his fingers against the desk, considering the numbers. With over four thousand soldiers, the Minutemen were no longer just a defensive force—they were a real army, one that could challenge any faction in the Commonwealth.
But numbers alone weren't enough. They needed better equipment, better training, and most importantly, better logistics to sustain this growth.
As if on cue, the next report was from Jenny, their head of agriculture.
Sico smiled slightly as he flipped the page. Jenny had been instrumental in turning Minutemen-controlled farms into something reliable. She had personally overseen the crop rotations and farming techniques at Sanctuary, The Castle, and Minutemen Plaza.
Her report was good—better than he expected.
Food production was now stable.
The farms were producing enough crops to sustain their forces without having to rely on outside trade. That alone was a huge success. No army could function without a steady food supply, and the Minutemen had just secured theirs.
But Jenny wasn't done.
She had another proposal: the Minutemen's first cattle farm.
Sico's eyebrows rose as he read her request. She wanted to establish a brahmin farm in Sanctuary. With the current food situation under control, she believed they needed to start producing meat, leather, and milk.
It was a logical next step.
Brahmin weren't just good for food—they provided fertilizer, pack animals, and raw materials for clothing, armor, and trade. A dedicated cattle farm could make the Minutemen even more self-sufficient.
Sico grabbed his pen and signed his approval.
Jenny was right—this was the next step forward.
He made a note to allocate some soldiers to help her set up the farm. They'd need fencing, proper feeding areas, and guards to protect the livestock from predators or raiders.
Sico finished signing off on the request for the cattle farm and set the paper aside. Without wasting time, he reached for a blank sheet and quickly penned a short letter for Jenny, formally approving her proposal and instructing her to coordinate with the logistics team to allocate the necessary manpower and resources.
After folding the letter, he handed it to a nearby Minuteman soldier who had been waiting by the door.
"Deliver this to Jenny at once," Sico instructed. "Tell her she has my full support in setting up the cattle farm. If she needs anything, have her report directly to me."
The soldier saluted, took the letter, and left the office.
With that settled, Sico turned his attention back to the next document on his desk.
This one came from Cait, who was currently stationed at Minutemen Plaza.
Sico's lips curled into a smirk as he read through her request. She was as blunt as ever—no fluff, no pleasantries, just straight to the point.
She was requesting two Sentinel tanks to be deployed to Minutemen Plaza for added security.
Sico leaned back in his chair, thinking it over.
Right now, Sanctuary had four Sentinel tanks stationed within its walls. Those tanks were the pride of the Minutemen's new mechanized division—powerful, heavily armored, and designed for urban and defensive warfare.
Cait wasn't wrong in her reasoning. Minutemen Plaza was one of their most important outposts, acting as their foothold in the heart of Boston. While the garrison there was strong, it lacked heavy firepower. If a major attack came their way, they'd be relying mostly on infantry and defensive emplacements.
Sending two tanks would bolster their defenses significantly.
But that also meant leaving Sanctuary with only two tanks—at least until the next batch of Sentinels rolled off the assembly line.
Sico drummed his fingers against the desk, deep in thought.
He knew the factory at Sanctuary was already working on three more Sentinels, but they wouldn't be completed for at least another three weeks.
Was it worth weakening Sanctuary's defenses in the meantime?
His gut told him yes.
Sanctuary was already the most fortified location under Minutemen control. It had 2,000 soldiers, advanced defensive emplacements, automated turrets, and well-armed patrols. Losing two tanks wouldn't cripple its security.
Minutemen Plaza, on the other hand, didn't have that luxury. If it was attacked by a large enough force, the garrison there would struggle to hold the line. The addition of two Sentinel tanks could mean the difference between a stronghold and a potential weak point.
Sico made his decision.
He grabbed his pen and scribbled down an approval. Two Sentinel tanks would be transferred to Minutemen Plaza immediately. He included a note for the Sentinel Factory engineers to prioritize production on the next batch of tanks to replace the ones being moved.
After finishing the letter, he called over another soldier.
"Take this to the motor pool and tell them to prepare two Sentinels for transport. Then, deliver this letter to Cait at Minutemen Plaza," Sico ordered.
The soldier took the letter, saluted, and rushed off.
Sico let out a slow breath, rubbing his temples for a moment before leaning forward again. The pile of reports on his desk wasn't getting any smaller, but at least he was making progress.
With Cait's request approved and the tanks set for transport, he reached for the next document.
This one came from Curie.
Sico immediately straightened in his chair. Curie was one of their most valuable assets—brilliant, compassionate, and tireless in her pursuit of medical advancements. Whether it was treating wounded soldiers or pushing the boundaries of scientific discovery, she was always working toward something that would benefit the Minutemen.
Flipping open the report, he quickly scanned the first section.
Sanctuary Hospital Status: Stable
Curie's update was a reassuring one. The hospital in Sanctuary had a strong stockpile of medical supplies, allowing them to effectively treat diseases and battlefield injuries.
That was a massive improvement compared to when Sico had first taken control of the Minutemen. Back then, they barely had enough stimpaks and antibiotics to handle the wounded, let alone treat civilians who came to them for help.
Now, thanks to their growing supply chains and better medical organization, the hospital had become one of the most advanced medical facilities in the Commonwealth.
More than just treating their own, Sanctuary had begun accepting patients from other settlements—people suffering from conditions their own doctors couldn't handle. Gunshot wounds, radiation sickness, infections—if the local medics couldn't treat it, they sent them to Sanctuary.
It was a game-changer.
Not only did this strengthen their ties with the surrounding communities, but it also reinforced the idea that the Minutemen were more than just a military force—they were protectors, caretakers, and builders of a better future.
Sico allowed himself a small nod of approval. This was how the Minutemen should operate.
But Curie wasn't finished.
The second part of her report was even more interesting.
Stimpak Research: In Progress
Sico's eyes narrowed as he read.
Curie was working to crack the formula of stimpaks.
If she could reverse-engineer them and figure out their exact ingredients, they wouldn't have to rely on scavenging or trading for them anymore. They could manufacture their own—ensuring a long-term, stable supply.
That would be huge.
Even with their current stockpile, stimpaks were always in high demand. Every battle, every patrol, every skirmish with raiders, mutants, or Brotherhood forces—they always needed more.
And while they could occasionally trade with caravans for additional stock, it wasn't reliable.
If Curie succeeded, it would change everything.
Sico grabbed his pen and quickly wrote a response.
"Curie, your work is invaluable. The hospital's growth has been incredible, and your efforts are saving lives every day.
Regarding the stimpak research—whatever resources you need, you have them. If you require additional personnel, equipment, or funding, let me know immediately. This is a top priority.
Keep me updated on your progress."
He folded the letter, then called over another soldier.
"Take this to Curie at the hospital," Sico instructed. "Tell her she has my full backing on the stimpak project. If she needs anything, I expect to hear about it immediately."
The soldier saluted, took the letter, and hurried off.
Sico leaned back, exhaling through his nose.
With a stable medical facility, ongoing research, and a secure supply of stimpaks in the works, the Minutemen were making serious strides toward long-term sustainability.
Sico sighed, rolling his shoulders as he reached for the next report. At this rate, he'd be at his desk all night.
He barely had time to unfold the paper when the office door swung open without warning.
"That's enough work for tonight, boss."
Sico glanced up to see Piper Wright standing in the doorway, arms crossed, her signature smirk firmly in place. Beside her was Sarah Lyons, wearing a knowing smile, her hands on her hips like a mother catching her son staying up past bedtime.
He exhaled through his nose, already knowing where this was going.
"Piper, Sarah," he greeted, setting the report down. "Something I can help you with?"
"Yeah," Piper said, stepping inside without hesitation. "You can help us by getting your ass up and joining us for dinner."
Sico raised an eyebrow. "I still have reports to go through—"
"Nope. No excuses." Sarah cut him off, walking over to his desk and plucking the report from his hands before he could protest. "You've done enough for today."
Sico narrowed his eyes slightly. "Sarah, those aren't just random papers. They're important."
Sarah simply smiled, unfazed. "And you've already signed the important ones."
She waved the stack of reports in front of him. "The rest? Albert can handle them."
Sico hesitated for a moment before leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temples. Albert. Sarah's husband. A solid, reliable man and one of the few people Sico actually trusted to handle administrative duties without things falling apart.
Sarah was right. Albert had the clearance, and he was more than capable of signing off on the remaining reports.
Still, Sico had spent so long handling everything himself that stepping away—even for a simple dinner—felt like abandoning his post.
"Sico." Sarah's voice softened. "You need to take care of yourself too. You can't keep running on empty."
Piper nodded, pulling up a chair and plopping down into it like she owned the place. "She's right, y'know. You've been cooped up in here all day, shuffling papers, giving orders, playing Wasteland Overlord or whatever.
She leaned forward. "But even kings gotta eat, Blue."
Sico let out a low chuckle. "So now I'm a king?"
"Well, if the crown fits…" Piper grinned.
Sarah shook her head, amused. "Call it whatever you want, but you're coming with us."
Sico tapped his fingers against his desk, glancing at the reports one last time.
The truth was, he was hungry as hell. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and his stomach had been making its displeasure known for hours.
He sighed.
"Alright, fine." He stood up, stretching out his back. "You win."
Piper fist-pumped. "Damn right, we do."
Sarah just smiled. "Come on, before the food gets cold."
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The moment they stepped into the dining hall, Sico was hit with the scent of cooked meat, roasted vegetables, and fresh bread.
The place was lively. Minutemen soldiers, settlers, and workers all sat together, sharing meals and conversations. The warm glow of lanterns and makeshift chandeliers gave the hall a welcoming atmosphere—something rare in the harsh world they lived in.
Piper, of course, led the way, weaving through the tables with a casual confidence, Sarah right beside her. Sico followed at a slower pace, taking in the scene.
It was easy to forget that this was what they were fighting for, not some survival or power. But a moment like this, that is people that are laughing, eating, and feeling safe.
That's what the Minutemen were supposed to be about.
"Earth to Sico," Piper called, snapping him out of his thoughts. She was already sitting at a table, waving him over.
Shaking his head, Sico made his way over and took a seat across from her. Sarah sat beside him, passing him a plate filled with roasted Brahmin steak, mashed tatos, and a thick slice of cornbread.
His stomach rumbled immediately.
Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, I figured."
Sico smirked, grabbing his fork. "Alright, I'll admit… I needed this."
"Told ya." Piper grinned, taking a bite of her cornbread.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the warmth of the meal settling into Sico's bones. He hadn't realized how tense he'd been until now.
After a few minutes, Piper leaned back in her chair, eyeing him. "So, boss, what's next on the grand Minutemen to-do list?"
Sico wiped his mouth, setting down his fork. "Well, we've got the cattle farm project moving forward, the tanks are being sent to Minutemen Plaza, and Curie is working on cracking the stimpak formula."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Cracking the formula?"
Sico nodded. "Yeah. If she figures it out, we can start manufacturing our own stimpaks instead of relying on scavenging and trade. It'd be a game-changer."
Piper whistled. "Damn. That'd put us way ahead of everyone else in the Commonwealth."
Sarah smiled. "That's good news. But it also means you'll be dealing with a lot more responsibilities soon."
Sico exhaled, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah. I know."
Sarah watched him for a moment, then placed a gentle hand on his arm. "That's why you need nights like this, Sico."
He glanced at her.
"You're doing a great job. But even the best leaders need to take a step back sometimes. Let people help you."
Piper nodded, raising her glass. "To our fearless leader. Who finally learned to take a damn break."
Sico smirked, shaking his head as he grabbed his own drink. "Alright, alright. I get it."
They clinked their glasses together. While drink from his glass, Sico feel relieve that he has many friends that he can count to. Because he sure that with the help of his friends, he can do more for the Minutemen and the Commonwealth.
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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.
• Active Quest:-