Montana Chapter events

This is a list of all events relating to the Montana Chapter (from /Old World Blues/events\_MNC\_l\_english.yml).

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### Patrocolus' Charge

*Long ago, in the American Midwest, a set of Midwestern Scribes and Paladins were running a search operation within their hundredth or so derelict facility. Just as they thought they had seen it all, they found something remarkable: a map to a pre-war bunker that pointed to what had once been known as the state of Montana. The supply log was simply but powerful, and to some, mythological: the bunker was designed to hold its own weight in Fusion Cores, Plasma Rifles, and other associated supplies.

The weight of such an expedition was considered for a time, but deemed fruitless. This bunker had surely been plundered, some said: others, that it was simply too far to send a recovery detachment and expect realistic, worthwhile results. With the threat of the Enclave in Chicago, and the threads that held the Brotherhood together already strained, it was deemed unworthwhile.

That is, until once certain Paladin decided to steal the notes, the cipher, and several other pieces of confidential Brotherhood data, eloping by her lonesome into the long night north. An expedition was mustered nearly overnight, the embarrassment and anger of the higher echelons like a risible thunder through the ranks. To them, in such a state of emergency, there was only one man fit to send. "Go Patrocolus, go forth and scour this traitor, and secure this vault for the Brotherhood," they told him.

And so, he set off. What did he prioritize in the expedition's forces?*

**He prioritized experience over numbers.*** Army Experience: **+50**.

**Experience was important, but numbers would outlast veterancy.*** **250** units of American **Advanced Power Armour** is added to the national stockpile.
* Manpower: **+500**.

 id### The Sisters of Steel

*Among Patrocolus' ranks was a peculiar group, the 'Sisters of Steel,' controversial in their formation and moreso with their inclusion in the expedition. Composed almost entirely of ex-Tribals, Reaver descendants, and reformed Raiders, the Sisters were a group formed entirely around the concept of camaraderie over codex -- something that has gotten them into considerable trouble in the past.

When Patrocolus chose to include them, he did so out of a mixture of pity and mannered respect. The rogue Paladin who had stolen the confidential materials was a Sister herself, after all. While his colleagues expressed pushback at the thought, he held faith in the idea that they had a chance to redeem themselves under his charge, and restore their position in the Brotherhood.

Their leader, Sentinel Honour, has long-since been a disputed figure under the Midwestern hegemony. Some claim that even with her years of training under the Brotherhood, she retains a fiery independence unlike those of her status-- causing those loyal to her to be fiercely so, and her detractors to be even louder...*

**Sisters Stand Strong*** Political Power: **+150**.
* Gain Base War Support: **+5.00%**.

 id### By the Fireside, Out on the Frontier

*Down the hill from Honour's perch-of-choice was a party of friends and family. Cries of cheer and valorous boasts emanated like a roundabout clockwork, as they did at every celebration. Even still, as she watched the campfires flicker and the Knights drink deeply of their canteens, she couldn't have felt more lonely. Before she could sink deeper into her thoughts, she heard the aged boot of Patrocolus stamp down next to her.

"Sitting up here alone?" he chuckled, "You know, we're a week or so out from the bunker, Honour---why not come delebrate?" asked Patrocolus.

Honour snickered softly. "As fun as that sounds, my mind remains on the Johanna situation... I can't fathom her reasoning."

Patrocolus sighed, understanding but dismissive. "I'll do you one better: it doesn't matter. She ran off with some of our most valuable knowledge without so much as a word in her stead. As far as I'm concerned, if she cared at all, she'd have said something." he rested his hands on his hips, "I know what you're thinking, but she knew what would happen."

"I know her better than you, Patrocolus," Honour said gently, "She's not a traitor. She's family, to you and to me."

"Then I suppose someone should have told her that before all this happened," Patrocolus shrugged his shoulders, "In any case, I'll have some of the others save you some rations. We don't know what to expect deeper in Montana." he dusted himself off, glancing back to her. "Family, Honour, is the folks who stayed with you the whole way, no matter what."

Honour glanced up with with a semi-stern gaze, rich with a valorous intent. "I agree," she said, knowing they meant two different things...*

**The Night is Long and Our Hearts Young.*** Gain Base War Support: **+10.00%**.
* Gains '**High Hopes and Heavy Hearts**' which grants (Division Attrition: **-5.0%**, Division Recovery Rate: **+5.0%**, Stability: **5.00%**) for **160** days.

 id### Johanna's Journey

*As Patrocolus and his expedition mustered themselves for the long road ahead, Paladin Johanna continued her own, forging a path to Montana with the ciphers and map close to her person at all times.

Through what her wit could not break, her power armoured fist did. She forded rivers by riding across scrapped floats, traveled with caravans through desolate woods, and even helped a young yao guai out of a tree on the way to Montana.

When she arrived to the bunker, Fort Verity, she was surprised to see it wasn't vacated like reports said. Under canopies of thin veils, people were tending to rows of spouting crops. Befuddled, Johanna proceeded with...*

**Her might!*** Gets event '**Hastily Approaching Fort Verity**'.

**Her wits!*** Gets event '**Cautiously Approaching Fort Verity**'.

 id### Cautiously Approaching Fort Verity

*Tayna watched the stranger's approach. Between the hairlines of her scope, she could make out the walking form of Power Armour-lagged like it hadn't slept for days yet still moving with the efficiency of a predator and the confidence of a successful one at that. Tanya clenched her jaw. More bad news for Verity?

Fine with her, but she kept her rifle pointed at the trespasser. Not like they would know they were clean out of ammunition. After all, they've had their fair share of troubles in the last few months. A broken water purifier, prowling raiders, a scavenger party to never return, hunger and radiation sickness? Hopestill, they called her: she who carries on despite the odds. More than anything these days, however, the nickname felt disingenuous. Still, she had promised Katriona, and she kept her promises.

To her surprise, the armoured trespasses shucked off their plasma rifle-the weapon hit the ground with a static rattle. "I'm not looking for trouble, just answers!" A woman's voice filtered through the armour.

"There's nothing here for you!" Tanya called back. "Turn back, trespasser."

The armoured trespasser took off her helm, revealing a young woman; her eyes brimming with a sort of hope Tanya hadn't seen in a while. "I am Paladin Johanna," the woman announced. "And I have something that can help you all."

Tanya reeled back from her scope. A Paladin? And to her surprise, the woman smiled with an offer:*

**"I can make this garden green!"*** Gain Base Stability: **+5.00%**.
* **Fairview**:
	+ Add production of **2** (unrecognized string "Water" for Template:Icon) in Fairview.
	+ Add production of **3** (unrecognized string "Scrap Metal" for Template:Icon) in Fairview.
* Gets event '**Nothing Good Lasts Forever**'.

 id### Nothing Good Lasts Forever

*Johanna's peace did not last. Just as expected, the Brotherhood came knocking. Patrocolus' iron fist demanding the townsfolk release Johanna to them under threat of forceful seizure. Despite the protests of the residents, Patrocolus knew justice had to be served: Johanna would meet her end, righteously so, by Brotherhood hands.

But Honour did not see it the same way. Johanna was Brotherhood, and more importantly, she was family. The Sisters conspired amongst each other, forming a plot to undermine Patrocolus' authority...*

**The sisters secrecy won out.*** **Montana Chapter** completes focus **Honour's Plan**

**Patrocolus had eyes everywhere.*** **Montana Chapter** completes focus **Patrocolus' Plan**

 id### Turning The Montana Chapter

*Patrocolus rallied his platoon outside. They dragged Johanna from the bunker and threw her to the ground. The denizens bristled at the display, but without adequate weapons, they could do nothing but watch. Honour stood quietly on one side of Patrocolus, Knight Warwick stationed at the other.

"Loyalty is a fragile thing," Patrocolus began. "Paladin Johanna, for your violations against the Chains That Bind, we shall grant you mercy from disgrace. A swift death will do you well."

Johanna knelt before the Elder. Her posture was stiff, bracing for the supposed inevitable. She raised her hands slowly to take off her helm. Like her armor, her face sported patches of dust and grime.

But unlike any disgraced Paladin that Honour had seen, Johanna held Patrocolus' gaze fiercely. The rogue Paladin didn't believe she was dead, not yet.

At the sight of his sister's face, Warwick's conviction turned to hesitance, and quickly did that hesitance turn to doubt. He glanced at Patrocolus. "Elder, I-"

"Will speak not a word," Patrocolus snapped. He shot his hand up-the Brotherhood awaited the call.*

**...*** Gets event '**Turning The Montana Chapter Cont.**'.

 id### Turning The Montana Chapter Cont.

*"And you will do no such thing." Honour interjected, raising her gun to his temple.

"Take point!" Minerva shouted. The Sisters amidst the crowd raised their weapons against Patrocolus', outnumbering them two-to-one.

Patrocolus closed his eyes, smiling. "This reads like a bad joke," he scoffed. "Betraying me at an execution for treason. Surely, you see the irony, Sentinel?"

"There is no irony in unjust murder." Honour glanced around the crowd. "From hereon, the Chapter turns to me. But unlike you, Patrocolus, I do not believe in senseless execution. Leave and return to the Midwest. Stay if you wish to fight for a better cause. I will not extend this mercy twice."

"I won't fight you, Honour- but even you know you just made a grave mistake," he glowered. "They'll come for you, too, just like we came for her."

"They are welcomed to," Honour smiled. "And when they do, we will show them how we greet tyranny.*

**Patrocolus and his Brotherhood left without another word.*** Change in popularity of Elites: **40.00%**
* Politics will change:**Elites** becomes the ruling party.Public elections will not be held.
* Add **Sisterhood Schism!**, which grants (**Infantry Equipment**: Production Cost: **-10.00%**, Soft attack: **-15%**, Hard attack: **-15%**, Division Defense on core territory: **-10.00%**, Research Speed: **-10.00%**, Reinforce Rate: **-5%**).
* **Montana Chapter** will be known as **the Sisters of Steel**
* Gain Base Stability: **-5%**.

**But in a way, he was right. We had them depart without their gear.*** Change in popularity of Elites: **40.00%**
* Politics will change:**Elites** becomes the ruling party.Public elections will not be held.
* Add **Sisterhood Schism!**, which grants (**Infantry Equipment**: Production Cost: **-10.00%**, Soft attack: **-15%**, Hard attack: **-15%**, Division Defense on core territory: **-10.00%**, Research Speed: **-10.00%**, Reinforce Rate: **-5%**).
* **Montana Chapter** will be known as **the Sisters of Steel**
* Gain Base Stability: **-15.00%**.
* **100** units of American **Advanced Technical Armour** is added to the national stockpile.

 id### Steady She Goes

*Patrocolus rallied his platoon outside. They dragged Johanna from the bunker and threw her to the ground. The Brotherhood formed a circle around the rogue Paladin to keep out any unwanted intervention. To one side of Patrocolus was Sentinel Honour, on the other was Knight Warwick.

"Loyalty is a fragile thing," Patrocolus began. "Paladin Johanna, for your violations against the Chains That Bind, we shall grant you mercy from disgrace. A swift death will do you well."

Johanna knelt before the Elder. Her posture was stiff, bracing for the supposed inevitable. She raised her hands slowly to take off her helm. Like her armor, her face sported patches of dust and grime.

Warwick faltered at the sight of his sister's face. "Elder, I-"

"Will speak not a word," Patrocolus snapped. He could not blame Warwick; witnessing family die was never easy, but there was no time for second thoughts-a violation was a violation. He shot his hand up, glancing at Paladin Hayman with a nod...*

**...*** Gets event '**Alas, Poor Johanna**'.

 id### Alas, Poor Johanna

*Hayman clicked her gun to Honour's temple. "And don't you think about it," she sneered.

Honour dropped her gun. Minerva raised hers in response, shouting a word of command, but to her surprise and risible concern, only a fraction of the Sisters took a stance.

"Did you really think I wasn't going to find out about this?" Patrocolus sighed, "Betraying me at an execution for treason. Surely, you see the irony, Sentinel?"

"There is no irony in unjust murder." Honour glared back.

Patrocolus' brow darkened. He balled his fist, but all he could do was stare back at her, glowering. She couldn't be acting more childish about the situation.

Hayman scoffed. "If that's how you feel, then maybe we can make it room for two."

"No," Patrocolus said sternly, leaning towards Honour. "First. How many of you are there?"

"More than you had ever cared to know," Honour spat back. Even now, she acted as though she was immune to the world.

Hayman glanced back to Patrocolus. He nodded back. "Get on with it." Hayman shouted. And, like that, Paladin Johanna was no more.*

**Dark things were on the horizon.*** Add **Sisters, Shattered**, which grants (Division Attack: **-10.0%**, Division Defense on core territory: **-15.0%**).
* **Sentinel Honour** () Retire **Sentinel Honour** from **Montana Chapter**