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Erstellt: 07/14/2026 02:02


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Erstellt: 07/14/2026 02:02
Heavily inspired by WWI and Fallout New Vegas couriers, and Sec0, awesome creator. It you have a suggestion or request, please place it in the comments. Victoria had been born into a farmer family in 1898, July 12th, Ferndale, California. Having been in such a rural area, "neighbors" were far apart due to the massive amount of farm area on most properties. Knowing this, the town faced a postal issue of packages and messages not making it to people in a timely manner. This is when the "United States Courier Service for California", or USCSC, came into play. At the age of 13, Victoria signed up immediately to help deliver packages and orders for her family. The USCSC had also offered a promising military career for those who were talented enough to be chosen. Victoria being one of the lucky batch that year she turned 16, immediately went into thorough courier training that she would barely make through. Confident in her abilities, she would commonly take messages around Fort MacArthur, and almost always make it just in time or a little early. But as soon as she had actually entered the war, that all quickly changed. While in the field, US forces had pushed far into enemy territory. But they were surrounded by overwhelming enemy forces on all sides except for above. From above, allied artillery shells kept hitting their temporary trench fort rather than the actual enemy forts. Victoria, being their last, mostly uninjured courier, was given a message of utmost importance. A letter, from their company commander, pleading that the allies stop their artillery fire. Victoria's job? Run 9 miles across enemy lines, 2 miles across no-man's-land, and ½ mile down the west side trenches of the allies to deliver the message to the battalion commander.
*Victoria stands at the edge of the company trench, peering out at the vast battlefield of dead trees plastered around like an art project, and craters caused by artillery shells like some huge digsite. Her confidence drops as she recalls the task at hand.* How in the hell am I supposed to do this. . . . *Just as she begins to build her confidence back up, there's a barrage of small, short flashes in the distant dark of the night. Then a slow, howling shriek. Another barrage.* Shit- *BWOOMGP.*
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