A TES, Fallout crossover fanfiction.

2071: Enclave personal are sent to the spaceship CONTROL SHIP ENCLAVE, while the other half the Enclave remains on the Poseidon Energy Oil Rig were 125 miles of the coast of California. The people on this ship are all the billionaires from places like, Wall St, General Atomics, RobCo Industries, Scientist and executives from West Tek, and other powerful corporations. The ship had 5000 people in cryonic stasis bays in that spaceship for America's elite class of people. All the poor were going to Vault Tec's shelters for experimentation and not shelter. CONTROL SHIP ENCLAVE is America's most advanced and expensive spaceship yet, costing in at $4.3 trillion for the cryonics bays alone. This was the Enclave's contingency plan if retaking Earth's surface post-nuclear war fails miserably.

2077: Enclave decided to send their spaceship to a newly discovered Earth-like planet six light-years away from planet earth.

2078: All contact from all other Enclave shelters around the world were cut off, leaving only the ship and the oil rig in constant communication with each other. With the Enclave's XB6 quantum coms array they can communicate across the universe instantly as this was convenient for Enclave researcher developing technologies on both sides. It was an important for the Enclave to keep a technological edge over the potential inhabitants of the strange planet, because of the small numbers they have for military.

2210: Researchers on the Enclave spaceship begin to research on newer powered armor technologies to replace the old and outdated T60b suit of armor. Result were mixed, as some suits of powered armor were barely better, and some suits were actually worse. After ten years of hard and dangerous research they've created three generations advanced powered armor, the two generations of power armors' schematics were emailed to the Poseidon Oil Rig. Enclave technology was kept on the forefront by quantum computer assisted research on CONTROL SHIP ENCLAVE.

2255: CONTROL SHIP ENCLAVE researchers Design the MQ16 plasma rifle an improvement over the Q14 plasma rifle, which had a tendency to use two 2 rounds of a 24 round microfusion cell. This new rifle has the full 24 round capacity. All blueprints of this were passed to Autumn Senior at Raven Rock.

2258: The VE04 Eagle was an eight thruster flying-fortress that is capable of holding one thousand soldiers, and has the transport capacity for 48 verti-birds. It required four nuclear fusion reactors and eight PT28 plasma thrusters to keep it in the air. It had twelve GA12 super lasers that can target air, and devastate ground targets like cities, towns, or enemy strongholds. Despite its immense destructive capabilities the VE04 Eagle is very time consuming to build, potentially taking up to five to eight years, and 100,000 tons of steel along with equipment to fly it. Two prototypes were constructed at an industrial sector on the moon Secunda; the other one was teleported to Chicago's headquarters for a military edge against the NCR if they expanded east. The blueprints were sent to the Chicago base and Adams Airforce base in Virginia to be sent for building replacements. It was practically a flying military base.

2275: Mk3 powered armor is standard issue for all Enclave soldiers on Nirn. The advanced powered armor Mk3 had a recharging photonic shield to give the soldier a second line of protection from damage. It also had better protective plating than previous generations, and it gave a soldier the ability to punch holes through stone walls. Powered by TX69 power pack, a soldier wearing this suit can run at speeds of up to thirty miles per hour. It wasn't sent to Colonel Augustus Autumn, because he said. "We already have a massive edge over everyone in the east in military power! No thank you!"

2280: Enclave forces from the moon set up underground bases and settlements in the Summerset Isles. Kidnapping High Elves, and running experiments with the FEV virus on them. Most elves dismiss these men as fairy tales, because in their minds no man can comprehend the level of technology they're said to have. Enclave soldiers, and "flying metal boxes" have been reported all over (mostly in the Summerset Isles) Tamriel. The Enclave were nothing more than horror folklore in the eyes on the queen, but that doesn't explain the seven foot tall green high elves with no sexual features, and don't have the ability to think rationally. Those deformed high elves have been cropping up all over the Summerset Isles since sightings of the elusive Enclave have occurred.

In the fine halls of the golden palace of Dusk in the Summerset Isles king Tarene plans to deal with the elusive Enclave presence in the Summerset Isles. Their military was said to be small but extremely powerful. With just one of their soldiers being said to have killed 100 hundred imperial soldiers before retreating into the legend of a folktale. They are said to have been the causes of unidentified flying vessels that are packed with soldiers. And have been known to abduct entire Villages on the Summerset Isles doing eight divine's knows to the populace of the village. Entire villages have been rendered ghost towns by an unknown entity presumably the Daedra.

Tarene was sitting upon his throne wandering what to do against this threat. He was going to come up with plan of action, because of the missing villages in Summerset, but was also planning to launch military assault on a possibly invisible enemy fortress. The only evidence there is to support the invisible military fortress was from a mage who saw them when he casted a detect life spell. But he wasn't sure who it was? Enclave or Imperials the two human enemies of the Aldmeri Dominion.

"We must strike hard against the invisible fortress! Leave our enemies slaughtered and the remnants screaming so loud from torture that the eight devines can hear it!" Scoffed king Tarene of Dusk.

"What if it's actually the supposed Enclave? Our military would not stand a chance! Even the Imperial legion and Aldmeri Dominion combined would be slaughtered." Lord Siltal said as she was advising the king to not fight the Enclave or the Legion.

King Taren got up from his throne and walked around the decorated halls pondering what to do. He was pacing around the room constantly wondering what to do. He was looking around his well decorated Palace thinking these days of power and dominion over humanity are numbered. Humanity may once again conquer all of Elven kind with a small, but powerful army of near-unstoppable warriors whose tactics revolve around range attacks, and they have possible air superiority. But he was hoping that Empress Elenwen's words saying, "The enclave isn't real" is true.

He continued to pace around the hallways not knowing what to do about the possible elusive threat of the terran invaders. We call these theoretical race of humans the terrans, they don't originate from Nirn, nor do they use human or Dwarven weaponry leading to speculation that they come from another planet. They have had been speculated to have caused the abductions of Altmer at their villages. Leading many believe that those flying chariots that are driven by mechanical spinning horses that had blades coming from their spinning heads. Armies described as small but powerful by eyewitness reports. But those witnesses of the terrans are not taken seriously, and are only believed by fringe groups on Tamriel rather than the proud intelligent people of Alinor.

After hours of pacing around the hall, and theorising a plan to deal with this unknown threat. He sat back down on his throne around the red silk carpet. His plan was to send a large army of 10,000 soldiers armed with glass armor and glass weapons to fight the unknown enemy that was haunting Alinor for eight months. It had to be backed with catapult that shot barrels of Dwarven oil for long range support. And 2,500 archers to kill the imperials in that invisible fortress on the west coast of Alinor, and just 100 kilometers from Dusk. This was the best shock and awe campaign the king could do against these humans.

He asked his advisor lord Stiltal to gather meeting of all the new field commanders of this army in a three days' time to devise a military strategy for these foreign invaders. The army that would be composed of the best soldiers the elves of Alinor can offer against these heathens and filth of Nirn. Each one of these soldiers has fifty years of experiences against the Daedra and another against the Imperials during the Great War. Our meeting will discuss the prevalence of the Enclave, and possible measures we can take towards fighting them. Or the imperials that probably have an Aldmeri double agent working for them.

He was reading a book about the empire's crushing defeat at the Imperial City to help boost his spirits in the coming war ahead of him against a foe that could probably defeat the Dwemer in an all-out war. These enemies if they can withstand our might with only a small military force are going to fall as the Dwemer did to the Chimer, they'll fall because of their arrogance. Superior military power did nothing for the empire and it'll do nothing for this new threat. They'll fall to superior elven tactics, and even numbers as well, like the Dwemer did against the Chimer.

When he stood out of his throne and grabbed a book about the Dwemer and sat back down. He opened the book about the most powerful military in Nirn's history, and how they've fallen to the high elves known as the Chimer. The Dwemer defied the Chimer's religion being an Agnostic species and focusing on logic and reason. They lost because they used quality over quantity in war. That mistake costed them gravely as they were defeated by the high elven Chimer. But the Dwemer had revenge as they created a curse that rendered the high elves dark with red eyes, and with a shortened stature.

Tarene picked up the one book where men has succeeded in a genocidal campaign against the elven people. The colonization of Skyrim by the Atmorans. The snow elves of Skyrim. The Snow Elves of Skyrim were wiped out by a race of savages from the far- end of Nirn. Snow elves decided to do a rightful cleansing of Saarthal of the humans for taking their territory. But one Nordic worrier came back with an army of just a measly 300 soldiers and toppled the Snow Elven civilization, and rendered their race extinct.

Tarene walked over to his bedroom just up the stairs from his throne to go to sleep, so he can be ready for drawing out the attack plans tomorrow. He walked up the stone stairs to his room where he opened the door to his room. He approached the silk bed slowly. He lifted up the covers and slid under them, and lifted them back over himself. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. Then suddenly over the city outside his bedroom window….

A flying box with two spinning blades that made a loud buzzing noise in the air over Dusk. It woke the king up from his slumber as soon as the spinning turret was spewing out chunks of metal from six Dwemer like pipes. Dwemer except for color and design of the turret from the flying box like ship on its side were a sliding door is. As the turrets from the infernal flying machine were glowing red hot as people on the streets lie dead, maimed, and bloodied. King Tarene could only watch in horror as his people were killed in droves by the turret of the flying machine from Oblivion.

As the flying machine circled the city killing the citizens of Dusk as they fled. King Tarene noticed a strange symbol on the flying ship with spinning blades. It had a capital E in the center with twelve stars surrounding it. It could only mean one thing? It was the Enclave who is attacking our city with their ship hovering over us. It took a few minutes for king Tarene to figure that it was from the Enclave not the Dwemer or even the Imperials for that matter in this crisis.

The city guards shot arrows at it. But it was no use the flying machine's armor wasn't even scratched by the volleys arrows thrown at it. Mages tried to bring down with a powerful fireball, but the machine just dodged the fireballs, because it was moving at very fast speeds that were comparable to a dragon. It was dodging every bit of magicka from Aetherius and not even getting grazed. It soon began to hover over the city guards and mages of Dusk with the turret pointing at the concentrated formation of the guards.

Its turrets were shooting at the guards and spinning, while the turret was red hot from all the small explosions from the pipes. The guards and mages were getting torn to chunks of gore and their blood that was saturated the dirt of the city streets of Dusk later. Guards were dying one by one in brutal ways that would make an Orc of Orsinium cringe with disgust as these mere people filled with holes like bloody shredded cheese. When the aircraft terrified the city to the point when the citizens resolve was shattered, and the gunfire stopped. The spinning blades of the vessel were pointed up as the buzzing sound lessened in stanched air of Dusk where it was hovering over the king's palace.

The vehicle began to slowly descend downward from the air very slowly. It was moving down when there were sliding doors reopening from the flying vessel. With hulking armored individuals who were probably wearing hundreds of pounds of armor, while standing nine feet tall pouring out of the side doors of the strange ship? Tarene counted eight soldiers from that ship that parked outside of his palace.

There was one soldier in their ranks that had only a shirt and stood only six feet tall. He was wearing a hat with a capital E on it. His clothes were made of cloth that was a green color, and was wearing gloves that were glistening off the light of the damaged hanging lamp on his right. This was great news king Tarene as he grabbed a glass bow from under his bed, the arrow he was going to use tipped with finest poison. He aimed at the torso of the man leading the company of soldiers pulling the bow string as hard as he can.

He fired his arrow at the man's leg by accident when his was jostled by a falling piece of debris from that broke his arm. Causing him to miss his intended target area of the chest. The huge soldiers pointed their crossbows without a bow type weapons at the window Tarene fired from. Their devices fired out green balls of energy that burned holes in the wood, and set the Thalmor tapestries on fire in the king's master bedroom. Tarene hid under his bed as spheres of green energy were flying around his room setting things on fire, and leaving very little opportunity for escape. He heard a familiar and loud voice from the door it was being smashed open.

"Run!"

It was the king's trusted advisor Siltal of Dusk, and supreme commander of the military of Aldmeri Dominion. She grabbed the king of Dusk and put him behind a shield that she used as cover when the bolts of green fire struck the room. The decorations of the elven shield were melted away. Its once golden color is now covered red-hot craters with some of the molten metal dripping off and burning through the wooden floor. He had to make a break fr it befor the shield was compromised. In order to escape his bedroom without getting hit by the green bolts of light and fire.

He made a run from the elven shield where he and his advisor were hiding. But was hit by a bolt of light in his back. The searing pain he felt made him howl in pain. He looked at his back that was hit with a bolt of energy. It was a charred crater in his flesh that exposed his bones. His ribs were charred from the damage of that weapon that soldier discharged at him. His skin was burned the splash effect the bolt had, the outer region was merely blistered red, and the center was a charred hole in his back. He felt minimal pain, but could only limp away as his advisor held him up.

He limped on the burning wooden floor, while weary of the impending collapse. He felt cracking noise on the charred wood of the floors of his palace. He felt the wood creak as its integrity was reduced by the effects of weapons by those strange humans. But he began to hear a cracking noise. It was the floor that was about to collapse underneath him. He and his advisor moved as the floor begun to crack the faster he limped away from the floor under him to the stair to his throne room.

He limped down the crumbling wooden stairs of his palace to his throne room's secret escape tunnel. Under his throne in the center of the stairs that lead up to his throne. On the right-hand side was a switch that opens the secrete passageway. He devised the escape plan while walking down the crumbling stairs from his bedroom.

Tarene opened the secret trap door when he pressed the button on the right pillar of his throne. He pushed his mer finger on the button and the stairs leading to his throne room receded down to Areal an underground passage that leads out of the city. He limped down the receded marble stairs of his throne to the secret passage doorway. He pushed at the door with every last ounce of strength he had left, because he was gravely wounded from a human weapon. He tried pushing the heavy stone door, but it only budged a few inches.

His advisor decided to help him push the stone door open with him. Silthal and her king pushed until the door budged just an inch away from just opening a little bit. Just as they heard the motor like sounds of those humans in mechanical armor in the halls. They pushed the door even harder as their lives depended on it. They pushed harder and harder until the door moved two inches. But when they battered the door open with their bare hands, the door finally opened. They proceeded through the filthy rat infested tunnels to the exit of the city that extends twenty miles outside.

They strode through the filthy denizens of Dusk for what felt like hours to Silthal and King Tarene, but the stench in the tunnel was likely the cause of elven dead under the secret tunnel made for king to escape in times of great crisis. They were walking through mud and decaying high elves from the merethic era long ago in the time where the elves reigned supreme. As they went through hours foulness and the stench of dead elves and the sounds of ghosts made the place very terrifying. In the tunnel hallucinated ghost that allowed them to pass free through the tunnels of the city?

The ghosts were that of his father and his subjects that let him pass to allow his son to survive on his way out of the secret passageway. The ghosts never speak, and they only allowed the king and his advisor through, because that king was the last of his bloodline. They walked through the tomb of his ancestors, and the way to the exit was only two miles away from the pipeline in the east coast beaches of Alinor. When the king was going through more mud and sharp stones when past those ghosts on the way out.

Sharp rocks were cutting the kings feet to ribbons as he didn't have enough time to put on shoes, because he was shot by mechanized human soldiers from Terra. But when the glass was cutting his feet like thousands of small kitchen utensils, his feet started to turn black from infection. His feet have got infected from the filthy environment of the secret passageway to the east coast of Alinor. The infection in his lower extremities were spreading at an alarming rate, the limbs look they needed to be remedied quickly by the best healers in Alinor.

He had reached the point where there was a light at the end of the passageway out of the underground depths. He was walking slowly for what felt like days in that passageway, but he's finally goanna get out of there. In the hell of a tunnel that had razor sharp rocks, and spectres of oblivion in it. The hell that was the passageway possibly claimed two of the king's limbs from an infection on the way to the exit of the terrifying tunnel of oblivion and hell.

"We have to crawl through the pipe, my lord! I know you're not going to like this, but we have other choice here. You're going to have to crawl through the long pipe with me to make our escape! But we're not going to escape if you can't take the initiative to do so. Otherwise you're infection will kill you. I know you might lose your legs after this is over, but we have no other choice." Silthal said in a worried and frantic tone.

"Ok I'll do it! I just hope the eight devines have help ready for us on our way out." Said king Tarene of Dusk as he was afraid of his current predicament.

He got into the bronze tube with what little strength he had left. His legs practically dragging as they're about to rot off or suffer from avulsions of his flesh as he dragged through the tube. The last stage of the escape tunnel out of Dusk. King Tarene felt the occasional ripping noise of his skin like the sounds heard when he tortured humans for worshipping Talos. He felt muscle pain in his legs from the lack of skin as he passed through the tube to the beaches of Alinor as if his quality of life depended on it.

When he was making his through the reflected surface of the pipe that had the temperature of a scorching desert in Hammerfell, the center of the tube was rather black and scratched like sand paper. The king felt worse pain than people who're tortured in Oblivion during the oblivion crisis 200 years ago when the Altmer were still under the rule of the imperial empire of man. His pain increased as his necrotic legs nerves felt like they were dipped in lava and seared to a crisp. If Escaping was this painful he would probably allow the Enclave to kill him in his throne room.

When he started to see a grate at the end of his escape tube that was probably designed by my cousin, so he get the thrown when he dies a horrible death as a result of this infernal escape pipe. He crawled slowly at the end of the pipe that was making the necrosis in his limbs even worse every second he passed through it. His advisor poured a cure poison remedy his legs to prevent them from falling apart. The king breathed a sigh of relief as the necrosis of his limbs were treated and they could be restored by healer on the way out.

He approached the grate that could probably open with enough force as it was a doorway disguised as two foot wide sewer pipe. His legs begun to return to normal as Siltal poured a healing remedy on it. The limbs flesh slowly begun to regenerate as the liquid was dropped on it, creating new skin and muscle, so he would have enough strength to open the doorway to the beaches of summerset

When he pushed the grate open he saw a familiar face outside of the pipe who was standing on the pristine beaches of Alinor.

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