376. Greeting the People who join the Tournament

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As the sun dipped lower, Sico lingered on the sidelines, watching the team train. The rhythm of their movements, the laughter, and the occasional shouts of triumph painted a picture of hope—a reminder of what they were fighting for. For the first time in a long while, the future felt bright.

The next morning, Sanctuary was alive with anticipation. Word had spread about the soccer tournament, and the settlement bustled with activity as preparations were finalized. Flags bearing the Minutemen emblem fluttered in the crisp morning breeze, adding a festive atmosphere to the otherwise utilitarian settlement.

Sico stood at the entrance to Sanctuary, the gates wide open to welcome the day's visitors. Dressed in his usual gear but with a lighter demeanor than usual, he carried a clipboard to keep track of arrivals. Beside him, Piper was already scribbling in her notebook, her enthusiasm palpable.

"You're really taking this tournament seriously, huh, Blue?" Piper teased, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "I mean, a clipboard? Who are you, Preston?"

Sico chuckled. "Somebody's got to keep things organized. Besides, you're the one jotting down every little detail."

"Hey, that's different," Piper shot back with a smirk. "I'm writing history here."

Sico smiled but didn't reply, his focus shifting to the dusty road stretching toward the horizon. The morning sun cast long shadows, and the sound of an approaching caravan caught his attention.

"Here we go," he muttered, straightening his posture.

A group of travelers came into view, their silhouettes gradually taking shape as they neared the gates. Leading the pack was a wagon pulled by a pair of Brahmin, followed by several individuals walking alongside it. Among them were players dressed in various makeshift uniforms and spectators carrying bags of supplies and gear.

Sico stepped forward as the group arrived, offering a welcoming smile. "Welcome to Sanctuary," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I'm General Sico of the Minutemen. You must be here for the tournament."

"That's right," replied a middle-aged man at the front of the group. He extended a hand, which Sico shook firmly. "Name's Mark. We're from Bunker Hill. Brought our team and a few fans along."

Sico nodded. "Glad to have you. Piper here will help with registration. She'll get your team squared away and make sure everyone knows where to set up."

Piper gave a friendly wave and motioned for Mark to follow her. As she began jotting down names and numbers, another caravan appeared in the distance.

Throughout the morning, the arrivals continued in a steady stream. Teams from Diamond City, Goodneighbor, Quincy, and even far-flung settlements like The Slog came rolling in, each bringing their own unique energy to the growing crowd. Some teams arrived on foot, while others came in patched-up vehicles adorned with makeshift banners and flags.

One team stood out—a group of well-coordinated players wearing neatly stitched uniforms in shades of green and gold. Their leader, a young woman with sharp eyes and a confident stride, introduced herself as Rachel from Vault 81.

"We've been training for this," Rachel said, shaking Sico's hand. "And we're here to win."

"I like the confidence," Sico replied with a grin. "Good luck out there."

As the day wore on, the population of Sanctuary swelled. Spectators set up makeshift camps along the outskirts, and the energy in the settlement grew increasingly electric. Sico and Piper worked tirelessly to ensure every team and spectator was accounted for, with Piper occasionally darting off to chase down an interesting story for her paper.

By early afternoon, the gates saw the arrival of a team that immediately drew whispers from the crowd. They were from Quincy, a settlement still recovering from its liberation by the Minutemen. Their captain, a tall and wiry man named Ellis, approached Sico with a firm handshake.

"General," Ellis said, his tone filled with respect. "We're here to show that Quincy's still standing—and still fighting."

Sico placed a hand on Ellis's shoulder. "It's good to see you here. Your team's presence means a lot, not just to me but to everyone who believes in the Minutemen. Welcome."

As the Quincy team joined the others on the field to warm up, Sico finally allowed himself a moment to take it all in. The soccer field was alive with activity—teams running drills, spectators chatting excitedly, and volunteers setting up stalls to sell food and drinks. For the first time in weeks, Sanctuary felt more like a community than a fortress.

Piper sidled up to him, her notebook tucked under one arm. "So, what's the tally?"

Sico glanced at his clipboard. "Sixteen teams total. A solid turnout."

"Not bad for a post-apocalyptic soccer tournament," Piper said with a smirk. "Think Sanctuary's ready for this?"

"We'd better be," Sico replied, his tone light but sincere. "This isn't just about the game. It's about showing the Commonwealth what we're capable of when we come together."

As if on cue, the sound of cheering erupted from the field. Sico and Piper turned to see a group of children playing an impromptu game with an old, patched-up soccer ball. Their laughter rang out across the settlement, a poignant reminder of what they were all fighting for.

"That," Sico said, nodding toward the children, "is why we do this."

Piper followed his gaze and smiled. "Guess you're not just a soldier after all, huh, Blue? You've got a heart in there somewhere."

"Don't let that get around," Sico replied with a grin.

The sun dipped lower in the sky as the last few arrivals were registered and directed to their designated areas. With everything in place, Sico took a deep breath, feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Tomorrow's the big day," he said, more to himself than anyone else.

Piper, ever the optimist, clapped him on the back. "And it's gonna be one for the history books, Blue. Mark my words."

As the day settled into late afternoon, the bustling energy of Sanctuary showed no signs of waning. The air was filled with the murmur of voices, the occasional laughter of children, and the sound of hammers striking wood. The bazaar near the soccer field's entrance was shaping up to be another highlight of the tournament, with settlers and caravaners setting up stands to sell goods. From food to handcrafted trinkets, there was an eclectic mix of offerings that reflected the resourcefulness of the Commonwealth's people.

Sico made his way toward the bazaar, clipboard tucked under his arm. He spotted Sturges in the middle of the chaos, directing a group of volunteers. The mechanic's rolled-up sleeves were smudged with grease and dirt, his ever-present tool belt sagging slightly as he helped hoist a wooden beam into place.

"Sturges!" Sico called out, weaving through the half-built stalls.

Sturges turned, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. His face lit up with a grin when he saw Sico. "General! You here to lend a hand, or are you just here for the show?"

Sico chuckled. "Depends. What's the most backbreaking task you've got left?"

"Well," Sturges said, placing his hands on his hips and surveying the scene, "we're almost done setting up the main stalls. Just a few more beams to secure and some tables to place. After that, it's all about making the place look pretty."

Sico stepped closer, inspecting the work. The bazaar was already bustling with activity. A woman was arranging bottles of purified water on a makeshift counter, while a trader from Bunker Hill displayed an assortment of pre-war clothing. Nearby, a group of settlers worked together to erect a larger stand that smelled distinctly of brahmin steaks.

"Looks like you've got a good system going here," Sico remarked.

"Eh, it's organized chaos," Sturges replied with a shrug. "But we've got good people. Everyone wants this to be a success, so they're pitching in however they can."

Sico nodded, watching as a young boy handed nails to one of the volunteers. It was moments like these that reminded him why he fought so hard to rebuild the Commonwealth. Despite the hardships and dangers, people were still willing to come together for something bigger than themselves.

"Alright," Sico said, rolling up his sleeves. "Point me to a task. I might not be as handy as you, but I can follow instructions."

Sturges laughed. "Alright, General. Let's see what you're made of. Over there—James and his crew are struggling to get that awning up. Could use an extra pair of hands."

Sico nodded and made his way over to the group. James, a burly man with a thick beard, greeted him with a look of surprise.

"General Sico? You sure you wanna get your hands dirty?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.

"James," Sico replied with a grin, "if I can fend off raiders and super mutants, I think I can handle a piece of canvas."

The group chuckled, and Sico joined them in securing the awning. It was a simple but satisfying task, and the camaraderie among the workers made the time fly. By the time they finished, the stand was sturdy and ready for use.

"Nice work, General," James said, clapping Sico on the back. "Didn't think I'd ever see a Minutemen leader doing grunt work."

"Leadership's about more than giving orders," Sico replied. "Sometimes, you've got to get in the trenches—literally."

As he stepped back to admire their handiwork, Sico caught sight of a familiar face weaving through the crowd. It was Preston Garvey, his Minutemen lieutenant, carrying a crate of supplies.

"Preston!" Sico called out.

Preston turned and smiled when he saw Sico. "General. Didn't expect to see you out here."

"Thought I'd check on the bazaar," Sico said. "Looks like it's coming together nicely."

"It is," Preston agreed. "Everyone's pitching in. Even the traders from Goodneighbor are helping out. It's… good to see."

There was a note of emotion in Preston's voice, and Sico could tell that the sight of so many people working together struck a chord with him. For someone who had fought so hard to keep the Minutemen alive, this must have felt like vindication.

"It's more than good," Sico said. "It's what we've been fighting for."

Preston nodded, setting the crate down at a nearby stand. "Couldn't have done it without you, General."

Sico smiled but didn't dwell on the praise. "Let's keep it going, then."

They spent the next few hours helping wherever they could. Sico assisted in assembling tables, moving supplies, and even taste-testing a batch of mutfruit pies from a particularly eager vendor. The work was hard but rewarding, and by the time the sun began to dip toward the horizon, the bazaar was nearly complete.

Sturges joined Sico as they stood at the edge of the field, watching the final touches being made. The stalls were adorned with colorful fabrics and hand-painted signs, and the air was filled with the enticing smells of cooked meat and fresh-baked bread. Settlers and traders bustled about, chatting and laughing as they prepared for the influx of visitors expected tomorrow.

"You did good today, General," Sturges said, leaning against a post. "Didn't think you'd stick around this long."

"Can't let you have all the fun," Sico replied with a grin.

Sturges laughed. "Fair enough. But seriously, this is shaping up to be something special. People are excited—not just for the tournament, but for what it represents."

"Hope," Sico said simply. "That's what this is about."

"Damn right," Sturges agreed. "Now, how about we grab a bite? That lady selling brahmin steaks was eyeing you earlier. Think she's got one with your name on it."

Sico laughed, his stomach growling at the mention of food. "Sounds like a plan."

The smell of sizzling brahmin steak wafted through the air, drawing Sico and Sturges toward the stand like moths to a flame. The vendor, a middle-aged woman with her gray hair tied in a loose bun, was busy tending to a makeshift grill fashioned out of an old sheet of metal and cinder blocks. Her stall was simple but inviting, with a sign that read *Best Brahmin Steaks in the Commonwealth* scrawled across a plank of wood.

"Hey there, ma'am," Sturges said with his usual friendly grin as they approached. "How much for two steaks?"

The woman looked up from her grill and wiped her hands on her apron. "Two steaks? That'll be fifty caps."

Sturges dug into his pocket without hesitation, fishing out a handful of caps and handing them over. "Here you go," he said, his grin widening. "Two steaks, please."

As the woman set to work plating up their order, Sico leaned toward Sturges. "You didn't have to do that," he said, pulling out his own pouch of caps. "Let me cover it."

Sturges shook his head and waved him off. "Nah, General, this one's on me. Consider it a thank-you for all the hard work you've been putting in. Besides, I've got to take care of my boss every once in a while, right?"

Sico smirked but didn't press the issue. "Alright, but next time, it's my treat."

"Deal," Sturges replied, tipping his hat slightly.

The vendor handed over two plates of steak, each with a side of roasted mutfruit and a chunk of cornbread. "Here you go, boys. Hope you enjoy it," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, ma'am," Sturges said as he grabbed the plates. He gestured toward a nearby makeshift table and chairs set up under a patched-up tarp. "Come on, General, let's dig in."

They settled into their seats, the rickety chairs creaking slightly under their weight. The table was adorned with a mismatched tablecloth that had clearly seen better days, but it gave the whole setup a homely charm. Sico picked up his fork and knife, cutting into the steak. The first bite was tender and smoky, with just the right amount of seasoning.

"This is good," Sico said, his voice full of approval. "Best steak I've had in a while."

"Told you it'd be worth it," Sturges said, already halfway through his own plate. "Sometimes the simplest meals are the best, you know? Especially when they're made with care."

Sico nodded, savoring another bite. The food, the company, and the atmosphere all felt like a much-needed reprieve from the constant stress of leadership. For a moment, it was easy to forget about raiders, super mutants, and the looming threat of the Institute.

Around them, the bazaar continued to buzz with activity. Settlers laughed and bartered, children darted between stalls, and the smell of grilled food mingled with the earthy scent of freshly turned soil. It was a picture of life and resilience, a testament to what the Commonwealth could be when people came together.

As they ate, Sturges leaned back in his chair and glanced at Sico. "You ever think about how far we've come, General? A year ago, Sanctuary was just a ghost town. Now look at it. A real community. Hell, this tournament might just be the thing that brings the whole Commonwealth together."

Sico set his fork down, his expression thoughtful. "It's why we fight, isn't it? Not just to survive, but to build something better. Something worth protecting."

"Damn straight," Sturges said, raising his glass of purified water as if making a toast. "Here's to that."

Sico lifted his own glass, clinking it gently against Sturges'. "To the Commonwealth," he said with a small smile.

They finished their meal in companionable silence, occasionally trading remarks about the bazaar or the teams warming up on the soccer field. When they were done, Sico leaned back in his chair, feeling more content than he had in weeks.

"Thanks for the meal, Sturges," he said sincerely.

"Anytime, General," Sturges replied, standing and stretching. "Now, what do you say we take one last lap around the bazaar before calling it a day? Make sure everything's good to go for tomorrow."

Sico stood as well, nodding. "Let's do it."

Together, they wandered back into the heart of the bazaar, the day's light fading into a warm, golden hue. There was still work to be done, but for the first time in a long time, Sico felt like they were truly moving in the right direction. Tomorrow's tournament would be more than just a game—it would be a celebration of everything they'd worked so hard to build.

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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

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