Another night in the Wasteland. You are Raiders, your old boss only cared about his own profit, and this led to a revolt against him, led by you. With the support of Porter and Powder, you managed to draw most of the gang to your side, and now that the battle was over and the bodies of the dead were buried, you assumed the title of Boss.
With a smirk, you looked around at your new subjects, gathered around the big campfire. Just over a dozen filthy scragglers, almost all male, clutching crude weapons in their hands. They look at you hopefully, and you salute them with a bottle of prewar whiskey found among the previous boss's supplies.
"I will lead you to a brighter future!" you shout, drunk and happy.
"Boss! Boss!!! "Boss! Boss!!!" they shout in discordant voices, their bottles and mugs filled with simpler, more potent booze.
The next morning, when the fire had burned out and you'd all had breakfast and a hangover, you began to deal with what you'd gotten. Raidertown, your new home, is a small, unmaintained settlement. It's full of scraps and debris, but your experience of Wasteland life tells you there are uses for them. You have a water source in the form of a water tower, but it's hardly clean, and there's enough food for a week at most. A dozen dilapidated huts stand in a semicircle, and the settlement is open to attack from three sides.
With a deep sigh, you sat down in the chair from which the old boss had once given orders. It's still covered in caked blood, but it's comfortable enough, and you don't care about the rest. Here, in the improvised HQ, you've gathered both of your advisors to discuss plans for the future of the Raiders and Raidertown with them.
"I've got a pretty good lab and some chemicals here," Powder began. As usual, she wiggles on the toes of her overly large army boots and smiles broadly.
"I can make some grenades and smoke bombs to help our men in the raid. I can also try to heal the wounded afterwards, but I can't guarantee the results. I have lots of ideas for new mixtures, so please bring me some test subjects!" finished the girl.
After listening to her, you nodded and shifted your gaze to the man next to you. He, on the other hand, looked collected and unperturbed.
"We don't have much... of everything, Boss," Porter spoke up.
"There are trees around the settlement worth cutting down for a better view and to build a security perimeter. Some of the houses can be repaired, others are easier to disassemble. We have enough resources for a raid, and the sooner we strike, the better. To survive, we must gather everything of value we can find," he paused to catch his breath.
"Not just food, but chemicals, jewelry... I don't know, maybe slaves? I'm not a fan of that stuff, but it's still a very valuable good on the wasteland. Even the big cities use hired workers, and besides, our guys will need to blow off steam somehow," your right hand finished.
After thinking for a while, you rose from your chair to voice your decision.
"Do we have a target to attack?" you asked.
"Yes, Boss. The scouts found a small farm nearby, lots of food and only one family. An easy target," Porter confirmed.