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5/24/2025, 3:27:53 AM
You sign off on the directives and leave your office. You’ve already let the rest of the council know you’ll be gone but kept the reasoning vague. You can sniff out liars better than anyone and the best way to hide a lie is not to lie. They did question who you'll be leaving in charge and honestly that befuddled you.
Your first thought went to Cass but she’s so busy with the caravan expansion that you’d hate to put something on her plate. You still don’t fully trust Kreger, or rather the rest of the council doesn’t and Boone would probably sign away your independence to the NCR. It’s times like this that make you wish you had your brain outside of your body. Or Ulysses.
But in absence of them, you ultimately decide on a small group of Cass, Arcade, Kreger, Weintraub and The King. You don’t plan on anything happening during your absence to require them making any decisions, but man plans….
You close your office door and turn to the ever-present Jane. While she was a plaything of House’s, you turned her to slag during your coup and a few of your companions were nice enough to require her as your personal assistant.
[Jane, I’ll be gone for a few weeks. Please don’t let anyone in my office and have any correspondence put on the front desk of the Lucky 38.]
“You got it, darling. Good luck and be safe, ya hear?”
You give a wave behind you as you start down the hallway to your personal armory. You figure you’ll travel light for this trip, knowing that if it is a trap it might be difficult to fight through thousands of legionaries.
To that end, you pack the Stealth Suit Mkll while wearing the traditional Roving Trader outfit. You decide on the silenced 10MM Machine gun for the same reason as the stealth suit but pack plenty of grenades and C-4 because you can never have enough. Finally, you round out your relatively small arsenal with a battle rifle. As it’s being adopted by your armed forces, you want to acquaint yourself with it a bit more.
After packing the many pockets and your backpack with provisions, ammunition and just about anything else your inner packrat could need, you depart the Lucky 38 towards the coordinates given. You walk along the dam for the first time in months and are shocked by how quiet the old world wall is. Thousands died over it and the war still rages elsewhere because of it. And as you stroll along and gaze out onto Lake Mead, you’re struck by the sheer beauty of the Mojave. This place is worth the blood, sweat and tears.
Deciding to cross your own Rubicon, you finish crossing the Colorado River and head to the coordinates that were given to you by the legion agent. After walking East for roughly an hour, you spot a small tent shackled up next to a smokeless campfire. A cloaked figure kneels next to it, turning the embers over with a stick.
Your first thought went to Cass but she’s so busy with the caravan expansion that you’d hate to put something on her plate. You still don’t fully trust Kreger, or rather the rest of the council doesn’t and Boone would probably sign away your independence to the NCR. It’s times like this that make you wish you had your brain outside of your body. Or Ulysses.
But in absence of them, you ultimately decide on a small group of Cass, Arcade, Kreger, Weintraub and The King. You don’t plan on anything happening during your absence to require them making any decisions, but man plans….
You close your office door and turn to the ever-present Jane. While she was a plaything of House’s, you turned her to slag during your coup and a few of your companions were nice enough to require her as your personal assistant.
[Jane, I’ll be gone for a few weeks. Please don’t let anyone in my office and have any correspondence put on the front desk of the Lucky 38.]
“You got it, darling. Good luck and be safe, ya hear?”
You give a wave behind you as you start down the hallway to your personal armory. You figure you’ll travel light for this trip, knowing that if it is a trap it might be difficult to fight through thousands of legionaries.
To that end, you pack the Stealth Suit Mkll while wearing the traditional Roving Trader outfit. You decide on the silenced 10MM Machine gun for the same reason as the stealth suit but pack plenty of grenades and C-4 because you can never have enough. Finally, you round out your relatively small arsenal with a battle rifle. As it’s being adopted by your armed forces, you want to acquaint yourself with it a bit more.
After packing the many pockets and your backpack with provisions, ammunition and just about anything else your inner packrat could need, you depart the Lucky 38 towards the coordinates given. You walk along the dam for the first time in months and are shocked by how quiet the old world wall is. Thousands died over it and the war still rages elsewhere because of it. And as you stroll along and gaze out onto Lake Mead, you’re struck by the sheer beauty of the Mojave. This place is worth the blood, sweat and tears.
Deciding to cross your own Rubicon, you finish crossing the Colorado River and head to the coordinates that were given to you by the legion agent. After walking East for roughly an hour, you spot a small tent shackled up next to a smokeless campfire. A cloaked figure kneels next to it, turning the embers over with a stick.
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