MORENO: THESE MEN HAVE BEEN FASHIONED INTO A HONED KILLING MACHINE. THEY ARE PERHAPS THE FINEST INFANTRY THAT HAVE GRACED THIS GODFORSAKEN DESERT. AND NOW, THEY WILL TAKE THE OATH.

The oath?

MORENO: RAISE YOUR RIGHT HAND.

All 200 raise their right hand at once and repeat in near-perfect unison.

"I swear by God this holy oath that I shall render unconditional obedience to the people of the Mojave and to the Leader of the Nation, Courier Six, supreme commander of the armed forces, and that as a brave soldier I shall at all times be prepared to give my life for this oath."

Well that’s weird. It’s hard not to notice more than a few of your council staring daggers at the back of your head. Arcade looks particularly perturbed, mouth slightly agape.

Moreno: FALL OUT.

And just like that, the newly sworn in soldiers of the Mojave turn back on their heels and march out of sight. You’re left feeling slightly confused at the oath situation but more worried at Arcade’s reaction. You lean next to Kreger’s ear.

[Kreger, what was that whole bit at the end?]

Kreger: I apologize, Courier. I talked to Moreno and told him we’d discuss some sort of oath or promise later but it seems he’s used the authority I’ve granted him for training to shoehorn it in. On the bright side, the oath is to you and the soldiers are very well drilled, Courier.

As the attendees filter out, you’re left grappling with the lack of control over every facet of the government. This was always expected but this is the first time you’ve been left out of the loop from the beginning to the end of the process. Should you be concerned though? The troops did look great in their armor and they certainly carry themselves better than any NCR trooper you’ve seen. And the oath was to you and the Mojave…

These thoughts follow you back to New Vegas.