It has been a year since you, Courier Six, drove Caesar’s mighty Legions back across the Colorado River and sent the Bear black west with its tail between its legs. You harnessed House’s robotic army to secure the Mojave. Since then, you’ve brought peace and prosperity to the newly minted “New Vegas Directorate” with the help of a growing bureaucracy headed by your closest companions.The road has not been easy and you have recently “cleansed” Zion from the Boomer Blight, an engineered plague that had the potential to end the wasteland. With the immediate disasters handled, you now look forward. You have begun the rehabilitation of Big Mountain and welcomed waves of Enclave immigrants to New Vegas. Now, you are celebrating independence day with the rest of the Mojave. With so much already behind you and an even longer road ahead, what awaits Courier Six, now The Director?
Back by literally no demand! QM curse aside, the last few months have been insane but now seem to be on the up and up. While it may be a tad slow for a few weeks, I've been itching to resume. I just hope y'all are as excited as I am. Thread 1: Genesis The Courier talks Lanius down, and General Oliver is thrown off the Dam. A ceasefire is negotiated with the NCR and the chaos in Freeside is swiftly put down. In the chaos of the battle, the Brotherhood took over Helios.Boone got talked into staying around, the Courier absolutely dogwalked the NCR ambassador two separate times for a very favorable treaty with the Mojave in return for much of the dam’s power and water. The Crimson Caravan is banned from the Mojave and the beginning of the Follower-Mojave relationship is formed over bath houses. The Courier encounters boomer blight for the first time after asking the Boomers for food, though not understanding the severity at the time. Doing what the NCR couldn’t, the Courier completely eradicated the Fiends as a force in the Mojave, demolishing Vault 3 in the process. A massive deal is made with the Brahmin Baron Heck Gunderson to supply much needed food to Freeside in return for vast freedom over his businesses and for his son to serve as AG Secretary. Senator Armstrong of the NCR is introduced.
Thread 2: Ain’t like chowing down on Fancy Lad Snack Cakes…The Courier discovers a large group of raiders operating from the town of Nipton, targeting NCR visitors from the border. The Courier also officially creates his council, the nexus of the Mojave Government. The Courier finally explores Lucky 38, finding wealth and secrets that he quickly uses, most notably the Mojave Rehabilitation Plan. But much of the information pulled is heavily corrupted and will take time and effort to make use of. The Courier refuses to let House die and instead rushes him off to Big Mountain to extract his brain from the rotting body, resulting in House in a coma. The Brotherhood makes another move and seizes Black Mountain.Boone runs into a stranded NCR special forces group who agrees to stick around for the time being and they prove instrumental in the dramatic victory over the Nipton raiders after they launched a terror attack on the NCR border crossing. Senator Armstrong climbs the ladder of power and is invited into NCR President Kimball’s Council. The New Vegas Police Department is created to alleviate pressure on the Securitron Force and begin the process of civilian control over the region. A military is officially created with the former Enclave captain as its head, with an infantry core being the focus and the M1 Garand selected as the standard rifle of the armed forces and a production deal made with the gun runners. The beginnings of industry is created as a nascent leather industry grows around the production of leather armor for the armed forces. The Mojave Rose Caravan Company was created with Cass as its president, cutting construction costs and alleviating the issue of transportation.The Courier activates the Emergency Beacon in the Remnants Bunker and is offered a deal to heal Caesar in return for a mighty boon.
Thread 3: Render Unto Caesar The Courier travels deep into Legion lands to heal Caesar of his tumor, learning much about the empire in the process. In return for healing Edward Sallow, the Courier receives a set of master codes that should override any government facility in the country. In the aftermath of the surgery, Caesar now believes that the Courier is the heir of his empire though much needs to be done for the Mojave walker to earn that position. Before heading back West, the Courier also planted the seeds of a major conspiracy forming against Caesar with the goal of destabilizing and weakening the Legion. The Boomer Blight, which is an altered strain of the Vault 22 and Big Mountain strains, begins to become a much larger issue with it being manmade, particularly hard to treat and multiple strains existing in the wasteland. But it’s not just confined to the Mojave, with rumors of it having infected the lush lands of Zion. While focusing on this apocalyptic issue, the Courier also continues to strengthen the position of the Mojave. He negotiated a massive investment deal with a cabal of NCR businesses and a minor agreement made with the Brotherhood to provide technical support throughout the desert. Yes-Man finishes his upgrades and turns into an even bigger big brother than he was before and a very generous trade agreement is signed with the Legion. A New Reno crime family shows up in Freeside, causing endless headaches for the Courier and his government. Perhaps the most impactful episode happens when the Courier explores Hawthorne Depot, finding a large NCR garrison and roping in the Brotherhood and Legion for a raid.After insertion with Vertibirds, the initial assault goes nearly perfectly but disaster strikes when an explosion kicks up a nerve agent and nuclear material in the middle of a dust storm, killing the entire town, garrison and the raiding force while also nearly killing the Courier in the process. After waking up back in Hidden Valley, the Courier is without the Platinum Chip and the master override codes with no idea on the status of either. Arcade Gannon and his research team sent to Zion have gone silent and the status of the Platinum Chip unknown. The only saving grace is the Courier officially decides on a direction for the Mojave, creating the New Vegas Directorate and giving the nascent government an air of legitimacy. Quintilius Publicis is introduced.
Thread 4: An Evil Awakens The Courier wastes no time in finding the Platinum Chip, but also comes away with no answers on what exactly happened in Hawthorne. He discovers a treasure trove of pre-war military equipment stored in a locked bunker. The Courier journeys deep into Zion to uncover what happened to his research team and stumbles upon horrors beyond his imagination. He fights his way through the entire valley, pushed nearly to his limit. He finds a handful of survivors and evacuates them, though Joshua Graham stayed behind as a distraction. The survivors of Zion are settled at Cottonwood Cove, now renamed Genesis. Domestically, valuable resources are found throughout the Mojave and construction on the first gold mine is underway. The dual investment finishes up and the region is rapidly industrializing. A series of states are drawn up dividing the Mojave into governorships, and those governors are approved by the Courier. Funding is decided on a “per-head” basis. An intelligence apparatus is created and the Armed Forces is rapidly expanded, with additional manpower given by the Freeside Republic after agreeing to join the NVD. The Courier takes a trip to The Divide to ask Ulysses to join his government and look for a weapon to destroy the Boomer Blight in Zion. Ulysses joins after a few months of consideration, while The Courier finds a nuclear weapon to use.The Courier travels to Big Mountain to talk to House’s brain fresh out of his coma, gleaning some perspective on the Mojave’s situation. He returns again to bring Doctor Henry and Arcade to the scientific wonderland only to find out that House is now missing. Henry and Arcade begin to settle into Big Mountain but have different wishes for its use. The national currency is decided to be casino chips, with the specifics still being worked out. The NCR attempts to shut down all traffic and trade, but is quickly overruled by NCR business interests. The Courier visits Creech AFB with Bear Team One and a platoon of troopers but encounters nothing but misery. He finds out that the Boomer Blight has begun to spread from Zion.The Courier makes his way to Fortification Hill, discovering that it needs repairs and needs raw material, but can repair and build new Securitrons. The water shortage was also investigated but no cause was found. The Salvatore Crime Family was quarantined and raided in a joint operation that rounded up every member. In talking to their leader, Courier realized Cyrus Long is Enclave-affiliated and agreed to accept his people in the NVD.
Thread 5: RebirthZion is destroyed by the Courier’s hand, hopefully ending the Plague once and for all though exacting a high cost. The discussion over crime careens off the cliff and is put on hold while Courier Six goes on a mission to kill Vulpes, the Wolf of the Wastes. Kimball narrowly loses his re-election to Allgood Murphy and begins to plot his revenge and The Courier spends some much-deserved R&R with his companions. A meeting with the representative of the Enclave Immigrants goes…well and they begin to settle at Novac, Goodsprings and Genesis. Courier Six really explores Big Mountain and begins putting down the building blocks to reclaim it for the Directorate with the help of a newly-rebooted Dr. Möbius. The Courier finished up his tour of the Mojave (narrowly avoiding being crushed by a boulder) while visiting Jacobstown, Genesis, Boulder City, Novac, Freeside and Westside. The courier is now in New Vegas, celebrating the climax of the anniversary.Wow that was a lot! I'll leave the thread up tonight with links to the previous threads for everyone to jog their memory.
Link to previous threads (upvote them!!!)https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=No+Gods%2C+No+Masters
I'm hype, give me a prompt to vote on you goober
The morning of the anniversary has finally come and surprisingly, you’re on schedule for once. Having spent the evening with The Kings, you stop over to the Old Mormon Fort for breakfast with some of the Followers before heading to Westside. The Old Mormon Fort has always been full of patients, ranging from the serious injuries to the superficial. But now the fort is overflowing with the injured and sick. Unsurprisingly, Julie Farkas is right there next to the other followers as they attempt to stem the flow. So you kiss the breakfast goodbye and jump in to help. You don’t have your usual medical supplies but you’re still the best doctor in the wasteland. Most of the injuries are light, be those cuts or the occasional broken bone. The more dire are triaged and put in tents that ring the courtyard. You don’t stop working until mid-afternoon, but your presence helped greatly. You sit in the shade and wash yourself off with a canteen when Julie joins you. Farkas: This may not be the best way to celebrate.[I’ve had worse. It’s the least I can do, these are my citizens I suppose.]Farkas: I heard about how you defused the riot last night, we probably would have had a lot more dead if it wasn’t for you. You take a look at the injured spread over the ground and stuffed to the gills in the tents. [Hard to believe it could be worse.]Farkas: This wasn’t too unusual before you came here, by the way. Sure House would roll his robots in when it got bad enough, but that’s only because it was impacting his cash flow.That’s not too surprising, you saw only a little bit of how ignored Freeside was, and still so to an extent. You check the time on your pip-boy, you need to head to Westside now. Farkas: Work never ends, huh? For once, you actually think someone else can sympathize. She runs The Followers, but she’s also on the frontlines of just about any issue. If anyone can understand the pressure and workload, it’s probably her. [See you around, Julie. Thanks for your hard work.]It seems like an understatement, but she probably gets it.
It takes only an hour to hoof it around the outskirts of Vegas and into Westside. It’s a stark difference as it always is but Westside is rapidly turning into an efficient and productive settlement. The main streets are cleared of any remaining rubble with the potholes patched. Some of the bigger buildings are being renovated and turned to apartments, while others are being renovated to support new businesses. What you don’t see are the casinos or brothels that are endemic in Freeside and New Vegas - not to mention just about everywhere else in the Mojave. You idly wonder why people aren’t breaking down the gates to a place just as safe and orderly as The Strip, but Westside certainly is not as flashy. The celebrations for Westside also seem a lot more “civilized” than in other places. The crux of the event here is at a large open field near the center of Westside where a fair is being held. Among the many vendors and craftsmen, the Westside Militia is hosting a recruiting fair and a few of the local businesses are showcasing some products being produced domestically. This is what’s explained to you by Ettienne and his entourage as you’re escorted through Westside. The settlement is impressive and remarkably self-sufficient but there’s something off about the whole thing you just can’t put your finger on. Sure they have incredibly strict laws of settlement, are somewhat isolationist and have firm social "giuidlines", but they aren’t exactly breaking any of your non-existent laws. Yet.And you assume each place in the Mojave will have its own cultural flair, just as it is in the NCR. Ettienne makes a detour and takes you down a few blocks to a workshop built into the ruins of an old warehouse. This is a cast-iron workshop that cuts up heavy wreckage and salvage with power tools before melting them down and reforming them into products ranging from pots and pans to crude hand tools. They’re heavy and unwieldy but it’s a new product being domestically produced and you can’t find much harm in that. After the humble brag, the entourage is finally taken to the Westside Fair which is held in what was once an old city park. While the grass and foliage is far gone, cracked sidewalks criss-cross the open field where tents and temporary structures have been set up. There are plenty of merchants selling everything from clothing to weaponry, as well as a healthy number of food vendors. But what really catches your eye is a ring of platforms built around an old fountain at the center of the park. Ettienne: I was told by Tom about these world fairs that old world countries used to host. Every nation would showcase their greatest inventions. Some of this was for personal prestige, but it was also an opportunity to share ideas and build a sense of global community. You see where he’s going with this and kick yourself for not thinking of it first.
[We should do this for the entire Mojave, have every town or region showcase their culture and industry. Maybe we could even invite outsiders, I’d love to see what the Shi or Vault City are up to.]Ettienne nods like he was waiting for that realization before ushering you to the first of the platforms. On these platforms, some of them have a tent providing invaluable shade while others are out in the hot Mojave sun. Children run buckets of water to different hydration stations around the park, keeping the residents from suffering heat stroke. You’re introduced to a series of local inventors, entrepreneurs and traders who showcase exotic and unbelievable relics. One of the showcases is the owner and creator of a greenhouse in the fringes of Westside that has a greenhouse growing priceless produce such as limes, lemons and oranges. You’re familiar with fruit, but only through artificial flavoring or in books. Ettienne walks up to the purveyor/inventor and whispers a few things to him. The man’s eyes go wide and he grabs a handful of the fruit before coming over. Vernon: I am Dr. Adam Vernon, at your service. It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance and I implore you to please try my product, free of charge!You’re no stranger to gifts but you’ve never actually had a citrus fruit….[I humbly accept this gift, Dr. Vernon. As you’re the expert, do you have any suggestions?]Vernon: AH! Of course! This is an orange, specifically what was once called a Navel Orange which was once grown in California. Please take it and roll it around between your palms. You grab the orange and inspect it first. It’s smaller than you imagined but what do you know? You comply and begin to roll it around between your palms. Vernon: Yes, this way you will make it easier to peel and get the juices flowing, yes. To peel, gently press a finger into the peel and find purchase under, gradually scraping along the meat of the fruit. Yes.You press a finger into the orange, causing a burst of juice to shoot out over your duster. Unlike a festering wound or a spurt of blood, this sticky mess smells like heaven. You’re careful to taste the juice, being met with true ecstasy. The juice is sweet and refreshing and immediately invigorates you to rip the rest of the peel off. The actual “meat” of the orange is even better. It’s tender but literally bursting with flavor. You’re speechless and Dr. Vernon seems content to let you finish before speaking. Vernon: One of man’s simple pleasures taken away by the fire of atomic war. It’s a shame I can’t grow these in any number, but maybe it’s a good thing the populace doesn’t know this please. You’re careful to wipe your mouth of juice before handing the peel back to the doctor. [You grow these right here in Westside?]Vernon: Yes, Director! It’s a meticulous process and it’s taken me two years to renovate and build the necessary facility.
[So why come out here for it? Surely it would have been easier to do it wherever you came from, which I’m assuming is the NCR.]The doctor’s face sags. It seems you have hit on a sensitive topic. Vernon: I’m from the East, what is now Caesar’s land. He didn’t look too kindly on the knowledge my people possessed, so I fled. [That still doesn’t answer my question, why not build this in the NCR?]He now gives you a sheepish look.Vernon: Admittedly, there’s a greater supply of this fruit in the NCR. That, and I am hoping to corner the market out here in New Vegas. The prices that someone will pay for fresh citrus is…dizzying. The funds will hopefully pay for future experimentation and an expansion of my operations. You thank him for his time before offering the lemon and lime back to him, but he firmly refuses. Vernon: Consider it my thanks for keeping the barbaric Legion out of New Vegas. You bid farewell and visit the remaining exhibits, enjoying the tart but tasty lemon and lime. One of the other exhibits is a showcase for a variety of vehicles, ranging from a sort of desert dune buggy to a type of motorbike similar to those taken from the 80’s. Most of these are brought in from the NCR, where vehicles are still rare but much more common. Another exhibit is selling rebuilt and refurbished robots, ranging from Protectrons rated for domestic service to a few Mister Gutsys for personal defense. They are cobbled together from different parts and pieces, but a quick glance doesn’t reveal any potential programming issues. You are enjoying the festivities when Ettienne gives you a gentle nudge. Ettienne: I have one more surprise for you, please follow me.He leads you past the old fountain and to a relatively open part of the old park. Sitting there looks to be a single-seater…flying machine? The chair looks to be from a cockpit of a Vertibird or other craft sat on top of an engine with two flimsy landing skis holding the small contraption together. On top are two sets of long, bending blades stacked almost on top of each other. The tail is a long, rectangular box of crisscrossing metal that seems to provide structural support.Truthfully, the thing looks like a death machine - and not the ones you partake in.Ettienne: This was built by one of the most gifted men I’ve ever met. Let me introduce the two of you. He guides you to a young man wearing grimy overalls and working his way through a check list. He sees the two of you approach and gives a polite nod. Ettienne: Verner Braun, this is Courier Six, our Director. Verner goes to shake your hand but hesitates. Verner: I apologize, Director. My hands are dirty. [So are mine.]
He smiles and gives you a firm handshake. You take a minute to examine the man. He’s young and unconventionally attractive with his strong brow, sandy hair and stormy grey eyes. Verner: Well then, let me introduce you to the Heliopath, a flying machine much unlike anything else in the world. You doubt that but don’t reveal your thoughts, examining the machine a little more. [It’s far from the only flying machine I’ve seen in the wastes, but maybe the first that seems to have been built…]Verner: Entirely in the Mojave! There is plenty of salvage around here, but it sure took some time to put everything together. Without notice, he drops the clipboard and begins climbing into the seat. He tightens the straps across his chest and places goggles and a leather cap on his head.Verner: I’d stand back, fellas!You, Ettienne and his small entourage take a few paces backwards as Verner flips some switches and turns his beast on.The blades begin spinning faster and faster, just as a Vertibird does. In less than a minute, Verner is rising above the earth as a swirl of dust brings visibility down to just yards. While the growing crowd may not be able to see much, you do. And your mind begins to race with possibilities…Verner takes his time getting back to Earth and once the blades stop spinning, he is immediately swamped with the onlookers either asking questions or cheering for the spectacle. You decide not to swing your authority around and instead ask Ettienne to connect the two of you in the future. You also thank him for the hospitality and heap the praise for how successful Westside seems to be. As you leave the settlement and head to New Vegas for the final celebration, you begin to think about how they manage to do it. Maybe there’s a way to apply that elsewhere?You put those thoughts of long-term planning to the side as you walk through The Strip gates in the late afternoon. Immediately, you know this is the nexus for all of the NVD. Vendors, merchants and showmen line the streets selling everything from the banal to the unique.
The food vendors follow the same theme, with everyday molerat stew available in large, burbling pots and random cuts of meat sizzling on large, grid irons. Some of the nicer booths and tents have more exotic foodstuff with a richer clientele lining up. The only reason these people aren’t in the casinos is because there are waiting lines for most of them with show promoters and other salesmen schmoozing up and down the lines.That’s something you’ve never seen before, a line into a Strip Casino. A few of the smaller hotels and gambling lodges are open to customers but who wants to go to Slots of Fun? The street performers range from prostitutes selling the most basic service to magicians and men painted like robots making mechanical sounds. It’s all absurd to you, but to see The Strip alive like this swells the pride inside. But you can’t spend the time to mingle with the upper-crust, you have a very busy day. Cass, Garret and Sarah are waiting for you. Most of your other cabinet are out celebrating or with their own entourage, with The King and Farkas spending their day back in Freeside. The group is outside of the Lucky 38, lounging in the shade sipping on ice-cold drinks.Cass: There’s the man of the hour, we were wondering if you’d ever manage to find your way back! [Believe it or not, being the head-of-state doesn’t exactly give me a free schedule anymore. Alright Cass, what’s on the agenda today?]Cass hands her drink to Garret and pulls out a small notebook. Cass: We have a dinner planned with some NCR business leaders at The Tops. Miss Chen will be there, but you’ll behave, won’t you? She’s not her usual playful self with that comment. It’s not unusual for Cass to be jealous but does she feel…threatened by Chen? Cass: After that, you’ll give a speech to a gathered crowd down by the Ultra Luxe on an empty lot across from the casino. Weintraub: We have a speaker system set up and everything! Cass: A few guests will give some opening remarks, but you’ll be the one everyone’s coming to see. After your speech, the fireworks will go off and that will be the end of the official celebrations, but the party will probably continue. Garret: There’s a cocktail party on the roof of the Ultra Luxe. I wanted to do it at the Lucky 38 but…You could never convince yourself to allow strangers into the Lucky 38. There’s just too much at stake, too many people wanting your crown. [Alright, that sounds like a plan. Let’s begin.] The four of you brave the crowds, making a snail's pace towards The Tops. You bypass the line and are ushered in by the Chairmen with a brisk nod. When entering The Tops, you see why there’s a line. Almost every slot is taken, the table games are overflowing with players and there are pop-up bars throughout the casino floor to satiate the thirst of gamblers. Garret: I CAN’T IMAGINE THE TAKE THESE CASINOS ARE PULLING IN TODAY!
She has to yell over the crowd, but you’re thinking the same thing. You’ll have Yes-Man triple-check his tribute calculations for this month. You use your bulk to push through the crowds and to the elevators. The four of you are sent up to the Texas room, a private dining space for high rollers or special events. A string band is in the corner playing some country tune you’ve never heard while waiters and waitresses pass out small bites of some sort. Okay Courier, time to go play politics. The next hour is spent rubbing shoulders and greeting the rich of the rich from the NCR. You’re still amazed so many make the trip out here, but if New Reno is the closest thing to Vegas the NCR has, maybe it’s not too shocking. Ms. Chen is there but Cass doesn’t let you give her more than a polite hello before you’re shoved to a different group. The only meaningful conversations you have before dinner is with a group of Vault City professors who drag you into a discussion over the value of accessible education . In Vault City, every citizen is literate and given at least 8 years of schooling. The “indentured servants” may be given minimal lessons if their role requires, but mostly they’re left ignorant. Your personal distaste for the practice aside, they were shocked to see the lack of any real educational institution in New Vegas. Their tone dripped with condescension, but they had a point. It’s not cheap and it’s certainly a long-term investment, but it should be the foundation of your hyper-technological society. Any further discussions of trade and investment are noted by Garret, but no one seems to be in the mood to talk business when there’s drinking and eating to be done. It’s a small miracle as even a man of your endurance can only take so much politicking.The only notable moment of dinner was when Miss Chen stood up on her chair and clinked her glass with a metal cocktail pick, helping her short, slender figure stand out.
Chen: I’d like to just say a few words before we begin our meal. No matter the actual reason we’re here, we are celebrating the first year of New Vegas’s true independence. Most of us are from the NCR or one of her client states and so it may be strange that we’re celebrating such a loss to the Republic…She lets that hang in the air for a moment, as it’s true this room is almost all NCR or their affiliates. Chen: We should instead be celebrating the strength of a staunch ally. This was a wild and untamed land teeming with raiders, misled robots and the villainous Legion. Under the virile leadership of Courier Six, the Mojave has been completely transformed in just a year all while he has shown grace, wisdom and strength in his dealings. A subdued murmur of agreement rolls through the room. While most of these men and women really only care about the bottom line, they are still sympathetic to their homeland. Chen: I’ll finish with this. I have gotten to know the Director very well and he’s proven to be a firm partner in our dealings. I urge my friends here to consider that going forward. Cheers. She’s quickly joined by the rest of the table, a mixture of your confidants and foreign guests. Everyone but Cass, who is visibly shaking with anger. That’s something you really, really need to figure out. Or maybe not, how much damage could two jealous women really do? Dinner passes without much fanfare and you revert to an automaton as you chew, laugh, converse, drink, and drink more. Your VIP dinner comes to a close and the guests begin to break into smaller groups. You suspect you may have time for discussions with one before you must head to the strip for your speech. >The Industrialists: It’s never a bad idea to get in with these men (and a handful of women.) >The Academics: As snotty as they were, their points are valid and perhaps there’s more to glean or connections to make. >The Technocrats: Miss Chen is never a bad conversationalist but you’re curious to see who else falls in her circle. >The Bankers and Barons: An eclectic group that holds the wealth in the West, whether that be water, food or hard currency. >Cass: There's something going on with her, and it’s more than just jealousy at previous flings. >Solitude: You’re overwhelmed and frankly sick and tired of the toasts and parties. You need to step outside and get some fresh air. Alone.
>>6413355>Cass: There's something going on with her, and it’s more than just jealousy at previous flings.This will be our year
>>6413257>Back by literally no demand!yee-haw!
>>6413338>Verner Braunsurely this is his real namesurely>>6413355>Cass: There's something going on with her, and it’s more than just jealousy at previous flings.as weird as it may sound I don't think it's a day for wheeling and dealingalso picking a group might annoy the others
>>6413355>The Academics: As snotty as they were, their points are valid and perhaps there’s more to glean or connections to make. >The Technocrats: Miss Chen is never a bad conversationalist but you’re curious to see who else falls in her circle. >>6413447>>6413373Cass is def preggo
>>6413355>Cass: There's something going on with her, and it’s more than just jealousy at previous flings.Let's see what's up with her.Newbie here (also the guy that asked for the big summary in the general, props for your great work writing that up). What's the courier's deal with Cass? Did the anons pick her as the romance option?
>>64136386 has the Lady Killer perk. So women are for the breeding mines... also I think they voted to push for her abit more in depth then just normal companion stuff.
>>6413638Yeah, disregard comments about breeding mines kek, Cass is our romance option. The first year of the campaign, basically, Six was autistic Ally hyper focused on administrating and making moves for the Directorate, and it became clear towards the end that he had not just been neglecting his core group of companions, but Cass in particular. Some of the last few rounds of voting we have collectively made a point to spend more intentional time with her and actually enjoy the perks of being the boss, and having won the war. Anon's suggestion that she's pregante actually seems pretty likely to me.
>>6413645The breeding mines are correct. Which female have we NOT slept with besides Grandma?
>>6413663Veronica, Farkas, that tradcore Enclave lady Afaik it's just been Chen and Cass, and maybe Red? Speaking of women we haven't slept with, what's Christine up to these days? Did we ever bother to reunite her and Veronica??? I honestly don't remember if it ever came up, was always an obvious missed opportunity in the game.
>>6413670Veronica is a carpet muncher, so shes out.Farkas fair enough I always thought that was a guy from looks.I thought we DID sleep with the Enclave lady? That the one who wants the white picket fence/yada yada right?
damn welcome back!
Man, we have so much to do. I remember a long list of things to be done...>>6413355>Cass: There's something going on with her, and it’s more than just jealousy at previous flings.Let's start with Cass :)
>>6413680>I thought we DID sleep with the Enclave lady? That the one who wants the white picket fence/yada yada right?She was very friendly after answering all our questions (especially the one about the future), but we did nothing with her lol. It was mostly Cass when we had time. Chen was just here a few times, so a few flings. That's about it from what I remember of Six Adventures with ladies.>>6413638When there was free time, Six spent it a bit with Cass, and we slowly started a romance with her. It's pretty sweet. We also had a fling with Chen. Cass is becoming more affectionate with Six, and Six likes her too.In the first threads, we mostly did work because it was badly needed, and even now, we are still building the state and working a lot. Now things are a bit better, and we are delegating a bit more, so we have some free time and spend it with different people we know. Have a good read of previous threads, they are very nice if chaotic.
The pull to just leave and get a minute to yourself is tempting, real tempting. But you care for Cass greatly and you’re usually not one to push problems off. Cass is drifting towards a quiet corner of the room, seemingly eager to get away from the crowd and noise. You weave through the crowd with the grace of a man half your size. [Hey Cass. You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself.]She tries to sneer, but the look collapses and is replaced by one of exhaustion. Cass: It’s just…a lot. I know we’ve talked about it before and I’m not trying to be ungrateful but…She’s right. It is a lot and you ask a lot of your closest friends. Instead of responding, you grasp her hand and gently lead her out to the balcony overlooking The Strip. [I know. I’ve been asking maybe too much of everyone, especially you.]You guide her along the balcony to a quiet corner. The lights and noise of The Strip keeps the other attendees off you two.You guide her down onto a chair while you lean on the wall next to her. Cass: I hate you, Six. I hate the way you make me feel.Ouch?Cass: I don’t know what we are, I don’t know what I want and I sure as hell don’t know what YOU want. Oh, okay. So it’s not really a work thing at all. Cass is just in love. [Wow. I didn’t know you felt that way. I had a hunch maybe, but you’re not exactly the most open about your feelings.]She scoffs and turns away. The awkwardness is palpable. Cass: Yeah well, I didn’t exactly think I’d ever be dumb enough to start l-liking someone. Liking someone. [Uhhh, sure. Liking someone. Well I really like you, Cass. I don’t want you to keep feeling this way and I certainly don’t want you to think I’m trying to get in every woman’s pants from here to Sac-City.]She can’t stop herself from laughing at this. Cass: That’s rich coming from you! There’s no one with more sexual prowess in the entire Wasteland than you, Six! I can be friendly with the opposite sex but you…wow!She has a point. A real good point. Time to pivot. [Would you like to be my girlfriend, Cass? My only girlfriend?] She looks away again but you can see the blush of her pale skin in the neon lights of New Vegas. Cass: That’s such a weird way to ask it, dork. I honestly don’t know, Six. You’re a hard person to be around sometimes. And this Director title you’ve taken…I don’t know. I leave for Shady Sands in a few weeks to attend Allgood’s inauguration and speech to Congress. After that, I’ll have an answer for you. You need one, too. She shoots her drink back and heads back into the dying dinner party. You have another deadline, Courier.
>>6413788Checked double 8's and okay Cass. well until then.OH CHINA LADY~
>>6413788I really hope she says yes, so we can grow old together :]
>>6413808ANON NO!
You and your entourage are escorted back out to the strip where the celebration is coming to a head. The casinos starting to empty out and a large crowd gathering around the stage set up for you. NVAF soldiers hold a healthy perimeter around the platform while Securitrons stand watch over the crowd. The stage is set up at the tail-end of The Strip, near the Ultra Luxe. The crowd then weaves itself down blocks and blocks towards The Strip gates and the off-limits Lucky 38. It’s by far the most amount of people you’ve seen, maybe in one spot. And they’re all here to hear your words. No pressure, Courier. Ulysses spots you and your entourage through the crowd. He pushes and nudges his way through the drunk and oblivious revelers. Ulysses: It’s quite a crowd you’ve attracted, almost too many.Garret: Nonsense, the caps this place is bringing in will make up for the last few months and then some! Ulysses: A lot of unknowns in the crowd, too many potential targets in the crowd. In the capitol, with the Director a prime target. You interject and end the conversation before it turns into an argument. [We have plenty of security, and I’m not an easy target to take down. Let’s not ruin an opportunity such as this. Cass, what’s the schedule for tonight?]The abnormally quiet redhead steps forward and takes a notebook out of her jacket. Cass: Billy Knight is heading up to the stage in a few minutes to warm the crowd up. Seems strange to me but that’s what the Tourism Sec wanted. After that, Swank will talk about New Vegas and all the good work done blah blah blah before introducing you. Not sure what you have prepared but once you’re done, that’ll be the signal to activate the fireworks and the celebration will be over. Officially at least. This place will be a madhouse until dawn.That’s a fine ending to this-admittedly-headache the anniversary has become. You give permission to begin and take your seats off to the side of the stage while Billy Knight, the hottest comedian in New Vegas, takes the stage. Those in the crowd either know of him or are too drunk to really care as the long line of bodies erupt in applause, screaming and whistling. Knight grabs the microphone and begins pacing up and down the stage.
Knight: The last time I’ve seen so many ugly mugs in one place was my wife’s family reunion!The crown erupts in laughter. Knight: I tell you, I get no respect in the wasteland. My caravan got attacked by Caesar’s Legion the other day. They took my one-legged grandmother as a slave instead of me!Again, a healthy wave of laughter rolls through the crowd. You remember when you found him his first show. Knight: Not even my own wife respects me. When I introduced her to Courier Six, she asked me where she could find the other five!That really got the crowd hooting and hollering. Knight: You’ve been a great crowd but if I stay up here any longer, I’ll have to start making the big decisions. Thank you all!He jogs off the stage as Swank takes his spot. You don’t focus on what Swank is saying, because you’re looking out over the crowd. There’s an itch in the back of your head and you know it all too well. There’s someone in the crowd who shouldn’t be there. You lean over to Ulysses. [I think there’s a threat, or threats, in the crowd. Don’t cause a panic.]Ulysses gives a slight nod and heads off to a group of your leather-clad soldiers. You continue to focus on the crowd, scanning the smiling and laughing faces of citizens and tourists alike. You catch a snippet of Swank’s speech, talking about bringing in new shows from around the Wasteland. You place your hand on the outside of your jacket, feeling the familiar shape of Graham’s gifted .45. Ulysses and his squad of soldiers walk through the crowd with their weapons down but ready. The soldiers catch a few glances but the attention is still on Swank who’s now finishing. Swank: But enough from me, you’ve all been waiting to hear from the man, the myth and the legend. Our Director, Courier Six!The rowdy crowd now goes insane, beer and liquor goes flying in wide arcs while screams, cheers and just about every other noise is made. You lose track of the soldiers combing the crowd as you approach the microphone. Maybe you should have actually practiced a speech. >1D100, BO3 (bonus for any suggestions on what The Courier will talk about)
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>6413879HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWATCH THIS YOU SLACK-JAWED PACK OF MUTIES
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Hmmmm I figure it's too late for ideas about what to say to do any heavy lifting, but I really don't have a clue what to bring up... I feel we are on the edge of real money moves but haven't rounded the corner in a way that we could flex about. It's more of a 'hold up guys, just let me cook' type situation, yaknow?
>>6413670>what's Christine up to these days?Rotting in the Sierra Madre. We let Elijah get away in exchange for the gold and all our companions died.
>>6413879We will talk of the NVD future at large, of the progress made so far and the many challenges that await us yet. The following under is what they should expect us to resolve in the near future- Settlements that have little or are ruins will return to be inhabited and productive places.- Law and order will spread properly across all the Mojave- Security will increase across our states, the army growing stronger and more equipped. Bandits, problematic wildlife and raiders becoming a thing of the past- Sanitation and medical conditions will be from now looked upon more across all the Mojave, and solution will be provided for them in due time. With the collaboration of our friends in the Followers this and more will be accomplished- The water issues will be resolved with attention given to the old and decaying plumbing infrastructure - New investments in both the private and public economic sectors will be made- Transportation will receive more attention both for ease of travel of people and goods- An of course we will seek to improve Freeside further than what it is now. Real buildings, no rubble, no stench and diseases and more jobs.- Last but not least, we will make sure the Mojave trade and tourism grows further
The general idea is to be a mix of realistic (the challenges, what I took us to arrive here) and hopeful (what we accomplished and what we surpassed, what we can surpass and reach), while looking forward for a brighter future and a Mojave worth living and fight for.
