[Isabel Ruiz]

"Yes, the 'Mieux Situation', I want to know everything he said to you, his exact wording. What did he offer you? He claims it was just to see how I would tick or something of that nature but I refuse to believe him, at least, until I've heard what you've got to say for yourself. I do not intend to go to war with him so don't fear, speak openly Adams, tell me what he said to you to try and convince you to leave your life. Did he try and stop you leaving? What did he do? What did he say?"

[lillian luna]

Mieux walked into his bedroom, not to sleep, but to relive his past. He to an old portrait of New York City in the day time, so beautiful, so pristine. He slid the painting, revealing a code locked door. He went to it and typed in '2070', the year his girlfriend past away, he went into the hidden elevator to a floor only he knew about. As the doors opened, he entered a large room about 100 feet by 100 feet. This room was where he housed 'himself'.

He strolled along the red carpet laid over rich wooden floors, looking at the relics of his life before the war, his old military uniform, keeping it on a cased mannequin in an airtight chamber to prevent dust or decay on it. There was a reason Sutler didnt know he was in the military, Mieux wasnt his last name, it was what he named himself after the war was over. He moved on to various trinkets and photos from his days in the company of his friends back during Operation Anchorage, a tear fell down his eye as he looked at his childhood friend, Matthew, they had an arm around the other, smiling into the photo, just before deployment, they were both sent into that frozen hell, but his friend made the mistake of getting nosey and sticking his head out of the foxhole, a Hei Gui sniper placing a .308 round in his head. Seeing a man who was about as close to a brother he ever had, it was like, no, it WAS watching his family die. He then looked at his old service pistol, fading with time, he sat at a small table, and even after all this time, knew how to service it. He cleaned it, loaded it, and like a child playing cowboy, he aimed it at a chinese propagande poster and said in a whisper 'pew pew'. He put it back down, continuing his walk, he then took a look at his greatest pride from his service, an photo of him recieving the medal of honor for his service in Anchorage, shaking hands with General Constantine Chase. He said lightly,"Damn fine General, now I know why I liked Adams, the man was like Chase." He chuckled to himself as he finished saying that. He then went on to his 'civilian' things.

One of the things he had stored here was his Corvega, pristine, a light blue, untouched by time. He sat in the back seat, the radio still tuned to the station he loved, a station long stopped broadcasting. He remembered taking his girlfriend on dates in this car, they went everywhere. Vegas, D.C., New York City. Sudden memories of him and his love laughing and playing, of their making love in this Corvega. He smiled and as he did, he noticed a slip of paper in the back seat, on it was a note, a note that made his heart break into thousands of pieces, on the note was a poem and at the end it had said

'Dear Justin,

I went to the doctor today, and you know how I've been sick and feeling terrible lately? Well, it turns out I'm pregnant, isn't that wonderful?'
At the bottom was the date '10/5/2070', a day before she passed away, courtesy to being victim of a mugger. He found out who did it, he took his old pistol and had shot the man and left his body in an alley behind his apartment building, it was the only time Justin had commited murder, but in his mind, it wasn't murder, it was an eye for an eye. He sobbed heavily, sitting in the backseat with the paper clutched to his chest, he looked at a portait of her on the nearby wall, saying in a mixed tone of sorrow and happiness, "Yes. Yes it is sweetheart"

[Julie Serebrekoff]

"Yes, the 'Mieux Situation', I want to know everything he said to you, his exact wording. What did he offer you? He claims it was just to see how I would tick or something of that nature but I refuse to believe him, at least, until I've heard what you've got to say for yourself. I do not intend to go to war with him so don't fear, speak openly Adams, tell me what he said to you to try and convince you to leave your life. Did he try and stop you leaving? What did he do? What did he say?"

“At my age you cannot surely expect me to remember his exact wording, now can you, Mr. President? But I’ll do my best.” Adams looked up and racked his brain. “Well, to catch my attention he offered ‘money, power, and wealth’ in return for being his right hand man, as would be expected; I’m not that easily bought. He claimed siding with him would mean I wouldn’t be betraying the Enclave, but rather achieving my aims through his means, which he believes were more akin to my principles. Can’t really make any judgement on that, considering he never revealed to me what his methods were, but he did claim you were, I quote, “as cold as snake’s blood”. Strictly his words, not mine.” Adams cleared his throat before continuing. “He saw a difference in me, though, saying “my heart speaks to me” – perhaps, but I won’t lie to you, Mr. President; we do have dissimilar ideologies, he’s right there, you can’t deny that, and I think that was his biggest bargaining chip, how he intended to beguile me, as well as ensuring that’d I’d be saving America either way.” Adams was about to move on ,before he quickly remember another important detail. “Oh, and despite what you may think, Mieux did not hint at any acts of aggression; hell, I’m welcome at his hotel any time, regardless of his decision. He did not attempt to stop me in any way, and allowed me to leave as I wished; you should have seen the exit, Mr. President, ah it was glorious. Beautiful, truly.”

Adams sat with his chin safely in his hand, shaking his head as he thought. “No, that pretty much covers it, Mr. President. I promise with all heart, I’m not hiding anything from you,” he said with a smile. “The Enclave need not fear an attack; even if he tried he’d be crushed instantly, we both know that. The only thing I fear is the loss of a huge opportunity, but I’ve no say in that.” The Colonel sat back in his chair, awaiting his President’s response.

[Sabrina Steige]

Sutler listened closely.

"Cold as snakes blood is right Colonel. As for a difference in ideologies, well, you're right I won't doubt you there; however, as I am in-charge of the Enclave it would be betraying the Enclave. Your aims are not the aim of the Enclave, mine are. I have no interest in territorial gain just yet, in case you hadn't noticed we have around fifty people, maybe one hundred, perhaps if you had been there six years ago we might have had more, maybe if you had turned up." Sutler could remember it all, the screaming, explosions, Vertibirds falling out of the sky and Sutler's firy increased with every single shot that reverberated in his head. "When you came to our help, when you abandonned the Enclave! I remember it very well Colonel, do you? Do you remember hoisting fallen citizens over your shoulder trying to get them to saftey, do you remember the Telsa Cannons tearing our Vertbirds apart, do you remember fighting the man from Vault 101 in the Satilite Control Tower and then watching him flee on a stolen Vertibird after calling down an airstrike on us! No, no Colonel because you weren't there, to busy sobbing over the loss of Autumn or maybe you wanted me dead so you could have the top job, make the big decisions because don't think I don't know about your grand aspirations Colonel. What were you doing in the autumn of 2277 that was more inportant than saving us!"

Sutler had got to his feet without knowing it, yelling at the Colonel though half of him didn't know where he was, part of him was on the battlefield at Navarro, part of him was shutting down Eden, part of him was being pulled aboard the Vertibird as he struggled to loosen the grip of those pulling him in as Raven Rock exploded, part of him was shooting Three-Dog and rallying his boys. He collapsed backwards into his chair, his strength gone, his face burning red; wearily he asked.

"Were where you Colonel?" He was almost pleading, his strength gone, almost hoping that if Adams told him then history would be changed, as if it all mattered now.

[Eliza Potter]

OOC: Holy crap Enclave. I loved that last post. I could sense the emotions. :blink:

[Alexx Peace]

OOC: Holy crap Enclave. I loved that last post. I could sense the emotions. :blink:

OOC: Thank you very much :tongue:, well I said don't judge too quickly, Sutler wasn't just born a stone cold sadist, a life in the Enclave during it's worst times did tat to him.

[Allison C]

OOC: Thank you very much :tongue:, well I said don't judge too quickly, Sutler wasn't just born a stone cold sadist, a life in the Enclave during it's worst times did tat to him.

OOC: Of course >I< know that, but my character isnt a mind reader, you base it on how you see it. I as a person and you as person and RPer will see his character, but Mieux doesnt see Sutlers personal emotions, just as no one sees Mieuxs but the reader and Mieux :laugh:

[Joey Bel]

OOC: Oh my god...it's about a week or two away from thread 6. Well Alex, you should be proud. You created the biggest RP ever. Nice job!

Director William Snowe

William and Sonia went back to their own suite underground. There, the same guard from before was gripped by two metal pincers of the Securitrons. The guard, wearing his power armor, handed William a piece of paper.

Dear Director William,

Were I a lesser man, I'd take that as a declaration of war, but, you're lack of openly and direct hostile actions shows you are as eager to go to war with me as I am eager to war with you, could I forcefully annex New Manhattan? Most likely, but not without heavy casualties on both sides. I was far to eager for territory, but, I have decided to expand in the opposite direction. However, I will send this man back to New Manhattan to be an extra hand should you ask. Before you write to me that I am up to something, yes I am, I'm not afraid of your silly threat of 'carpet bombing' me, as I have my own nasty surprises, but no, I want to harbor piece completely. Right now, all the fighting between us is purely one snarling dog snarling at the other dog, that said, I want to conduct parley with you personally should you so wish, I'll allow you four men maximum to bring as guards, or extra representatives. I want nothing that will cripple New Manhattan, I have no terms as of yet, but if we can strike up terms that benefit us both without hurting the other as little as possible, then we can become a sort of 'allied nations'. I come to you in your need, and you to mine, our cities both trade freely. Right now, we both tax the others city trade caravans, if your willing, I'd be glad to see us both become alot friendlier, I'm sorry I've been to hungry to consume New Manhattan, but with my new clarity, I'd like our cities to be a powerful ally. If this appeals to you, do let me know, I promise you I have no underhanded method up my sleeve, but I am tired of all this fighting politically, and I'd like to end now before the violence spreads into either of our streets.

Cordially,
Justin Mieux

William stared blankly at the letter and fell down his chair, his hands gripping the paper intensely. Sonia, not wanting a repeat of what happened a couple hours ago, tried to comfort him. William backed away nicely and gave Sonia a smile. "I'm alright Sonia, just...help me..."

Sonia never helped William with anything. She was always the Mistress of the Director, always not doing anything yet gaining everything the facility had to offer. Sure she was an intern and organized the project and army among other things but that was easy and everybody who had half a brain could do that. But this was probably the most important choice ever that William faced.

"Will...let's visit Justin in Arcadia. He said four guards so let's bring 4 Securitrons, all armed of course. I'll come with you..."
William nodded. "Alright Sonia. We go to Arcadia."

The soon to be wed couple started to pack their bags like they were already on a honeymoon but added a few extra things. Mostly William's new Gauss gun and 9mm pistol. Of course the Securitrons were outfitted with napalm just in case the meeting goes awry. After all, even if William and his "queen" dies, there's always Byron to take over but if Justin dies, there may not be anybody.

They loaded everything on the Zodiac-1, William's personal Vertibird. There, the two landed in Arcadia, making the citizens watch in awe as the heavily armed helicopter descended on the unsuspecting citizens. William and Sonia, flanked by four Securitrons all fully armed and upgraded with the MK 1.9 engine with override codes voice activated, headed towards Justin's residence.

"Justin Mieux!" William shouted when he entered.

[Steve Fallon]

Mieux, very uncomfortable. The doors of the tower were locked down, blast doors barricading the way. The monitor to the left of the door. "Mr. Williams, please, let's not be uncouth. I won't allow the Securitrons inside. No offense, but when a man comes fluttering into my home and stomps out with Securitrons, I can't help but think your going to go to war with me. I want you to either send two of those Securitrons home, or you come to my penthouse, you and I, but you are only permitted a pistol of your choosing. I assure you, had I wanted you dead, I'd have gone for it by now, I'm not in the business of murder, I am in the business of progress. Your death would hinder that." Mieux was not very thrilled about this. "Mr. Williams, the Enclave was willing to meet me on my terms, and they leaved here unscathed. I tell you what. Though he won't be to happy about this, Mr. James will be your 'assurance dummy' so to speak. I'm not sure what I can do to convince to be more docile, but I will allow you entry IF you can oblige my request. I've not shot or wounded any of your men, nor have I pursued the elimination of your spies in my walls, surely this must show how eager I am to avoid combat." There was a brief silence as Mieux didnt say a word, then he spoke "As well, if you are that unnerved about my request to ask you to lessen your payload there, then we could do diplomacy via ambassadors from your city, or a single unarmed Securitron that you can speak through. However, I give you my strictest assurance that there will be no violence, or at least non initiated from me. I'll let you in with a single securitron, but to come to my penthouse, we will speak one on one, all friendly. Is this fair?"

[Kelvin Diaz]

Director William Snowe

"You will get rid of my Securitrons once I blow this city with..." William growled with a smooth yet very imposing voice. Sonia grabbed his hand lovingly and shook her head. "Please William..."

William nodded and waved his hand. The Securitrons stayed on the Zodiac-1, guarding it from Arcadia citizens. The couple went up an elevator to Justin's penthouse, William's hand gripping his modified 9mm pistol like it was his life, which it might as well be. The two reached Justin's penthouse and bowed respectfully before William spoke in a smooth tone. "Let's get down to business..."

"We do not wish to have war with another faction while this Lake Federation war is going on. But we also do not wish for annexation. The thing is, the Gauss Project and our associates want New Manhattan to be a sovereign power over its territory."

[Britney Lopez]

Lyn Grave

After a bit of pondering, Lyn got up and jogged excitedly to the suite Frank loaned her. As soon as she got in the room, she started rifling through the dressers and wardrobes, looking for extra clothing. She picked out two nice looking suits. Just my luck, I don't find the fedoras. She grumbled a bit, then returned to the main floor. She looked out into the crowd, and quickly spotted a few individuals wearing fedoras. She approached them, and with a quick "I'll buy those fedoras from you, thanks" she took them off their heads and placed a bag of ring pulls between them. She then ran off toward the basemant. Her slight headache returned as she went down the stairs. The mirelurks paid no mind to her, but the two kings singled themselves out and approached her. She looked over the mirelurks and suits, and when she was convinced the suits would fit them, she went to work putting them on. It was tricky, and the mirelurk kings felt a bit odd wearing clothes, but when she admired her handiwork, she was satisfied. Her attention quickly turned back to the crates filled with weapons. She struggled with herself, but soon gave up, deciding to look through the crates. The first thing she did was go back to the crate she originally opened, picking up the sniper rifle that caught her eye. .308 caliber, semi-automatic, long range scope, silencer, 5 round clip...Gah, this gun is soo nice. She decided to set the gun apart from the rest, then started to look through the rest of the crates. Her gaze drifted between the various guns assorted in the crates. She stopped as soon as she opened a crate filled with power fists. She picked one up and inspected it, noticing it could easily be modified to fit the mirelurk kings webbed fingers. With a sigh, she picked two out and set them by the rifle. I wonder if Frank would mind...I'm only going to borrow them, right? And there are so many other guns... She sighed again as she started to modify the power fists.

[Charleigh Anderson]

Mieux, quite calm, smiled to Williams, he extended his hand to Williams. "Please, do not get so itchy for your weapon. Take a look around you. I have no force around you Director. I think, or, I HOPE, you will find my terms fair, New Manhattan recognizes my soveriegnty over Arcadia, and in turn, Arcadia recognizes your or anyone else whom comes to power in New Manhattan's claim to power." He got up and offered two plates of fine steak and wine to Williams and the person he assumed was Williams' woman. He sat down at the confrence table. Taking a bite of the steak and swallowing a piece, he said in a proffessional manner, "As well, I'd like trade taxes to be lifted on both sides, this will increase traffic from Caravaners, however, you must respect that I do not allow weapons unless they wear an Arcadia citizens passport, or upon success of our agreement, New Manhattan amnesty badges, which we will give to people like you, politicians, high level men, and so on." Mieux mentally backtracked, "I'm sorry....Lake....Federation? What's that? Perhaps I can offer a little tech your way? They arent much, but if you decide to ally, note I said ally, not be annexed, with Arcadia, I'd gladly give you 13 suits of T-45d Power Armor, I THINK their servo motors are rusted through, if you can fix them, you're more than welcome to use them. We scavenged them from a Pre-War riot suppression unit building, even caught us a feral, we're doing research on their....uh, sorry, that's likely of no interest to you, anyway, We didn't find any energy weapons, however, we DID find this." Mieux left the room, came back with a slightly rusted suitcase, he said the access code, "USAF-AAG-M-21" and it creaked open. "Apparently, according to my computers, the coordinates on these papers indicates a nearby building on the outskirts of NYC, likely a Military Depot, based on it's password, I assume it means "United States Armed Forces- Anti Air Gun- Model 21" He took a sip of his wine, "You, unlike me, have access to Vertibirds, you could likely check out the coordinates." He wondered how Williams would react to Mieux being so open and willing, "Mr. Williams, I hope with everything I'm doing here, I am showing you I CAN be a trusted ally. If it helps, I'll gladly allow you two a suite, consider it a complimentary wedding present, on behalf of Arcadia." Mieux was not smiling, but his face, despite his past political bullying towards New Manhattan, was genuine in his attempts to give friendship and alliance with New Manhattan. "Director, are we capable of being allies?"

[Kirsty Wood]

OOC: @Dark -- not quite the longest RP ever. Those Remaining of TES Fan Fiction (before my time, sadly) lasted 8 threads. This one, however, is running at an incredible pace; I can see it taking the crown, and I hope it does.

“What were you doing in the autumn of 2277 that was more inportant than saving us! Were where you Colonel?" He was almost pleading, his strength gone, almost hoping that if Adams told him then history would be changed, as if it all mattered now.

Adams blood began to boil, fury surging through his veins until he finally exploded. “Those were orders and you [censored] know it!” he bellowed, standing and banging his fist on Sutler’s desk; his face blood red. “You know I couldn’t send those men in, not until given the official command; for someone so obsessed over [censored] protocol, surely you’d understand that,” Adams said with venom, spitting at the President. “Autumn’s death… it delayed everything, but when I finally was given the green light, it was all but over. If I were to send those men to the base, it’d be giving them a death sentence; our forces were depleting by the second – you saw it all, the horror, you saw it first hand, and yet you fail to comprehend that… makes no sense to me, no [censored] sense at all. I assembled every single regiment under my control to your location; if it weren’t for me, this place wouldn’t even exist, we’d be dead, rotting.” Adams fell back in his chair, almost out of steam. “But you want to know what makes even less [censored] sense, you want to know? That you’re still, after all the [censored] I’ve done for you, you’re still convinced I’m some power-hungry moron, only living to serve my own ends. You really think I didn’t send the troops because I wanted you dead? Are you [censored] serious, Mr. President! You can’t trust anyone, not even your own Colonel… there’s a reason I serve at this rank; there’s a reason why I wear all these medals. But no, you don’t understand, do you? My ‘grand aspirations’ they hardly involve me at all; it’s all about one simple goal – the rebirth of our great nation. But because my methods are different, that just can’t be right, can it? You can’t reason with the idea that your methods aren’t the best, the most efficient. And I’ll tell you why: you’re not really all that great. Your own men… all they see is a sad, withered old man, past it. But, despite that, I still serve loyal to you.” Adams exhaled lengthily, wiping his brow. “If I really were so hell-bent on power, I wouldn’t even be here right now; I’d be sitting with Justin Mieux over at his hotel, sipping wine and planning America’s future… my way.” Adams could go on no longer; he was breathing heavily and sweat began to swallow his body.

He could remember that fateful day. He was sitting in his office at a base on the western Virginia border. It was still fresh in the Colonel’s mind, scarily so. Lieutenant Morgan walking in, shaking.

“Sir… it’s the base. We-we’ve lost it.” He left almost instantly. Tears began to fall out of Adams’s eyes like waterfalls; it was the first time he’d cried in way over 35 years.

He snapped back to the present, having to fight of a tear seeping from his eyes.

[Petr Jordy Zugar]

“Those were orders and you [censored] know it! You know I couldn’t send those men in, not until given the official command; for someone so obsessed over [censored] protocol, surely you’d understand that. Autumn’s death… it delayed everything, but when I finally was given the green light, it was all but over. If I were to send those men to the base, it’d be giving them a death sentence; our forces were depleting by the second – you saw it all, the horror, you saw it first hand, and yet you fail to comprehend that… makes no sense to me, no [censored] sense at all. I assembled every single regiment under my control to your location; if it weren’t for me, this place wouldn’t even exist, we’d be dead, rotting. But you want to know what makes even less [censored] sense, you want to know? That you’re still, after all the [censored] I’ve done for you, you’re still convinced I’m some power-hungry moron, only living to serve my own ends. You really think I didn’t send the troops because I wanted you dead? Are you [censored] serious, Mr. President! You can’t trust anyone, not even your own Colonel… there’s a reason I serve at this rank; there’s a reason why I wear all these medals. But no, you don’t understand, do you? My ‘grand aspirations’ they hardly involve me at all; it’s all about one simple goal – the rebirth of our great nation. But because my methods are different, that just can’t be right, can it? You can’t reason with the idea that your methods aren’t the best, the most efficient. And I’ll tell you why: you’re not really all that great. Your own men… all they see is a sad, withered old man, past it. But, despite that, I still serve loyal to you. If I really were so hell-bent on power, I wouldn’t even be here right now; I’d be sitting with Justin Mieux over at his hotel, sipping wine and planning America’s future… my way."

"[censored]! If you had came up from behind you could have took out Prime and who knows maybe we would have out numbered them! Instead it was okay that I and the civilians got the 'death sentence', you're right I did see it all because I was there! The men being torn apart by Liberty Prime, we had had black-outs since I shut Eden down, the security systems, the turrets nothing would work. I wish I had died then, wish I hadn't escaped after I activated the Self Destruct. If you had turned up this place wouldn't need to exist. After that and then again after Adams Airforce Base how can you expect me to trust you, twice you did nothing as we were butchered! The only reason now you have the support of anyone is because most of the people here are you're men, you're men and you who all look down on Sigma and the few other survivors of those bloody battles, those men who weren't even there! Autumn thought you were so talented he stuck you in the middle of nowhere, miles away from any potential battlefield, that's how much Autumn saw in you! Hell, think I'm pathetic, you didn't even do any fighting at Vault 109 a few days ago, you only started shooting when Butler got shot!" Sutler, shaking, was back on his feet again, roaring at Adams, he would not be talked down to by him; suddenly he calmed down somewhat.

"As for you wanting my job, that was out of line, he of the moment, you wouldn't be here if you did obviously I just cannot fathom why you didn't turn up and why you still try and look down on me." He poured a scotch and drained it before topping it back up, after a pause he got another glass and poured one for Adams; his head hurt.

[Felix Walde]

OOC: Sorry for not posting much today, it's just I try to make sure the RP maintains a steady pace, otherwise people will see they've got so much to catch up on and then lose motivation to post. But no one's really posted today, anyway.

I'll get one in soon.

[Olga Xx]

OOC: Geez Chris and Enclave. You two should write movie scripts, these are awesome posts. :bonk:

[Theodore Walling]

OOC: Much appreciated, Colonel. There’s been a lot of communication between Adam and me, discussing each character’s backstory and habits. The result is wonderfully crafted arguments and [censored] fights. I’m loving Mieux, too. Although heavily influenced by Mr. House, it’s difficult not to fall for his charm and wit. Keep it up!

Adams couldn’t fight back; his energy reserves had run dry, and the more arguing, the weaker the Enclave’s bonds would become – conflicts within the organisation would cause them to implode. Instead, the Colonel took a small swig of the scotch and sighed heavily.

“I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, so I won’t. I’ve told you why I did what I did, and that’s that. Nothing we do can change history. I… I admit it, Mr. President, my actions, or lack of rather, they doomed the Enclave. Or so we thought; we’ve arisen for the murky depths of defeat back to greatness – I assure you it won’t be long before the Enclave’s back to its former glory, once we deal with the GECK, that is.” Adams took another sip from his glass before continuing. “But let’s get one thing straight; it’s good that you’re alive. You wished death upon yourself after Eden’s destruction… don’t. Regardless of some of my personal feelings towards you and your methods, the Enclave would be dead without you, as it would without me. We need each other, you know it. And that’s exactly why I didn’t fight at the Vault. If I were to just stand in the line of my fire with our two squads, I’d be mincemeat, completely shredded to pieces by enemy fire. Make no mistake, I’d happily give my life for this great country, but for the sake of machismo? I think not. Of course, your showing a few days ago was quite glorious, but you’re lucky to be alive, and, like I said, your well-being is crucial to our success.” Adams paused for a moment and looked to the clock. His eyes were getting ever drowsier, but he refused to let this go. “And I think you’ve misunderstood why Autumn posted me at the Virginia Border Base. Of course, my combat skills don’t come close to rivalling our soldiers and struggle to keep up with yours, for that matter, but I can influence and control the masses – my communication skills were, and still are, far superior to those of any officer, save for Autumn himself. From there, I could command and direct all our forces without putting my life in jeopardy, and organise the territorial expansion regime efficiently.” Adams took a swig of his scotch, and began to scowl slightly. “To be quite honest with you, Mr. President I don’t even know why I’m explaining this to you, but I do feel there’s a sense of… competition between us, so excuse me if I’m rambling,” he said with a chuckle. “But if you need proof for my tactical prowess, well, just recall the dead Brotherhood Paladins littering the Vault Entrance; I organised the formations, I ordered our soldier’s positions; I won us that battle!” The Colonel’s voice began to ring through the Command Center, and he had left his seat. His face still blood red, he quickly sat back down and exhaled. “Look, it’s been a long day, and I can only see more in the future. Is there anything more to discuss?” Adams asked impatiently, beginning to yawn.

[NIloufar Emporio]

OOC: Actually it's inspired by the archtype character of the 'all seeing all knowing genious' and the hotel itself draws alot of influence from Tenpenny Tower. :laugh:

[JERMAINE VIDAURRI]

OOC: Geez Chris and Enclave. You two should write movie scripts, these are awesome posts. :bonk:

I concur. I am pretty sad that Holy had to go. Frank will be seriously hurt during the asassination attempt during the wedding.

Lake Federation

"Hall."
"What?" Jack Hall was cleaning his Anti-Material Rifle.
"The OP wants you to assemble your squad and hightail it to the general's office."
"Yes sir."

Jack unassembled his anti-material rifle and placed it in his case. He assembled his four man squad and went to the general's office.

Jack entered, and was greeted.

"Sit down, please sit down, and leave your men outside."
Jack nodded, the other men left. Jack took a seat.
"Do you like wine?" The general asked.
"No."

The general lit up a cigar. "I have a top-secret mission that could affect our nation for years. This mission will endanger your life. It will call for extreme stealth and accuracy."

"Sure boss."

"I need you to enter New Manhattan today, and wait in an old ruin for a night. Tomorrow, the leaders of the GP and the mafia will be at a wedding. The GP leader is going to get married."

"This sounds fun."

"Yes Jack, I need you to assasinate William Snowe, then leave the city without being caught."

"Why did you pick me for this?"

"You are the best sniper we have, now, leave now. Get to the ruin now."

Jack left, explained what was going to happen to his squad, and headed toward the old skyscraqer they were to fire from.

[Sarah Evason]

OOC: Well, to be fair, Mr. House comes across as an 'all seeing, all knowing genius.' But either way, he's a wonderful character. He's old, his combat skills are likely regressing, and he's all by himself, yet he's a superior intellectual with incredible technology -- perfect balance. Well done, indeed. : D

[Leanne Molloy]

OOC: Well, to be fair, Mr. House comes across as an 'all seeing, all knowing genius.' But either way, he's a wonderful character. He's old, his combat skills are likely regressing, and he's all by himself, yet he's a superior intellectual with incredible technology -- perfect balance. Well done, indeed. : D

Well in Anchorage he spent most it shooting blind and ducking in Fox holes, and the only guy he ever killed was the mugger that killed his girlfriend, he has a pistol, but his technology, all powerful as it may be, is his crutch, but he's well aware of this, hence he keeps hidden inside, he's only stepped out of the hotel once, and that was just to stand on the balcony when he made his emergence as a power. He'll never admit it, but in truth, he's terrified of the possibility of losing before his sickness kills him in 10 years.

[Rich O'Brien]

Sutler finished his second drink, his mind was still on the past, and on things to come, he sat in his chair, looking down at his feet, his eye's vacant; he seemed to wake for a second.

"No Colonel, no, that's," He sighed. "That's everything for now, please feel free to leave my office."

Not waiting to watch him leave, Sutler grabbed the bottle and glass and slowly turned his chair to face the wall, he didn't want Adams to seem him like this anymore. He closed his eye's, it would be a while before he returned to reality.

==22nd August, 2277==

"Thank you Doctor Manning," President Eden said. "Now Secretary of Homeland Security, Colonel Sutler, I shall let you take the stand."

"Thank you Mr President," Sutler replied to the large wall mounted eye. Today was a momentus day, the plans he and his fellow secretaries laid out today would pave the way to Enclave victory, regardless of what they did when that victory was achieved. The Cabinet had gathered in the War Room, all sat around a holographic display, the display was covered in holographic cones of various colours, these represented the future success of the Enclave occupation. The Secretary of Energy, Doctor Manning, had laid across the map cones which glowed green, representing outposts whose endevours would be purely scientific, often working in conjunction with the Secretary of Defense Colonel Autumn, who had placed US Army checkpoints in key locations for defensive and offensive operations, otherwise known as 'Constitutional Enforcement Points' marked by yellow cones. Sutler, as Secretary of Homeland Security, was tasked with planning the location of camps which would serve President Eden's agenda, such as the 'Genetic Compliency Centers'.

"Now gentlemen, as we already know, the wastelanders still make use of our existing inferstructure to travel around, more specifically, the existing roads and highways. These are major area's of population traffic and it is my assignment to make sure that enemies of the State do now infiltrate Federal Property, these orange cones represent, 'Genetic Compliency Centers' where we will test passing wastelanders and detain enemy aliens. These Centers will exist here, north of the ruins of Springvale, here in the suburban housing by the National Gaurd Depot, here, north east of Fort Independance, here, at SatCom Array NW-07C and operating with it will be another Center further along this highway."

"Very good Colonel, very good, rest assured gentleman, this is the defining step in what is to be, a glorious future for America. Dismissed."

They all stood up and saluted, it appeared that the four Secretaries were saluting each other, in the absence of a physical President, they saluted the holographic display and the eye camera above it. They slowly filtered out of the War Room, Autumn caught up with Sutler.

"Going for a drink with my adjutent, Lt. Colonel Adams, have you had the pleasure?"

Sutler thought hard.

"He the big fellow I've often seen you with, stout looking man, straight backed with a barrel chest?"

"Yes that's the fellow, he's good man, thinks the world of me I think."

Sutler now followed Autumn to find his adjutent 'Adams'.

[Chantelle Walker]

OOC: I am waiting for others to post.

[vicki kitterman]

OOC: I am waiting for others to post.

Me, too. If I keep posting people will get overwhelmed.

[Cameron Wood]

Director William Snowe

William thought it over for a moment and nodded. "Consider it done. We will be allies, share resources, share technology, maybe even start a healthy trading route...and yes, we can easily find anything in the New York area just by accessing our database."

He thought for a moment. Arcadia and New Manhattan would do well together. New Manhattan, at least now, is an overly powerful city growing too big for its own good. Looting is almost all gone but food is scarce. Just two weeks without any caravans coming through would be enough to make half of the New Manhattan population, including all of the Gauss Project civilian units, starve.

William had to ask. "Does Arcadia have lots of food? Our caravans are very good for keeping New Manhattan alive but if any of those caravans stop, we're dead. Farms may exist but they aren't good enough to support my empire."