[Paula Rose]

OOC: @Chriso, its more ignorance than anything

Alexander Scalatti

"I have a idea." he said "We can kidnap Senet right infront of Frank, give him a choice. New Manhattan, or the girl."

Alex shook his head, "No, that will give William a reason to attack. We need them to attack first, that way they look like the bad guys, not us."

Johnathan Fairfield downed another wine glass in a single sip. Ann was still not finished with her first.

[~Amy~]

Joey Gallo:

Joey frowned "Alex, William ordered Ghouls to attack those super mutants, if thats not a declaration of war I don't know what is." He turned to his Underboss, Vito

"Keep the men on alert." he whispered, and Vito ran out the casino

"Mr.President, Alex, Mrs. Scalatti. We must act now, Frank will continue doing whatever he pleases in New Manhattan, and William will try and kill everyone who he doesn't like."

[Nichola Haynes]

Lyn Grave

Lyn snatched the paper from Senet's hands, and after scribbling out Senet's attempt, she wrote 'Chicago' correctly under it.

"I wont blame you for getting it wrong. Schooling is rare in the wasteland. Luckily, my Gramps taught me everything he knew. He is a Pre-war ghoul, so he was educated very well." Lyn handed the paper back to Senet at that time.

[xxLindsAffec]

Senet Massri:

Senet saw the paper

"Oh! Its amazing that I know how to write! Back in my home, people who could write were apparently 'fit to fight'." Senet saw the Deathclaw and Lyn stared at her

"I'll tell you a story about my war life."
--------------------------------------------
The Battle of Saskatoon-Two Years Earlier

Senet saw the carnage at the battle. Once they took over the small "Fort", the NCR counter attacked

"I was pretty scared, the NCR troopers surrounded us on all sides. No Food, No Supply lines, No Reinforcements. Nothing."

The NCR fired artillery shells at the small building, blowing out a side of it, the Canadians scrambled to defend it, only to get flanked. Senet almost got killed herself

"The NCR men broke through the blown out side. We withdrew to the top floor, waiting for the chopper to pick us up. The NCR got to the roof, I didn't know what to think of it, we held them off, I got shot in the shoulder, I thought I was dead."
-----------------------------------------------

OOC:The Italics words are my character narrating

[Cody Banks]

Lyn Grave

"Wow, I couldn't handle being a full time soldier. I've fought in a few battles, but nothing major." Lyn said after Senet finished her story. "Although, most of the time, I was commanding animals while I used a sniper rifle from a distance." Lyn thought for a moment after that.

"Oh, I need to ask you a question. I want you to be completely honest with me too. What exactly happened between you and Frank?"

[Janine Rose]

OOC: To bad the enclave will get to Mieux first. The Suns would have jumped at the chance to get him on board. I mean right now I'm the closest to Arcadia who doesn't have their eyes set on taking it over.

Archangel - PopgoestheWeasel - Outskirts

The hour passed quickly and by this time many of the raiders had drunk themselves into a stupor and were passed out around the encampment. Archangel cautiously returned to the Suns who were waiting for the attack to begin. After gathering the men together and going over his plan Archangel and the group marched off to assault the ramshackle raider town.

Taking position on his perch Archangel waited for the first shots to be fired before engaging the enemy. Though in preparation he recalibrated his sniper rifle to ensure maximum efficiency. Drawing the scope to his eye he watched the column of suns on their silent march into PopgoestheWeasel. Several minutes passed before the first shots were fired. The raiders were caught completely by surprise as many were too drunk to put up a fight. While the Suns massacred any raiders in their path Archangel was eliminating enemies as they emerged from their crudely built structures. The battle lasted about thirty minutes in total and the Black Suns only took a few causalities in the effort.

Archangel grabbed the walkie-talkie kept in his duster and tuned it to Leon's frequency.

Leon Graves - Port Neptune - Graves' Spire

Leon heard a raspy voice coming from the walkie-talkie on his belt. Putting the contraption to his ear he listened to the message.

"This is Archangel, do you read me, Eclipse?"

"I read you loud and clear Archangel, over.

"Operation Pop the Weasel has been a success, over."

"Excellent work, Archangel. I will have a convoy relayed to your location at once, over."

"Understood, Eclipse. Archangel out!"

The device went quiet. Leon depressed the intercom on his desk.

"I require two eighteen wheelers to be dispatched to Popgoestheweasel with a fresh compliment of troops, medical supplies, and as much building materials as possible."

"Right away Mr. Graves."

Leon released the button and a wicked grin spread on his face.

"Excellent. Soon a new Hub will be established which will greatly aid Port Neptune."

OOC2: alex can you please change PopgoestheWeasel to The Core. In a couple of months Leon will unveil it as a new trading hub where all the factions of New York will be allowed to ply their wares. Of course the Suns will take 6% of monthly income for themselves.

[Melly Angelic]

OOC: I will change it after I eat dinner

[Heather M]

OOC: Alex, i changed the name to my character, so theres no "two franks".

[Mario Alcantar]

Alexander Scalatti

"Mr.President, Alex, Mrs. Scalatti. We must act now, Frank will continue doing whatever he pleases in New Manhattan, and William will try and kill everyone who he doesn't like."

John exhaled some cigar smoke, "I know, most people think that the attack was gone by Ghoul High however. William did massacre a marching band, but we need a larger event to tip public opinion. While the Lake Federation has a strong army, we can't move them all to New York in a timely manner, plus, we need to defend our borders. We have a division stationed near Bridgeport, but that is not nearly enough."

Alex nodded. "Mr. Meiux stole my mainframe, so I can't hack into their systems. We need public support. Sure, New Manhattan loves me, but not enough so that they will die in my name."

Ann crossed her legs as she finished her wine. "I agree, we need to make them look like the bad guys."

[Davorah Katz]

OOC:Joey is Frank Costello, we can't have two Franks running around.

Joey Gallo (OOC: My avatar is what he looks like):

Joey puffed his cigar, and looked at Ann. "Good idea, Mrs. Scalatti. Alex, can you figure out a way for William, Frank, or maybe even both to look like the bad guys?" Joey then turned to John

"Mr.President, this may seem a bit over reacting, but place the division at Bridgeport on stand-by."

[Kara Payne]

John Fairfield

"Mr.President, this may seem a bit over reacting, but place the division at Bridgeport on stand-by."

John exhaled some more smoke. "They already are. In fact, they can hit Antium in less than 15 minutes. William has robots though, to do a proper attack, we need mutants, hell."

Alex then grinned, thats it! "You know, mutants like FEV, we could bribe the ones down south. We give them FEV, they attack Antium. The Lake Federation has enough FEV in supply for this."

Ann then stood up, and whispered in Alex's ear. He nodded, and she walked off.

[Katie Pollard]

Joey Gallo:

Ann got up and walked off, Joey turned his attention to John

"Mr.President, I believe you should consider the safety of New York as a a whole. If we let William and Frank run their game as planned, there will be nothing left to defend. William will kill Ghoul High before we even get a chance to defend it. Frank will cheat on his own wife and feel nothing. Mr.President, if you seek Freedom, go to Ghoul High. Mr.President, if you seek safety, go to Ghoul High. President of the Lake Federation Jonathan Fairfield, defend Ghoul High!" Joey slammed his fist on the bar table.

[Isabel Ruiz]

OOC: Oh yeah, the name "Gauss Project" is dropped since Antium was created. Now it's just...well Antium. The military group is Antium Defense. The rockets Antium has are similar to the rockets Germany had during WWII, only less range and more power.
Antium Defense

"The mission was a success sir, the majority of the people believe the Mutant Massacre was by Ghoul High. Now we can properly ally with them...and integrate their people into Antium."

Nikov smiled and took a shot of beer. "Good...good. Get an ambassador to Ghoul High and meet with the heads."

"And sir...even with the dealings with Fairfield, the Lake Federation remains a threat. Short range rockets are armed and targeting Bridgeport. All we need is approval from Director Snowe to launch the missiles at Bridgeport."

The council was disbanded and Nikov was left thinking about an impending war and what that would do to the structure of the North East. It was already unstable as it is.

OOC: Somebody take control of the ambassador, the same person who controls Ghoul High people.

[Cartoon]

Mieux grabbed the microphone eagerly, "Sutler, yes, I know I said Sutler and not president, but now is not the time for formalities. Right now, I am in a place called 'Tenpenny Tower'. Oh, and no need to send a Verti Assault team, send a Verti with an extra pilot, my colonel and I will gladly come blind folded, but I want to use my personal Vertibird. I have the means to give the Enclave the upper hand. Let's be frank, you and I are both men who unceasingly use each other. I want full Enclave citizenship, as I am now fully cured of my disease, I qualify as a pure human, I'll show you my experiments which I've recorded vocal diaries on so you may use it. We MIGHT just have a means of revert ghouls into humans again, keyword MIGHT. In return for your protection and granting of citizenship, I alone posess the software and ability to force re-route the old NYC power grid. In return, I take back my seat in Arcadia. You reinstall me as CEO of Arcadia, and I in turn provide you with my invaluable research and software. It's all one of a kind, and only I know how to read and function the data and server software. Or, in short, you and I become the two titans of New York City."

[Nicole Elocin]

OOC: Meiux is a bad man tsk tsk tsk :down:

Alexander Scalatti
"Mr.President, I believe you should consider the safety of New York as a a whole. If we let William and Frank run their game as planned, there will be nothing left to defend. William will kill Ghoul High before we even get a chance to defend it. Frank will cheat on his own wife and feel nothing. Mr.President, if you seek Freedom, go to Ghoul High. Mr.President, if you seek safety, go to Ghoul High. President of the Lake Federation Jonathan Fairfield, defend Ghoul High!" Joey slammed his fist on the bar table.

John finished his fifth wine. "Why? There is no point, Ghoul High is just a useless town of Ghouls, there is no point, just let......."

"No, its not useless John." Alex interrupted.

"How is that so?" John asked, curiously and slightly annoyed.

"Well, you see, recently, this crappy drug called Jet has invaded the East. I discovered that it comes from a town called New Reno. The Ghouls down in Ghoul High are experts and making drugs, so I contracted them to find out how Jet is made. I sent a recent package containing nothing but Brahmin [censored], apparently, the fumes from the [censored] are addictive."

John looked at Alex surprised. "Well, what's important about Brahmin crap?"

"Money John, money. If William takes over Ghoul High, they will get the Jet drug. Tons of lost cash right there."

Ann walked over to the table and sat down. "All you care about is money Alex."

"Money is king baby, money is king."

[Sammygirl]

Joey Gallo:


"Mrs.Scalatti, you do realize with money, you could buy out the whole East Coast?" Joey said with a grin, thinking about that actually happening "But for now, we can suit with buying out the entire New York City, or spend that money arming civilians to conquer New Manhattan, Antium, and anywhere else that is a threat to us." Joey finally stopped to take a puff of his cigar

"We could also send men looking for Mieux, did he say where he was going?"
--------------------------------------------------------------------

Senet Massri:

"Erm, well, he took me to his old apartment, we had dinner, which is for giving thanks for something in my country. He kept looking at me funny, I don't know why though. He'd seem like he'd black out every time I said something, then he would reply." Senet said as she petted the deathclaw.

[Claire Jackson]

Sutler looked for somewhere to cut Mieux off but no opening came, he waited for Mieux to finish babbling. "Slow your ass down Mieux, your status as a human being will be determined by my people aboard an Enclave Vertibird, your Colonel can return to wherever the hell he wants in your Vertibird but there's no way you, and only you, are coming here outside of an Enclave Vertibird; we will collect you, perform a genetic compliancy test, place you under a general anesthetic and you will be awoken within 24 hours, do you understand me?"

[Adam Porter]

Lyn Grave

"Good, good. I know Frank is quite a womanizer, and you are good looking. Frank is my boyfriend though, so I needed to make sure he wasn't fooling around or anything. Knowing him, he was probably spacing off because he was having dirty thoughts about you." Lyn finished.

"Have you had your fill of touching me, human?" The deathclaw asked.

[Alex Vincent]

Senet Massri:

"Ah, If he does try anything, ill be sure to tell you." Senet said

"Oh, sorry Mr.Deathclaw." she stopped petting it

[Your Mum]

OOC: Alex, Mieux is just in a shocked state, hearing fleeting rumors of troubles in Manhattan. He wanted to stay away, but he just can't let go of the past. He's not going to launch war on you, he's just very ehhhh, what's the word I'm looking for? Anxious and rambling, at the moment.

After drinking from his glass of wine, which was a strong bottle, he had calmed immensly. Mieux was now in his well known trait of lofty genius and indifference. "If that's your asking price, I must decline, I don't trust injections I don't make or test. Perhaps we strike a new deal, I work on re-establishing my power in Arcadia, and you stay the hell out of my way. This is between me and Alex. We may be in contact soon enough Mr. President."

It had been two hours since his radio contact with Sutler had ended, since then, Mieux was packing everything he brought with him, the colonel he brought with him was now helping too. "Are we ready to depart Mr. Mieux?" Mieux, sitting at the terminal on a small table, turned his head barely towards this door, his eyes on the terminal still, "Almost, I just need this to download and......THERE!" A slight beep came from the computer as Mieux withdrew a holotape from it, which, unbeknownst to the colonel, was where Mr. Utopia was temporarily. Instead of deleting all the data, Mieux instead transfered it all to the holotape, increasing what date he knew, data that would prove invaluable. "Alright, Let's go Colonel"

After about two to three more hours, the Vertibird, refueled by spare supplies Mieux brought along, had landed gently on the helipad of the Arcadia Military Base. He was sure his absence and the Vertibirds absence for over two-three weeks was likely well noted. He just hoped that Alex didn't want him dead. Taking a roll of the dice, he walked into the hotel, his suitcase of valuables handcuffed to his wrist. "Good to see you again Jack, listen, I need to speak to Mr. Scalatti." The man frowned, "Oh, well, I'm sorry sir, but, the boss isn't here right now. You'll have to wait for him to come back." Mieux sighe, "Oh very well then, I'll sit over here and await Alex's arrival." And so he did, sitting on a plush red armchair, dozing off until Alex had arrived.

[Holli Dillon]

OOC: Okay, since I haven't posted in a while, I hope you guys don't mind me resetting my location and what Frank is doing. Sorry for any inconvenience it may cause, and if it my post conflicts with what anyone else is doing, please let me know, thanks!

BIC:

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

There he sat, waist deep in paperwork and documentation dealing with the city and it's maintenance. Frank rubbed his forehead and took another puff of his half smoked cigar, as he read over several files.

Boring, boring boring. he thought to himself, and recalled his conversation with the Director from before. What did he need? Some sort of energy source? he wondered, before going back to his work. Man, I miss Lyn.

As his mind wandered he felt a familiar stir in his sleek ironed trousers. I wonder what she's up to now. Hmm, well I know what she'll be up to later on tonight. he smiled to himself before his train of naughty ideas was interrupted.

"Mr. Mayor, we really need to get the junkies off the streets. The deadline you promised Mr. Mieux is approaching." Tony chirped, entering the office and laying a cup of coffee on the large oak desk.

"Oh yeah." Frank grimaced. "How's the research going for the non-addictive chems?" he asked, taking another drag of the cigar.

"Working on it, sir. But the scientists don't seem to be getting anywhere." Tony answered.

Sighing deeply, the mayor pressed on. "And what of the situation in Bridgeport?"

"It seems the Bridgeport people believe it was Ghoul High." he responded.

"Was it?" Frank asked, raising his legs onto the table and simultaneously grabbing the cup of coffee.

"I doubt it, sir."

"Well ain't that excellent. Tony the secretary doubts it, so it can't possibly be true right? I want the facts you dumb-ass!" he barked, causing the scrawny albeit well-dressed secretary to recoil.

"What I meant was, no sir. It wasn't them." Tony shuddered.

I wish it was. Been waiting for an excuse to get of those damn Ghouls. Frank mused. "Alright, that's enough. Thanks for the coffee." he said, taking a sip.

"Oh and sir, one more thing..." Tony chimed in before leaving.

"What is it?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"The Mafia sir. It's under new management."

The mayors cup of coffee slipped from his hands and shattered on the ground, causing the contents to spill all over the floor.

[JaNnatul Naimah]

Liam "Starrk" Conners - Port Neptune - Abandoned Warehouse

Liam sat for hours beneath a window of the condemned warehouse waiting for the meeting to let out. Beginning to get groggy Liam barely stifled a yawn. Returning his attention to the meeting he overheard them discussing how they would kill Leon and smooth things over with the organization.

Aw bloody hell! How long are these braggarts going to prattle on about offing Graves. , Liam thought to himself.

Suddenly Liam had an urge to answer nature's call so he carefully sidled off the building and edged over to another derelict warehouse. Once he was sure he was undetected Liam relieved himself and promptly returned to the spot he had been sitting for the last three hours. As he was going to sit he saw several people exit the building and make their way from the warehouse.

Finally., Liam scoffed inwardly.

Waiting until each member of the conspiracy left Liam finally found what he wanted as a young, lanky, destitute man emerged from the building. Stalking the individual from the gathering Liam hoped the man would go home do he could quickly capture him for interrogation.

[Betsy Humpledink]

Sutler slammed the receiver down, "Bastard thinks he can do without us 'eh?" He whirrled around on Adams, "Mieux refused to submit to the proper testing channels required to come here, he'll be back though soon enough, who else can help him like we can?"

[My blood]

Plane enroute from Las Vegas to New York on October 10th, 2077-

"Hey Justin, you why'd come all the way to Vegas just to go back to NYC?" Justin simply looked at the guy next to him with a smug grin, "Because Martin, my swanky friend, I was gonna rob a few tech companies 'legally'." Martin looked at Justin and sighed, "You STILL goin on about that 'World War lll' crap?" He scoffed lightly, "Justin, you're head's going busto man." Justin smirked, his youthful face full of young arrogane, yet deep intelligence, "Fine fine, laugh it up now me laddo, but you just watch, in the next five years, I bet somethings gonna happen, and when it does, I'll be laughing safely. Justin sat back in his seat, the song 'Volare' by Dean Martin playing on the planes speakers. There was a silence between the two for about thirty minutes, when Martin broke the ice again, " So how much did we win?" Justin scoffed, "Did you REALLY think I went to Gomorrah to gamble? No, I went there to do a deal with those Mafia chumps. I offered them fifty million, I said I'd pay it all off in five years time. They were unhappy with it at first, but I convinced them to sell me the tech I needed" Martin looked nervous, "What'd you buy? Guns?" Justin grinned again, "Nope, better. Cryogenic materials. You see, I've constructed a tube shaped device that freezes the body, it doesnt freeze you to death, but rather, it's JUST cold enough to send the body into forced hibernation. If all goes well, I'll emerge from the tube in five years time." Martin glanced nervously at him, "But what if it doesnt go well?" Mieux scoffed a third time, "It won't, my plan is to full proof, the Penthouse of Mieux Hotel is now bulletproof, explosive proof, and high security."

[Makenna Nomad]

Lyn Grave

"I wonder if Frank is done with his meeting." Lyn wondered aloud.

"You've ssspoken of thisss 'Frank' before. Isss he your mate?" the deathclaw asked.

"Oh, Uh...er, yeah." Lyn replied, only slightly surprised with the deathclaw's blunt question, but still pretty embarrassed. The deathclaw snorted in contempt, perceiving that embarrasment as weakness, and walked away. Before the deathclaw got too far away though, he turned back to say one more thing.

"Human, if you wisssh to earn my ressspect, bring your alpha male here to challenge me." With that, he turned away once again and walked off.

"Oh great...how am I going to pull that off?" Lyn then let out a sigh.