New Manhattan Thread 12

Post » Fri May 13, 2011 4:07 pm

“I… I’m sorry to hear that. I’m lost for words. Over the last five, six years, however long it’s been, we’ve locked horns on more than one occasion, but I’ve never wished death upon you, not even harm, to be perfectly straight. But I guess it feels that way, and I feel the need to reassure you, for my sake if nothing else. If you want the truth, I’ll give it to you; I can’t imagine life with Alan James Sutler.”

“Still, two years is long enough to make what remains of your life count, and I don’t for one second believe you’re going to declare all hope is lost, either. We both know you’re a tenacious bastard, let’s not be coy about that, and there’s no doubt you’re going to stop fighting until you’re last drop of blood. And even when you’ve passed, I can vouch the Enclave will keep chugging along, ever efficient, ever glorious.”

Sutler, still not looking at Adams but at the jubilant crowds, reached out his arm and patted Adams on the back. "No need to be nervous compatriot; I've been resigned to my fate for nearly seven years now. A.J. Sutler died with Eden, Lucy & Gordon down in Raven Rock; since then I've been nothing but a shell, 'chugging along' like the Enclave. I have nothing anymore Adams, everything personal to me is gone, yes I have my Sutler family memorabilia but everything to me is gone; I live for the Sutler legacy and the Enclave now, with a few glasses of scotch and cigarettes to keep the less objective parts of my corporial form moving along. But thank you all the same"

"A year and maybe a bit, and I still have so much to do, things you cannot even begin to imagine Adams; let's just say I have a 'skeleton in my closest', as it were, and before I go I want it removing from the face of Earth. No no no no you won't see my whither away, I'll be long gone. Only I will decide when it's time, no disease will be the end of me, it's strange Adams, I have the responsibility of deciding when it is time to end a dynasty three centuries old. But enough talk of the end, this is the begining; I am going to end most of the emergency powers and hold a General Election, I will resign my post of President and will not present myself as a candidate."
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 7:04 pm

OOC: Some real poignant posts here. I love it. Personally, I want to keep Sutler around for as long as possible, so no time skips. :P

Adams smiled awkwardly at Sutler’s words. Sutler seemed content, if not comfortable, in his acceptance of his encroaching death. Adams, however, was not. In spite of their frequent quarrels, he saw Sutler as the axle which kept the Enclave rotating efficiently, regardless of its age. Him simply buggering off so suddenly unnerved Adams greatly – and reassuring him to think otherwise would be difficult.

But then again, who am I to deny a man of personal glory? Actually, I’m not sure what he’s intending to do is glorious at all, but he’s his own man, and if it takes precedence over the Enclave’s needs, then I can assume it’s something of relevance. Still, the future of the United States is surely a more worthy cause? Bah, screw it. Adams decided to keep his thoughts to himself; for once, he felt a genuine sense of kinship between Sutler and himself, and intended to uphold this feeling until it was necessary to drop it.

“Well, for what it’s worth, you’ve done a damn fine job. Needless to say, you’ve done your country proud. I can guarantee that’s the consensus amongst everybody. We’ve had our low moments, sure, but I’d also say we’ve achieved much – it’s been a great ride. With that said, I’m not entirely sure what effect your resignation is going to have amongst the people. It doesn’t take a genius to realise that, during your office, you’ve been held in high regard. Breaking the news will be… difficult, I imagine. What are your plans? How do you aim to soften the blow?”

Treating Sutler with such reverence felt odd, incredibly so. Adams almost felt as if he were another person with this extreme level of ass-kissing. However, determined to sustain the harmony, he endured it.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 1:32 pm

Imperial Commander Nick Sakin

"Don't try me [censored]. I can still kick your ass back to your commie country," One of the men said and instantly, brandished a .44 Magnum. Nick smirked as he went on to boast about his magnum. Katelyn was obviously seeing this as a challenge as her eyes started to bore into the gun.

Again, the owner interjected, he himself taking out a pistol, holding it like a drunk while the two guards behind him took out sub machine guns. Nick yawned through his mask.

"Ah, you're boring. I marched over 500 kilometers and then dealt with drunken bums in Reuters for this? Whoever you men are, I assure you, if you even TOUCH any of my men..."

Nick cleared his throat, letting the unfinished threat finish itself. "In any case, I wish to speak with the owner and ONLY the owner. So for the time being, lower your guns and I'll lower mine."
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 5:13 am

Alexander Scalatti

Nick cleared his throat, letting the unfinished threat finish itself. "In any case, I wish to speak with the owner and ONLY the owner. So for the time being, lower your guns and I'll lower mine."

Alex stepped forward awkwardly and motioned for the bouncers to put down their guns. "T-hat wou--ld be me, fo fol---follow me in-to my office pl--ease."

Alex led the way into his office and locked the door. He pulled out his chair and sat in it. "Wha-t do you wa-nt to talk abou-t?"
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 8:12 am

Sutler thought about nothing for a moment before saying, "I honestly haven't thought about it compatriot. The Cabinet will just have to bear it, they are predominately my people." Sutler glaned sideways at Adams and coughed. "But the rest of the citizens, well we'll have to discuss that at the Cabinet meeting; I've really been more concerned about some personal endevours I still need to undertake before I go. I'm not a real politician Adams; I'm a soldier and all I've done my entire life is soldiering, in one form or another. I'm not really one to mince words or make speeches."

Sutler thought back, he really had no place being in a political office and, indeed, only was because he literally gutted and stomped on whom he was told to, coupled with a coup.

"You know I'm not even sure that I am supposed to be the President, I did kill the previous President; though I suppose that it was for a good reason, I don't know how much you know on the subject."
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 11:33 am

Imperial Commander Nick Sakin

Nick smirked and then raised his right hand. "Lower your weapons," He ordered. The soldiers immediately did so, almost robotically and completely in sync. As he followed Alex, Katelyn followed.

When they got to the office, they took a seat on the other side of Alex. "Wha-t do you wa-nt to talk abou-t?" He stuttered. Nick sighed. "What did I do in my past life to deserve this..."

Next to him, Katelyn snickered. Nick immediately got to business.

"Hm, just two things. Firstly, I want you to lease us a room in this casino. My force is efficient, disciplined, and the best non-Brotherhood fighting force down in D.C. In exchange for the lease, 50% of all earnings will go towards the CAPone casino," Nick said.

He then continued. "Second, just know this city of New Manhattan is going to be taken over by the Lake Federation and from data I've gathered from an interesting group of people...the Gauss Project? The Federation is weak in individual morale but high in numbers and technology. Just should let you know."
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 12:39 pm

Mieux sat to dinner with the girl, he thought about taking her upstairs to the penthouse, but his heart decided against it, so instead, he treated her to a finely seasoned Brahmin Steak and Pre-War wine. He pvssyd with her over a low lit candle, the soft classical music of the restaraunt wafting in the air like an invisible, gentle heart lifting voice. "And that is how I came to build a multi-million dollar investment." The girl, Maria she turned out to be named, furrowed her eyes in thought, "So....You BUILT this hotel?" Mieux chuckled loftily, "No my dear, I BOUGHT this hotel, it was named 'Hotel Le Mieux', I took my name after it. You needn't worry about my old name dear." He heard the speakers play one of his favorite songs 'Sway' by Dean Martin, he lifted her from the table, and took her to the dance floor in the center and led her through a couples dance, the way he moved her about was graceful, Mieux's tuxedo and Maria's crimson dress sheening in the soft lights. Other couples were dancing, some at tables. Now, most of the eyes in the room were on the two. For the first time in over two hundred years, his heart pulsed fast, he'd been hit by the thunderbolt. As he dipped her, she was showing a look of genuine affection. They lost sight of the other rich stuffy diners in the room, kissing affectionately, when they heard clapping, they looked around, Maria blushed. Mieux cleared his throat."Ahem, er, how about we go for a stroll my dear?" He held out his elbow to take her. "Sure Justin. Where to?" She asked, her sharp eyes staring into his cold jade colored eyes. "I was thinking the park outside the tower. Does that sound alright by you?" She merely nodded and took his hand.

As they strolled around in a small park built a few years ago, under Mieux's oversight, the small green trees rustled in the night wind. "I'm surprised a girl who seems to play men seems so genuinely into me. Why is that?" His tone genuinely curious. Her paled face flushed again, "I don't know, I've never been attracted to a man, I've only ever used men, but, you have this air of charm and sophistication." Mieux smiled faintly, "Only when I want to my dear. I can be cold when pushed, I never want you to see that side of me." Maria looked into his face, "Mieux, take me up to your room. Please?" Mieux let out that lofty arrogant laugh of his. "My dear, your very gorgeous," he tilted his head and looked at her gorgeous figure, "But you're the first girl I've let into my heart to any extent in two hundred years." He kissed her cheek, then her slightly pouty lips. "How about we keep dating see where things go?" He gave her a gentle kiss on the hand and said, "Tommorow tonight sound good?" Maria, her heart in her throat, only nodded, her face flush with embarassment. Mieux said with a wave over his shoulder. "Well then, until tomorrow my dear, Au Revoir My dear." He strode confidently upstairs to the doors to the hotel. As he waved to the lobby Maitr'd, a new guy, apparantly Alex fired and hired some new staff. As he went up the spiral staircase to the silver M engraved doors, he gave a reassured, confident smirk. "I'm back where I belong." and the doors shut, the elevator humming as he rode to his penthouse home.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 5:13 pm

Alexander Scalatti

"One moment please," Alex said as his face grew a bit green. He ran for the bathroom, and after throwing up for around a minute (in a soundproof bathroom), he came back, feeling almost new.

"Hm, just two things. Firstly, I want you to lease us a room in this casino. My force is efficient, disciplined, and the best non-Brotherhood fighting force down in D.C. In exchange for the lease, 50% of all earnings will go towards the CAPone casino," Nick said.

"Sorry, but our rooms are all leased, or for short term drunks to stay at. We do have several high roller suites, but you have to win those," Alex said in a clear voice that even surprised him, considering how much he just drank.

He continued, "But, I have some properties in outer New Manhattan and in Reuters you can purchase, here's a list." Alex handed Nick a list. On it were warehouses, old farmhouses, and some pre-war buildings Alex owned. All were in horrendous shape, especially the warehouse in Outer New Manhattan.

"I don't think you'll want the one in Outer Manhattan. Its lawless out there."

He then continued. "Second, just know this city of New Manhattan is going to be taken over by the Lake Federation and from data I've gathered from an interesting group of people...the Gauss Project? The Federation is weak in individual morale but high in numbers and technology. Just should let you know."

"Yes, the Lake Federation, founded by one of my friends from the vault, Johnathan Fairfield. Michigan used to be hell, but by teaching some independent villages, he united them. He united the entire peninsula in about two years and the country has existed ever since then."

After taking a breath, he continued, " The Gauss Project were a bunch of technology loving militaristic people. We had a large share of conflicts."

Johnathan Fairfield

After a short struggle, LF forces were in control of Central Square. They raised the flag of the Lake Federation over the town hall and proceded to enter the Ivory Tower. He personally raised the LF flag over that tower.

"New Manhattan, you are free!"
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 6:01 am

Standing in his office, he spoke through the computer. "I'd just had word from a reliable source Lake Federation has seized control of New Manhattan, one of MY Properties. Since I will take this action as a hostile action. I want all food, clothing, and any other item traded to Manhattan ceased IMMEDIATELY." The wharf master of the docks, where Mieux traded with the Suns for their valuables, had said, "But sir, all those people-" Mieux interrupted him, "Until New Manhattan is returned to me, I will cease any trade with them, let them farm their own food. Sure people will suffer, but it'll show them just what those fascists are, locusts." He disconnected and announced over the city radio, cutting off the radio signal to announce this. "Citizens of Arcadia, The Lake Federation has forcefully stolen New Manhattan from me. Until such time as they will return my territory to me, ANY Lake Federation personnel found in Arcadian premises is to be denied premission to enter the city lest I have given my say so. As to you all, I ask that you resume your daily lives, if you see a spy or Lake Federation infiltrator, it is YOUR duty to report it. For your sake and for all of our sakes. Thank you." He flipped Mr. Utopias signal switch, allowing him to be rebroadcast. Arcadia, being so close to New Manhattan, his message was bound to have swept into New Manhattan.

Justin sat down to his computer, sending an urgent message to The Enclave, while he knew it likely would be recieved with mixed emotions, he needed any allies he could muster. He left the computer and stared down to the street at New Manhattan. "Alex, you better make the right choice and contact me. If you side with them, you side with the doom of Manhattan Island. Side with me, and we will save humanity" A look of genuine worry, a sentiment he seldom expressed, on his face.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 6:05 pm

Jacob Anderson

I ran as fast as I could to the square of New Manhattan. I walked up to the President of the Lake Federation.

"Mr. President, I would like to bring this offer to the Lake Federation from Blackhall mercenaries." I handed him a paper. On it labeled the following:

1.Blackhall will supply the Lake Federation with food, water, weapons, ammo, and armor

2.Blackhall Mercenaries can be used, for a price.

3.If any hostile attack commences, the Mercenaries have the right to run.

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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 5:29 pm

OOC: Thanks, Chriso. Also, I wasn't apologizing for the length of the post, I was apologizing because it seemed a little too fast paced. But thanks for the compliment. ;)

Tommy Ryder
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Time: 5:31 P.M.

"Come on man, the boats worth at least 2-3k in caps," Tommy argued, attempting to persuade a local fishermen to cough up enough caps so that he could get settled. "I made you my offer, 1,500 hundred caps," He responded. The fishermen knew the boat was worth much more then the boy was asking for, but he was greedy, and knew that he had no other buyers. "Go to hell old man," Tommy said. The man shrugged and went on his way.

"Excuse me, mister, is that your boat?" A young boy asked, tugging on Tommy's shirt. "Yeah, it is," He responded, smacking his hand away. "Are you selling it?" The boy looked up, his face was covered in grime, his hair fell over his eyes, and he wore only rags. He reminded Tommy of himself at that age. "Sorry kid, I don't think you could afford it," He turned his attention back to the crowd, looking for any interested buyers. He heard the familiar sound of rattling caps and turned his attention back to the boy, who had pulled a small bag and offered it to Tommy. "Is this enough?" He asked.

Tommy took the bag and opened it. "Theres at least 4,000 caps here, kid," He said in awe, sorting through it. "4,112 to be exact," The boy grinned. "How did you.." Tommy asked. "My ma and pa, mister," He responded. "They.. Gave you the money?" Tommy asked, eying the kid suspiciously. "Sort of.." He responded.

"Look, you gonna sell me the boat or not?" He asked. "Hes lying to me. I know it... But I can't exactly pass up 4,000 caps.." Tommy thought, arguing with himself on how to handle the situation. "The question is, can I let a innocent kid screw up his life the same way I did?"

"Whatever," He said, tossing him the keys. "Its all yours," Tommy put the caps into his bag and walked out of the docks, taking one last look behind him to watch as the kid clumsily boarded the boat and excitedly jammed the keys into the ignition. He had a bad feeling in his gut, knowing that he had done the wrong thing. He shrugged it off and thought about all he had endured in his childhood. "Survival of the fittest, kid,"
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 9:57 am

OOC: sorry for not posting I really have no idea what to do right now.

Two Weeks Later...

Leon Graves - Port Neptune - Graves' Spire

Leon sat at his desk on the ninth floor a dark look on his face and a glass of brandy clenched tightly in his hand. It had been two weeks since Leon had gone to meet Mieux but when he arrived he found neither hide nor hair of the wealthy tycoon. Returning home Leon was glad to hear that Conners had dealt with the dissenters which freed up Moffet to work full time on the vertibird. Leon's was quite content to hear the news but a recent development in New Manhattan had him enraged. The former Mayor Frank Vercelotti had been murdered and the region had been taken by the Lake Federation, Leon's hated foes.

Immediately upon hearing the news Leon recalled all forces in the region and cut all trade with the area. Leon then sent an expeditionary force along with Garret to secure the ruins of Antium which he had dubbed Apollo Square. Leon had also begun a major offensive headed up by Archangel to remove the three rival gangs from his territory. Work in the Core had begun to stall and the projected completion date was moved back a month.

Leon gulped down the remaining liquor in his glass which burnt his throat as it went down. Pouring himself another glass Leon wondered if the Suns should just pull up stakes and head down to Florida.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 9:33 am

Johnathan Fairfield

As Johnathan read the paper, his face grew redder and redder. Eventually, he ripped it up. "Do you honestly think that were are that [censored] stupid?!? Really? Go to hell!"

He continued, "First, check our [censored] army! We already have supply contractors! Second, why do we need moronic mercs who think that the greatest nation on the planet if full of rednecks! Third, you can "run"?! That is the most complete and utter [censored] I have ever read. GO away and stop wasting my [censored] time."

"Run," morons.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 5:21 am

Jacob Anderson

I glared at the man

"Your [censored] crazy. I'll bring the other contract to Mieux. [censored] THE LAKE FEDERATION!" I screamed. I ran off as fast as I could, bound to Mieux's tower.

***

I arrived at Mieux's tower with a robot in front.

"I am here for a contract for Mr. Mieux."
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 11:23 am

OOC: Mieux's back in Arcadia, where you have to check in with the Maitr'd at the desk and he sends a message to Mieux.

Miuex had his hands in his pockets, walking up and down the living room, a map of Manhattan Island laid before him. He used old Pre-War New York memoribilia to mark points on the map, and old Chrysler Tower miniturette was Arcadia, and an old Vault Tec snowglobe of New York City was where New Manhattan was located. Mieux was pondering what to do to reclaim New Manhattan. He looked aroundthe marble penthouse, the cream colored couches in the middle of the room. A light buzz indicated he had a phone call. He strolled into the classy office and sat down, the chair made a light 'thwump' as he sat in it. "Hello?" He asked sharply into the phone, his mind distracted from his thoughts had made him annoyed." A shaky voice on the other end said lightly, "Er, you have a visitor sir. Someone with a contract for you." Mieux smirked. "Define 'contract'. " "Yes sir, one moment please." There as a minutes silence as he heard off voices. "He says it's a business contract with his merceneries." A sudden impulse told Mieux he could use them to his advantage. "Very well, send the man up, I'll read his contract through then." As he put down the reciever. He pulled out a bottle of wine and poured a glass for himself, another for his new visitor.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 4:45 pm

Jacob Anderson

I walked in the door with a man. I looked over the Contract:

This Contract refrains the employment of one hundred and fifty Mercenaries of the Blackhall Company:

1.We will arm ourselves, feed ourselves, and clothe ourselves unless special rules apply.

2.The Price will be set for 2,000 caps.

I,_____ agree to the terms and hire the Blackhall Mercenaries.


I gripped the paper and walked upstairs to meet Mieux.
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OOC: I said you could come upstairs >:I
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OOC: I said you could come upstairs >:I

Oh, edited.
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Mieux spoke cordially "Ah, please, sit down Mr. Anderson." He extended his hand to the man his agents told him was the leader of a Mercenary company. "Please, have a drink." He could see a sharp eye of wariness on the glass of wine, to which Mieux laughed. "Relax, if I wanted you gone, you wouldn't be here." He indicated to the plush armchair on the opposite side. "I understand you have want for me to read your contract." He picked up the paper and looked it over. he turned his back and started typing on the monitor, a small letter spooling on the printer.

'Blackhall-Arcadia Agreement-

Per Justin Mieux, the Autocratic leader of Arcadia, the following terms have been suggested-

1. Upon signed agreement, Blackhall Mercenaries will be issued (25) black (painted) Combat Armor, (20) Refurbished Chinese Assault Rifles, (5) USAF Grenade Launchers) and appropriate ammo for each suit.

2. Until designated by both parties, both parties agree to their respective terms or must pay with bottlecaps or their lives.

3. Absolutely no civilian deaths are to be caused. Per civilian death negates Blackhall Mercenaries payment by (100) caps per lost life, and will be expected to bury the body respectfully.

4. Arcadia will grant each member with honorary citizenship, until such time as either the company becomes hostile or the citizen causes crime in Arcadia.

5. Arcadia will not compensate for the loss of any Blackhall employee lost during contract.

6. Blackhall Company will be supplied with food, water, and quarters per requests of each invoice shipment.

Cordially,

Justin Mieux

President, CEO, and Autocratic Leader of Arcadia'


He slid the paper across the polished desk to Jacob. "I think you'll find these terms more than fair. Have a look and decide for yourself." he leaned back and allowed Jacob time to read the newly written terms set by Mieux.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 8:56 pm

Jacob Anderson

I carefully picked up the paper and read over all the terms

"I think we have a deal, Mr. Mieux." I said "Also, I would like to point out, the commie bastards are amassing at the front door of Arcadia."
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OOC: Can't post with Scalatti till Zerker posts, so lets drag this LF thing on. Note that on the link is the Confederate flag. It was the best version of the song. I don't mean to offend anyone.

Lake Federation

A general walked up to Johnathan, who was standing on top of a platform. "Mr. President sir, but, Arcadia is still there, should we procede to attack?"

"No, play marching bands outside the gate. I want diplomacy in this case."

Within ten minutes the marching band was ready, "Arcadia, surrender! Return the land to its rightful owner, Alexander Scalatti! We know you stole it!" A man using a megaphone said.

Then, the marching band http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNID02byVV4
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Mieux shrugged. "No matter. Fleas will be fleas." he got up from his chair, pulling up the menu on the keyboard for his securitron he took back during Snowes reign over Manhattan, it rolled down the steps and stopped at the man with the megaphone, a blank face. Suddenly, in a flash, a portrait of him flashed over the screen. "Ah, if it isn't 'The Lake Federation." A note of disdain in Mieux's voice as he uttered their name. "Steal is such a harsh word. I bear no hate for Mr. Scalatti. His problem was he let Manhattan Island be the drunken maiden, and you, the barbarian who comes before her with the insolence to violate her body." His voice rising in tension. "Indeed, Lake Federation STOLE Manhattan from my regime, that is a sign of a ridiculous, statist Communist society. Take a look around you, the casino lights glitter, the soldiers protect, and the citizens stroll as if life goes on. What does the Lake Federation have to show for it's behavior? Nothing, like the Hun before the gates of Rome, you can do nothing but stammer with your army of Barbarians, demanding what isn't yours be yours. Well let me tell you something savages. I shan't let Manhattan fall to your unintelligent yawp. Under my guidance, Manhattan, and eventually, America, will be reborn, and with the corpses of the unfit buried, the people seeking to civilize will thrive." There was a silence as a gentle wind rippled in the night air. "You tell your tribal leader, or, as you sorely misguided souls believe, 'President', this. I demand New Manhattan back to my control, and the immediate withdrawal of Lake Federation military forces from New York City proper." The robot clicked it's claws, the man flinched back slightly, the robot's face turned blank as it rolled back into the tower, the heavy steel doors of the hotel clanging shut with a deep noise.
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Jacob Anderson

"Gah [censored]!" I screamed as the music drew louder "Propagandized songs! Now I know why William ordered those troops to fire on the band!"

I was about to kick the window open and fire in the direction of the music, but I held back.

"When do you plan to retake New Manhattan?" I asked him.
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Mieux sighed, "Mercenaries are never bright are they?" He drank from his glass of wine with an air of nothing going on below. "The plan now is to have Lake Federation give me my land back, they have seen what I can do. They know what I am capable of. They preach diplomacy for two reasons. Not just me, but for the people. They know I've brought a comfortable life to this region, they know attacking me would make more than a few enemies. No, they wait, like a hungry lion waiting for the antelope to let it's guard down. Unfortunately for they, I was educated in one of the most distinguished instutes, before the war anyway." He stared down at his shoes, then looked back to the mercenary. "Here, take this suitcase, put your armor in that, and put on this suit. Leave Arcadia back to your men, I've already instructed that the equipment be delivered to your men. I want you to listen to me carefully. Just give their men a curious look, then walk by, look to long, and they'll suspect you doing something. Look to casual, they may think you a soldier. Behave naturally, and you'll get through this. Officially, you and I don't speak, not yet, I like keeping my cards held to my chest."
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Jacob Anderson

I grabbed the suitcase and put the suit on

"You sure are a Edwin House eh?" I said as I left the door

"Oh, heres the location of the Blackhall Mercenary Base, just incase you want to stop by."

I walked out and passed through New Manhattan. I looked curiously at the chanting people, but kept walking.

***

I walked into Mr. Blackhall's house in the compound

"Sir, we are at alliance with Mieux."
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