*Draws knife and throws it, the knife lands in-between the splayed fingers of Mieux*

Hold your Tongue, profligate, unless you wish it to be cut out. The Legion is not here for an agreement, we are here for Vegas, the Dam, the Mojave. Neither you, your robots or House can stand in our way. I'll personally see you crucified, just you wait.

[ 1 turn to scavenge, find pieces to repair artillery at the Fort ]

Ambassador Andronicus: Enclave Remnants

*takes the cup of tea offered to him by Ambassador Stonewall*

*sips the piping hot beverage*

Ah, thank you Ambassador Stonewall. Good to see a return to civility after that barbaric display from Jingo.

*Turns to Brontus*

Ah yes, Brontus. I'm afraid I have a bit of a confession to make. You see, the Remnants really never intended to support the Legion. What with two important members of our squad having a blatant objection to the Legion, and with my own reservations concerning your barbarity, it was never really an option. Although you did serve my purpose of being used as a bargaining tool. My threats were intended to bring the NCR to the table in terms of a deal from fear of supply shortages due to Remnant raiding (a task we would have been well suited to). Unfortunately I overestimated the sheer gall of Ambassador Jingo, so my plans rather fell flat. His appears to be a mind of a rather unique sort of insanity.

However, it appears it all worked out in the end, as the thought of Remnants-Legion cooperation gave House's ambassador the initiative to offer us a deal. Out loyalty is now with the CEO and sole-proprietor of the Las Vegas Strip.

Ah politics are such a fickle thing.




*takes another sip of tea, his eyes staring straight ahead*

*Hears the sounds of the knife impacting against the table, eyes unmoved and facial expression unchanged*

*sets the teacup down and turns eyes towards Brontus and then towards Mieux, an amused smirk on his face*

Things are certainly getting more and more interesting.

Ambassador Lobotomite : The State of Utobitha

*Wipes off some blood that was starting to drip into his eye

Agreed

Ambassador Mieux- New Vegas

*Picks up the knife and eyes it boredly, then proceeds to slip it into a pocket of his suit*

I'm flattered, I'd have brought some flowers and Fancy Lad Snack Cakes, but, well, I figured this would be a meeting, not a speed dating session. I know you legionares mount each other as often as you do your women, but I dont play that game pal. *smirks smuggly once more*

*Smirk leaves his face* Back to seriousness, what do we do here? Ambassador Jingo has left the room, and we're at an impass it'd seem. Mr. Lobotomite, I'd like your answer if you'd be so kind good sir.

OOC- All day today I kept telling myself I need to get back to work and I don't have time for this, but damn from what I just read this is getting to good. I'm still willing to give this spot up but until that time comes....

Ambassador Jingo- NCR

*Laughs will pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Sits the bottle on the table and looks for a glass.

Well damn, it seems I've left my shot glass in the other room, excuse me one second.

*Turns around to the large wooden doors that separate the room from the rest of the camp

Boys! Get me a shot glass!

*A few moments later the door explodes in a series of spitters, a lone Veteran Ranger shoots his .50 caliber at point blank range hitting Monero in his helmet's bulletproof visior. The bullet doesn't go through his helmet but it does send him out of his seat. Within the next moment two NCR power armored troopers enter the room through the smoke and fog steadly approaching Moreno. Just as he begins to reach for his mingun they unleash their weapons upon him. After a minute or so Jingo raises his hand.

Boys that's enough, you know the protocal for dealing with Power Armored emenies, not as if you havn't killed them before, get that hunk of flesh out of this office.

*Stands removing his revolver from his side shooting Moe square in the face, letting all manner of green puss and liquid fly across the room, then sits back down.

O and boys? Make sure you cut the head off of that one immediately got to make sure he stays dead.

*The power armored troopers grab Moneros' corpse and drag him ouf of the room. The Veteran Ranger from before moves the remnants of the door back in front of the frame. All the while Jingo digs into this jacket and pulls out a glass

Would you look at that! I had the glass the whole time!

*Jingo grabs the whiskey bottle and pours himself a shot

Alright now back to business. You know I've been sitting here, watching you all complain and fight like women and I've come up with what some would call...key points. See you all have been [censored]ting each other in blind anger in rage when you were fighting me..but then it turns out you all hate each other even more! And seriously what's this mess?

*Turns to Ambassador Mieux
Why are you here son? Tell me what do you possibly have to say? You have no power, you'll have no food once this meetings over, all hopes of trade will be destroyed, you ain't got no chip whatever you needed that for, and now your sitting with your grim covered suit pretending like House has got a hope in the world for even surviving. So tell me, what have you got? A dozen or so robots that can shoot sub machine gun bullets at a low range? Do you really expect anyone to treat you serious-

*Stops gettting a large wad of spit form in the back of his throat, then releasing on Mieux's suit

ly? And it's funny because you didn't say the right words, guess option B it is. I hope Mr. House enjoys having no lights tonight...Hum I wonder how that robotic [censored] will live on? Heh not my problem to care about I suppose.

*Then turns to Lt. Androcus
And then there's you. I must say boy, you put on quite the show. Bringing in some mental disorder thug to what? Immediate me? Let's drop all pretense, I've been to more than one rodeo in my life boy and high hell have I seen your kind before. So self righteous and yet so foolish. So let me be clear to everyone seated here today, I'm more than a one trick show, you like that last act? then you ain't seen nothing yet. Because remember the best part of the NCR are the last things you'll never see. What did you seriously think I was going to let a member of the Enclave and his pyscho body guard wlatz in here without some type of insurance policy? And yeah, I know you, and I know what your thinking. You've probably brought some type of poison or are planning on throwing a grendade at me or some mess. But I would rather hope these negotations could now go on without more blood shead, because heaven knows, we're all sitting on a Fat Boy with long range detentions set up (ooc- The kind used on the raid on NCRCF, so yes the NCR does have them, and given Jingo's character he would do some [censored] like this.). The last thing I would want would be to have to end this meeting in such an unpleasent way. So here's the bottom line, if one more person in this [censored] room dies, I blow us all to high heaven. And if I come up dead, the orders are still to blow us all to high heaven, so let's get some work done gentlemen.

*Glares at Brontus

So now what for you skirt boy? Seems as if your little plans for alliances have fallen apart quite nicely no? Have fun dealing with lying snakes like the Enclave. But you know, I was thinking, me and you, we have quite a lot in common. It's a shame you weren't born in the NCR, you'd be half way to General by now.

*Switches back to Ambassador Lobotomite

I see you have quite a bit of anger in you, but you've already shown your incapable of rational decisions, but heaven forbid you try to attack me due to the loss of your freakshow companion. As much as I want to kill you in a quick nuclear blast and let our spirits fight in the afterlife for all of eternity, I think you deserve a special death, what for all your old age and lack of control. So try and test me beast, try.

*Stands back up and puts his whiskey and shot glass back into his jacket.

So is that is this it then? Because quite honestly I see no more progress to be made. With that do any of you have anything else to say or are you all ready to resolve this on the battle field like men?

OOC- (I think we sorta need to tone down the shooting and killing each other off. Not to say that it isn't fun for roleplaying purposes, but elsewise we are going to just end up in some kind of invisible gun battle thing. With the whole "I shot you. Nuh uh! No you didn't!" :tongue:

Also FalloutBob: I'm not sure if you meant to imply that Moreno was dead, but I think that's a bit too much. Killing off a couple random NCR Ranger's is one thing (which probably shouldn't have been done but meh, its all in good fun) however Moreno is around 1/6th of my total force. :tongue: So I'm gunna have to take him back with a little creative writing.)

In character:

Ambassador Andronicus: Enclave Remnants

*slams down tea cup, shattering it into a hundred pieces*

THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH!

*Quickly draws plasma pistol and aims it at the NCR Rangers taking Moreno away and blasts a shot off, knocking the weapon out of one and rending it inoperable*

*Arcade Gannon and Cannibal Johnson burst in from the doors in front of the NCR soldiers. Both are armoured in APA. Johnson knocks one down and Arcade throws the other one to the ground.

"Hands where we can see them bastards"

*I walk over to Moreno, who is still lying on the ground, Arcade leans down to check on him while Johnson holds his Gatling Laser up to the soldiers*

Is he going to be all right Arcade?

"Yes. He's hurt and suffering from shock trauma but he'll be fine Lieutenant. The bullets of course, weren't able to penetrate the armor. It'lll take more than that to take down this old dog. We'll get him out to the vertibird and I'll get him medical attention. Do we need to come back in here?"

No, Arcade, that'll be all. Gaurd the vertibird and tell Whitman to get it prepped for takeoff, in case we need to make a hasty exit. Do a quick search to ensure no sabotage as well. Krueger can help you with that.

*Arcade and Johnson leave carrying Moreno out with them, before they get out of sight Moreno briefly holds up his hand in the form of a fake "gun" and proceeds to "pretend shoot it" at Ambassador Jingo. The NCR soldiers shakely stand up unharmed and look at Jingo for orders*

----

So are you going to blow us all up Jingo? Are going to dare to go that far?

I'm not a betting man, but I'll take my chances and assume you won't. If these talks weren't important to you, we'd have all been dead awhile back.

*Holsters his plasma pistol and sits back down at his seat*

Now then. Where were we?

Ah yes. Ambassador Jingo:

First off, don't presume to question my abilities or my experience with combat. I have served with the United State's armed forces since the day I turned 18 and have flown in and personally commanded 506 Vertibird assault missions. I have seen men die and I have killed them myself. The tech that I've had at my disposal in a position of authority has been more than you will likely ever see in your lifetime and the soldiers I have served with were the most well-trained and deadly military force that this shoddy wasteland has ever seen. The thousand strong army of the Enclave would have decimated even your current troop numbers. We are the Remnants of that tradition, the last flicker of a flame that has grown dimmer and dimmer with each passing age. But I'll be damned if we aren't going to continue to uphold it as long as we can.

Your high-handed cowboy attitude is laughable and frankly your threat of blowing us all sky high doesn't surprise me. I'd expect something as foolish as that from you.

You savages are so arrogant. So tribal in your affinities. *points at the shaken NCR troopers* See that? That isn't even power armor they are wearing. The motor functions have been removed in order to facilitate them wearing it without training. Not only that, but they are T-45d models, the earliest form that was produced by the pre-war government. So its really no more than fancy metal armor at this point. Quite pathetic actually.

*Pulls out another tea cup and calmly poor's himself another cup*

Ah, now that's better. Now perhaps we can get back to negotiation?

Ambassador Mieux? I believe its your move

*sets cup down*

Ambass. Daniels BoS

Order! Order!

Calm down everyone, we should not be fighting. We have deathclaws and radiation to worry about. We should be working together and not against each other. We are not savages. My scribes have come up with a revolutionary item. This everyone...is Rad-Air!

What it is is it works like rad-away and rad-x together but is released into the air and cleans up radiation and starts us off to reclaiming our earth. This is the biggest thing since..anything! But there's one problem. We need many things to produce mass amount of it.

Cheers

ooc- @Lt. Andro- I fully understand, in fact I understood when I wrote my last post taking Monero like that was to much and that you would bring him back in some sort of way, but I must say this whole rping thing is quite fun. And yeah let's calm down on the killing other characters thing..for now :gun: So Lt. what are your suggestions for the "turn?" because at this point..I don't see any way forward for peace...

Ambassador Jingo- NCR

*Takes back out his bottle of whiskey and pours another shot. Takes the shot in stride and shakes his whiskey bottle.
Damn I really am out of whiskey.

*Turns around to standing troopers

Well don't just stand there! Get me some whiskey!...on second thought get me two we are going to be here a while.

*Looks back at Lt. Androcious

I've never doubted your ability, nor your companion Monero. Hell the fact your group is only what 5..6 people? And more dangerous than almost anyone else in this region says a lot.

*Leans back in his chair putting his hands together

Now that I think about it, I can't ever recall a time I've doubted an oppenent. But I can see how people would make that mistake, of thinking I've made a mistake in character. See I've grown to discover no matter how strong an emeny is, if your willing to sarcifice everything to win, results are made. In an odd way Lt. I like you, I see hatred of mutants in your eyes, just like me. What else would explain you completely ignoring Ambassador Lobotomite even though he's sitting on a seat away? But I see something else in you Lt. I see a plan that seeks to transcend House or the Legion. You don't care about House or his petty goal to run [censored] houses and casinos. And I know with certainity you could care less about the Legion. In fact Lt. I think you hate everyone here even more than I do, except maybe Ambassador Stonewall. Because Lt. don't you consider us all mutants? On the same level with the brainless dribble of super mutants? You can call yourself a remnant but the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree does it?

*Looks back at Brontus

When Legate comes marching across the dam like a trained dog I expect to see you there. Heaven forbid you get to miss the show.

*Leans forward and glances at Ambassador Stonewall
I wonder which will happen first? Your people become slaves to the Enclave for your foolish actions or the Enclave turns you all into the very savages you so hate?

*The soliders return with the whiskey then leave the room. Jingo takes a bottle and drinks straight from it

O and Lt? It's called insurance for a reason, I have a good feeling that no one in here wants to make a claim, least the deductable be raised.

(ooc- Thanks Bob, I figured you'd be okay with that. I'm perfectly fine with Moreno being injured and out of the fight temporarily and such though. In any case I enjoyed that little roleplay battle. Certainly made it interesting. I'm glad you came back and did that.)

(Oh and I really don't know what to do concerning the turns or peace, perhaps someone with more experience in roleplaying can give advice?)



Good to hear. Perhaps there is some hope for you yet.




---As Jingo is talking---

*eyes narrow on the Ambassador*

Interesting. Go on.



*turns eyes towards the mutant, then sharply turns them away again, a faint hint of disgust is apparent on face*



*takes a deep thoughtful sip of his tea, eyes closed in contemplation*



*eyes open sharply and sets cup down*

I will always carry myself as soldier of the Enclave of the United States and will always consider myself one, that will never change, Ambassador.



Careful Ambassador, we of the Enclave register those men and women as citizens of the United States, based on their upbringing in an Enclave administered Vault.

*turns to Stonewall with a look of complete sincerity*

I assure you, compatriot, that would never happen.

*turns back to Ambassador Jingo*

While your statements concerning my view of the Legion are correct. You are wrong concerning my belief in what House can accomplish. Rest assured, if it were between him and Richardson. There would be no doubt in my mind who I'd side with. At a word from my former President, I would have killed House myself.

*gives a slight smirk*

But that is no longer the case. The Enclave has fallen, we can no longer assume to take on the mantle of responsibility which concerns us with the rebuilding of the world to its pre-war state. The long and short of it is that we've failed.

*nods at Ambassador Mieux*

Thus I turn to men like House. Someone who has vision and understands what needs to be done for this world to be rebuilt, for the horrors of the wasteland to end. There is no other individual like him in the world right now. He was there before the war, he led one of the largest corporations in the world, he's a brilliant man, and I'll toss in my support to him.



An interesting way of putting it ambassador. This meeting continues to amuse me.

Ambassador Lobotomite : The State of Utobitha

*Looks calmly at Moe's body

Tabitha won't be happy about that.

*Looks straight into the eyes of Jingoism

Do you know why Tabitha chose me for this mission? She needed a nightkin that could talk to humans, a nightkin that could defend itself, a nightkin that could properly represent the State of Utobitha...she also stated quite clearly to me, which admittedly is rare, that my life is expendable...if another NCR Trooper enters this room I will remove your head. This isn't a threat, merely a guarantee.

*Turns to Brontus and Mieux

I have thought about both of your prposals and have come to a decision. Neither of you respect me, neither of you will ever see me as an equal. I am fine with this, I personally don't see any of you as equals. Both of you seem to have an ample supply of Stealth Boys so I now have to weigh the choices, the Battle Cattle know only destruction and while this would normally be fine with me, the House knows technology. The House may even know some secrets on how to make Stealth Boys or even on how to remove the pain we Nightkin constantly feel. I have chosen to advise Tabitha to ally the State of Utobitha with the House...don't disappoint us Ambassador Mieux.

ooc- Yeah we need people on this thread that have experience properly role playing...I'll pm some people who've been in some of the rp threads before see if they are interested. If it was even half as fun as the exchange that just occured we've got to get this rp ball rolling.

Ambassador Jingo- NCR


Everything you were saying was sounding about right until you got to this part, bud. See just a few moments ago I recalled you speaking about your willingness to work with the Legion. But that aside something more fundamental isn't right about this. Sure House isn't a mutant but that's not my problem either. No it's the fact House is finished and we all know it. I could understand if his robots were worth their salt but i honestly think a group of mutants like Moe there could stand their ground against those pathetic things. Further I'm a man of my word and you can rest assured the Dam will be gone as we know it by tomorrow, so it's not as if he'll have the ability to start any sort of industry. The Fiends will have overrun Westside within a few days of our forces relocating here and all forms of trade between House and the NCR are over, meaning Vegas will strave within a few months. So tell me, are you willing to create a nation with House made up of mutant savage tribals? The very ones you hate? Are you truly telling me you are willing to help those said mutants if it means keeping House in power? To be honest I think your [censored]ting us. Now that I think of it, your probably dying at the very thought of having to deal with a degenerate mutant like Ambassador Mieux.

Sir, you claim to represent the Enclave, represent the purity of the human race, so prove it. Call Mieux a dirty [censored] mutant that you truly believe in your heart of hearts he is. Tell him how if things were different you would easily kill him...or worse. Tell him about how you fought so hard all of those years ago to ensure that he would die. And then tell him once again that you are truly on his side.

*Looks back at Ambassador Lobotomite
You want to talk about guaranettes? Let's talk about some guaranettes. If you ever again in your mutant life speak to me, look at me, or even try to reference me, I will rip your [censored] tonuge out of your mouth and force feed it to you. I havn't forgotten your murder of 2 Rangers, and while your in my Camp I'll do whatever the hell I want. So...

*Turns towards the door

Boy get in here!

*A ranger enters the room.

The ball is in your court mutant. Show us how savage you are. Remind us why we should kill your people. Keep us all aware of your savage nature, and lack of self control. All the more the reason I'll look the other way when the Legion or Enclave attack your forces. All the more reason I'll love sending us all to high hell if you even so much as think of getting out of that chair and attacking me. So mutant, prove to us your reckless abandon for dipolmacy, take my [censored] head.

*Jingo puts his head on the table and pulls out his revolver letting it sit at equal height to his forehead.

ooc- In the result of a nuclear explosion because of what happens in the next few post, let's pretend Jingo didn't just do this.

Ambassador Mieux- New Vegas

*Takes a calm sip of tea and said calmly and politely*

I'm sorry you feel this way Ambassador. However, I do have one final bargaining chip.

*Spryly throws himself upon Ambassador Jingo and holds him at a human shield position, Mieux's back against the wall. He pulls a pistol out and pulls back the hammer, holding it to Jingo's head.*

*His voice still remaining calm and collected* You there Ranger, lower your weapon if you'd please. I have no quarrels with you. As for you Jingo, you order your men to shoot me, or you try to flip my hand, either my finger pulls the trigger, or the hammer hits the chamber and you'll lose conciousness of life forever. Understand, I do this as an act of love, not hate. Unlike your insanity and mad raving, I see a bright future for an NCR/New Vegas collaboration. You help us take that Chip, and NCR will have an ally unlike any you've seen. I don't care if you like me, or House. But think of your people, you kill off House, me, and everything else we've worked for, and NCR has nothing but sand and old buildings, same as any other Post-war city. You see, this gun at your temple, it is not a threat on your life, it is the clarity you've never had. NCR's government is corrupt, bloated. Good people like the Super Mutants and ghouls and Enclave, all pushed out because of NCR's bigotry. Have you not seen what I've done? I've convinced Enclave remnants and super mutants to worth with us. It's because unlike you. I can see the good in people, their helpfulness as equals, not pieces of land to be swallowed and taxed until they can't afford to eat. So now you have a choice, NCR works WITH New Vegas and NCR flourishes in a new age technologic renaissance that makes NCR's position as the ultimate powerhouse in the Wastes reputed, or you die here, and with your death, the chain that NCR is struggling to hold onto snaps and we all burn in the lava. Tell me, are you willing to let yourself die just to NCR collapse because you dont like that NCR can't hold have one single tiny region? There's far more territory your people can march upon another day. You let yourself die, and NCR will refuse to help us, the Legion stomps across the Dam, and NCR is slowly but steadily reduced to little more than Shady Sands, and it, like New Canaan, will crumble under the boot of the Legion. NCR takes over New Vegas? Kimball's head keeps getting bigger and the Legion will retreat, only to come back for you eventually and then NCR WILL crumble. Face it, as much as you fail to realize it. NCR needs us just as much as we need NCR.

Andonicus: Enclave Remnants

*quickly but calmly stands up as his chair falls down behind him, face emites a display of utter surpise at Mieux's actions*

*places a hand on his plasma pistol*

*Outstretches his other hand towards Mieux and Jingo*

Ambassador.....lets not do anything hasty now.....

We aren't entirely sure that Jingo was bluffing about the bomb he's planted....nor do we understand its triggering mechanism if it does indeed exist.

(Also, I think http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=qLxCOIAkbyQ should be the official theme song for this particular moment. B) )

Ambassador Lobotomite : The State of Utobitha

*Still sitting in his chair, looks at Mieux, to Andronicus, then straight into Jingoisms eyes

(Starts laughing to himself in a deep rumble)Hehehehehehe

Ambassador Jingo- NCR

*Jingo looks around the room and then looks at the desk

Awhh damn it, my whiskey is on the table boy, one second. O and Mieux? Never let the person your taking hostage put one of their legs behind you

*Jingo opens his left arm across Mieuxs chest sending him into the wall, Jingo then goes to the table, get's his bottle of whiskey and drinks it straight from it. After a moment or two the bottle is empty, Jingo strides back over to Mieux, picks him up and reenters the same human sheild position from before, readjusting Mieux's pistol right against the side of his head.

Sorry about that Mieux but no one stops me from drinking whiskey, so now have you learned? If your going to take me hostage you should at least do it right, Lord knows I was hoping some [censored] like this would happen against a real oppenent but I suppose you'll have to do.

*Jingo looks at the Ranger
Go vacate the Camp, I have a feeling it's almost time to use old Betsy.

*Jingo then turns to Lt. Androcious
Lt. I believe this is a perfect time to inform Mieux here your true opnion of him.

OOC: You do realize you just let yourself get shot in the temple right? The way the scenario was set up was that if you tried ANYTHING the gun was pretty much a deadman switch and would fire if you nudged my hand in the slightest. >_>

Meh an ambassador can't die during the meetings so as Lt. Androcious put it, we must then use "creative writing" because otherwise this whole thread just turns into "bang bang your dead I win the Mojave".

So that puts your bomb idea out of commission?

And that means you'll have to do more creative writing than a Jamesbondesque escape, like writing a more diplomatic response >_>

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCbfMkh940Q

Suddenly I'm hearing the WTF-Boom meme in my head. :cryvaultboy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGE_h4jBBXc#t=1m23s

Ambassador Stonewall; Boomers

If everyone will calm down and kill less of the NCR Rangers, then we may once again be able to begin negotiations.

NCR: You have become overly hostile to everyone here. You asked us to come here, so CALM THE [censored] DOWN!

Remnants: If you hate some members at the table, you may express yourself. But Mr House, apart from the Boomers and the Remnants, is the only pure human in the Mojave. Plus he has a vision and tech. To me he seems like a good person to have at your side.

The Strip: As the NCR are vacating McCarran Aiport, some Boomers would like to move in to help protect the strip. Wewill be better suited to this than the NCr ever was, due to our training.

Fiends: When your Ambassador has arrived, you should come to us, and we might be able to help with suppling Chems.

Black Mountain: We have never encountered mutants before, but so far you are not giving off a good impression.

Legion: Stop threatening to kill everyone and we may be able to move forward.

Great Khans: You have slept in for a long while, now it is time to get up and start acting the Ambassador.

OOC: If you are reading this and you do not have a faction, please go back to page one, and pick one. There are many still left unfilled.

And if I missed you I am sorry.

Where is the Republic of Dave?

Not in the Mojave.