President Winter - NCR
The president smiles at Dr Swift " Alice " he says warmly "How nice to see you again" he prepares to be examined when Travel and a young woman from the ECBOS enters he smiles " How is the rest of Beautiful America" he gives a charming smile and waits for a proposal of some form.

"President Winter, nice to make your acquaintance, I am Sentinel Lyons of ECBOS, Daughter of Elder Lyons and Commander of Lyon's Pride. The Capital wasteland is as the name suggests, desolate and ravaged"

President Winter - NCR
The president smiles warmly "Charmed To make your acquaintance Sentinel Lyons" He winks like a father would to their child before continuing " The New Californian Republic would be honoured to help bring stability to the capital wasteland, throw me an offer and I will make sure to honour it in some shape or format maybe even surpass your expectations of what the NCR can do" he chuckles before turning to face Dr Swift "You were about to examine my lungs Alice" he reminds her with a small grin visible.

Dr. Alice Swift - FoA Leader


Alice turned her attention back to President Winter. She leaned forward, so she could have a private word with the man, she had come to respect and adore, like a father figure.

"Mr. President, maybe we should wait until we call for a lunch break. I will then take you to my private office in the hospital, for a thorough examination," she said quietly and then nodded towards Traven. "We don't want to give your opposition any ammunition," she added with a wink. She straightened up and reached for a glass, a bottle of water and poured a drink for the President.

"Please drink some water and let me know if you are in any kind of pain," she said and laid her hand on his arm for a brief moment.

President Winter-NCR
The President nods in agreement, and takes Alice's hand "don't worry about me my dear" he smiles before patting her on her hand and letting go, he turns to High Inquisitor Traven "How is the Midwest and Lord General Supreme Commander Emporer Bonkers Barnaky Ruler of. all mankind and cheese" he finishes with a small cough before reaching for a fresh pear and peels the skin before munching lazily on it "I prefer Banana Sundaes with whipped strawberry cream and Vanilla custard" he comments before reaching for an apple and begins peeling that as well.

OOC: LOL wut? I thought the President was suffering from a Lung disease, not a brain tumor...

High Inquisitor Traven- Midwest Brotherhood of Steel

*Traven's face contorts in digust*

"Inane rambling old fool. Your affliction is evidence of the sins of you and your people."

Dr. Alice Swift - FoA Leader

She exchanged a look full of concern with one of the Rangers, who stood behind the President and slowly shook her head, as the Ranger made a move to step forward. Instead, she took a seat next to President Winter. "Sir, if you are not well, maybe one of your aides could sit in for you," she suggested softly.

Then she turned to Traven, "High Inquisitor, I ask you to remain civil. President Winter is ill and doesn't need to hear any ramblings about sins," she chided Traven, but not in an unkind way, no her voice was free of disgust. Right now, she was only concerned about the worsening condition of the President.

High Inquisitor Traven- Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel

"Hold your tongue witch, I won't be asked anything from the likes of you."

Horatio Duke- WCBoS

*Duke walks into the conference hall wearing leopard print pajamas, comvat boots, his dog tags dangling around his neck. Hair messy, he ignores everyone, mumbles "Hey Alice" and opens the fridge. "Med-x...med-x" he says, digging around in the fridge. "Ahhh ," he pulls out a syringe and injects himself, then stretches and grunts loudly. Digging back into the fridge, he pulls out an apple and takes a bite, turning around he looks at Alice.

"Hey Alice, you're up early. Ugg that Red Lucy. Went hunting for deathclaws yesterday, came back here for the after party..My God some of your Folliwers can drink! Oh, and don't go into room 6. Total mess..."

*Duke pauses, and seems to notice President Winters, then jerks his head back as he sees Traven. Duke slowly looks back to Swift

"Erm...conference is today? Uhh SCRIBE GREY...Scribe Grey!" He shouts.

In saunters Red Lucy, followed by a rather hung over Scribe Grey. Red Lucy walk over and takes the apple from Duke's hand. "You are a very good hunter", she says, biting the apple, she turns, waves to the convention, and walks out.

"Erm..Grey, look...the convention," Duke says. "Sit down..take notes...I will be right back."

Duke quickly exits the room, as Scribe Grey sits. Then stands back up, smiling at Alice, "I better make some coffee," she said, as she walks to the counter and begins to brew a pot, opening the fridge to search for a med-x for herself.

10 minutes later Duke walks back into the conference room, wearing his BoS combat armor and dark grey duster. Dried blood is on the front of the armor, Duke points to it and says, "Not mine. Deathclaw," as he sits down, and whistles.

Hunter comes bounding into the room and sits and whines next to Duke. Duke reaches into his pocket and pulls out a large portion of grilled meat on a stick. Tears off a piece and tosses it for Hunter to catch, then a piece for himself. "Grilled Deathclaw marinated in chipotle..delicious," he says. "Anyone?," Duke tears off a piece and offers it to Alice, "It is the yum," he says, and smiles.

Scribe Grey places a cup of coffee in front if him and takes her seat.

Dr. Alice Swift - FoA Leader

Alice was about to reply to Traven's remark when Horatio walked in, wearing his pajama bottoms. Her mouth dropped and she could only stare at the flurry of activity.

When Red Lucy walked in, Alice simply nodded a greeting "Red Lucy," and the woman was gone again.

"Scribe Grey," another nod

"Horatio..." a double nod, one to the man, one to the pants.

When he finally re-appeared properly dressed, she looked at him and just shook her head, rolled her eyes and grinned.

"Never a dull moment with you around, Horatio," she said. "And I reminded you just two days ago... oh grilled deathclaw," she called out and took a piece. Once she chewed and swallowed the piece, she remembered Traven's comment.

"Well, my dear High Inquisitor, seeing that you are my guest and I am hosting this meeting, I believe you will have no other choice, but to speak and to listen to me, whether you like it or not," she said with a smile, and thought *you dried old fart*

OOC: LOL this convention is off to a good start! hahahahaha It's a circus!

Horatio Duke- WCBoS

*Duke chewed on his piece of grilled Deathclaw, swallowed, and said "Ah yes..well, who can pass up a last minute impromptu Deathclaw hunt? And I didn't know one of the Followers turned med lab 7 into, uhh, his own home brew testing area. Uhh, simply had to try out his concoction. Potent, if I do say."

*Duke nods at Winters and Traven.

*Duke looks around the table, sees Sarah Lyons and stands, walking over to shake her hand.

"Hello, Don't believe we have met. Horatio Duke, Elder, Brotherhood of Steel," he says while extending his hand. "Would you like some deathclaw? Very tasty".

Sentinel Sarah Lyons of the East Coast Brotherhood of Steel

She chuckles at President Winter's comments, and thinks to herself this is going to be an interesting event. She is amused at the comment Traven makes, and her father was right he is quit whimsical in his comments, but knows he is not someone to be trifled with.

She shakes the Elders hand and replies "Hello Elder Duke, you make quite an entrance. Unfortunately Deathclaw is not part of my diet at this time, trying to cut back. I am Sentinel Lyons of the ECBOS daughter of Elder Lyons, Commander of Lyon's Pride."

Horatio Duke- WCBoS

*Duke smiles.

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know, and a pleasure to meet you."

*Duke turns to Traven

"I would offer you some, Traven, but the rumor is you only dine on pig rat." Duke sits back down. "By the way, those Mutants died. However, autopsy revealed something...rather nasty and vile. No need to tell you, I am confident you know all about it."

*Duke turns to Scribe Grey. "Please give Alice a copy of the autopsy report with full toxicology findings."

Scribe Grey hands a holodisc to Alice.

*Duke looks back to Sarah Lyons, "How goes our eastern Brothers?"

High Inquisitor Traven- Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel

*Traven feigns mock ignorance, clearly understanding what Duke is talking about and having anticipated this*

"Oh dear.....what a shame Duke, but what pray-tell could have caused this? I do hope the good doctor does find a satisfactory answer."

*Traven Shrugs*

"No doubt the creatures were struck down for their sins. Such is the way it should be.*

Dr. Alice Swift - FoA Leader

Alice takes the holodisc and studies the results. Her eyes grow wide, when she realizes how these Mutants must have suffered. She looked at Traven and shook her head.

"Nasty and vile is right, Horation," she said, but never took her eyes off Traven. "I can't believe you would stoop so low, just to do what? Spy on your competition? How many of the slaves we took off your hands are infected with a highly degenerative substance? How many more must suffer before you are satisfied? And to what end, I ask you?" Alice placed the holodisc onto the table in front of her and shook her head sadly.

Miffed at the laid back behavior of the Elder and his question of the the state of the ECBOS, Sarah stands up and snapped back at the Elder, "I know we are at a peace conference Elder but your chapter of the Brotherhood turned it's back on us a long time ago. We were left to fend for ourselves during this last war with no aid from anyone except the Followers. Our lands have been left in disarray and had it not been for the rock bangers, err wastelanders, we would have fallen."

She sits back down, and realizes what she has just said, and regrets having said so, but it felt good saying what was on her mind. She clearly was not the diplomat her father was, she lacked the same finesse he had. "I'm sorry Elder Duke, I regret having just said that"

Hearing at what Alice and Traven regarding mutant autopsy and experimentation, she replies "the only good super mutant is mutant with a bullet to its head"

Dr. Alice Swift - FoA Leader

Alice's turned to Sarah and almost snapped at her as well for her careless comment, her face softened though and she said, "It must be difficult to live in D.C. Your Brotherhood has accomplished much though and you should be proud of it. I don't blame you that you want to see every Super Mutant's head on a pike, but trust me, we shouldn't judge them all so harshly. There are several Mutants who have found refuge here in the Mojave. Some are remnants from the original Master's army, some have made the long journey from D.C. All they wish for is to live their live in peace. Remember, they never asked to become mutants. It was the greed of men that turned them into the creatures they are," Alice said.

OOC: I'll do a proper house Bio later but basicallly they control vegas, have High tch and have 5000 strong army of secuirtion, several Boomber Bombers along with a small army of humans & Mutants equipped with high tech OWB weaponary.

they control the smallest amount of territory (not including the Follower) and took the least amount of damge during the war, with House having repaired most of it aready.

Gifften- Vegas

Sam enters the hospital, he is weaing a Dark blue suit with a bullet vest and a high-tech Visor over his Left eye. With him are two Secuirtion robots. Sam sit down at his Chair.

"Sorry I'm a bit late, got held up with the Crouier."



I am curious, do tell what "Sins" these Mutants have committed....


Could we get a copy of that Autopsy?

Dr. Alice Swift - FoA Leader

She slides the holodisc over to Mr. Gifften. "Good to see you again, Sam," Alice said with a smile and nods toward the disc. "Sure, here's the holodisc, you are welcome to make a copy and show it to Mr. House," she said.

Horatio Duke- WCBoS

*Duke is taken aback by Sarah Lyons verbal assault, but he remains calm.

"Sentinel Lyons, we had no way of reaching the east, as we were in conflict with three factions. Not only did we lack the means to send troops east, but we had to defend ourselves. Even if in a time of peace, had we been able to send troops East, it would have taken close to a year to arrive."

*Duke pauses.

"You have my sympathy, but it has not been easy in the West. We did not turn our back on you, in fact I was a part of the mission to ensure young Maxson could escape to the East during the chaos of conflict with the NCR. I was Paladin at the time, and the child no doubt too young to remember this dangerous escape. I hope he is well."

*Duke sits down.

Horatio Duke- WCBoS

*Duke looks at Grifften

"Good to see you, Mr. Grifften. Just wanted you to know the cyberdogs have worked out well. They make excellent patrol dogs, and companions. If possible, I would like to order another 50 dogs."

*Duke turns to Sarah Lyons.

"In fact, I have a dog that would make a great companion for you, Sentinel, if you would like to return with one when you depart to the east. Let me know, and I will send someone to retrieve him for you."

OOC: I'm out people - be back tomorrow

"I'm sorry for the comment Elder, regardless long ago before the war the WCBOS stopped supplying and supporting our Chapter, not even any messages. The first time our people talked again was during the first Convention." When she heard the Maxson comment, she mutters to herself, "Yeah, of course I know him, he shot me"

When the Elder mentioned Cyberdogs, she questioningly looked at the Elder "What's a cyberdog?" mainly since the ECBOS has never seen such a creature nor a friendly dog aside from the dogmeat, who sometimes resided at the Citadel.

High Inquisitor Traven- Midwestern Brotherhood

*Traven turns to Griften and speaks in an authoritative voice*

They have committed the crime of genetic divergence. Super-mutants and to a lesser extent ghouls, are vile creatures which must be purged from our world, they have committed acts of aggression against pure-humanity in the past and are destructive, unholy abominations.


*Traven shifts his gaze to Sentinel Lyons*

Indeed, well said Ms. Lyons.


*Traven smiles*

Just the super-mutants my dear, for the ghouls, expulsion from Midwest lands is adequate enough as they are not worth the cost of using the chemical compound. Certainly not the trivial number sent to Elder Duke anyway. In the case of the mutants, however, I simply could not allow their freedom or risk their survival. There is no mercy allotted for those beasts.