Mr Zoat
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18th May 2284
07:01 GMT -6
Where do you hold a major diplomatic reception in the wasteland?
Convention centres haven't exactly been anyone's priority for restoration. Heck, there are only a few places that have functioning hotels, and those are more like rest stops for travellers rather than destinations in and of themselves. New Reno used to have actual hotels, mostly catering to the wealthy of Redding, but Anderson destroyed most of those and… Made the rest unappealing for their former clientele.
A few of the N.C.R.'s cities could have handled it, but it would have required them to build a single-purpose structure from scratch. Shady Sands could have managed by kicking an entire government department out of their offices for a few weeks, but that was obviously impractical.
Dallas? Rusk is a hardcore fiscal conservative and wouldn't use his limited tax-raising powers to splash out on something like that. Austin? We're still pulling bits of Cerberus out of the sewers. Denver? Still half-rubble. Gloria? We'd have to kick their parliament (sorry, Chamber of Deputies) out of their accustomed residence, so that was a non-starter.
President Vialla offered to host it at his mansion, but I felt that didn't quite have the right… Tone. Reynosa doesn't have the facilities, though Santa Anna did agree to send an observer to the actual meeting. Vault City doesn't have the room, and their society might well collapse if their indentured servants were exposed to that much of the rest of the world. New Canaan? No. Area 51? No. Phoenix is one big N.C.R. military base, Paradise is a nature reserve, New Demon City is far too far out of the way…
Fortunately, Mr. House was willing to volunteer. Yes, we had to bring in a load of builders from across the N.C.R. -including their military engineers- but it was faster to bring one of New Vegas's convention centres and the associated hotel back into working order than to build something new.
And if that isn't a metaphor for this whole thing…
I walk into the canteen-. Sorry, restaurant, and look around. Most of the actual formal dining is being handled by the Ultra-Luxe, and the Vegas strip actually has a plethora of other restaurants if anyone feels like eating elsewhere. Mr. House has been taking advantage of his improved relationship with the Boomers to have airships from Eagle Rock fly in a far wider variety of foods than are usually available, and an advertising campaign across the N.C.R. has resulted in the diplomatic parties and their aides being joined by all manner of the great and the good who want to be able to say that they were there when history was made.
But either they're not morning people, or they're not morning people here. The only people in this restaurant at the moment are a few lower level functionaries and Douglas Granite, who waves his right hand in my direction when he spots me. I raise my own in greeting before hitting the breakfast bar…
It looks almost exactly like the one at the hotel I stayed at that one time for the U.K. Magic: the Gathering judges' conference. Diana's pretty much the only source for the fruit, but she earnestly wants this to succeed and she's pulling out all the stops and harvesting all the exotic fruit she had available. Vegetables and meat mostly come from the N.C.R. via the monorail or 'Utah' via brahmin caravan, though I think some of the more perishable stuff was grown by my own people. Potatoes are actually grown locally, and I was pleased to discover that they're essentially unaffected by two hundred years of heightened radiation exposure.
Unlike the poor apple…
But! Busy day planned, and I'm a midget super mutant so I can handle a few extra calories. Bacon, toast and a bowl of porridge-.
Cazador honey? Is that a real thing? I… Think it's a brand name, but I think I'll… Skip it.
And a glass of milk, because we won't be getting orange juice for a decade or so. The trees are planted and growing, but they're a way off fruiting.
Breakfast assembled, I pick up my tray and head over to Douglas's table, levitating out a seat opposite him and sitting down.
"Are your bodyguards sleeping in?"
"No. I sent them out to… Deal with something."
I nod. "Can you tell me what it is?"
"There's a pre-War bunker in the Mojave that… We had listed as a possible local base of operations when we-. If we ever started working in Nevada. I wanna see if anyone used it as a fallback point. And it's not like I really need a bodyguard in a place like this."
"And you plan to offer them a place in New Demon City?"
"I dunno. If they've been doing their own thing for this long, I doubt they'll want it. Maybe just put them in contact with old friends. Plus, I… I kinda wanted 'em outta the way for today's big speech."
Ah. Yes. The N.C.R. managed to persuade Senator Chitsa of Arroyo to do the opening address. Understandable that Douglas thought it would be best to have former Enclave soldiers somewhere else when that happened. They probably wouldn't be tempted to do something regrettable to the woman who blew up the Poseidon Oil Rig...
I'll have to make sure that Marcus and Goris know that she's here.
But why take the risk?
"And… You're alright about her being here?"
He sighs, staring at the table. "No. Not really. I-I don't really know how I should feel about it."
I nod sympathetically. "I understand. Even knowing that releasing Curling Thirteen would be an act of unparalleled evil,-"
"She's my Mom."
"-you-."
I blink.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"The way Dad explained it to me, he was on guard duty when that… Whole thing happened. Horrigan wasn't just waiting for her, he was holding up the evacuation for everyone. So Dad… And his squad, helped her out."
"With killing Frank Horrigan?"
"Yeah. The guy was a psychotic super mutant in power armour. And then there was only one ship off the rig, so there was a handful of… 'Rig workers' at one end and a whole load of surviving prisoners at the other. And with… 'Rig Leadership' in a state of chaos… And with her vouching for Dad's squad for helping her out, and him… Kinda having the bottom cut out of his whole world… One thing led to another… By which I mean me."
"So he..? Moved to Arroyo? Or-."
"Surviving senior leadership made it to the Navarro military base. And eventually they got a message out. Dad and his people were headed that way when the Brotherhood and N.C.R. overran it. Met up with some survivors of that, and… Founded Granite Company."
He shrugs, looking away.
"They operated out of a place called 'Eureka' for a while, but with how they were moving around it wasn't any place to bring up a kid. Dad got me into a… 'Friendly' vault, where I grew up."
"How old were you?"
"I dunno. About a year old, maybe? Left the vault when I was fourteen. By then Granite Company had moved to New Reno. Dad trained me as an officer, we got to know each other… But I didn't see Mom."
"So you wouldn't recognise each other?"
He gives his head a small shake. "Dad had a picture, so I know what she looked like. And she wrote a book about the whole thing… N.C.R. press puts her picture on the back cover. I don't think she knows what I look like. I mean, I look kinda like Dad, but not so much like that we'd look the same to someone who hadn't seen him for over thirty years. I've actually got half brothers and sisters I've never met."
"Any other family on your father's side?"
"One uncle. Between the N.C.R. and the Brotherhood… On both sides of the country... Not exactly a good time to be… On our side."
I nod. "Do you want me to make an introduction? Hang around?"
"I…" Breath hisses through his teeth. "I think I'd… Appreciate that. I should be able to handle this. We don't know each other at all, so it's not-." He huffs. "Hell, I don't know. I could have gone see her when we were in New Reno. I could have gone to Arroyo instead of down to Area Fifty One. Guess I just built it up in my mind."
"I think meeting up with the mother you haven't seen for over thirty years is a fairly big deal. When do you want me to set up the meeting?"
07:01 GMT -6
Where do you hold a major diplomatic reception in the wasteland?
Convention centres haven't exactly been anyone's priority for restoration. Heck, there are only a few places that have functioning hotels, and those are more like rest stops for travellers rather than destinations in and of themselves. New Reno used to have actual hotels, mostly catering to the wealthy of Redding, but Anderson destroyed most of those and… Made the rest unappealing for their former clientele.
A few of the N.C.R.'s cities could have handled it, but it would have required them to build a single-purpose structure from scratch. Shady Sands could have managed by kicking an entire government department out of their offices for a few weeks, but that was obviously impractical.
Dallas? Rusk is a hardcore fiscal conservative and wouldn't use his limited tax-raising powers to splash out on something like that. Austin? We're still pulling bits of Cerberus out of the sewers. Denver? Still half-rubble. Gloria? We'd have to kick their parliament (sorry, Chamber of Deputies) out of their accustomed residence, so that was a non-starter.
President Vialla offered to host it at his mansion, but I felt that didn't quite have the right… Tone. Reynosa doesn't have the facilities, though Santa Anna did agree to send an observer to the actual meeting. Vault City doesn't have the room, and their society might well collapse if their indentured servants were exposed to that much of the rest of the world. New Canaan? No. Area 51? No. Phoenix is one big N.C.R. military base, Paradise is a nature reserve, New Demon City is far too far out of the way…
Fortunately, Mr. House was willing to volunteer. Yes, we had to bring in a load of builders from across the N.C.R. -including their military engineers- but it was faster to bring one of New Vegas's convention centres and the associated hotel back into working order than to build something new.
And if that isn't a metaphor for this whole thing…
I walk into the canteen-. Sorry, restaurant, and look around. Most of the actual formal dining is being handled by the Ultra-Luxe, and the Vegas strip actually has a plethora of other restaurants if anyone feels like eating elsewhere. Mr. House has been taking advantage of his improved relationship with the Boomers to have airships from Eagle Rock fly in a far wider variety of foods than are usually available, and an advertising campaign across the N.C.R. has resulted in the diplomatic parties and their aides being joined by all manner of the great and the good who want to be able to say that they were there when history was made.
But either they're not morning people, or they're not morning people here. The only people in this restaurant at the moment are a few lower level functionaries and Douglas Granite, who waves his right hand in my direction when he spots me. I raise my own in greeting before hitting the breakfast bar…
It looks almost exactly like the one at the hotel I stayed at that one time for the U.K. Magic: the Gathering judges' conference. Diana's pretty much the only source for the fruit, but she earnestly wants this to succeed and she's pulling out all the stops and harvesting all the exotic fruit she had available. Vegetables and meat mostly come from the N.C.R. via the monorail or 'Utah' via brahmin caravan, though I think some of the more perishable stuff was grown by my own people. Potatoes are actually grown locally, and I was pleased to discover that they're essentially unaffected by two hundred years of heightened radiation exposure.
Unlike the poor apple…
But! Busy day planned, and I'm a midget super mutant so I can handle a few extra calories. Bacon, toast and a bowl of porridge-.
Cazador honey? Is that a real thing? I… Think it's a brand name, but I think I'll… Skip it.
And a glass of milk, because we won't be getting orange juice for a decade or so. The trees are planted and growing, but they're a way off fruiting.
Breakfast assembled, I pick up my tray and head over to Douglas's table, levitating out a seat opposite him and sitting down.
"Are your bodyguards sleeping in?"
"No. I sent them out to… Deal with something."
I nod. "Can you tell me what it is?"
"There's a pre-War bunker in the Mojave that… We had listed as a possible local base of operations when we-. If we ever started working in Nevada. I wanna see if anyone used it as a fallback point. And it's not like I really need a bodyguard in a place like this."
"And you plan to offer them a place in New Demon City?"
"I dunno. If they've been doing their own thing for this long, I doubt they'll want it. Maybe just put them in contact with old friends. Plus, I… I kinda wanted 'em outta the way for today's big speech."
Ah. Yes. The N.C.R. managed to persuade Senator Chitsa of Arroyo to do the opening address. Understandable that Douglas thought it would be best to have former Enclave soldiers somewhere else when that happened. They probably wouldn't be tempted to do something regrettable to the woman who blew up the Poseidon Oil Rig...
I'll have to make sure that Marcus and Goris know that she's here.
But why take the risk?
"And… You're alright about her being here?"
He sighs, staring at the table. "No. Not really. I-I don't really know how I should feel about it."
I nod sympathetically. "I understand. Even knowing that releasing Curling Thirteen would be an act of unparalleled evil,-"
"She's my Mom."
"-you-."
I blink.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"The way Dad explained it to me, he was on guard duty when that… Whole thing happened. Horrigan wasn't just waiting for her, he was holding up the evacuation for everyone. So Dad… And his squad, helped her out."
"With killing Frank Horrigan?"
"Yeah. The guy was a psychotic super mutant in power armour. And then there was only one ship off the rig, so there was a handful of… 'Rig workers' at one end and a whole load of surviving prisoners at the other. And with… 'Rig Leadership' in a state of chaos… And with her vouching for Dad's squad for helping her out, and him… Kinda having the bottom cut out of his whole world… One thing led to another… By which I mean me."
"So he..? Moved to Arroyo? Or-."
"Surviving senior leadership made it to the Navarro military base. And eventually they got a message out. Dad and his people were headed that way when the Brotherhood and N.C.R. overran it. Met up with some survivors of that, and… Founded Granite Company."
He shrugs, looking away.
"They operated out of a place called 'Eureka' for a while, but with how they were moving around it wasn't any place to bring up a kid. Dad got me into a… 'Friendly' vault, where I grew up."
"How old were you?"
"I dunno. About a year old, maybe? Left the vault when I was fourteen. By then Granite Company had moved to New Reno. Dad trained me as an officer, we got to know each other… But I didn't see Mom."
"So you wouldn't recognise each other?"
He gives his head a small shake. "Dad had a picture, so I know what she looked like. And she wrote a book about the whole thing… N.C.R. press puts her picture on the back cover. I don't think she knows what I look like. I mean, I look kinda like Dad, but not so much like that we'd look the same to someone who hadn't seen him for over thirty years. I've actually got half brothers and sisters I've never met."
"Any other family on your father's side?"
"One uncle. Between the N.C.R. and the Brotherhood… On both sides of the country... Not exactly a good time to be… On our side."
I nod. "Do you want me to make an introduction? Hang around?"
"I…" Breath hisses through his teeth. "I think I'd… Appreciate that. I should be able to handle this. We don't know each other at all, so it's not-." He huffs. "Hell, I don't know. I could have gone see her when we were in New Reno. I could have gone to Arroyo instead of down to Area Fifty One. Guess I just built it up in my mind."
"I think meeting up with the mother you haven't seen for over thirty years is a fairly big deal. When do you want me to set up the meeting?"
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