Republics of Dust | Fallout RP | Alt-Timeline | IC

[The Traansval]

President Kendi: Hmph. Well Ma'am, you see here in the Republic of New York we have something called "Freedom of Speech and Press", something Washingtons never heard of. We don't censor the news, and we make sure actions of the Republic are known to all, so you can be sure our nation knows of this Treaty, question is, would yours?

Elizabeth sighed, loosening her posture. Grabbing a gold laced pen from one the pockets in her uniform.

"With an friendly attitude like yours, i hope you understand that we will not have the highest trust in the strength of this agreement."

She moved to sign the document, her signature elaborate and expressive. she gathered her copy and took a few steps back. I assume i can let myself out, mister president?

President Kendi: Yes. Oh, i'm afraid the elevators have malfunctioned, so you'll have to take the stairs, 20 flights. Good day madam, i must get back to running the Beacon of Democracy in the Wastes...

Kendi opened a side door of the room, showing briefly the oval office of the President of New York, a oak desk with the New York Crest on the floor and a semi-circular window behind the desk, white drapes covering them.

Kendi closed the door, and sat down at the desk. He hated this, he hated how these new nations appeared, and seemed to claim that Democracy was weak, that the only way to protect your people was to control them. New York was living proof that a nation in the Wasteland and protect both its citizens Lives and Freedoms. Washington was going to be a problem, they'd now know of New York's stance, and having two large ideologically different nations sharing a border was not a recipe for peace.

Good thing he set up those Commando's, they'd be mighty useful....

[The Traansval]

The Western Expedition of The Republic of New York, Polis Ranger Corp

The Polis Rangers had thanked the Taxmaspada Men for the silver coins, and continued down the road, mapping out the land o the former Midwest Commonwealth. They made their way south to indianapolis, then onto St. Louis Springfield. They continued down the Interstate 44, bypassing the city of Oklahoma City, and entered the territory of The Republic of Texas.

Now they sure didn't know they were in the territory of the largest nation in the wasteland, all they knew is that they were in the former state of Texas. They hooked onto the Interstate 35, and went straight south, to Dallas.

Boy oh boy, were they surprised to see a big thriving city where they thought they'd find a crater...

The expedition 8 men and women walked their horses to the gates, where they found guards looking cautiously at the armored group. Senior Ranger Ghost spoke in a attempt to defuse the situtation.

Senior Ranger Ghost: Uh, hello there Gentlemen, we seem to be lost, could you please inform me and my compatriots of where we might be?

[Tysklandia]

Elizabeth sighed, loosening her posture. Grabbing a gold laced pen from one the pockets in her uniform.

"With an friendly attitude like yours, i hope you understand that we will not have the highest trust in the strength of this agreement."

She moved to sign the document, her signature elaborate and expressive. she gathered her copy and took a few steps back. I assume i can let myself out, mister president?

President Kendi: Yes. Oh, i'm afraid the elevators have malfunctioned, so you'll have to take the stairs, 20 flights. Good day madam, i must get back to running the Beacon of Democracy in the Wastes...

Kendi opened a side door of the room, showing briefly the oval office of the President of New York, a oak desk with the New York Crest on the floor and a semi-circular window behind the desk, white drapes covering them.

Kendi closed the door, and sat down at the desk. He hated this, he hated how these new nations appeared, and seemed to claim that Democracy was weak, that the only way to protect your people was to control them. New York was living proof that a nation in the Wasteland and protect both its citizens Lives and Freedoms. Washington was going to be a problem, they'd now know of New York's stance, and having two large ideologically different nations sharing a border was not a recipe for peace.

Good thing he set up those Commando's, they'd be mighty useful....

Elisabeth walked out into the hallway, rejoined by her diplomatic party. She wasn't even angry. She was dumbfounded. Even tribals, who often saw women as items instead of people acted with more respect and dignity then this man. It made her wonder if this entire thing had been some sort of elaborate joke.

She explained the elevator predicament to her companions and moved towards the stairwel, silencing their outrage with a wave of her hand. As they made the long way down, Warner dumbed the NAP papers in some waste bin, uncaring if it was noticed or not. When her companions questioned it she answered, easily in ear shot of whoever was escorting them.

"Oh please, these people have no wish for peace. They want their paper to act as if they have the moral highground. If they had any intention of adhering to it, we would have been shown atleast the most basic signs of respect. This place reeks of every disease and illness of the old world and its politics, they want to play their games and throw insults and still expect to be feared and treated as equals or even masters amongst peers. It is pathetic and childish, I am afraid General Smith was right after all. This was a horrendous waste of time."

After a rather comical length of time going down the stairs, Elisabeth Warner refusing to tire herself out even the slightest bit, nor allowing the tremendous insult thrown at them to be visible on her face, she arrived in the lobby. She collected her pistol and waited for her escort to return her to the gates.

[Tysklandia]

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Do you have Washington pact papers on you ? Or is this your first visit?"

T6-77, with reflexes far superior to any human, snatched the bottle of water out of the air despite only seeing it out of the corner of his eye. He popped off the cap and began pouring it into the bowl while he spoke, and X6-88 remained quiet. "We're traders from up in Boston - headed down to Washington." He tossed the bottle onto the ground and began rooting through his satchel, pulling out a few crumbled papers and walking over to the soldier. "Here are our citizenship forms." He then looked to T6-88. "Rod, you got the manifest?"

"Yeah," he said, "gimme a sec." He began rooting through a pack on the Brahmin.

"We've been on a time crunch the last few days" T6-77 said to the soldier, "haven't been able to stop and rest as much as we'd like, and it's taken a toll on the old girl."

The soldier straightened his back, blinking twice when he saw the lightning quick reflexes of the man in front of him. Peculair man... He looked normal... Was it a mutation? He shook his head and sighed. He had been out here in this heat for hours. It must have gotten the better of him. He turned his horse and moved closer, accepting the citizenship forms with his unoccupied hand, reviewing them.

"Mmm... Seems fine at first glance. I am going to ask you to show me everything you are going to sell. I can compare it with your manifest. If you are halted by a patrol inside washington DC itself with contraband, you risk losing your entire caravan, so consider this a friendly warning.

Chems, drugs, chemicals are illigal to be transported without special permission, which you as first-time visitors will not have. The manifest, please?"

The man looked tired and terribly bored. His voice droned on as if he could barely manage to make himself say them. He had obviously been doing this for a while today and fatigue was getting the better of him.

[The Traansval]

President Kendi: Yes. Oh, i'm afraid the elevators have malfunctioned, so you'll have to take the stairs, 20 flights. Good day madam, i must get back to running the Beacon of Democracy in the Wastes...

Kendi opened a side door of the room, showing briefly the oval office of the President of New York, a oak desk with the New York Crest on the floor and a semi-circular window behind the desk, white drapes covering them.

Kendi closed the door, and sat down at the desk. He hated this, he hated how these new nations appeared, and seemed to claim that Democracy was weak, that the only way to protect your people was to control them. New York was living proof that a nation in the Wasteland and protect both its citizens Lives and Freedoms. Washington was going to be a problem, they'd now know of New York's stance, and having two large ideologically different nations sharing a border was not a recipe for peace.

Good thing he set up those Commando's, they'd be mighty useful....

Elisabeth walked out into the hallway, rejoined by her diplomatic party. She wasn't even angry. She was dumbfounded. Even tribals, who often saw women as items instead of people acted with more respect and dignity then this man. It made her wonder if this entire thing had been some sort of elaborate joke.

She explained the elevator predicament to her companions and moved towards the stairwel, silencing their outrage with a wave of her hand. As they made the long way down, Warner dumbed the NAP papers in some waste bin, uncaring if it was noticed or not. When her companions questioned it she answered, easily in ear shot of whoever was escorting them.

"Oh please, these people have no wish for peace. They want their paper to act as if they have the moral highground. If they had any intention of adhering to it, we would have been shown atleast the most basic signs of respect. This place reeks of every disease and illness of the old world and its politics, they want to play their games and throw insults and still expect to be feared and treated as equals or even masters amongst peers. It is pathetic and childish, I am afraid General Smith was right after all. This was a horrendous waste of time."

After a rather comical length of time going down the stairs, Elisabeth Warner refusing to tire herself out even the slightest bit, nor allowing the tremendous insult thrown at them to be visible on her face, she arrived in the lobby. She collected her pistol and waited for her escort to return her to the gates.

As Elisabeth and her delegation left, they were greeted by a couple of Polis Rangers that handed over the reins of their horses to them. Kendi wanted to play games with em, but was unwilling to take Washington Property, which he assumed the horses were.

However, there were many more Polis Rangers on the streets in front of metal barricades on the roads. Behind those barricades, were New York citizens yelling and holding signs. Their yelling only got louder as Elisabeth and her delegation came out. Many held up signs, calling Washington "The Fourth Reich" and in general protesting the Washington delegation.

An Apple Core flew out of the crowd, hitting Elisabeth in the face, a few people in the crowd calling her "Hitlers Whore"

The Polis Rangers, to their credit, were doing their best to hold back the crowd, and the man who threw the apple was quickly detained. The Ranger holding the reins spoke to Elisabeth

Polis Ranger: You best get out of town right quick Miss, 'for you get lynched.

[Alinora]

...

T6-77 shrugged. "We got mostly food supplies and a few spare arms to trade - the only chems you'll find are in the medical bag, and those are for emergencies, not for trade." T6-77 thought about the two Institute rifles that they had with the guns, but had an explanation if it came up in conversation. "You're welcome to look if you think it's necessary."

[Tysklandia]

Elisabeth walked out into the hallway, rejoined by her diplomatic party. She wasn't even angry. She was dumbfounded. Even tribals, who often saw women as items instead of people acted with more respect and dignity then this man. It made her wonder if this entire thing had been some sort of elaborate joke.

She explained the elevator predicament to her companions and moved towards the stairwel, silencing their outrage with a wave of her hand. As they made the long way down, Warner dumbed the NAP papers in some waste bin, uncaring if it was noticed or not. When her companions questioned it she answered, easily in ear shot of whoever was escorting them.

"Oh please, these people have no wish for peace. They want their paper to act as if they have the moral highground. If they had any intention of adhering to it, we would have been shown atleast the most basic signs of respect. This place reeks of every disease and illness of the old world and its politics, they want to play their games and throw insults and still expect to be feared and treated as equals or even masters amongst peers. It is pathetic and childish, I am afraid General Smith was right after all. This was a horrendous waste of time."

After a rather comical length of time going down the stairs, Elisabeth Warner refusing to tire herself out even the slightest bit, nor allowing the tremendous insult thrown at them to be visible on her face, she arrived in the lobby. She collected her pistol and waited for her escort to return her to the gates.

As Elisabeth and her delegation left, they were greeted by a couple of Polis Rangers that handed over the reins of their horses to them. Kendi wanted to play games with em, but was unwilling to take Washington Property, which he assumed the horses were.

However, there were many more Polis Rangers on the streets in front of metal barricades on the roads. Behind those barricades, were New York citizens yelling and holding signs. Their yelling only got louder as Elisabeth and her delegation came out. Many held up signs, calling Washington "The Fourth Reich" and in general protesting the Washington delegation.

An Apple Core flew out of the crowd, hitting Elisabeth in the face, a few people in the crowd calling her "Hitlers Whore"

The Polis Rangers, to their credit, were doing their best to hold back the crowd, and the man who threw the apple was quickly detained. The Ranger holding the reins spoke to Elisabeth

Polis Ranger: You best get out of town right quick Miss, 'for you get lynched.

The walk of shame towards the city gates was enough to break the calm that elisabeth had worked so hard to contain.

She had been ridiculed, shamed and laughed at, pelted at with food and rocks. She was more than furious, she had felt disdain for them by the actions of their president, but reserved judgement for its people, but now...? Now she hated the people, its ideals, its arrogance, its pitiful hatred towards the unknown. These fools not only hated her, but her people, but none of them had likely ever set food in a pact settlement in generations. This city... its people... They where a disease. A selfish, dumb, hateful people, a shining example of every disease and social mistake the old world had to offer.

As she left the gates, the dozen mounted soldiers of the 1st WSA cavalry battalion already at its gates, her horse and that of her aides ready to be mounted, she turned towards one of the guards, her uniform stained, her face bruised and filthy. He back was straight and her eyes shined with defiance.

"No matter what you tell yourself, we came here in peace. And you responded with this. If this is your democracy, then you can have it."

She didn't bother to hear his response, she mounted her horse and they rode to home. The news she would bring to the council would bring outrage and sparked hatred. rumors and news about the treatment of their diplomatic mission spread across the pact like a wildfire, no attempts by the ministry of propaganda could contain it. In the following weeks, New York trader caravans and visitors where exiled by public mobs, beaten and thrown out of the city gates like thieves and rats.
The efforts of the pact's security forces, military police and reservists where the only thing that avoided deaths and worse.

Knowing a lynching was only a matter of time, New York citizens and traders where barred from every entering pact territory outside of the trading posts in front of the baltimore ruins. Pact citizens and traders where given directives to not venture into New York territory, out of fear for their own safety.

[Tysklandia]

...

T6-77 shrugged. "We got mostly food supplies and a few spare arms to trade - the only chems you'll find are in the medical bag, and those are for emergencies, not for trade." T6-77 thought about the two Institute rifles that they had with the guns, but had an explanation if it came up in conversation. "You're welcome to look if you think it's necessary."

The soldier nodded, dismounting his horse and haphazardly shifting through the contents.

"I just want to avoid you losing your caravan because you missed something you deemed irrelevant. The council has been hammering down with their new import laws, but its our job to ensure we don't piss off every caravan and our trade bleeds out. Apologies I suppose, just doing my job."

He couldn't find anything worth of interest, but did mention he should declare the medicin at any other checkpoint they mind encounter, just incase.
As he mounted his horse, he looked towards his comrades, who where in a heated discussion with another small caravan. The yelling involved "mentats", medicine and drugs, so it was rather clear contraband had been found.

The soldier sighed, apparently not feeling up to joining his fellow soldiers in a shouting match.

"By the way, I have never seen rifles like those before. Some fancy laser rifle?"

[Halium]

Southern Mountaineer-New Yorker Border

John No-Bull held the reigns of his horse as he rode along the 87, riding purposely towards the New Yorkian border, whatever would greet them he hoped they could take.

It was a small party, having only had a small number of horses on hand had severely limited the choices John could make, in the end he took five people along with him.

They were:
Captain Sirso- A good man, who makes quick decisions after evaluating a situation, John fought along side him in Ticonderoga
Sergeant Billow- A strong man, who took no insults from anyone, but was a good shot, and better friend
Corporal Dunn- He was a great mapper, having mapped all of the Mountaineers new lands, and could scavenge and hunt well
Private Daho- An amazing shot, people say he once nailed a Boater from a mile away, also very stealthy
Private Mane- Good hunter, and was an all around good reactant to situations, you wanted a man to cover you, Mane was your guy

John's first test was passing the border between New York and the Mountaineers. Then off into the unknown.

[Alinora]

"By the way, I have never seen rifles like those before. Some fancy laser rifle?"

T6-77 figured that this was one area that he could be a tad honest in. "Ever hear of a group calling themselves 'The Institute'? You can find these relics all over the Commonwealth if you look hard enough - a reminder that those boogeymen are still around." He smiled as the brahmin began standing, and X6-88 began to lead it. "You have a good day now, sir."

[The Traansval]

Southern Mountaineer-New Yorker Border

John No-Bull held the reigns of his horse as he rode along the 87, riding purposely towards the New Yorkian border, whatever would greet them he hoped they could take.

It was a small party, having only had a small number of horses on hand had severely limited the choices John could make, in the end he took five people along with him.

They were:
Captain Sirso- A good man, who makes quick decisions after evaluating a situation, John fought along side him in Ticonderoga
Sergeant Billow- A strong man, who took no insults from anyone, but was a good shot, and better friend
Corporal Dunn- He was a great mapper, having mapped all of the Mountaineers new lands, and could scavenge and hunt well
Private Daho- An amazing shot, people say he once nailed a Boater from a mile away, also very stealthy
Private Mane- Good hunter, and was an all around good reactant to situations, you wanted a man to cover you, Mane was your guy

John's first test was passing the border between New York and the Mountaineers. Then off into the unknown.

Jim Bridger sat in the Brahmin Pen of the 87 Road Stop, a stop where Caravans travelling the 87 were stopped to be searched by NYRA Troopers. He'd had no luck down in Susquehanna, so him and his caravan had gone north, where they'd had much success selling goods to the Mountaineers, especially high quality Firearms and rad free food and water. He'd made a boat load of caps, but with all that wealth came a long wait at the checkpoint for them to search his caravan.

As he waited, he noticed a group of men on horse back come into the checkpoint, they weren't traders, more military types, and most of em wore Mountaineer Uniforms. Bridger decided to introduce himself.

Jim Bridger: Well howdy there fella's, fancy seeing a group of Mountaineer Troopers riding into the 87 Outpost. Where you boys headed?

[The Traansval]

Secretary Nix looked out the window of his car, seeing all the guns pointed at the small convoy

Secretary John Nix: God Damn. If they greet a envoy from a nation they are at peace with, i'd hate to see what they do to a hostile force....

The car stopped in front of the building where he and his delegation would meet the Mountaineer Council. The NYRA Troopers stopped, and moved to face their Mountaineer Counterparts, they stood straight and saluted them, then put their rifle on their shoulders and stood without moving. The Rangers formed a loose circle around the Secretaries Car.

Nix opened the door of his car, stepping out with his Delegation. He waved to the people he saw on the street, and saluted the NYRA and Mountaineer Troopers. He walked towards the door of the Council Building, and opened the door. He made his way down the hall, following a Mountaineer Guard, and entered the room housing the Council. Nix addressed the Council.

Secretary Nix: Greetings, Council. I am Secretary of State John Nix, and i am here to speak to you on behalf of The Republic of New York.

The Council Chamber had the Council a good 5 feet above Secretary John Nix, it was very dark with a couple lights shining at Nix, the order of seats from left to right was Kelly O'Harry, Erik DeFublino, James Baker, Jack Tedio and Dylan Ford

Councilor James Baker stood up "Considering your nations last proposal to my expidition party, I hope its a better proposal.

"I'm Councilor James Baker, thats Kelly O'Harry, thats Erik DeFublino, there on the far right side is Dylan Ford, and the last guy is Jack Tedio."

Secretary Nix: It is very nice to meet you all. I come here bearing a offer of a Alliance between the Adirondack Mountaineers and The Republic of New York, so that in times of war we can defend each other, and in times of peace we have have free and open Trade between us, and the sharing of technology and Industry. I noticed in previous encounters that the Mountineers have no stand issue firearms, we can provide mass amounts of Arms and Ammo from the many factories at Delphia, Ester, and Buffalo, along with technology such as the Jeeps and Highwayman i drove in here, or Vertibirds and refrigeration or Electricity from the Niagara Hydroelectric dam.

[Halium]

Southern Mountaineer-New Yorker Border

John No-Bull held the reigns of his horse as he rode along the 87, riding purposely towards the New Yorkian border, whatever would greet them he hoped they could take.

It was a small party, having only had a small number of horses on hand had severely limited the choices John could make, in the end he took five people along with him.

They were:
Captain Sirso- A good man, who makes quick decisions after evaluating a situation, John fought along side him in Ticonderoga
Sergeant Billow- A strong man, who took no insults from anyone, but was a good shot, and better friend
Corporal Dunn- He was a great mapper, having mapped all of the Mountaineers new lands, and could scavenge and hunt well
Private Daho- An amazing shot, people say he once nailed a Boater from a mile away, also very stealthy
Private Mane- Good hunter, and was an all around good reactant to situations, you wanted a man to cover you, Mane was your guy

John's first test was passing the border between New York and the Mountaineers. Then off into the unknown.

Jim Bridger sat in the Brahmin Pen of the 87 Road Stop, a stop where Caravans travelling the 87 were stopped to be searched by NYRA Troopers. He'd had no luck down in Susquehanna, so him and his caravan had gone north, where they'd had much success selling goods to the Mountaineers, especially high quality Firearms and rad free food and water. He'd made a boat load of caps, but with all that wealth came a long wait at the checkpoint for them to search his caravan.

As he waited, he noticed a group of men on horse back come into the checkpoint, they weren't traders, more military types, and most of em wore Mountaineer Uniforms. Bridger decided to introduce himself.

Jim Bridger: Well howdy there fella's, fancy seeing a group of Mountaineer Troopers riding into the 87 Outpost. Where you boys headed?

John looked at Jim, mentally sizing him up, wondering where he was during the Northern Wars then replied "Believe it or not, we're headed South, then East, we're going straight down to Virginia and are then keeping going. We're planning on charting the entire fractured states when we're done."

[Halium]

The Council Chamber had the Council a good 5 feet above Secretary John Nix, it was very dark with a couple lights shining at Nix, the order of seats from left to right was Kelly O'Harry, Erik DeFublino, James Baker, Jack Tedio and Dylan Ford

Councilor James Baker stood up "Considering your nations last proposal to my expidition party, I hope its a better proposal.

"I'm Councilor James Baker, thats Kelly O'Harry, thats Erik DeFublino, there on the far right side is Dylan Ford, and the last guy is Jack Tedio."

Secretary Nix: It is very nice to meet you all. I come here bearing a offer of a Alliance between the Adirondack Mountaineers and The Republic of New York, so that in times of war we can defend each other, and in times of peace we have have free and open Trade between us, and the sharing of technology and Industry. I noticed in previous encounters that the Mountineers have no stand issue firearms, we can provide mass amounts of Arms and Ammo from the many factories at Delphia, Ester, and Buffalo, along with technology such as the Jeeps and Highwayman i drove in here, or Vertibirds and refrigeration or Electricity from the Niagara Hydroelectric dam.

Jack Tedio stood up "In return for what? Just a military alliance? I don't believe that."

Erik also stood up "We have jeeps and trucks, but what we do need are more high-tech weapons, we're pretty low-tech right now."

[The Traansval]

Jim Bridger sat in the Brahmin Pen of the 87 Road Stop, a stop where Caravans travelling the 87 were stopped to be searched by NYRA Troopers. He'd had no luck down in Susquehanna, so him and his caravan had gone north, where they'd had much success selling goods to the Mountaineers, especially high quality Firearms and rad free food and water. He'd made a boat load of caps, but with all that wealth came a long wait at the checkpoint for them to search his caravan.

As he waited, he noticed a group of men on horse back come into the checkpoint, they weren't traders, more military types, and most of em wore Mountaineer Uniforms. Bridger decided to introduce himself.

Jim Bridger: Well howdy there fella's, fancy seeing a group of Mountaineer Troopers riding into the 87 Outpost. Where you boys headed?

John looked at Jim, mentally sizing him up, wondering where he was during the Northern Wars then replied "Believe it or not, we're headed South, then East, we're going straight down to Virginia and are then keeping going. We're planning on charting the entire fractured states when we're done."

Jim looked at the man who spoke. Virginia huh? South then East, that sounded like just the way he need to go to get away from... Well, he didn't want to think about it.

Jim Bridger: Say, sounds like what you folks need is a guide. Now see, i've been all over the East Coast, charted and mapped it out for the Republic, i know all the roads and just what to say and what area to avoid, don't suppose you'd mind me tagging along, only condition is that we stop by The New 84, its on the way, i need to drop off the Caravan and the Caravan Companies share of my profits, then i can travel with you folks, and you'd have my Maps and Caps to help.

[Halium]

John looked at Jim, mentally sizing him up, wondering where he was during the Northern Wars then replied "Believe it or not, we're headed South, then East, we're going straight down to Virginia and are then keeping going. We're planning on charting the entire fractured states when we're done."

Jim looked at the man who spoke. Virginia huh? South then East, that sounded like just the way he need to go to get away from... Well, he didn't want to think about it.

Jim Bridger: Say, sounds like what you folks need is a guide. Now see, i've been all over the East Coast, charted and mapped it out for the Republic, i know all the roads and just what to say and what area to avoid, don't suppose you'd mind me tagging along, only condition is that we stop by The New 84, its on the way, i need to drop off the Caravan and the Caravan Companies share of my profits, then i can travel with you folks, and you'd have my Maps and Caps to help.

John grimaced "You mean it? Okay then. We're going South then West actually. But you tell anyone that asks Sout then East. Protocol no matter what. Got it?"

Private Daho nodded to Jim and asked "You got a horse? If not you can ride with me."

[The Traansval]

Secretary Nix: It is very nice to meet you all. I come here bearing a offer of a Alliance between the Adirondack Mountaineers and The Republic of New York, so that in times of war we can defend each other, and in times of peace we have have free and open Trade between us, and the sharing of technology and Industry. I noticed in previous encounters that the Mountineers have no stand issue firearms, we can provide mass amounts of Arms and Ammo from the many factories at Delphia, Ester, and Buffalo, along with technology such as the Jeeps and Highwayman i drove in here, or Vertibirds and refrigeration or Electricity from the Niagara Hydroelectric dam.

Jack Tedio stood up "In return for what? Just a military alliance? I don't believe that."

Erik also stood up "We have jeeps and trucks, but what we do need are more high-tech weapons, we're pretty low-tech right now."

Secretary Nix: We have plenty to offer in terms of weapons.

Nix motioned for one of his Delegates to come forward, he was holding a few long black cases. Nix unlocked them, displaying the weapons on a table to the council.

Secretary Nix: These are some of the weapons of the NYRA. Now obviously these aren't any Plasma or Laser Rifles, but whats more important is what they aren't. They aren't Salvage, they are freshly produced at Factories. That means, a steady supply of Arms and Ammo. And, these Firearms are of good sturdy quality, unlike the hunting rifles you can find in a old ruin that is practically falling apart, these are guaranteed to last.

Nix hefted up the NY-AR up to his shoulder

Secretary Nix: This gun, the NY-AR, provides the fire rate of a Machine Gun with the power, size, and weight of your average Rifle. The NY-BR Rifle provided a heavy hitting round, a 20 round box magazine, and accurate semi-auto fire. The NY-SMG provides very rapid fire for close quarters, as well as a low fire rate setting with can be used with the bipod to provide covering fire. The Springfield Rifle is the most accurate bolt action rifle this side of the Wasteland, and the NY-CP is a small and handy pistol chambered in the powerful .45 acp, and we have plenty of AMR's to offer.

Nix stopped and address Councilman Tedio

Secretary Nix: I can assure you Mister Tedio, that we aren't here on some conspiratorial false effort to fool you, we are here because we see the growing power of the Mountaineers to the north, and believe that we can forge a powerful alliance between You, Us, and the Boston Empire that can bring peace and prosperity to New England and the wastes at large.

[The Traansval]

Jim looked at the man who spoke. Virginia huh? South then East, that sounded like just the way he need to go to get away from... Well, he didn't want to think about it.

Jim Bridger: Say, sounds like what you folks need is a guide. Now see, i've been all over the East Coast, charted and mapped it out for the Republic, i know all the roads and just what to say and what area to avoid, don't suppose you'd mind me tagging along, only condition is that we stop by The New 84, its on the way, i need to drop off the Caravan and the Caravan Companies share of my profits, then i can travel with you folks, and you'd have my Maps and Caps to help.

John grimaced "You mean it? Okay then. We're going South then West actually. But you tell anyone that asks Sout then East. Protocol no matter what. Got it?"

Private Daho nodded to Jim and asked "You got a horse? If not you can ride with me."

Jim Bridger: Oh its alright, i got ol' Bertha!

Bridger went behind a few crates, and brought out Ol' Bertha, who turned out to be a Motorcycle.

Jim Bridger: Shes a Harley Davidson WLA, they used these back in a Great War 'fore the one that brought down Nuclear FIre. Shes a workhorse, i can't tell you what i've put her through. Mud, Mirelurk Guts, Swampland, you name it, shes been through it, and she still runs like a dream!

Bridger kicked the ignition, and kicked it again, and again. On the 12th kick, the cycle started up.

Jim Bridger: Ah, there we go! Just gotta give 'er some luvin! Now then, follow me, i'll flash my Caravan Card and we'll be past this checkpoint faster than you can say "Oklahoma"!

[Halium]

Jack Tedio stood up "In return for what? Just a military alliance? I don't believe that."

Erik also stood up "We have jeeps and trucks, but what we do need are more high-tech weapons, we're pretty low-tech right now."

Secretary Nix: We have plenty to offer in terms of weapons.

Nix motioned for one of his Delegates to come forward, he was holding a few long black cases. Nix unlocked them, displaying the weapons on a table to the council.

Secretary Nix: These are some of the weapons of the NYRA. Now obviously these aren't any Plasma or Laser Rifles, but whats more important is what they aren't. They aren't Salvage, they are freshly produced at Factories. That means, a steady supply of Arms and Ammo. And, these Firearms are of good sturdy quality, unlike the hunting rifles you can find in a old ruin that is practically falling apart, these are guaranteed to last.

Nix hefted up the NY-AR up to his shoulder

Secretary Nix: This gun, the NY-AR, provides the fire rate of a Machine Gun with the power, size, and weight of your average Rifle. The NY-BR Rifle provided a heavy hitting round, a 20 round box magazine, and accurate semi-auto fire. The NY-SMG provides very rapid fire for close quarters, as well as a low fire rate setting with can be used with the bipod to provide covering fire. The Springfield Rifle is the most accurate bolt action rifle this side of the Wasteland, and the NY-CP is a small and handy pistol chambered in the powerful .45 acp, and we have plenty of AMR's to offer.

Nix stopped and address Councilman Tedio

Secretary Nix: I can assure you Mister Tedio, that we aren't here on some conspiratorial false effort to fool you, we are here because we see the growing power of the Mountaineers to the north, and believe that we can forge a powerful alliance between You, Us, and the Boston Empire that can bring peace and prosperity to New England and the wastes at large.

Erik stood up to speak again "I think you understand the Mountaineers situation well. We have little manpower, and most of the new regions we conquered don't want to join pur armies. The way we've expanded won't work forever, and its already showing faults. After our next campaign we won't have the guns to supply our army anymore."

Council Tedio looked in thought for a moment then said "So a three-pronged alliance of sorts? Seems like the best way, although, who are we allying against? I assume you have enemies."

[Halium]

John grimaced "You mean it? Okay then. We're going South then West actually. But you tell anyone that asks Sout then East. Protocol no matter what. Got it?"

Private Daho nodded to Jim and asked "You got a horse? If not you can ride with me."

Jim Bridger: Oh its alright, i got ol' Bertha!

Bridger went behind a few crates, and brought out Ol' Bertha, who turned out to be a Motorcycle.

Jim Bridger: Shes a Harley Davidson WLA, they used these back in a Great War 'fore the one that brought down Nuclear FIre. Shes a workhorse, i can't tell you what i've put her through. Mud, Mirelurk Guts, Swampland, you name it, shes been through it, and she still runs like a dream!

Bridger kicked the ignition, and kicked it again, and again. On the 12th kick, the cycle started up.

Jim Bridger: Ah, there we go! Just gotta give 'er some luvin! Now then, follow me, i'll flash my Caravan Card and we'll be past this checkpoint faster than you can say "Oklahoma"!

Private Daho smiled a little bit, having never seen a bike since the Biker Incursion a year ago, he had always wanted one.

John nodded and said "We'll follow you"

They started following him to wherever they're going

[The Traansval]

Secretary Nix: We have plenty to offer in terms of weapons.

Nix motioned for one of his Delegates to come forward, he was holding a few long black cases. Nix unlocked them, displaying the weapons on a table to the council.

Secretary Nix: These are some of the weapons of the NYRA. Now obviously these aren't any Plasma or Laser Rifles, but whats more important is what they aren't. They aren't Salvage, they are freshly produced at Factories. That means, a steady supply of Arms and Ammo. And, these Firearms are of good sturdy quality, unlike the hunting rifles you can find in a old ruin that is practically falling apart, these are guaranteed to last.

Nix hefted up the NY-AR up to his shoulder

Secretary Nix: This gun, the NY-AR, provides the fire rate of a Machine Gun with the power, size, and weight of your average Rifle. The NY-BR Rifle provided a heavy hitting round, a 20 round box magazine, and accurate semi-auto fire. The NY-SMG provides very rapid fire for close quarters, as well as a low fire rate setting with can be used with the bipod to provide covering fire. The Springfield Rifle is the most accurate bolt action rifle this side of the Wasteland, and the NY-CP is a small and handy pistol chambered in the powerful .45 acp, and we have plenty of AMR's to offer.

Nix stopped and address Councilman Tedio

Secretary Nix: I can assure you Mister Tedio, that we aren't here on some conspiratorial false effort to fool you, we are here because we see the growing power of the Mountaineers to the north, and believe that we can forge a powerful alliance between You, Us, and the Boston Empire that can bring peace and prosperity to New England and the wastes at large.

Erik stood up to speak again "I think you understand the Mountaineers situation well. We have little manpower, and most of the new regions we conquered don't want to join pur armies. The way we've expanded won't work forever, and its already showing faults. After our next campaign we won't have the guns to supply our army anymore."

Council Tedio looked in thought for a moment then said "So a three-pronged alliance of sorts? Seems like the best way, although, who are we allying against? I assume you have enemies."

Secretary Nix: There is Washington Pact to the south, a land ruled by a Military Dictatorship that pretends to be a Democracy. See, they hold elections, but the Military all ways makes sure that either Officers or people who support the Military are elected. Their President was a General, and still is. However, we signed a Non-Agression Pact with them, to ensure that a large and costly war wouldn't break out and drain both sides of resources. No, we seek this Alliance to make sure that any new threats that were to appear will be dealt with swiftly by combined New York, Mountineer, and Boston peacekeepers.

Nix next spoke to Erik, who seemed to be the one who could be persuaded the most.

Secretary Nix: New York can supply a steady stream of Rifles and Munitions, any of the guns i've shown you today that are already in use by the NYRA can be produced for the Mountaineers and shipped north. In addition to these rifles, we have items like Pump Shotguns and the China Lake one-man Grenade Launcher, to provide squad support. As for manpower, if we were to enact this Alliance, you'd have the help of the New York Republican Army, which has no shortage of Manpower.

[The Traansval]

Jim Bridger: Oh its alright, i got ol' Bertha!

Bridger went behind a few crates, and brought out Ol' Bertha, who turned out to be a Motorcycle.

Jim Bridger: Shes a Harley Davidson WLA, they used these back in a Great War 'fore the one that brought down Nuclear FIre. Shes a workhorse, i can't tell you what i've put her through. Mud, Mirelurk Guts, Swampland, you name it, shes been through it, and she still runs like a dream!

Bridger kicked the ignition, and kicked it again, and again. On the 12th kick, the cycle started up.

Jim Bridger: Ah, there we go! Just gotta give 'er some luvin! Now then, follow me, i'll flash my Caravan Card and we'll be past this checkpoint faster than you can say "Oklahoma"!

Private Daho smiled a little bit, having never seen a bike since the Biker Incursion a year ago, he had always wanted one.

John nodded and said "We'll follow you"

They started following him to wherever they're going

After a few hours, in which the sun had seemed to make its way all across the sky, the Mountaineer Expedition now stood outside a Caravan Building in the New 84. The town was now larger than ever, the Robotics Factory had sprung many other Factories, and soon the New 84 was a hot bed of Civilian Factories, pumping out tons of goods to be sold by the Caravans.

Jim Bridger walked out of the office, carrying a bag in his hand.

Jim Bridger: One Thousand, Two Hundred, and 5 Caps. That is quite a profit, seems that i should do trading runs to your territory more often. But! That is not what you want me for. Come, come here.

Bridger walked over to his cycle, and layed out a small map on the seat.

Jim Bridger: Now i've made tons of smaller maps for the Republic or Caravan Companies, but wherever i go i always update this map. Now then, as you said we're heading South to Virginia then West. Virginia is territory of a nation called the Washington Pact, its a Military Dictatorship but they are rather friendly to most folks. We can't stop at any of their towns though, they make you hand over your guns. After that, far west is a giant blob called the "Taxmaspada", its a giant area of reformed Tribals that follow some fella named Darius. They own alllll of this here territory, apart of what was once called "The Midwest Commonwealth". I haven't ever been more west than there, but i know the route to there like my own hand.

[Halium]

Erik stood up to speak again "I think you understand the Mountaineers situation well. We have little manpower, and most of the new regions we conquered don't want to join pur armies. The way we've expanded won't work forever, and its already showing faults. After our next campaign we won't have the guns to supply our army anymore."

Council Tedio looked in thought for a moment then said "So a three-pronged alliance of sorts? Seems like the best way, although, who are we allying against? I assume you have enemies."

Secretary Nix: There is Washington Pact to the south, a land ruled by a Military Dictatorship that pretends to be a Democracy. See, they hold elections, but the Military all ways makes sure that either Officers or people who support the Military are elected. Their President was a General, and still is. However, we signed a Non-Agression Pact with them, to ensure that a large and costly war wouldn't break out and drain both sides of resources. No, we seek this Alliance to make sure that any new threats that were to appear will be dealt with swiftly by combined New York, Mountineer, and Boston peacekeepers.

Nix next spoke to Erik, who seemed to be the one who could be persuaded the most.

Secretary Nix: New York can supply a steady stream of Rifles and Munitions, any of the guns i've shown you today that are already in use by the NYRA can be produced for the Mountaineers and shipped north. In addition to these rifles, we have items like Pump Shotguns and the China Lake one-man Grenade Launcher, to provide squad support. As for manpower, if we were to enact this Alliance, you'd have the help of the New York Republican Army, which has no shortage of Manpower.

Councilor DeFublino began to speak when Councilor James Baker stood up and said "We've heard about Vertibirds. Specifically you and Boston have some. If you were to say, give your new allies one or two I think this would be settled."

Councilor DeFublino stood up "I agree" as Erik was the relative Moderate his vote would be the deciding one.

It was all down to now whether or not New York truly had Vertibirds. And if they were willing to give them up to their new allies.

The right went to confer with themselves, the right end of the Council table that is, Jack Tedio and Dylan Ford.

[Halium]

Private Daho smiled a little bit, having never seen a bike since the Biker Incursion a year ago, he had always wanted one.

John nodded and said "We'll follow you"

They started following him to wherever they're going

After a few hours, in which the sun had seemed to make its way all across the sky, the Mountaineer Expedition now stood outside a Caravan Building in the New 84. The town was now larger than ever, the Robotics Factory had sprung many other Factories, and soon the New 84 was a hot bed of Civilian Factories, pumping out tons of goods to be sold by the Caravans.

Jim Bridger walked out of the office, carrying a bag in his hand.

Jim Bridger: One Thousand, Two Hundred, and 5 Caps. That is quite a profit, seems that i should do trading runs to your territory more often. But! That is not what you want me for. Come, come here.

Bridger walked over to his cycle, and layed out a small map on the seat.

Jim Bridger: Now i've made tons of smaller maps for the Republic or Caravan Companies, but wherever i go i always update this map. Now then, as you said we're heading South to Virginia then West. Virginia is territory of a nation called the Washington Pact, its a Military Dictatorship but they are rather friendly to most folks. We can't stop at any of their towns though, they make you hand over your guns. After that, far west is a giant blob called the "Taxmaspada", its a giant area of reformed Tribals that follow some fella named Darius. They own alllll of this here territory, apart of what was once called "The Midwest Commonwealth". I haven't ever been more west than there, but i know the route to there like my own hand.

Sirso breathed a sigh of relief when they started planning, having relatively unknown plans always bothered him, even if Billow, him and John had discussed the relative route before.

Billow pointed to Northern Florida "We were planning on proceeding South here, most of it is unclaimed territory besides Virginia so we should be good. There was when we were gonna turn West, hitting this country by Louisiana, then the Texan one, then meeting all the Californian factions before turning back and greeting all the trading empires like the Taxmaspada."

Daho and Mane nodded, not really caring one way or the other.

[The Traansval]

After a few hours, in which the sun had seemed to make its way all across the sky, the Mountaineer Expedition now stood outside a Caravan Building in the New 84. The town was now larger than ever, the Robotics Factory had sprung many other Factories, and soon the New 84 was a hot bed of Civilian Factories, pumping out tons of goods to be sold by the Caravans.

Jim Bridger walked out of the office, carrying a bag in his hand.

Jim Bridger: One Thousand, Two Hundred, and 5 Caps. That is quite a profit, seems that i should do trading runs to your territory more often. But! That is not what you want me for. Come, come here.

Bridger walked over to his cycle, and layed out a small map on the seat.

Jim Bridger: Now i've made tons of smaller maps for the Republic or Caravan Companies, but wherever i go i always update this map. Now then, as you said we're heading South to Virginia then West. Virginia is territory of a nation called the Washington Pact, its a Military Dictatorship but they are rather friendly to most folks. We can't stop at any of their towns though, they make you hand over your guns. After that, far west is a giant blob called the "Taxmaspada", its a giant area of reformed Tribals that follow some fella named Darius. They own alllll of this here territory, apart of what was once called "The Midwest Commonwealth". I haven't ever been more west than there, but i know the route to there like my own hand.

Sirso breathed a sigh of relief when they started planning, having relatively unknown plans always bothered him, even if Billow, him and John had discussed the relative route before.

Billow pointed to Northern Florida "We were planning on proceeding South here, most of it is unclaimed territory besides Virginia so we should be good. There was when we were gonna turn West, hitting this country by Louisiana, then the Texan one, then meeting all the Californian factions before turning back and greeting all the trading empires like the Taxmaspada."

Daho and Mane nodded, not really caring one way or the other.

Jim Bridger: Hmm, i'd be careful about Florida. South Florida is controlled by a huge band of organization raiders, called the Bloodbrother Clan. The New Start Republic, the nation in Louisiana, is friendly enough, although i heard rumors about mutant spiders in that area. Never been to the Texan Republic, but i heard a lot about it in New Start, supposed to be like New York, old world republic. Never been to California, so that'd be a real treat...