"Preparations for docking are complete, milord," a servant in a white button-up and black pants said, humbly bowing before a silver-haired man on a golden throne. "Would you like me tell the captain to dock for the gala?"
"No, Tranio," the man on the throne said, looking out a glorious stained-glass window that depicted a great battle between man and beast from centuries before the war. "We must stay cloaked until we can put out the transmission to the Courier. Now, I wish to ask you of the progress of our land-bound friend at the Hoover Dam."
"The Courier has completed his task at the Hoover Dam and he should currently be reporting back to the Lucky 38 for a conference and debriefing with the Yes Man," Tranio said. "Your Highness, may I inquire as to why this Courier?"
The seated man gazed out the window some more and shook his head. "The Courier and I have a forgotten history that I must act on. That is all I shall tell you, Tranio. We shall send out our transmission immediately."
Meanwhile in the Lucky 38 on the New Vegas Strip, the Courier of the Mojave Express was in the Penthouse in front of a large monitor, listening to the Yes Man go on in his normal way. "The battle at the Dam was magnificent, buddy! I can't wait to see what the future has in sto—well, what is this? An interfering frequency is being sent through my transmission! Oh well, looks like someone really wants to talk to you! I'll be back soon!"
The Yes Man's screen went black, but suddenly the screen jumped to life again, showing a picture of a man with silver hair. "Hello, people of the Mojave Wasteland. I am Duke Orlins, one of the Seven Dukes of the Interior, and I would like to invite the people of the Mojave aboard my floating castle for a month-long gala celebration for the fall of the Legion and the creation of an independent New Vegas. I would like to especially invite the Courier who made this celebration possible on board as a V.I.P. The gala will take place in two days time, and the people of the Mojave may board at the camp of the fallen Legion."
The screen once again fluttered into blackness for a moment while the Yes Man powered back to life. His perpetually smiling face seemed welcoming after the strange transmission. "Well, Courier, it looks like you're a big celebrity now! I've been rooting for you from the beginning, and if one of the Seven Dukes of the Interior is going to praise you, you should go! There is one thing you should know about the Seven Dukes though. They happen to be very bloodthirsty when it comes to their conquest of land! Remind you of anyone, Courier?"
The gala would start in less than two days time, yet Duke Orlins was still as restless as he had been while planning this great escapade. From planting the ideas in Benny's head for the overthrowing of Mr. House to making sure that Mr. House trusted the Courier enough to let him close, Orlins had been there every step of the way, pulling the strings from behind the velvet curtain to make sure the Courier got what the Duke wanted him to get and saw what the Courier wanted him to see. It was a pain to orchestrate humans to act the way that the Duke wanted them to, but it was necessary.
Another man entered the throne room at this time, nodding to the Duke. It was the Duke's half-brother, Sir Roland Fitzroy. Roland was the bastard son of the previous Duke and as such, held an amount of glory unparalleled by anyone except the other Dukes and their knights. Roland acted as captain and pilot of the ship while it was in flight, and an advisor and consult to the Duke.
"Brother, how have you been these past few days?" Roland asked, staring at his silver-haired brother. Roland had shockingly blue eyes that he had received from his mother, —a trait that made people open more easily to him than Duke Orlin's cold black eyes.
"The last few days have been indeed tiring, Roland, yet our plan has almost come to fruition. Soon, you and I shall be kings of the entire Old Country," Duke Orlins said to his brother. "We must first, however, gain the powers of the Courier. You shall greet the Courier before we dock permanently as an ambassador to the Wasteland. The other six ungrateful dukes shall fall by our hands, Roland, and we may bring true civilization to this once-great land."
"A truly noble dream, my brother. I shall depart at once for the Strip," Sir Roland said with a nod and a smirk. "Hopefully, I don't have to kill many people to meet the Courier."
"Behave yourself, brother. Foster good relationships with the people you meet and use your disturbing powers of speech to gain entrance to their hearts," Duke Orlins said with a cheer.