The battle may be won, but the war had just begun. The NCR would regroup and attack, as promised. The remnant tribes of the could pose a threat, and other factions could try and seize power in the Mojave. Frost knew he needed to unify as much as the Mojave as he could and be ready for the NCR when it came.
Charles Frost stood in the Lucky 38 Casino Penthouse. Yes Man now filled the screen where Mr House once lived. On the screen there was a map of the Mojave. Frost considered his position. The Boomer's to the North East had already pledged their allegiance and Frost enjoyed good relationships with the Followers and the Great Khans. If the Brotherhood Of Steel could be brought on side, their technology would seriously strengthen his position. Other allies which Frost hoped to bring onside were the Super Mutants of Jacobstown and the remnants of the Enclave if they could be found.
Frost turned to his right hand man and close friend, "Boone, send a message to Mother Pearl of the Boomers, tell them to fly the B-29 plane over NCR encampments, harass them until they leave, but do not attack the Mojave Outpost, we're not ready for that yet. By now remaining NCR will have left Camp McCarren. We will set up our base camp there. Begin a recruitment program and start training. You will oversee the training of our army and hold the position of General."
Boone frowned, "We should give the NCR soldiers warning to leave before attacking them, many of them are good men following orders."
Frost nodded, "You're quite right, give them three days to leave without any military equiptment and ask them if they wish to defect. There are some great soldiers in there, and some I would count as friends. We should also contact the Great Khans and find out there position. We have enjoyed their company and I would expect them to join us."
"Sure, I'll get to it" Boone said and left the room.
Charles Frost then turned his attention inwards and considered the three Families that ran the Casinos. The Chairmen had a strong sense of honour and were as reliable as it came in the Mojave, Charles believed Benny's plot ran no deeper than the one man. The rest of the Chairmen would find themselves a new leader and could continue running their Casino as they saw fit. The White Glove Society could stay as well. He had heard the rumours of their cannibalism, but that was an issue for another day. The Omertas, however, needed to be dealt with. They are ambitious and greedy and Charles had already attempted to overthrow Mr House and there was no reason why they wouldn't try to overthrow his tenuous grip on New Vegas. Charles would deal with them himself and then find a replacement tribe to run Gommorah. He considered inviting the Kings into the Strip, but their control over Freeside was too strong to waste.
Charles scratched the ears of his cyborg dog Rex who sat patiently beside him. Rex barked and looked up at him. Rex had belonged to the King but was given to Charles as their friendship grew. Charles had repaired Rex and it gave him great comfort to have him by his side. The Kings would remain in Freeside and they would be friends and allies and the King would be welcome in Strip whenever he chooses.
He turned to Yes Man and gave the instruction for Securitrons to guard the gates of New Vegas and each shop in Freeside. If the he could improve security and stability in Freeside, which had been volatile of late, then it would help the public accept his rule. And Charles genuinely did want to improve the living conditions of the Mojave people and he would do this, bit by bit, but first, there was a war to win. A number of Securitrons were ordered to guard the entrance to Camp McCarren, but most were to remain at the Hoover Dam to ensure that the power output continued. The electricity from the Dam was a great bargaining tool, which he could offer to bring people onside or to take away if they did not play by his rules. It was imperative that this remained in his control.
Maintaining an army and building an empire would take money and so the Crimson Caravan would need to be brought in and taxed, along without all other merchants. A tax of 10% would suffice for now. Most merchants were independent and higher taxes would make life hard for them. The Crimson Caravan, however was large enough for 10% to yield a sizeable chunk of income. The Gun Runners would help supply New Vegas with weapons and ammo, an agreement could perhaps be worked out to set up a reliable supply chain.
Yes Man listened to Frost's plans and send messages to the relevant factions informing them of their new situation. Charles smiled and leant back in his chair. He felt confident most factions would welcome him, after all, he had spent weeks with many of them before he rose to power as he travelled the Mojave helping out where he could. He picked up his gun. While he waited for their responses, the Omertas could be dealt with. No time like the present.