Chapter 3:….Problems
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It was a day after the battle at the Quarry, Jonathan Agvir was overseeing the cleanup of the bodies and the clearing of the road. The Deathclaws were being thrown nonchalantly into the back of a truck while the Human dead and the Brute dead were being moved into the back of another truck; the humans had to be piled on top of the brute dead. The Vertibird is hovering over the Valley looking for bodies.
"Hawk 1-1, we see no further bodies in the AO, over." The radio crackles to life.
"10-4 Hawk 1-1 return to base." and the Vertibird flies off towards McCarran. Agvir looks at the trucks the Deathclaw one has blood dripping out of it. There are flies and Maggots circling the top of the massive gray pile a truck is growling to life and starts with a puff of black smoke. The driver leans out of the window.
"Where d'you want me to take this to, sir?" the driver asks hanging onto a bar on the top of the truck.
"Take them to the wastes west of Camp Golf." Agvir says. "Radio ahead and get some help for Cremation. If you find a reletivly whole one bring him to the labs at McCarran. I'm going to walk back to Vegas. I need to think." The driver nods and takes off for that area. There are some troops in this area looking for salvageable metals and whatnot in cluding Cpt. Michaels. President Agvir starts walking on the side of the road heading towards Vegas, the other truck passes him and he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. 'That was a catastrophe' he thought '60% dead. That means we need better training, especially the brutes. Damn it! So many died I know! A national military school. It could be in one of the old factories in Northern Vegas! We'll cordon off the area and give it to… someone. Who'll teach the people there how to survive in combat, we'll teach them how to keep their weapons clean and I good condition." He takes a long drag and throws it on the ground. Someone comes jogging up to him he looks back to see Cpt. Michaels come up to him.
"Sir, Mr. Boone radioed and told me to tell you that there's a mob at the 38."Michaels says
"Thanks Mike, let's go." And the two move quickly to the city. When they get to Camp McCarran they see several people on their knees begging while a squad of soldiers stands in front of the gates they crowd was growing restless and starting to shout.
"We need food now! There is no reason you should get more food than we do!" the crowd keeps shouting as Michaels and Agvir are now in a dead sprint to get to the 38. When they get there Boone was standing in front of the Doors with his Rifle on his back.
"Everyone remain calm, President Agvir will be here very soon and we can get this all fixed up." Boone shouts over the din of the crowd. "Liar, he wants to starve us." A crowd's member shouts. The crowd surges with the anger.
"We gotta get up there." Agvir says pushing his way up to the front pushing people out of the way when he gets to the steps he turns around, his face reddening with anger. Boone nods at him and Agvir turns around.
"You Hypocrites!" He releases. "You want food but you do nothing to get your food! You want change but you do nothing to change it yourself! You say that I do nothing for the people? That I care only for caps? Well let me tell you that, that is a lie. We just had a battle for Opening up the long 15. What do you need?! Seeds?! We can provide them! Protection?! Just let us know and we'll be there in ten minutes locked and loaded! You all are pathetic go change your lives yourselves. You think everything will be handed to you PISS OFF!" the crowd started calming down.
"Sir, we need a little bit of food not much, but, anything. Please" a young girl says Agvir looks at her.
"Anything, even Deathclaw?" Agvir asks
Two hours later a crowd of 150 is circled around a massive pit filled with charring Deathclaw meat in everyones hand. Agvir bites into it getting an extremely salty flavor. Boone is eating his sandwich style Boone and Agvir are muttering to each other nodding every once and a while. Agvir stands up and gets on the highest area he could which was on an overlooking hill.
"Alright ladies and gents, Boone and I have been talking and we seem to agree that in the best intrest of you guys, we will call upon our neighbors to the west. With much good negotiation we can maybe sell power in exchange for foodstuffs and grain. Now there is one thing I need you all to remember." Agvir pauses waiting for an RNV reporter to get his pen out. "In our previous society, we had divided up between the rich and the poor, Mr. House had a massive wall erected between New Vegas and the Greater Mojave. Under my commands the wall separating Freeside and all the suburbs of New Vegas will be torn down. That material will be used for the reconstruction of the Mojave. We are also starting a new project; we will soon be opening the Mojave's first area of higher learning. Anyone and everyone can come here and we will teach you anything you may need to know in order to survive the wasteland. Furthermore, the national training center at Camp Golf will be expanded to allow for the Super Mutants of Jacobstown to be given a chance to learn what they need to in order to function efficiently in our military. I trust you all can get home safely Boone and I have a meeting." Agvir says and jumps down. Boone and Agvir walk back to the lucky 38 at around 4 in the afternoon. The sky is a bright pink and there is a slight breeze of air that eases the heat of the Mojave. When they get to the lucky 38 they go in and get let in by the security guard as they are getting validated ambassador Crocker comes in with someone new. He is a young man with a strong jaw and bright blue eyes hidden by glasses there is one our two scars on his face which gives him an aura of respect. He's wearing an NCR messenger armor which got a nice tan color with the NCR flag on his chest and a wide brimmed helmet, clearly for repelling shrapnel. He has, on his, back a service rifle with a bayonet attached and a .44 magnum pistol on his belt. Ambassador Crocker looks up and smiles an obviously fake smile.
"Ah, President Agvir and….Mr. Boone. I trust you are feeling well." Crocker glares at Boone with hatred. Boone stares at him through his dark sunglasses and nods slightly as he passes by him. The newcomer walks up to Boone and the President takes off his hat and holds out his hand.
"Mr. Agvir, Mr. Boone I am a huge fan!" he says shaking Jon's hand first and Boone's second. Crocker rolls his eyes "My name is Siry Killian, I'm an ambassador from the NCR. Please excuse my associates decorum President Kimball's been pressuring him for losing control of- well- here." He says with a maniacal grin spreading across his.
"After you." Agvir says shaking his head, Siry moves forward signing in Crocker's already in the elevator.
"I like him," Boone says "He shows genuine respect for you.".
"Us, Boone he shook both of our hands." Agvir says patting Boone on the Back and the two go into the elevator.
"Excuse me Courier- Uh- Mr. Agvir, what was the most important battle that you and Mr. Boone took part besides the Battle of Hoover?" Killian looks at him with awestruck eyes Agvir smiles and raises his head in silent laughter.
"Well the biggest Battle we had was probably the one at fortification that had the most enemies in it. The one that had the most impact probably would've been our conquer at the Ranger station, near the Lake Meade Boat docks if we hadn't been there they would,ve taken most of that are. My personal favorite was the Battle of Nipton, we uh don't get to many Opportunities for urban combat and it was quite a thrill." Agvir says waving his arms, Crocker's looking patiently off to the distance. Agvir looks around to Boone. "You?"
"Nelson probably, it was our first stop as a team and I learned to trust you then." Boone says smiling in reminiscence. The doors slide open and the foursome walkout they cross to a set of doors and walk in before them is a dark mahogany table with 12 chairs sitting at it. Agvir gestures to the two chairs at the end opposite side of them the two sit Crocker at the end of the table and Siry sat next to him.
"What is this about Jon?" Crocker scowls taking a swig of cactus-whiskey as Killian is pulling his foot across his knee.
"We're low on food and seeing as you are low on power, I was thinking we could maybe work out a deal." Boone says softly. Crocker's face turns dark red.
"You insolent litt-"Crocker starts shouting before he could finish Killian cuts him off.
"Sirs, as much as we need the power our food supplies were not enough to help the Mojave during the occupation of 2281. As much as we'd love to help you we can't." Killian says getting to his feet.
"We're not asking you to give us thousands of supplies of foodstuffs. We just need seeds from the NCR. Seeds are all we're asking for. Just enough to get by just enough so our women don't go hungry. Our children don't die in the desert heat frail, pale and skinny." Agvir says passionately. Crocker rises and Killian pulls him back down by the shoulder and sets the whiskey in front of him.
"What do we get out of this?" Siry says raising his eyebrows. "A little power, sure, but what else ya got?" Boone rises and crosses to the windows. He pulls the blinds on the large windows to shut.
"It's time someone knows and it might as well be the NCR." Boone nods to president Agvir. Agvir looks to the ground and rubs his bearding neck.
"What is it?" Killian asks fingering the holster of his .44.
"A while ago we sent a Vertibird across the northern Arizona territories. He found an old legion camp it looked to be in disrepair but he saw something interesting he saw what we now know to be treads from vehicles. This pilot followed the treads and saw this." He turns and a projector turns on and plays against a sheet. A large base has been splayed out on the screen several ancient looking tanks sitting on the ground with older looking halftracks moving around, there are several artillery pieces being assembled on the ground. To the right was a long runway with a hundred fighters looking prop planes on the runway were three planes taking off the camera turns indicating the pilot tried to fly away streaks of bright light come streaking past the camera. The camera pitches upward and starts to plummet, the fighters whip past the camera and break off one going right and left and one banking upward. "We slowed down the video and saw this." The image slows down as the fighters zip past and stop on an image of the planes tail wing. Killian could see a blue circle with a white star with a red dot In the middle of it.
"This will be one of the greatest armies ever assembled." Boone said "it's clear that they are Americans and its only logical to assume that they want to retake America as one. The Mojave is the only buffer between them and you. We estimate that at the size of their army it would take only 2 months for them to get here. Give us food, so we can attempt to prevent them from taking over the NCR held territories. Give us food and we can buy you time."
Killian looks at the two men. "Whoa this is a heavy load." He says taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Alright, You'll get your food. As long as you stall them before they get to us. On a lighter note it was a pleasure to meet you both. I'm sorry but I need to hurry back to Shady Sands, The president needs to hear this." Killian gets up to leave and shakes hands with them both. "I'll have someone radio you with the specifics, goodbye to you both." And Killian leaves.
"Was that the right move?" Agvir asked "Telling the NCR?"
"It may not've been the right one." Boone says "But it was a very necessary procedure." Agvir looks up at Boone. "The NCR may be the only thing that can take these and we are going to be the front lines."
"You know Boone, if you wanted to go back to the NCR, you can man. You've done enough for the Mojave- for me." Agvir says his eyes starting to water. "If you want out, don't hesitate. You're the best partner and best friend a man could ask for, if you want out, then tell me." Boone looks angrily at Agvir
"Do you honestly think I'd do that to you? Abandon you in our time of need? I could never do that to you Jon you're my best friend it'd be criminal for me to abandon you. My reassignment card is up is it? Well, I'm staying on till you fire me or drop dead." Boone says his voice cracking at the end. "I am with you Jon, till the end! There will be no change in that. And that is the final word." And Boone walks out and goes to his room. Agvir plops himself down onto a chair he wipes his eyes dry and pulls the Whiskey to him and pours one.
"To lady luck, may you lift your bosom and shine your smile upon us." He says and drinks it back.
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