Chapter 9: Reconstuction
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President Jon Agvir's head was laying in Julie Farkas's lap, Julie was hunched over the dead leaders head crying silently. The rustling of fabric is heard and Boone walks into the tent carrying two rifles.
"Julie, we need you…" Boone says catatonically "The Mutants are beginning to uncover Vault 21. It's likely that there will be a lot of wounded." Julie kissed Agvir's chilling body and stands.
" Ill be there in a bit, I n-need to wash up." Julie says wiping tears and sweat off of her face. She leaves the tent and heads to the toilets to wash her face. Boone watches her leave and pulls the tent flap down. Pulling off one of the Rifles on his back he sits himself down on a nearby table and runs his rough fingers over the smooth wood of the weapon.
"i-I Found this J-Jon." Boone holds up the president's iconic rifle. "It wasn't very far from where you were… you always told me you wanted to go down fighting." He laughs quickly. "I always said I'd go with you…" he sniffles "B-but like you said not only do I have a c-child on the way… I have moral obligation to step in place where you were….I-I promise you, Jon Agvir. I will protect your legacy, and insure that new Vegas will thrive. NO! I will make it my mission! My sole mission in life to turn your project of a united Mojave, into a reality. With every fiber of my being I promise to you that I will do this, on the pain of death itself." Boone pauses "I will do you proud Jon. I swear it to you." He lays down Agvirs gun and puts it in his dead arms. On a nearby table the radio Agvir used fizzes to life.
"Hello, hello?" A seedy voice emanates from the radio. "This is lieutenant Nichols of the Capitol Wasteland Brigade. Am I speaking to the Leader of Vegas?" Boone looks at the dead president and picks up the radio.
"This is acting-President Craig Boone, what can I do for you today?" The new president says hatred seeping from his voice.
"As the highest ranked officer in the attack expeditionary forces, I would like to formally surrender." Lt. Nichols says "I should like to meet in person rather than us doing this over the radio." Boone nods to the corpse of Agvir and walks out. The followers are busying themselves by closing the eyes of the dead, sticking the minor wounded with Stimpacks and general treatment stuff.
"Meet me at the 188 stop. You'll remember that as the place your FOB was located at." Boone says as a Vertibird lands offloading wounded. Veronica hops out of the Vertibird and crosses to Boone. "Show up with no more than three other high ranked soldiers. I will be bringing some people too." Boone pauses waiting for a response.
"Will do I'll see you there." Boone clips the radio to his side and turns to Veronica. "Hey do you know where Gannon is?"
"Yeah he's in Freeside digging up rubble from the battle." Veronica says while Boone crosses to the Vertibird.
"Take me to him." Boone says as Veronica hops in the cockpit. The Veritbird lifts gently and hovers over the charred remains of New Vegas black smoke rises lazily over the city. On the ground people in the tan of the Mojave's uniform, mass on top of rubble shifting smaller pieces and recovering wounded and dead on both sides. Veronica lands near Mick and Ralphs and Boone offloads. Veronica waits as more wounded are loaded into the bay of the vehicle. When she's full she lifts off and flies to the Command and Medical center. Boone walks through the streets passing medical persons holding someone stomach in their body. He passes several Mojave soldiers attempting to dig the overpass off the roads when they see Boone they stop and salute momentarily. Boone walks to the School of Impressions and find Arcade pushing a Stimpack into a soldiers arm. Boone walks up to him and puts a hand on Arcade's shoulder.
" Hey man, I need you." Boone says quietly
"What for, Craig?"
"The brigade is surrendering, I need someone well rounded to help work out the details." Boone says "If you don't come then itll just be me an' Veronica." Arcade peels the gloves off his hands and puts them in a trash can nearby.
"Yeah, its probably good for me to get out of the city." Arcade follows Boone to the landing zone and the two wait for the Vertibird. "So what are we gunna do?" Arcade asks his eyes following Boone's
"Well the only thing we'll request of them is probably more land out east." Boone says putting a hand on the back of his neck. "Maybe get somemore crop lands."
"Yeah," Arcade says quietly "Hey where was the NCR during the attack?"
"They were getting mobilized I heard. When the Brigade got to the Outpost they stormed em but were pushed down by the NCR. They have very few aircraft so they couldn't get here that way." Boone says in his low toned voice. "They at least promised aid in the aftermath."
Arcade nods quickly while the Vertibird lands. Arcade and Boone make their way onto the aircraft and it takes off in a southerly direction. The Vertibird flies over the trench lines outside of Vegas, watching as troops start clearing bodies, Mines and Rubble. The Vertibird soon clears the trenches and comes up on the 188 stop. Veronica takes the Vertibird in low landing on the North side. As she lands a Brigade tank rolls up from the South a massive dust trail trickling up into the sky. The tank comes to a halt 30 yards away from the Vertibird and three men pop out of the opened hatch. Boone, Arcade and Veronica walk briskly in the middle of the underground pass, they stop halfway. Lt. Nichols and his two dignitaries walk up halfway through the underpass.
Simultaneously, Boone and the Lieutenant walk up to each other so their faces are 3ft away from each other. Boone takes off his glasses and stuffs them in his collar. The lieutenant takes a glove off of his right hand and sticks it out in front of him. Boone grabs his hand firmly and a veritable squeeze match goes on between the two. When the two let go Boone walks backwards.
"Welcome to the Mojave wastes, Lt… Nichols was it." Boone asks as the Lt. nods "You'll forgive me for not offering you into my home it was destroyed in the battle."
"Believe me, Mr. Boone. Most of us didn't even want to come here." Nichols says
"So Why leiutenent?" Boone asks harshly "If you didn't want to come here why did you?"
"General Hupham ordered it…" Nichols begins. "This army is based out of St. Louis, the Mississippi is our Eastern most border to the Appalachia devil grounds. Nothing exists to the East of the Mississippi everything is irradiated all the ground cannot be used all the water tastes like rags and blood. When we went up to the Great lakes the Lakes Wastelands attacked us… there was no water for our people… no food supplies. All we had was gasoline and a bunch of factories." Nichols gets a dark look in his face. "About two years ago, we discovered another society near the Texas region. You know them as the Legion. They attacked us but we destroyed them en masse. We had acquired a map of their known regions. It showed us a place labeled 'savages'. So when we saw a helicopter fly over our airbase with the symbol of the place we shot your plane down." Nichols ended his long winded speech.
"When we saw that footage, Jon and I-" He stops staring off into space " We assumed that the Brigade was planning an attack on us." The treaty delegation walks up the hill overlooking the both ends of the Mojave. Boone sits down at an old picnic table, Veronica and Arcade sit on his sides. The Brigade's delegation does the same.
"Just so you know our Country is called Vitasmoren," Nichols says. Boon nods in affirmation
"Well might as well get to the bulk of this. I have Mr. Arcade Gannon here who will be officiating this cease fire." Boone says as Arcade steps forward.
"It is in my best interest to maintain a modicum of peace and open-mindedness. O have sided with the Mojave but I trust you'll believe me when I say I am only about peace." Arcade says pulling his leg up and across his thigh.
"How can I trust you, Mr. Gannon? I don't know you." Nichols says
"Arcade here is the de-facto lead of our medical community." Veronica says brushing hair out of her eyes. "Do you honestly think a man of medicine and caring would push towards war? A man dedicated to helping others would seriously drive two potential allies toward war. He's seen more death and devastation than you will see in your lifetime!" Veronica ends with a shout. Boone grabs her by the shoulder.
"I'm sorry she's usually more sedate." Boone stares darkly into Veronicas eyes. "He's trustworthy." Nichols nods beckoning Arcade to begin.
"In an effort to maintain peaceful relation between the Mojave wastelands and what was formerly known as the Brigade , now known as Vitasmoren. We the Mojave delegates propose that we travel to your capital city in order to work out a treaty with your nation and you can leave either 50 officers or 100 foot soldiers." Arcade says.
"You understand that I have to speak to my higher ups of course?" Nichols said " I cant just bring you all to St Louis and expect a treaty to be signed."
"So how do you get n contact with them?" Boone asks
"If I had a long range radio I could contact the airbase at Taulirailium. They could patch me to Wichita and they can patch me to St. Louie." Nichols says as Boone stands up and faces one of the massive hills to their west. He holds his hand up beckoning something and someone to come down. Ten minutes later an NCR Veteren Ranger jogs up to the hill and salutes Boone.
"Commander do you have a long-range radio on your person?" the ranger takes off his radio and hands it to the President. Boone crosses to the cease fire delegations. He lays the rather bulky radio on the table. Nichols tunes the radio to channel 38.
"This is acting commander Nichols of the 2nd expeditionary force requesting patch to Wichita.."
"10-4 Nichols patching you now." The radio went static and then silent.
"This is acting commander Nichols of the 2nd expeditionary force requesting patch to Capitol." Nichols says breathing a sigh of tedious annoyance.
"This Pvt. Jones of Ft. Archer army base. Go ahead Lt. Nichols." A high pitched childish voice comes from the radio.
"Inform high command, the 2nd expedition west has failed. Cease fire signing is under way." Lt. Nichols sighs.
-1300 miles away-
The room is dark and dank 50 radios are stacked along the walls with men and women manning them, switching from channel to channel, turning up volumes and writing stuff down. Along the far wall nearest to the door a fresh faced young man picks up the radio transmitter, After the 2nd expeditionary force called in.
"This is Pvt. Jones at Ft. Archer army base. Go ahead Lt. Nichols." Jones said, this was the call he'd been waiting for. The 2nd expeditionary force was a known legend amongst the people of Vitasmoren. General Hupham was known for his ruthless and determined combat style. He also had a caring side, when the Violia Tornado touched down in western Kansas, Hupham's warriors helped clean up the wounded and take down raiders and legionaries. Now that he thinks of it, it's strange that Hupham didn't call it in himself.
"Inform the high command that the 2nd expeditionary force has failed." The deep and desolate voice said. The young privates stomach dropped. "Copy that." He writes something down on a piece of yellow paper. He stands up and walks over to the Radio commander.
"The 2nd expeditionary has failed. Peace talks are underway now." Jones whispers into the commander's ear. Jones slips him the paper and the commander walks out.
In the hall the commander walk/jogs to the door and goes outside he jogs over to a jeep and gets in ordering him to the old Courthouse that was moved to the capital building. The jeep screams down the freeway blaring a loud horn that when heard, those on the street step aside and let it pass.
The commander soon gets to the Capital building and gathers the Chancellor and his fellow cabinet members they're soon in the conference room.
"I told you Jenkins! I told you going any farther west would only bring us harsh times and a grim reality." The deep voice of the Secretary of Agriculture says in his low malice filled voice.
"How were we supposed to know that Vegas would defend themselves so well? Vegas is one of the smallest nations out there." The War secretary says.
"General Hupham was a pompous arse. We should've known his luck would've worn out sooner rather than later." The trade commissioner says growing purple in the face.
"Wie wir sagen, das zu den Zivilbevölkerung, they will not be happy. "(Google translate that schiz!) The Civil patrol officer says, the German of the farm region side of him comes out. The man at the head of the table in a dark blue suit looks up.
We will Sign the treaty, we'll bring their delegation here and maybe open trade." The Chancellor says
"Sie wollen mit uns handeln nicht, sie uns töten wollen!" the War secretary bellows at the top of his lungs. The other council members shout at each other in a slurry of profanity in both English and German.
"Ruhige Sie streiten Schwachköpfe!" The chancellor bellows standing up „ The only way we can know for sure is by experiencing it firsthand!" The red in the face man slowly sits down. „We will offer them an olive branch. If they betray our peace offering... we kill them, Ja?" he looks around the room at the men who are nodding . the Chancellor writes down on a piece of paper ' Have delegates come to St. Louis. Treaty signings will be in effect then. Comply with any request given to you. Do not however engage in combat without clearance from Vitasmoren'
- back in the Mojave-
Boone and Nichols are walking to Vegas the delegates are behind them walking quietly. Veronica took off in the Vertibird evacing more wounded; Arcade is walking slowly behind the rest of the delegates. Boone looks tired, coming up on the trench lines, he drops down into them. Down on I-15 the remaining Vitasmoreni troops are marching to Vegas with their hands up in surrender.
"We gained our independence in the year 2281. At the Second Battle of the Dam." Boone pulls his hand over his left shoulder feeling the aging scar. „ The Mojave had sided with the NCR, but we pulled a 'coup' if you will. When the Battle was over the Commandant of the NCR came out to congratulate us, Agvir" he pauses as Goosebumps roll up his arms "He told the general straight up that he could either leave now, with all his forces... or die." Boone smiles sadistically.
"Where is this man, Agvir now?" Nichols asks Boone's head sinks low as he bounds over a piece of rubble.
"He's dead; he died fighting your General. He was the one who took down the lucky .38. he essentially ended the war." Boone said with malice, anger and sadness in his voice.
"I'm sorry, President Boone." Nichols starts "He sounds like one hell of a guy." The radio on Nichols waist calls for him.
"Nichols?" The radio emits "Commands from Chancellor Vermittler (Vare- mite- ler)"
Nichols puts his mouth to the radio. "Go ahead"
"The chancellor would like to Have the delegates from New Vegas come to St. Louis. Treaty signings will be in effect then. Comply with any request given to you i.e. repairs and building shelters. Do not however engage in combat without clearance from Vitasmoren however, if there are creatures Deathclaws, Cazadores or geckos attacking. Feel free to defend yourself."
"Copy that Command" Nichols says.
Boone and Nichols finally get to Vegas, with the Brigades army surging defeated behind them. The gate opens and Boone leads the defeated army into the heart of the city. The Mojave soldiers who were clearing rubble and tending to the wounded hold up their rifles to pressure the Vitasmoren troops to abide by civil codes. Boone leads them in front of Gomorrah and stops. He climbs up onto a large chunk of the .38. He drags Nichols up too.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." Boone announces to the crowd of sagged soldiers. "In order to maintain the peace between our two countries, we are asking that 50 of you stay here in Gomorah, you will be given food and housing. In exchange you will be asked to aid us in our rebuilding efforts. I need a show of hands of those who would stay… preferably someone who doesn't have a lot of family and children." Boone crosses his arms, and looks at the crowd. No one pus their hands up, looking awkwardly at each other. "Look guys either you come quietly, or we force you to it." Slowly and reluctantly they start to put their hands up.
"Those of you staying, head on into the Casino and start claiming rooms." Boone hops down from the rubble and looks at Nichols. "Lieutenant, the rest of your troops are under your command, I recommend that you vacate the Mojave as soon as you can."
"Well . it'll be nice knowing you." Nichols says holding a hand out.
"Defiantly." Boone says grasping his hand "When all this is settled up maybe the Vitasmoreni people can come and relax for a while."
"Just maybe." Nichols lets go of Boones hand. "Lets move!" he bellows to the troops they shuffle out of the city organizing themselves as they walk in the rough sandy desert.
Cass comes up behind Boone and grabs his arm.
"The Boomers have made contact and the NCR have a division coming in soon." She says putting her head on Boones shoulder. She makes a pained face.
"What's the problem?" Boone asks with alarm in his voice.
"The child's kicking again." She says putting her hand on top of her belly. Boone puts his hand on top of hers. Cass looks into Boone's eyes and leans up to kiss her future husband. "What's going on Craig?" Cass asks
"I'm going to be going away for a while Cass ."Cass looks at Boone angrily. " I have to go sign the treaty and they want it in St. Louis… I'll be back before you know it." Cass nods in agreement.
The two part ways and Cass heads back to the Medical tents and Boone hops onto the Vertibird and Veronica flies him to Nellis A.F.B.
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