Nate narrowed his eyes as he looked at Six, leaning against the wall of his office. "So, you waltzed right through the teleporter, and said you wanted a quick meeting." Nate said as he looked at Six. "You gave no warning, just wanted to talk to me?" Nate inquired, only getting a brief nod in response. "Please be quick, I have to plan out a route for the Brahmin Run and where to put the Horses afterwards." Nate stated firmly.
Six didn't say a word, only pulling a small pamphlet out of his duster and placing it on Nate's desk. Nate only gave it a glance before his expression turned to confusion. "The Memory Den?" He inquired.
Six slowly took the chair Nate keeps on the other side of his desk and sat down. Nate watched as Six removed the aviators, revealing a pair of sapphire eyes that radiated with a faint glow. "Nate... I need to do something..." Six trailed off, his voice filled with pain.
'The Ammesia?' Nate mused before he stood up. "You want to use the memory den to find out what you lost?" Nate inquired. Six just nodded in silence before wincing. "Why Now? You've had three years to visit them and you never did?" Nate inquired.
"It got worse." Six stated bluntly.
"I can call a small group to escort you to the Memory Den, but you will have to pay for it." Nate said.
"Alright." Six said, before he winced once more.
Nate turned to the terminal in his office and typed at the keyboard. Running through the various programs he had set up before landing on the call setting. "They'll be here in a few minutes." he said as a command was sent out.
Six gave him a thankful look as he put the aviators back on.
Ozpin looked out at the docks with his mug held calmly. Next to him stood Glynda, her eyes to the sky as they waited for their guest to arrive.
"I still don't see why you gave them such an invitation?" Glynda questioned.
"I believe it is most imperative that the students learn about the Wasteland and it's inhabitants as soon as possible." Ozpin countered.
"Yet our only option was... " Glynda trailed off.
"A man who's lived a long time, and spend most of its cataloging the history of his world." Ozpin answered.
"A man who makes Obleck's ramblings appear absolutely lucid." Glynda said.
"Ah yes, he's here." Ozpin said as a pair of Vertiberds decended from one of the Atlas Airships flying over Vale. One bore the flag of the NCR, the other the flag of the STN. Glynda narrowed her eyes as the two Vertidbirds landed on an empty section of the dock. Two people stepped out of the NCR Vertidbird while many stepped out of the STN.
At the head was a familiar man in power armor with a floating eyebot at his side. An NCR ranger with a robotic dog at her side following not far behind.
"Greetings Ozpin, I must say that it's a great honor to allow me here." The Storyteller greeted as his robotic companion let out a series of beeps.
"I must thank you for accepting the invitation, I believe my students would benefit greatly from your collection of history." Ozpin responded.
"If it's not an issue, I believe we should move this conversation indoors." The ranger cut in.
Ozpin turned to her and nodded. "Yes, I believe we should." he said. He gave Glynda a side glance and a small nod.
"Representatives for the Gun Runners and Followers of the Apocalypse, please follow me to your temporary housing." She said, catching the attention of the others. All of them had been occupied, looking out towards the Emerald Forest or the City of Vale. They quickly grabbed their supplies before the NCR Vertibird took off.
Ozpin watched as they followed Glynda with no issue, before he turned back to the Storyteller and his companions. "I believe we can continue this conversation in my office." he offered.
Cooper stepped off the Vertibird with a bag in his hands. A small collection of "gifts" given after he played bodyguard for Redhawk during those five days of negotiations. All around him were folks from the NCR and the Followers in their makeshift command center near the Boneyard.
"The Ghoul I presume?" A voice asked from his left. Cooper turned to see a woman with black disheveled hair and sharp eyes. "Moldover, Its nice to meet a legend of the wastes in person." She greeted.
"You in charge here miss?" he inquired.
"Yes, Old Shady Sands informed me of your impending arrival." Moldover said.
"So you already know just why I'm here?" Cooper asked.
"If everything goes to plan, you can put a bullet through his skull when all is done." Moldover answered.
"We'll see, We'll see." Cooper said as he narrowed his eyes.
Moldover made a gesture to follow; "We have a lot to discuss, let's get you up to speed." She said before turning to the main observatory. Cooper shook his head before following after her.
He followed through the gates, his eyes darting from the farms too the stalls. "Quite the place you got here, even have some Followers helping out." he commented.
"This place isn't just for military use, it's the forward base for rebuilding the destroyed parts of the Boneyard." Moldover answered.
"I see, they won't fight, but they'll patch yah up." he mused.
"They'll do a bit more than that." Moldover said as the doors to the observatory were opened. Cooper picked up the pace as the doors closed behind them. "Our part of the operation is split between three objectives, the Followers are helping ensure we succeed." Moldover said.
"Those three objectives being?" Cooper inquired.
"First is dealing with the Brotherhood Outpost that set up shop in the far south." Moldover said before taking a right. "Second is reclaiming an research center from a branch of Enclave Remnants." She said.
"Those pricks are still around?" Cooper huffed.
"They're as stubborn as Radroaches, no offense to the Radroaches." Moldover said. Cooper let out a chuckle before they both stopped at a large door. "Third is where you'll be sent, securing three interconnected vaults where the source of the bombing originated from." Moldover said as the door opened to a massive room.
Cooper paused, both from what he had just heard and the sheer look of the room. The most eye catching was that of a one armed Ghoul, clearing going through the early stages of feralization. On one wall was a map with three points of interest, all south of their current position. He could see Soldiers and officers milling about the room, even a pair of Rangers resting against another wall.
Moldover let out a short cough, catching the attention of those in the room. "Gentlemen, with me is the latest member of Operation Triumvirate. You may recognize him as The Ghoul, he will be working with us for the remainder of this operation." Moldover announced. Cooper watched as many nodded, others just gave him a glance before returning to their work.
"Now," Moldover said before passing a note to him. "This has your room on it, come back here after you've dropped off your supplies." she instructed. Cooper took one last glance at the room full of people hard at work, then nodded.
"Be back in a few." he said before looking at the note, Room 17B it said.
Sienna looked across the various boards set up around her meeting room. Some had points of history and myths about the Wasteland, others were lists of necessary supplies and important information. The largest board in the room had a redrawn map of the whole Wasteland, any territory held by a faction colored differently to show who controlled where.
It was rather surprising too see just how much of the Wasteland lay unclaimed by any major group.
Still, if they wanted to create a new kingdom for Faunus on this continent, they had to set it up far away from any major group.
Stories of the Brotherhood of Steel's treatment of non-humans meant they had to stay away from the Middle and South East areas of the Continent. NCR, STN, and Legio Unum meant the south half of their West Coast was out of the picture as well. With the ROC and the NMCG they couldn't risk setting up on the Mid East Coast either.
Damn them all, why couldn't they see that it was a necessity. That they had to take such action or else Faunus would never truly see true equality.
Not to mention the weather keeping them away from the North Most areas of the continent. Freezing Cold that could rival Atlas' vast Tundras and an unknown amount of radiation contaminating the landscape. Radiation storms and acidic rain, dangerous creatures roaming the Wastes.
Everywhere on this continent was danger, danger they had to prepare for.
"Percy, how much ammunition can we spare for the Colony?" Sienna inquired, turning to a Leopard Faunus with a long spotted tail.
"If we pull half our resources from the Vale Branch, plus Eighty percent from the Vacuo Branch, that would add another five years worth of ammo." Percy answered.
Sienna hummed for a moment before looking back at the board. "Pull all our resources from the Vacuo Branch, have our brothers and sisters based in the Kingdom shipped to either homebase or our other branches." She instructed. Vacuo was no longer worth it, too many losses, too little gain.
The faunus around her all looked at her in shock for a moment, then nodded. "Understood ma'am." Percy said before he pulled out his scroll and sent out the message.
One of the other Faunus, a lizard faunus with scales known as Kamo, stepped up too her and leaned in. "Miss, Ghira is calling for a meeting, he isn't taking no for an answer." The Kamo said. Sienna had to resist sighing as her eyes narrowed.
Of course, she knew this would happen eventually. Ghira had been at the negotiations, he now knew all the tough choices she had to make.
"Miss, do you think?..." Kamo inquired.
"No, if we eliminate Ghira during a meeting it would only raise suspicion." Sienna responded. The people of Menagerie still held Ghira in high regard, even many in the White Fang still hold him in high regard despite his more pacifistic stance.
"Prepare a room, only myself and Ghira shall be allowed in." She instructed. Kamo nodded before rushing off to do as instructed.
Mary had to resist letting out a sigh as she now stood in the command deck of The Roosevelt. She looked out at the pair of Atlas Cruisers nearing ROC airspace. She had two other Airships flying alongside the Roosevelt, ready for anything.
"They're hailing us Ma'am." One of the crew spoke up.
"Put them on." She replied, stepping over too the comms. The terminal screen lit up before it shifted to the image of a middle aged man in military fatigue.
"Specialist Wilhelm, I've been sent to act as Ironwood's representative." Wilhelm said with a stern voice.
"Well Wilhelm, welcome to The Wasteland." Mary greeted quickly.
"I understand that this journey into Brotherhood territory will be dangerous, we'll follow your lead." Wilhelm said calmly.
"Rather quick." Mary mused.
"You know this place, and them, I'd rather the men under my command and those held by the Brotherhood all return alive." Wilhelm stated.
Mary nodded. "It will take several days of travel before we reach Brotherhood Territory, we have radiation scanners and various radar in our craft to detect storms and other forms of harmful weather. If we make any sort of detour, that is the reason." Mary explained.
"I understand, now shall we move out?" Wilhelm inquired.
"Yes, the sooner we reach them, the better." Mary said.
"Well then, good day." Wilhelm said before ending the call.
Mary turned to the Comms worker. "Send the message to The Adams and The Madison, have them trail behind but keep some distance." Mary instructed.
"Yes Ma'am." The worker said before Mary turned back to the window of the Bridge. She could see the Atlas Cruisers moving to follow The Roosevelt.
It would be a long journey ahead for them.
"Alright boys, lets see what the folks from Atlas are made of." Mary mused as she felt The Roosevelt begin to move.