Six ran a hand over one of the gun cases in the armory. All around him, weapons of all forms were arranged throughout the room. This room, along with many others, serves as a reminder of all his work throughout the wasteland.
Finally his hands stopped as he grabbed Medicine Stick and holstered the rifle on his back. His hands continued, pausing as they lingered over his favorite handguns. Lucky, The Mysterious Magnum, Maria, A Light Shining in Darkness, and a Ranger Sequoia were all holstered in the wall. In the end he grabbed The Sequoia, placing it in a holster within his Duster. For his last pick he grabbed Big Boomer and put it on his belt.
Moving onto another wall lined with all manner of Melee Weapons. all forms of Gauntlets, blades, and bludgeoning instruments sat neatly organized. Quickly grabbing both Blood Nap and Chance's Knife and sheathing on the left shoulder of his coat. To end it off, he grabbed his sword, the one weapon he's had since the beginning.
With a quick nod he grabbed the helmet for his Elite Riot Gear and hooked it to his belt. Passing the row of Armor from his adventures as he pulled out his shades and put them on.
Walking out he found his chosen "confidants" for this meeting all ready. Raul leaning against the wall next to a motorcycle. Veronica and Christine in their armor, passing small flirty glances at one another. Marcus making idle chatter with Arcade while looking over ED-E. A few representatives from the likes of the Followers, The Four Vegas Families, and the Big MT workforce also littered the room.
They all turned to him as he gave a small nod. In one quick motion he pulled out the Big MT transponder and looked to all of them. "Tommorrow, we meet our new neighbors." Six joked as he actived the Transponder.
Nate huffed as he wandered through the halls of Vault 88. What had once been an unfinished work of Vault Tech Horror, now standing as a new hope to aid the Commonwealth. Tunnels and caves now filled with passages and centers of commerce. Deeper in housed labs designed by collaboration (both East and West), that were only rivaled by far older institutions.
Within one of these labs was a prototype transporter. It was based off of a fusion of old Institute designs alongside more refined Big MT and Zetan transporter tech. It even had its own powersource, separate from the rest of the Vault. It was one of the most resource intensive projects in the Common Wealth, but it bore fruit.
To his sides strode a few chosen allies to stand with him. Nick Valentine and Piper strode to his right, one for information, the other for the story. To his left was Strong and Macready, both carrying extra weapons if need be. In front of him was Dogmeat, leading the way with a purposeful step.
Behind their main group was a small group of Elite Minutemen, there too aid security and ensure their presence.
Stepping into the room they found a few scientists hard at working. Readings over energy efficiency and teleportation accuracy floating across the screen. Nate cleared his throat to get their attention, only receiveing small nods as one of them turned to him.
"Destination in mind Sir?" The scientist inquired.
Nate said nothing, instead handing a holotape too the Scientist in question. "Be prepared for it to take a lot of power, we're going across the country." Nate explained. The Scientist looked over to the large crowd gathered near the entrance.
"Two trips, maybe three." They stated.
Nate just nodded, turning too the gathered Minutemen. The men already in the process of sorting themselves into three groups. Nate looked to his companions, an unspoken instruction was given as they split themselves amongst the groups. Dogmeat stuck with him while Nick and Strong went with the second group as Piper and Macready went with the third.
Nate stepped forward, both Dogmeat and the first group of Minutemen joining him as they entered the chamber. He gave a brief nod before the machine activated.
Redhawk stepped through the streets of Outpost Vigilance. Bear Force One had landed just the day before and he had spent it getting to know the area. All around him people were getting the site ready for their guests.
They had to make a good impression.
Still, Outpost Vigilance was a sight to behold. To look out West, too see an endless expanse of Ocean, more water than anyone in the NCR would ever imagine. The efforts of the late Kimball following the "end" of the Mojave Campaign. Old world ships, military and civilian alike, being restored with supplies sent by the Valdess and airship.
A full fleet for the New California Republic, for whatever they might need.
Not to mention the islands East of Fort Vigilance, full of fruits and old world tech. Pre-War military bases and even a lone vault on the most populated of the islands.
Still, too his original point, their guests.
He had read the gathered reports on Remnant and they reminded him of both Pre-War America and the modern Wasteland itself, both the good and the bad.
Vale was peaceful, boasting a living standard comparible to the likes of the NCR or Pre-War American citizens. Mistral was massive and corrupt, much like many a Pre-War corporation or their own Brahmin Barron issues. Atlas reminded him of the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave far more than he was comfortable with. Vacuo was just like every Wasteland tribe mashed into one, constantly bombarded by horrid conditions and strife, yet still standing.
Places like Mantle or Menagerie were a bit more interesting. Mantle, the predecessor of Atlas, was now just a slave to its floating successor. Menagerie reminded him of places like Jacobstown or Dayglow, minorities shunned by the rest of society forced to make out a living on their own.
Far more connections than what he was used too, and more questions than what he had planned.
"Sir!!! Sir!!" The shouts of an approaching soldier interrupted his musings.
The Ghoul was about to get between them, but Redhawk let the soldier approach. "What is it Sergeant Matthews?" Redhawk inquired.
"The other dignitaries from the wasteland have begun arriving. Six arrived first and the Minuteman General arrived not long after." Matthews explained.
"Bring Me to them." Redhawk instructed. Mattews nodded and turned back the way he came. Redhawk followed, setting a firm pace as men cleared his way.
It took ten minutes to reach the base's "Secret" nexus, a room dedicated to keeping the base truly connected to the mainland. Around the entrance he could see Six and his entourage milling about while Nate and a small militias worth of Minutemen were scattered about.
Redhawk cleared his throat, getting the attention of those gathered. "Six... General... " Redhawk said calmly as he approached. Six just nodded in response as Nate turned to him. Redhawk held his hand out; "Its a pleasure to finally meet you in person." he said too Nate.
"Indeed, usually it's only been a representative." Nate commented.
"Ah... last time the president left the homeland he almost got assassinated thrice over." Redhawk waved off as The Ghoul and Six shook their heads.
"Definitely explains the security." Nate replied as he looked all around the base.
Redhawk nodded. "We've got quarters set up for all your men to spend the night, just follow Sergeant Matthews." he said. "Feel free to check around the common areas while we await our guests arrival." he instructed.
Then he paused.
"Is Mary also coming?" he inquired.
"Soon, she said she'll be there before our guests." Nate replied.
"Speaking of other guests?..." Six chimed in.
"They're on a boat headed here, should arrive before the end of the night." Redhawk answered, knowing full damn well who Six was asking about. Six chuckled in response before nodding. "Now gentlemen, I believe that we should begin planning our next order of business for when our guests arrive." Redhawk said.
"Understood, where too?" Nate inquired before he turned to the Minutemen around him.
"You and Six, plus your other chosen representatives follow me, everyone else can follow Matthews to the common areas." Redhawk instructed.
Redhawk watched as the groups split, keeping an eye as that Synth detective joined Nate. He turned, gesturing for them too follow.
Mary stood over a gravestone, her father's gravestone. There was a tense silence as she tried to think of what too say.
"Dad..." She trailed off before huffing in frustration. "The world's changed dad." She started.
"We have neighbors, people who have lived different loves dad." She continued. "What I... What we are going to do, will change the world for the better." She stopped.
"These people, they call their world Remnant, it may be infested with monsters the likes of which the Wasteland has never seen, but the people there have carved out better lives for themselves." She explained.
"You'd be amazed by what they have, I can already see the shock on your face from such a sight." Mary chuckled while wiping tears from her face.
"We'll be forming alliances with them, deals and arrangements to better the lives of the people." Mary said.
"Imagine people in the Wasteland who never have to endure food shortages, or improved weapons to fend off whatever hellish thing is crawling through the brushes." Mary stopped.
"Hell, Six was rambling on about saving horses from extinction." Mary broke into soft laughter.
"My point is dad, I hope, where ever you are, you are proud of me and what I'm doing. I'm still not sure how it will all play out, but I'm positive about it." Mary said before she leaned down and rested a small book on the grave.
She stood up, resting her parallel hand on her Pip-Boy. "Alright, take me up boys." She spoke into the Pip-Boy before a bright light enveloped her.
