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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

Even if you made a White Ring and had the ability to channel the Light, I doubt it would work at all... White rings will only exist if the White Light Entity allows them to. And it acts only when there's an extant threat to itself, like Nekron trying to rip open its' nest inside Earth.

He managed to charm one entity, maybe he can do it again.

Is he going to end up turning someone's logical understanding on how things should work upside down, I wonder? ;)

I can see it.
 
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What comic and issue is that? It looks like it could be anywhere from the 1960s through the 1980s.
 
And I was actually pretty happy being me.

I smile.

Who'd have thought?
With the singular exception of the sod that got the slave ring, all iterations of Paul that were seeded across the multiverse are likely happy being themselves. Including the poor fool who overwrote his soul with Conquest and the moron who injected himself with evil.
 
With the singular exception of the sod that got the slave ring, all iterations of Paul that were seeded across the multiverse are likely happy being themselves. Including the poor fool who overwrote his soul with Conquest and the moron who injected himself with evil.

The one that got the slave ring is happier now that he has a brand new ring.
 
Nekron: "NO! Tiny men crawling all over my naked body. My one and only weakness. NOOOO!!!"


Aren't those ghosts?

I guess that is why Nekron makes black rings in the future, to turn ghost into his army because ghost can actually fuck up his plans as they are already dead they are immune/resistant to his powers?
 
Aren't all of these things that you've been complaining the SI did already have?

Because those are actual weaknesses of the orwnge ring that are gone.

But here he would have to put the work in and assemble the full spectrum and achieve it. The whole point is that it is more difficult to achieve.
 
Fallin (part 1)
15th May 2282
07:16 MTZ


General Vialla leans back in his office chair, regarding me with an air of amused curiosity. His jaw moves, causing his cigar to wave up and down for a moment. Then he gives his head a small shake, pulls out the cigar and lays it in one of his desk's three ashtrays.

"What..? What is this?"

I know where the members of the presidential guard around me are standing of course, but I make a point of turning my head to look at each of them. And the gauss rifles that they're pointing at me. I didn't think that Costa del Sol was advanced enough to produce them and… Yes, they're clearly the pre-war America model. But are they newly built or restored? None of the soldiers fighting along the shores of the Colorado river are carrying anything like that, but we're still not certain how enthusiastic the General is about his alliance with Caesar's Legion.

Oh, for the days before everyone started recruiting Hubologist missionaries to shield their senior politicians and commanders and I could just look into someone's mind to find out things like that. You'd think that a group so focused on freeing the full potential of the human mind would embrace 'Esotericists' like myself, but… No. There's one route to the Sky Father and 'suppressors' like us are, apparently, not it.

"It's an attempt to negotiate peace, General."

"Eh. Eh, eh-" He raises his right forefinger and waves it at me. "-eh, eh. President. We are a democracy now."

I raise my eyebrows slightly, and he draws himself up.

"My people love me as I love them! I do not fear the ballot box!"

And from what my agents have been able to gather, he is genuinely popular here. Years ago his mercenary company drove off a horde of mirklurks that were threatening the region's population centres more or less pro bono, and he rose to power on the resulting wave of popular support. The work generated by the weapon factories he constructed here as their main industry and the money generated when he ships them to everyone certainly hasn't hurt. Even the NCR forces occupying the Baja Peninsula used to buy from him, before he allied himself with Mr. Sallow.

"I apologise. I wasn't aware of your political reform, Mister President."

"Perhaps some day my people will remember me as your people remember President Tandi, eh?"

"It-. Given your popularity, I… Suppose that's not impossible. Though I should point out that I'm not actually an NCR citizen."

"Oh?! Sure!"

He grins broadly, and his bodyguard chuckle at the boss's joke.

"No, really. I come from a tribe to the north of New Vegas. We're called the Sky Walkers?"

He shrugs, spreading his arms wide and shaking his head.

"Well, the… Important part is that while we cooperate with the NCR on a number of issues, we're not members of the NCR. Or at war with Caesar's Legion."

"Heeeey." He frowns. "I wouldn't have someone shot while they were trying to surrender to me." He goes back to smiling. "That just makes people stop surrendering!"

His guards make noises of polite amusement.

"In point of fact, sir, I'm not surrendering. I'm here to negotiate. The white flag indicates that I come in peace, not that I wish to submit."

He shrugs, this time with a somewhat smaller gesture. Then he nods to his guards, who move their weapons to the 'at rest' position.

"Okay. You're here. We're at peace. What do you want to negotiate?"

"Ideally, Costa del Sol's exit from the current war between the NCR and the Legion."

"Yeah, I guessed that. What I don't understand is what you think has changed. Eh? The Legion enters the Mojave at will. They cross the Colorado at will. I don't see a reason to turn my back on my best customers."

"Sure, they can cross the river. But the NCR has forts and lookout points all along the river now. Whenever they fight, it's the Legion attacking into prepared positions without the sort of firepower they'd need in order to make that sort of battle work. Firepower their ideology doesn't allow them to learn to make."

"Who do you think makes it, eh?"

"And the war with the Crimson Acolytes just finished."

"Who?"

"A tribe to the north of NCR territory, led by a mad psychic. The NCR conquered and tributised it recently."

I.. hesitate, twitching in my robes as I get a momentary flashback of my right arm being sawn off by the Odious King's acolytes for his consumption. 'Tributised' seems like a rather trivialised way to describe what we had to do to stop that cannibal lunatic's brand of telepathically infectious madness. Or why the NCR was willing to abandon its efforts to remove Mr. House from his position in Vegas at my request. Having about a third of your army regarding a person as the second coming of Jesus does tend to give them a good deal of influence over a state. Why Colonel Andrew Shaw Senior is now in charge of the NCR's Gamma Company and why no one talks shit about super mutants in Shady Sands any more.

"You okay, man? You kinda just stopped talking."

"It wasn't a pleasant campaign. But it's over, and the NCR is transferring assets that were deployed in the north to the south, along with auxiliaries from the tributised tribes. Once they've arrived, the NCR will begin to push in earnest, and my tribe will declare war as well. Have you ever seen a psychic weapon, Mister President?"

"A-heh. 'Psychic weapon'? You mean like, ah…" He gestures to his bodyguards. "Pre-war military technology? Or are you a magician, like that crazy woman down south?"

I hold up my hands slightly. "Nothing up this sleeve." I roll up my right sleeve. "Nothing up this sleeve." I roll up my left.

He actually sits up, looking more attentive. "You going to do a magic trick? I like magic tricks."

I point my regrown right arm at his ash tray and curl my fingers slightly. The cigar floats up into the air. I move my hand and it follows. I raise my right forefinger and rotate it, and the cigar spins.

"By a combination of pre-war technology and alien technology, my tribe has developed psychic powers." Which he knows, or he wouldn't have gone to the Hubologists. He didn't last this long by being stupid or by giving away information. "We can read minds, befuddle the senses, lift-."

"Cigars?" He pulls it out of the air and looks at it. "As a general, I have to tell you, that won't be as useful as you think."

I smile calmly, lower my hands to my sides and lift his desk to the ceiling. His bodyguard follow a moment later, their weapons falling to the floor.

"But that-" His sidearm is already out and pointing at my face. "-is." I bow. "Your pardon. I felt that a demonstration was necessary."

I gently lower both desk and guards to the ground, where they scramble to their feet, grab their weapons and then point them at me with a heightened degree of concern.

The president's weapon is completely steady, still pointing directly at my face. And the easy humour in his expression has gone. "Your people, they can all do this?"

"No, there are specialisations. I'm middle of the road. I can do a little of everything, but my telepathy isn't as strong as a dedicated telepath's would be."

"What does the NCR want?"

"In essence, if you remove your forces from the front line and refrain from attacking the NCR or its allies, they will avoid attacking you. Once you are sure that Caesar is too busy to retaliate, you will break your alliance with him and stop supplying him. Once the war is over, the NCR will recognise your pre-war borders and you will renounce your claims on Baja California."

He nods.

"Alternately, you can break your alliance with Caesar and ally with the NCR. We're in need of a local partner. The ability to buy arms locally and to have a starting point for our invasion of the Legion's home territory would be very useful. In the event of our victory, it is likely that the NCR would want you to expand your area of control in this region as a long term ally."

"How 'likely'?"

"You'd get at least something, though it would depend on how much you contributed. If you want to make a precise offer, I'll be able to get you a precise offer in return."

"Generous."

"The NCR feels that with the Legion out of the picture, you can be relied upon not to threaten its core interests. But until then they do want something else."

"What?"

"The NCR is interested in long term peace with you. As such, they feel that it is best if they build strong relationships with the next generation of Costa del Sol's leaders. And ensuring that those leaders aren't killed by Legion frumentarii. Your sons Miguel and Antonio would travel to Shady Sands to begin attending the Tandi Memorial School, while your daughter Lucia would continue her studies at the Roswell Institute of Esoteric Technology."

"Hostages."

"No, they would not be harmed under any circumstances. If you did backstab us, we would keep them safe and use them as puppet leaders when we took control of your territory. Harming them gets us nothing. And we genuinely want to build peaceful long term relations. Which will be easier if the NCR's future president is an old school friend and if they can read our minds."

"My daughter will get magic like yours?"

"Ultimately, I want everyone to have abilities like mine. But… Family first, friends second, everyone else, time permitting."

He nods.

"I will need to talk this through with their mothers. You will stay a few days?"

"Certainly." I bow again. "Thank you for your time, Mister President."
 
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15th May 2282
07:16 MTZ


General Vialla leans back in his office chair, regarding me with an air of amused curiosity. His jaw moves, causing his cigar to wave up and down for a moment. Then he gives his head a small shake, pulls out the cigar and lays it in one of his desk's three ashtrays.
Old World Blues again? Took me a quick look back to remind myself of this Paul's psuedonym: Krono. Though for a second I thought you'd started playing Tropico or something... :p

"What..? What is this?"

I know where the members of the presidential guard around me are standing of course, but I make a point of turning my head to look at each of them. And the gauss rifles that they're pointing at me. I didn't think that Costa del Sol was advanced enough to produce them and… Yes, they're clearly the pre-war America model. But are they newly built or restored? None of the soldiers fighting along the shores of the Colorado river are carrying anything like that, but we're still not certain how enthusiastic the General is about his alliance with Caesar's Legion.
Sounds like someone is supplying the generalissimo with some old tech... I take it that's one of the reasons Krono's talking to him.

Oh, for the days before everyone started recruiting Hubologist missionaries to shield their senior politicians and commanders and I could just look into someone's mind to find out things like that. You'd think that a group so focused on freeing the full potential of the human mind would embrace 'Esotericists' like myself, but… No. There's one route to the Sky Father and 'suppressors' like us are, apparently, not it.

"It's an attempt to negotiate peace, General."
Sounds like sassy (and sloppy) AI responses. Develop Psychics for your state? Everyone else develops anti-psychic tech suspiciously quickly...

"Eh. Eh, eh-" He raises his right forefinger and waves it at me. "-eh, eh. President. We are a democracy now."

I raise my eyebrows slightly, and he draws himself up.

"My people love me as I love them! I do not fear the ballot box!"
Not as long as it's your people filling them, eh? And were there any other candidates?

And from what my agents have been able to gather, he is genuinely popular here. Years ago his mercenary company drove off a horde of mirklurks that were threatening the region's population centres more or less pro bono, and he rose to power on the resulting wave of popular support. The work generated by the weapon factories he constructed here as their main industry and the money generated when he ships them to everyone certainly hasn't hurt. Even the NCR forces occupying the Baja Peninsula used to buy from him, before he allied himself with Mr. Sallow.
Huh. Interesting. The joy of minor side-quests having big payoffs.

"I apologise. I wasn't aware of your political reform, Mister President."

"Perhaps some day my people will remember me as your people remember President Tandi, eh?"
That's a good thing, right? I do not know much Fallout Lore, besides it's styled after The Fifties' vision of the future, and a Nuclear War happened.

"It-. Given your popularity, I… Suppose that's not impossible. Though I should point out that I'm not actually an NCR citizen."

"Oh?! Sure!"
"Is cool, is cool, we get Illegals passing through all the time!"

He grins broadly, and his bodyguard chuckle at the boss's joke.

"No, really. I come from a tribe to the north of New Vegas. We're called the Sky Walkers?"
Couldn't resist the joke, eh, Krono? Are your best Psychics called Jedi? :D

He shrugs, spreading his arms wide and shaking his head.

"Well, the… Important part is that while we cooperate with the NCR on a number of issues, we're not members of the NCR. Or at war with Caesar's Legion."
Surprising. I do know that the Legion are misogynistic assholes... And that they generally don't make friends, just enemies and slaves.

"Heeeey." He frowns. "I wouldn't have someone shot while they were trying to surrender to me." He goes back to smiling. "That just makes people stop surrendering!"

His guards make noises of polite amusement.
The man has a point. Get a reputation for no mercy or quarter, and people stop asking for it, which means having to scrape every last loyalist out of a territory...

"In point of fact, sir, I'm not surrendering. I'm here to negotiate. The white flag indicates that I come in peace, not that I wish to submit."

He shrugs, this time with a somewhat smaller gesture. Then he nods to his guards, who move their weapons to the 'at rest' position.
Well, at least they aren't pointing their guns at you anymore. Not that it would have helped them if things went bad...

"Okay. You're here. We're at peace. What do you want to negotiate?"

"Ideally, Costa del Sol's exit from the current war between the NCR and the Legion."
Now, what's he going to offer? Because I doubt the General President has much he wants... Unless he's looking to improve his people's lots.

"Yeah, I guessed that. What I don't understand is what you think has changed. Eh? The Legion enters the Mojave at will. They cross the Colorado at will. I don't see a reason to turn my back on my best customers."

"Sure, they can cross the river. But the NCR has forts and lookout points all along the river now. Whenever they fight, it's the Legion attacking into prepared positions without the sort of firepower they'd need in order to make that sort of battle work. Firepower their ideology doesn't allow them to learn to make."
That sort of work being beneath 'Real Men', eh? Still, they're definitely in the weaker position from the sound of it.

"Who do you think makes it, eh?"

"And the war with the Crimson Acolytes just finished."
To quote Korath The Pursuer in 'Guardians of the Galaxy': "Who?"

"Who?"

"A tribe to the north of NCR territory, led by a mad psychic. The NCR conquered and tributised it recently."
From the name, I'm guessing the equivalent of Khorne Worshippers: Blood and slaughter!

I.. hesitate, twitching in my robes as I get a momentary flashback of my right arm being sawn off by the Odious King's acolytes for his consumption. 'Tributised' seems like a rather trivialised way to describe what we had to do to stop that cannibal lunatic's brand of telepathically infectious madness. Or why the NCR was willing to abandon its efforts to remove Mr. House from his position in Vegas at my request. Having about a third of your army regarding a person as the second coming of Jesus does tend to give them a good deal of influence over a state. Why Colonel Andrew Shaw Senior is now in charge of the NCR's Gamma Company and why no one talks shit about super mutants in Shady Sands any more.
And I wish we could have seen all that play out. But alas, we're stuck with mere glimpses into Krono's life, same as most of the Alternates...

"You okay, man? You kinda just stopped talking."

"It wasn't a pleasant campaign. But it's over, and the NCR is transferring assets that were deployed in the north to the south, along with auxiliaries from the tributised tribes. Once they've arrived, the NCR will being to push in earnest, and my tribe will declare war as well. Have you ever seen a psychic weapon, Mister President?"
So the NCR intend to roll their way down the river, sweeping all resistance before them?

"A-heh. 'Psychic weapon'? You mean like, ah…" He gestures to his bodyguards. "Pre-war military technology? Or are you a magician, like that crazy woman down south?"

I hold up my hands slightly. "Nothing up this sleeve." I roll up my right sleeve. "Nothing up this sleeve." I roll up my left.
Like he needs hands to kill every last person in this room?

He actually sits up, looking more attentive. "You going to do a magic trick? I like magic tricks."

I point my regrown right arm it at his ash tray and curl my fingers slightly. The cigar floats up into the air. I move my hand and it follows. I raise my right forefinger and rotate it, and the cigar spins.
Ah, the joy of advanced alien medical technology. Though the trick isn't all that impressive. But lifting the whole building might make him angry...

"By a combination of pre-war technology and alien technology, my tribe has developed psychic powers." Which he knows, or he wouldn't have gone to the Hubologists. He didn't last this long by being stupid or by giving away information. "We can read minds, befuddle the senses, lift-."

"Cigars?" He pulls it out of the air and looks at it. "As a general, I have to tell you, that won't be as useful as you think."
Playing dumb, eh? After all, he's clearly heard stories of the potency of Psychics if he's got anti-Psychics in place...

I smile calmly, lower my hands to my sides and lift his desk to the ceiling. His bodyguard follow a moment later, their weapons falling to the floor.

"But that-" His sidearm is already out and pointing at my face. "-is." I bow. "Your pardon. I felt that a demonstration was necessary."
I'll give the man this, he is professional when it counts, isn't he? Not even a moment of hesitation or shock, just 'shit, my guards!' and pulls his gun.

I gently lower both desk and guards to the ground, where they scramble to their feet, grab their weapons and then point them at me with a heightened degree more concern.

The president's weapon is completely steady, still pointing directly at my face. And the easy humour in his expression has gone. "Your people, they can all do this?"
I see he's a lot more interested now, eh? Imagining how he could expand his borders with a Psychic army?

"No, there are specialisations. I'm middle of the road. I can do a little of everything, but my telepathy isn't as strong as a dedicated telepath's would be."

"What does the NCR want?"
Ah, yes, all business now. No more General Alkazar here. Now I see how he managed to work his way into running a country.

"In essence, if you remove your forces from the front line and refrain from attacking the NCR or its allies, they will avoid attacking you. Once you are sure that Caesar is too busy to retaliate, you will break your alliance with him and stop supplying him. Once the war is over, the NCR will recognise your pre-war borders and you will renounce your claims on Baja California."

He nods."
Not so sure of his chances of standing against the NCR and its' allies, I see. There's a man who knows which way the winds of change are blowing.

"Alternately, you can break your alliance with Caesar and ally with the NCR. We're in need of a local partner. The ability to buy arms locally and to have a starting point for our invasion of the Legion's home territory would be very useful. In the event of our victory, it is likely that the NCR would want you to expand your area of control in this region as a long term ally."

"How 'likely'?"
In other words, play nice, work with us, and get rewarded. Stand against us, well...

"You'd get at least something, though it would depend on how much you contributed. If you want to make a precise offer, I'll be able to get you a precise offer in return."

"Generous."
And smart enough to hedge his bets, eh?

"The NCR feels that with the Legion out of the picture, you can be relied upon not to threaten its core interests. By until then they do want something else."

"What?"
In other words, they think he's easier to manipulate than any possible replacement...

"The NCR is interested in long term peace with you. As such, they feel that it is best if they build strong relationships with the next generation of Costa del Sol's leaders. And ensuring that those leaders aren't killed by Legion frumentarii. Your sons Miguel and Antonio would travel to Shady Sands to begin attending the Tandi Memorial School, while your daughter Lucia would continue her studies at the Roswell Institute of Esoteric Technology."

"Hostages."
Eh, hardly. Krono can at least make sure the NCR don't pull anything. If they do, he'll know.

"No, they would not be harmed under any circumstances. If you did backstab us, we would keep them safe and use them as puppet leaders when we took control of your territory. Harming them gets us nothing. And we genuinely want to build peaceful long term relations. Which will be easier if the NCR's future president is an old school friend and if they can read our minds."

"My daughter will get magic like yours?"
Honesty! But couching it in terms friendly to the generalissimo...

"Ultimately, I want everyone to have abilities like mine. But… Family first, friends second, everyone else, time permitting."

He nods.
No doubt there are those amongst his allies who have secret doubts about his goals... This is not an era for charity and selflessness, is it?

"I will need to talk this through with their mothers. You will stay a few days?"

"Certainly." I bow again. "Thank you for your time, Mister President."
Seems he's liking the sound of the offer. After all, he stands to make a lot of money and political capital...

Heh, was not expecting this again. Wonder if Krono's people have had any successes from Krona's corpse. Then again, it may take years for that to show any profit... And he's got a nation to keep safe...
 
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That sort of work being beneath 'Real Men', eh?

Ahh, misogyny.

Truly it's a useless philosophy.

To quote Korath The Pursuer in 'Guardians of the Galaxy': "Who?"

Now I wanna read about Krono dancing and others calling him an idiot.

And I wish we could have seen all that play out. But alas, we're stuck with mere glimpses into Krono's life, same as most of the Alternates...

We have seen the past of some of the others, like Fantasy, so we may get one of this guy.

No doubt there are those amongst his allies who have secret doubts about his goals... This is not an era for charity and selflessness, is it?

Seeing as this place is kinda like Mad Max, no it really isn't.
 
Of course, after the Legion update the Legion tends to become a ludicrously large juggernaut in OWB. To the extent that they have to artificially weaken it by not allowing the eastern half of the Legion's territory to participate in the war against the NCR.

Granted, OWB also allows the Legion to match the NCR in a lot of technological areas. At least when it comes to their army. I think it was mostly just naval and air techs that the mod forces the Legion to keep on a tribal level.

Which tends to result in, at least in the games I've played, the Legion being triumphant.

Will be interesting to see what the eventual NCR update looks like. And the Chicago Enclave update. And if they ever get to the east coast, the Capital Wasteland update. Though the latter mostly depends on if they make the Lone Wanderer not exist in the same way they made the Courier not exist in their mod.
 
Dammit wish this was its own fic I love fallout and adore great si's and this looks so interesting.
Given how badly Zoat is butchering the setting with made up fan game lore... It's really and truly for the best that it's not...

Because it has about as much actual relationship to Fallout as Wasteland does at this point. Actually... It probably has less given Wasteland was at least made by the same people...
 
Given how badly Zoat is butchering the setting with made up fan game lore... It's really and truly for the best that it's not...

Because it has about as much actual relationship to Fallout as Wasteland does at this point.
Could you just fucking leave at this point, or something?

It is one thing to whine about DC stuff- it's the main continuity of the story, some of your whining could be percieved as genuine criticism


But this here is just "Bwah! Stuff doesn't align with what I want, imma whine!".
Zoat isn't shy about pointing out it's the mod's lore. Every single time.
Shut your trap about that one, at the very least, will ya?
 
Eh, hardly. Krono can at least make sure the NCR don't pull anything. If they do, he'll know.

No, this is pretty much exactly what old school political hostage taking was like.

Children/heirs of one power being put into the care of another as both a sign of good faith and insurance. Hostages like this were pretty much always treated very well and given a good education. Naturally, said education tended to favor the view point of the power they were being held by in the hopes of fostering a positive view of said power so as to make future arrangements go smoother and easier.
 
Ah, Gente Del Sol, my favorite of the Mexican nations in OWB. Played well, it can profit mightily from the Legion's wars while keeping their markets open to all.

Also, they have Rico's Roughnecks as a focus for allying with the RRG, which I just adore.
In virtually all of my games The Republic of the Rio Grande gets conquered by Santa Anna. And that's with me buffing their start to the maximum.
Sounds like someone is supplying the generalissimo with some old tech... I take it that's one of the reasons Krono's talking to him.
No. It turns out that there's basically a huge pre-War American arms dump in his territory. It got buried in the Great War, but he's now in a position to excavate it.
Not as long as it's your people filling them, eh? And where there any other candidates?
Surprisingly, it was a pretty honest election. By Fallout standards.
That's a good thing, right? I do not know much Fallout Lore, besides it's styled after The Fifties' vision of the future, and a Nuclear War happened.
She inherited the rulership of a medium-sized farming town and ended up leading a major nation state which she built up through mostly peaceful means. She was a gosh darn miracle worker.
Surprising. I do know that the Legion are misogynistic assholes... And that they generally don't make friends, just enemies and slaves.
No, the Legion are great at making friends. The guy who leads Caesar's bodyguard? They killed his whole family and he thinks they had it coming.
That sort of work being beneath 'Real Men', eh? Still, they're definitely in the weaker position from the sound of it.
The ideology of the Legion is a little more complicated than that. It's more that they're not supposed to have any sort of self-preservation instinct. It's all supposed to be sacrificed in the service to the state.
From the name, I'm guessing the equivalent of Khorne Worshippers: Blood and slaughter!
No. More Tzeentch, really. Their elite are all psykers (that's literally what their in-game special forces are called) who have heard a strange melody and want to share it with everyone. Their final focus leads to an arcane ritual which turns their leader into a Not! daemon prince.
Of course, after the Legion update the Legion tends to become a ludicrously large juggernaut in OWB. To the extent that they have to artificially weaken it by not allowing the eastern half of the Legion's territory to participate in the war against the NCR.
In my Seraph Lords game, the Legion was conquered in its entirety by the Provisional Republic of Texas.
Is the Fallout Si aware of things like the Insitute or Big MT? Their tech would be very interesting.
He had no foreknowledge of those places, and isn't all that interested in most of their stuff. Groom Lake and Paradise have more than enough advanced technology for him to play with.
And he is an ally of House, is that correct?
Yes.
 
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