[b][i]Klamath State Legislature, A Week And A Half Later[/i][/b]

Before The War, before even the expansion of the Old USA, there were the Klamath Tribes, a Native American group that, though long-oppressed by the US Government in this timeline, had gained a second renaissance, using their remaining knowledge of nature to find sources of food other than people, making war with the Oregon Cannibals and expanding from their 'Capital', Chiloquin. Needless to say, they had a grudge against 'Old Americans', and it took adept diplomacy from the NCR to get them on-board. Said adept diplomacy included a promise of power and preference, or at least, true freedom and equality. Now the New Klamath Tribes were a notable power bloc in the State Legislature, proudly wearing their tribal garb there.

What was the reason for this exposition, one may ask? Simple, because the State Legislature was meeting now, and the NKT was angry.

"If you are going to give Winema to the settlers, you must give us Crater Lake!" the NKT representative, Surpasses-the-Wind, spoke. "Crater Lake is old Klamath territorry, filled with legend!" Despite his crude speech, Surpasses-the-Wind spoke with passion and fire, already knowing that the battle was half-won; the Klamath Tribes were integral to the strategy against the Oregon Cannibals and the Independent Towns, and while they [i]were now[/i] dependent on trade with the wider NCR, said trade had given them additional clout. That, and the immigrants were, well, immigrants, while the Klamath Tribes have been citizens of Klamath State for decades.

"The settlers are going to complain to their home states if we do that," replied Sally Mayfield, another representative who was now playing Devil's Advocate. "We can't outright deny them the land, and you know it." Her eyes glinted; it seemed she already had a plan.

"Then what do we do?" Surpasses-the-Wind spoke in pretend outrage. "You have much to loose -" intentional misspelling "- too!" He then waited for Sally to respond, and give her own plan:

"Right now," she spoke, "the order of things is first-come, first-serve, as regards to land. However, we control Fort Klamath, which is one gateway to Crater Lake, and you control Chiloquin, which is another, harder, but still possible gateway. If we can declare Fort Klamath an 'unsecured area', then we can temporarily bar settlers from the south from moving on that route, allowing your Tribes to move in on Crater Lake and sieze it, first."

Surpasses-the-Wind smiled. 

[b][i]Winema National Forest[/i][/b]

Jessica Rodgers had returned to Winema now, along with many of her troops. Fort Klamath was secure, but there were still tensions between the Klamath State Militia and the Fort Klamathians, and so some militia presence was necessary. Nevertheless, with the fall of the fort, and the siezure of Crater Lake, the first phase of expansion was done. Now was the time to consolidate, establishing positions for defense and supply, and readying themselves for summer, where they'd educate the new settlers in farming on such a cold and rainy territory. They'd also dig up new wells and cisterns, build new towns and camps, and, of course, welcome the new Hub Corporations, particularly the Lumber and Leatherworking companies.

For now, however, it was a time for rest, a time for relaxation, and a time to prepare. 

[b][i]Mojave Wasteland[/i][/b]

Azuma Asakura, Klamath-Born Adventurer, was travelling with a Caravan to New Vegas, or at least, that was what he was trying to do; he was seeking rumors that new ways into the Mojave had been found. Pausing to adjust his glasses, the young man, clad in a T-Shirt, bulletproof vest, and leather pants, and carrying an assault rifle, took a moment to observe the scene around him.

The caravan, like most caravans going to the Mojave nowadays, was ghoul-heavy, due to the increased amounts of radiation. Its leader was a ghoul herself, Kaori Harukaze, and she was the one who found this path. Azuma smiled, he was usually good with people. Not to the point of naivete, of course, or at least he hoped. Nevertheless, his mood was optimistic; it was the beginning of a new adventure...