[color=1a7b30][b]John Fulman- Arctic Haven Commander
The Ultra-Luxe, New Vegas[/b][/color]

John sniffed carefully, trying to halt a sneeze. He'd watched since his small monologue, he eyed the argument in the room carefully and got up, quietly heading to the door while the rest of the room seemed embroiled in their border disputes. He'd kept his aide outside the meeting room as had been asked of him but he brought him into the room and whispered into his ear as the room argued, likely paying him no mind. "Fox. Keep here as my representative in my absence. I'm going back to the TCC, we may need our soldiers to put on a show to impress some of these folks here and lure in some business. Just say I had a meeting to attend back at our temporary base if anyone asks. But your real reason here is to keep that Pipboy 2000 on the table there relaying the audio of this meeting to the TCC so we can archive this meeting. Don't do anything to draw attention to it, just leave it idle as if you're uninterested or it's off." Tundra Fox saluted, his US Army patch flying upward as it connected with the long destroyed skin of his Ghoul forehead, without a word and John nodded as he exited the meeting room.

[color=1a7b30][b]New Vegas Temporary Command Center (TCC), Allied Technologies Offices[/b][/color]

John had arrived back at base via monorail route and went to looked around the base. Due to the survey team's inspection, the Pre-War office structure was quarantined off as uninhabitable for administrative purposes and blocked off with black and yellow tape. The base itself was well protected with ten feet concrete walls, each section of wall locked in place with massive support and hinge mechanisms. The men and women not assigned to direct Command communications were in the processes of a mock combat drill, using the old concrete barriers and cars found around the area as battlefield pieces, their guns using bean bag rounds and rubber bullets. It would still hurt, but the intention was to train them to hone their combat prowess. John fired his 10mm pistol into a nearby patch of dirt, "Cease fire!". The soldiers immediately dropped their previous actions and stood at parade rest.

John began to pace up and down the way, his troops having not had time to form ranks, "Wolves. The hour may be coming where you are sent once more into the fires of war." His face was grim as he continued, "You were trained for this, you still train for this. But soon the hour may come when all that training is needed. Ever since the Atomic Fire purged earth of America, we have been a land divided. Our founders of our Haven had a dream for us. A nation of soldiers, for soldiers, by soldiers. We do not take sides beyond where we're paid to and it's always been this way. We go where we're needed and we serve no one but ourselves. These nations and states, their petty bickering is their fight, not ours. When you die in the field on a deployment, you do not die for them, you die for our principles as mercenaries of war. Look to your left and look to your right, your brothers, your sisters, you all wear patches of foreign service not of the Haven and you put it aside for a higher purpose. No longer are you Legion, Brotherhood or NCR. No longer are you US Army or Chinese PLA. You are Arctic Wolves now, defenders of our den. Our Haven. We do the fighting these elite see themselves as 'too pure' for. For the Haven!" The soldiers raised their fists in the air in a salute, "For the haven!" John raised his hand to them, "Now go! All of you! Return your LTLs to the armory, grab your gear and get to your drilling. We want to look sharp for prospective contracts." John went back to his command trailer and went over to the audio officer's desk to listen in on the feed coming out of the Pipboy data.

((OOC: Gingy, since the Pipboy 2000 is still a RobCo device, if House deems it of worth, he can intercept data being transmitted if you feel like it. It's just the conference, but if you can find a plot/sub-plot you'd find interest in, you're welcome to use that open door if you're interested. Same applies to anyone with a sophisticated network nearby really.))