[u][b]Commonwealth of Pennsylvania[/b][/u]

[i][u][b]Halls of Congress - Bethlehem, PA[/b][/u][/i]

Various men walked around talking and discussing various issues. They were all clad in black outfits. They were wearing the official uniform of government employees and Representatives. To someone with knowledge of pre-war history would recognize their outfits from the old Quaker and Puritan communities. However, there was one person that stood among the group, a red headed woman, dressed in a black skirt, with a black blazer with white shirt and red tie. 

Many of those in attendance intently listened to her as she spoke, "Very soon I and my delegation will set off for New Vegas. We will represent our great Commonwealth and further our cause and influence. As your governor, she made her way through the throng of men and left the building. She looked behind at what once was a library, after the bombs had fallen it was retrofitted and turned into the house of government along with the former city hall across the plaza. 

She boarded the vertibird along with her delegation and guards. The guards were dressed in blue, their outfits resembling the outfits of the old Colonial army. They were greatly influenced by the outfits of the Minutemen in the Massachusetts Commonwealth. However, they carried assault rifles instead of muskets.  

As she sat on the vertibird, one of her delegates insisted on praying before takeoff. Sam wanted to roll her eyes, but bowed her head. Soon the vertibird took off and headed off for New Vegas. She couldn't help but wonder why she had received an invitation to this convention. Why would they need to worry about what these Western countries thought? Her concern was the presence of the Cult at the convention, and just what they might be up to.

She had read many reports about what was happening in western PA. Her people were worried about their spreading influence. Even though they accepted all religions, they were fearful of this cult and their beliefs. 

[i][u][b]Next Day - McCarran Airport [/b][/u][/i]

The Vertibird landed at the old Airport. Waiting on the Tarmac was a series of Stagecoaches. She and her delegation boarded the stagecoaches and headed for New Vegas. The Brahmin pulled coaches moved at a steady pace toward the city walls. As she looked out the window she was amazed to be able to gaze upon the Strip once again. However, her companions were deep in prayer, praying for the souls of the sinners that lived in this modern Sodom & Gomorrah. 

As the stagecoach was getting closer to the city walls, a large contingent of men on horseback rode away from the city. They were clad in armor and dressed in red. They were blaring a horn and rode at great speed. Something was up, they seemed angry. She saw the guards sitting on top of the coach in front of hers, they had their hands on their guns, they were clearly on edge by these strangers. They put their guns away as the riders disappeared. 

She had lived in New Vegas, and she recognized them as legionnaires. However, why they were leaving the city, she had no idea.  As they arrived at the gates they slowly entered and approached the gates to the Strip. A large group of Securitrons, approached them and requested identification.

Sam stepped out of her stagecoach and handed the securitron their invitation to the meeting. She was informed many of the delegates had arrived and the meeting was already in session. She didn't mind being late, all that meant is that as soon as she walked in, all attention would be on her. 

The Stagecoach slowly made its way down the strip to the Ultra-Luxe. When they passed Gomorrah, the guards were attentively looking at the half naked women parading around. Her fellow delegates were awestruck as well, many were furious at such a display of sin and depravity. But she knew many of them feigned piety, as that was expected of the leaders of the commonwealth. However, the representative from the Amish country refused to even look out the window as he read his old bible. Luckily the Ultra-Luxe was classier.

She spoke to her guards and told them she wanted two of them to accompany her and the remaining 4 to stay outside the casino. She turned to the 5 delegates that accompanied her and motioned for the entrance. As they walked inside, the guards handed their rifles to the security guards, minus their hidden guns. They were led to their destination by fashionably dressed man in a mask.

She approached the conference room and gave a nod to the attendant to announce her arrival. The great doors to the room pulled open and in stepped the masked man. He Stomped his cane on the ground, and in a loud voice interrupted the delegates, “Her most humble and pious Governor of the Free Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.”

As he announced her arrival she, and her black clad delegates entered the room. Her two guards waited outside the room, and they gave her a salute as the doors closed. She pondered how odd they must look dressed as colonial soldiers, in such an opulent casino. She took a seat at the table, where she spotted her name, and her entourage stood behind her.  “Sorry I am late,” she smirked, “Travel took much longer than expected from our fair commonwealth. I do hope I did not miss much.”