[color=00aeef][b]The Alaskan Federation [/b][/color]

Gathered round a large oaken table carved from the base of a tree the width of a semi truck were rugged looking members of a council, Elders in both name and age sat stroking their beards or puffing natural grasses from wood pipes culminating in a lack of discourse. And to be fair there was a lot to take in; Nations from the lower forty-eight states had called a massive conference not only to renew some kind of treaty but to gauge which nations had risen to power and what forces they could bring to bear, it caused quite a stir some years ago as explorers came to map out resources. It wasn't surprising that others had lived but to know other nations had begun to thrive and build armies had caused great concern, Alaskans had not yet had a standing army; there were of course Rangers and every faction had men at their disposal but not a unified army. That changed over the four years they had since first contact, finally getting their shit together as it were and funneling cash towards a central government ruled by a Council. By no means easy now they stand regarding how to approach this ‘Convention’ as it were held by a Free Vegas of some sort. Details were sketchy but they knew the distance and had a plane that could reach it. The Carrier Dunwall would preserve fuel until the plane was close enough to Vegas however they needed to be careful anchoring a carrier off the Californian Coast could cause political issues, it would need to be far enough not to make a scene.

The men looked around the table knowing just who’d they send, it was something each of them already decided however should anyone go. “Arctic Haven is already sending representatives, If North doesn’t go they may think of us as ignorant or prideful. Though I do fail see see the relevance of our involvement. The other Nations don’t seem to have a current interest in our lands and instead are directing the bulk of their influence on the Western United States.”

North interrupted with a raised hand. ”Regardless of their potential interest in our lands this is likely the first such meeting on a Continental scale since the Great War, I’d rather be in history than forgotten by its conquerors.”

“Perhaps High Chief North. Resources will be allocated, make good use of them.”

With a nod North Ashland began preparations for a long journey with luck they wouldn’t arrive late, however as the ship launched they were caught up in a storm while Arctic Haven departed just ahead of the them and slipped beyond its reach.

After weeks of travel the plane was fueled and ready for take off, the Carrier Dunwall sat on the far fringes off the coast beyond notice and certainly beyond range not that they wanted any closer. Within a few hours they had arrived at MacCarran airport, with a robot standing on one wheel with a cowboy hat. “Howdy partners, wasn’t expecting anyone else.”

“We’re a rather new nation formed by the remnants of Alaska’s Military and hardy adventurers.”

“Well Mr. House seems not to take issue, welcome to the first American Convention, this way.”

After a Monorail ride through the shining beacon that was Vegas a true testiment to what the world could once again become. Upon entering the Gourmand North and two Rangers stood beside him, looking more like lumberjacks of old than clean shaven military men.

“Been quite the long journey, I do hope we can place an order. First introductions, I am High Chief North Ashland of the Alaskan Federation. The world is truly bigger than we knew.”