[center][color=8dc73f][b]New Vegas[/b][/color][/center]


"[I]Free passage?[/i]" scoffed Calypso, "A sovereign right?" She began to boil inside; squeezing Martin's hand tighter when a man in a uniform slipped Martin a holotape. Calypso followed the tape with her eyes as Martin passed it off to his fellow Scribe Joseph to go inspect the tapes contents.

The door broke open once more as a television was pushed into the room; Calypso furrowed her brow and slightly loosened her grip on Martin's hand as she watched with curiosity as the television straightened out the static to reveal a man atop a tank of all things. The man, NCR President Kimball she heard him referred to as, spoke a piece before heading off towards his preemptive strike. Calypso could respect a surprise attack, but news of Kimball sending a double it a conference of leaders? Then he had the audacity to communicate through a television?? Calypso’s chest rose with a deep breath while clenching her jaw. 

[i]Aww shit[/i] thought Shelby as she bent down and picked a mason jar from the small wooden crate Aponi had carried in; unscrewing the lid and taking a gulp causing her to wince momentarily, “[i]AHH[/i], good stuff.”

"My apologies, my dear", Martin said apologetically to Calypso, "Kimball's poor manners must be contagious...I forget myself. As I was about to say, perhaps we could discuss the Lord-Paladin's proposal over dinner?"  

Calypso shot Martin an annoyed look while more delegates arrived and the Western Brotherhood stood and briefly took control of the room. Her nostrils flared as the Western delegate finished with by asking if anyone had any business to discuss with his nation. She let go of Martin’s hand, “I accept the invitation to entertain your proposal.”

Calypso grit her teeth and stood, looking down her nose around the room before swinging her arm towards the television, “[B]THIS IS PAPOSTEROUS!!![/b]” Her voice raised and she slammed her fist on the table, “How is it that this man has the audacity to speak via a remote location [b]AFTER[/b] I hear that he sent a double,” she turned to face Titus and held out her hand gesturing towards him, “This man stands here before all of us AS HE SHOULD. Correct me if I am wrong, but this NCR borders nearby? But I know there are several nations whom have traveled many miles and across this country to be here.” Calypso took a deep breath composing herself, “But this [i]Kimball[/i], your neighbor is so cowardice that he must rely on this,” she waved her hands at the television, “If I were able to assemble my forces I would aid you,” she nodded at Titus.

“Every other nation is present here…in person, people of power and of great responsibility and this man,” Calypso clenched her fist, “Is playing games? My nation shall [b][i]NEVER[/i][/b] deal with this man’s nation lest it be death.” She composed herself once more before taking her seat and snapped her fingers. Aponi pulled a vanilla folder from the bag she carried and handed it to Calypso who opened it up, “On that note, to my fellow delegates before me I ask,” She slid a pre-war picture of an Apache helicopter in the middle of the table, “Would any of you be able to provide me with a General Electric turbine? Also I question my friends from Texas and The Keys, is it feasible to rebuild the NASA space programs if you have not already done so?”

Shelby took the Mason jar to the head of the table and pulled a chair up next to The King and sat the jar down before taking her seat and slid it in front of him, “Betcha need some of this Mr. House.” She leaned and whispered, “It is seriously good shit.”