[color=ed1c24][u][b]Sam LittleHorn - Ultra Luxe - Free Commonwealth of Pennsylvania[/b][/u][/color]

Sam sat on the chair, and looked around. Most didn't pay her much attention. It was clear from the room's atmosphere that there was a lot of tension. Seen as there were a legion delegation in the room, that those that had galloped on way on horses were part of this delegation. Could it be that this conference had fallen apart before they had even arrived?

A waiter approached Sam and she requested a glass of water and a glass of wine. As she sipped the cool purified water, the door's opened to the room and there was a new delegate. She hadn't bothered to turn to see who it was but when the man announced the Jade Empress and protege, she nearly spit out her drink. There was only one such person she knew of that called herself that, but no it couldn't be. 

She slowly glanced over and she immediately recognized Calypso and Shelby. How could it be that they were here? Had they recognized her? One of her delegates approached her and handed her a napkin for some of the water that had come out. Sam had thought she had started a new life, a new beginning and here was her past right in the same room as her. 

One of the televisions was turned on in the room and there appeared to be some sort of announcement. As she had earlier guessed, war had been declared and the NCR attacked the Legion. Not only had the NCR started the war but the man representing the NCR was a double and not the real president. 

Brother Thomas, one of her advisors approached her and whispered in her ear, "These negotiations seem to have fallen apart. It might seem our trip was a waste of time." As he talked some bulking men had appeared. It seemed another delegation had arrived. These were dressed as tribals and had been addressed as a member of the Khanate. She had never heard of these folks. But they seemed formidable,  and strong. However they were too distant from the PA to be of used. 

As one of the brotherhood delegates spoke, she wasn't exactly sure which faction they represented, as there were so many factions, Calypso seemed to have lost her cool. She was furious at the actions of the NCR. Sam instictively reached for her pistol and nearly pulled it out. However, Calypso took a seat and snapped her fingers as she was handed a folder by Aponi. 

Brother Thomas approched her again, "Ma'am I'd recommend  we depart from this meeting at once, it is clear these savages are only interested in war."

Sam glanced at him, "No, it's okay Brother Thomas, we'll head for our rooms soon enough. We cannot leave without having accomplished anything." She glances at Marie and the Cult's Warleader, "We still have business to take care off." She wondered why the cult was here? Do they even care about diplomacy. She would have to watch them carefully, gather more intelligence on them. 

She grabbed her cup of wine and swirled it as she looked at the picture that Calypso had put on the table. She didn't recognize the piece, but after all she was no mechanic and never paid much attention to such details. She shook her head no, and avoided Calypso's glance. Shelby was by the man who represented House, the King or something. Her intel on him was brief, and she hadn't really paid it much attention.