[b]"The King" - New Vegas[/b]

As Chief Ashland made his entrance, the King eyed him with intrigue and simply nodded in greeting. The table had become very full. Good. It meant that the wide expanse of the ruins of the United States was willing to work for peace. Or, at least, something akin to it. He sat back in his chair and watched as alternate diplomacy ensued.

The woman sitting next to the King--Shelby--offered him a mysterious mason jar. [i]Gotta keep my head on straight, or I'm fired.[/i] The King shook his head. Appreciate the offer, but no. He gave a slight, gracious half-smile.

The King then nodded sparsely toward Elder Gladstone. "We shall meet as soon as today's summit comes to pass...which should be pretty soon?" He took a quick look at his watch. "Mhm." Finally, the NCR's domination of the discussion had passed away and smaller, sub-conversations had uprooted at the Ultra-Luxe table. Good. The King was well aware that, while war could never be healthy, it was never at its best in the midst of a two-sided battle. Smaller alliances meant that the lesser provinces could hold their own in the landscape of 2290. This was good. But he had to take advantage.

[b]Computer Terminal - Midwest Brotherhood of Steel Penthouse Suite[/b]

The computer terminal on the desk of the Midwest Brotherhood of Steel's complimentary room began to hum with energy. A clear, concise sentence was scripted in the middle:

[i]Mr. Robert Edwin House is available for communication.[/i]

It was easy to tell that Mr. House was trying to get through to Barnaky [i]himself.[/i]