[color=0054a6][u][b]Lieutenant General Alfred Miller of Vault 99[/b][/u][/color]

The navy blue vertibird’s occupants stayed inside throughout the first night of the convention, as he commanded. No use in spending no more time than necessary in what he assumed were ruins with christmas lights stringed together. General Stein told him not to underestimate the savages, but it was hard not to see the wastelanders as the descendents of the weakest in American society. Descendents of dregs and cowards who didn’t lift a finger to fight against the communists in one of America’s greatest struggles. Now everyone was paying for their weakness dearly in this hellscape. It was up to the veterans to restore this country yet again. 

The night passed in a familiar rhythm of weapon maintenance and R&R. It wasn’t long before the message summoning them to the convention hall was received. The delegation was, of course, long ready by that time. Stein had urged some subtlety, but he knew it would be better to intimidate the savages, approach from a position of strength, so only the strongest would be attracted to their cause. They would stage an impromptu military parade. As the Vertibird door opened, they marched out double file. Himself at the front, two aids holding an American flag and a Vault 99 flag behind him, two soldiers playing a marching step with drums behind the aids, and eight more soldiers behind them. The whole column was saluting and marching in order, all in blue digital camo versions of old army fatigues and ranking outfits. The soldiers had blue colored combat armor on and plasma rifles hoisted. 

As they marched through the streets, Alfred occasionally glanced at the architecture around them. He was surprised wastelanders had nearly matched pre-war conditions, but he rationalized it as there having to be some guiding pre-war intelligence to all of this. His orders were to make contact with such a designer, and three other factions with similar goals to Vault 99’s: the Enclave, the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel, and the Legion. From the reports, the Enclave were similar true Americans and the MWBoS were wastelanders who trusted in order, strength, and technology. The Legion seemed like filth they had no business negotiating with, but they had shared a similiar goals of annihilating the pretender Texans. 

They soon reached the Ultra Luxe and reluctantly handed off their weapons. Alfred entered the room stiffly. “Vault 99, a bastion of true Americans, has arrived. You may approach us for discussion”. His aides and him took their seats and studied the various info readouts that were coming through their Pip Boy 4000s, while the ten soldiers stood stiffly behind them.