[u][color=9e0039][b]McCarran Air Traffic Control Tower[/b][/color][/u]

“This is the Aegis Risk Management Vertibird ‘Courser’, requesting landing permission, an approved approach vector, and wind heading plus speed,” he spoke into the radio, turning on the Vertibird’s lights and beginning to slow down the vehicle.  After some hesitation, the pilot got landing permission.”

“Permission granted. Please proceed to the runway and allow inspection of your vehicle.”

Upon landing, the Aegis Risk delegates would be met by a securitron. Unlike the other delegates, it did not have a personality fashioned for them, as their visit had been a bit of a surprise. A group of securitrons would then roll forth and guide them to the Gourmand of the Ultra-Luxe, the site of the convention.


[color=9e0039][u][b]Robert Edwin House - President, C.E.O, and Sole Proprietor of the FZM[/b][/u][/color]
[color=9e0039][b]Lucky 38[/b][/color]

"People like us Robert...we're few and far between now. Echoes of the Old World, ghosts of the past. That's what these people call us. This wasteland....its a nightmare, a horror-show, full of degenerates and mutants, murderers and psychopaths...and all the while these new 'nations' if you can call them that, squabble over our country like rabid dogs fighting over the carcass of a long dead animal. It sickens me. But perhaps there is hope, hope that the Old World will reclaim what it had once lost. Hope that one day, the world will be ours again....and perhaps, just perhaps, we'll create a far better world, better even the one that existed before..."

“Jesus, Thomas. Are you certain that these words are not being uttered by your real mouth?” Robert scoffed and addressed the algorithm again. “I am glad that you feel the same way as I. Technological visionaries must rule our progression into the future – the lion’s share of these pretenders wouldn’t know what to do with the breadcrumbs of the old world, even if they possessed them.”

Mr. House looked at Jane. “Jane, I want you to prepare for the transfer of my transmission to the Gourmand. Day Two is underway and I am nearly done conversing with Dr. Milburne.” He returned his vision to the holotape. “I will be pleased to see what we can accomplish together, Thomas, but I have to admit that your creation does not sound infallible; you dropped these ‘synthetics’ on my doorstep, but if you had not intervened, they would have lived an entire lifetime outside of your jurisdiction. My securitrons do not have the mental capability to stray from their goal. I have no need for subterfuge with them – they only know their programming.”

“I have forged an alliance with the Midwestern Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, a partnership that is very valuable to me. They are perhaps the only post-war children whom I would deem worthy of scouring through old world tech. Unlike their western power-armored contemporaries, they seem to have a meticulous grasp on the use and progression of technology, as I. Therefore, if we are to parlay, then we will have to open a conversation with the Brotherhood of Steel…it doesn’t take the logic of RobCo’s founder to understand that the concept of your ‘synths’ could confuse or even anger their leader, ‘Barnaky’.”

Mr. House then prepared a closing statement to the algorithm. “If you want your work to run alongside mine, then let us truly speak. This coded program of yours is impressive, but superficial. I have a summit to attend to.” With that, Robert re-directed his signal to the Gourmand, and his face flickered onto the terminal screen set up on the end of the table.

[b]“Greetings, esteemed guests, and welcome to the second day of the New Vegas Convention. I open the floor to any delegates willing to make announcements and-or begin discussion.”[/b]