[u][b]Central Nebraska[/b][/u]

The passenger train, pulled by a massive 4-8-4 "Northern" steam locomotive, rocketed across the plains at a steady 75 miles an hour, the two large red flags bearing the Bull of Caesar affixed to the front of the locomotive proudly flapping in the breeze. While she was rated for a maximum speed  almost twice that, doing so would complicate things for the railway officials clearing the path for the Express train so it could maintain this speed all the way to it's destination. Passengers inside, if they chose to look out the windows, could see small, tidy towns and massive fields of razorgrain and other crops, tended by purpose built robots roll by. Often, they passed by other trains, waiting patiently at sidings for them to pass. Occasionally, they passed by work gangs, made up of robots and what seemed to be prisoners, dismantling abandoned Pre-War towns and cities down to their very foundations for recycling. As the train began to approach Omaha, the towns got larger, and upon reaching the outskirts of the Brotherhood Capital, the factories, both refurbished pre-war installations and new ones, underlined the growing economic strength at the Brotherhood's command. 

Pulling into Omaha's main train station, a unit of power armored soldiers had formed a cordon along the platform, keeping curious civilians of all kinds, including a contingent of Barnaky Youth in their black uniforms and red scarves, that were waiting to embark on trains at a respectful distance as the occupants disembarked, to be greeted by a party of senior officials, and ushered outside where a a convoy of passenger cars, buses and trucks, waited for them. Making their way through the city, while some buses and trucks could be seen, most traffic through the rebuilt and busy city streets was either horse drawn or bicycles. Omaha, with a population slightly over 125,000, was only surpassed by Chicago in size in Brotherhood territory. The ravages of the Great War had erased long ago, the buildings they passed by were either properly repaired Pre-War structures, or stoutly built new ones, of brick or concrete. Driving south, they eventually passed out of the city, and to what was clearly a old military base, the repaired and repainted sign identifying it as Offut AFB, along with a old insignia that one with knowledge of the Old world military would recognize as the insignia of the Strategic Air Command. Behind, and towering over it, was a granite marker on which the Midwestern Brotherhood's logo, cast from bronze, was set to show who controlled the base now. Entering the base, like in Omaha itself the buildings were either old, but meticulously repaired, or entirely new structures. The runways were in use, with military aircraft, most but not all cargo aircraft, taking off or landing frequently. Security was tight, with a heavy presence of power-armored infantry and The convoy proceeded deep into the base, eventually pulling up to the entrance to a underground bunker, where the occupants, after clearing the checkpoint, were led inside. 


[u][b]SAC Command Bunker - Operations Room[/b][/u]

Barnaky, or to be more precise, the robot he was controlling, looked up from the map he had been studying as the polite applause began, to see the party of Legion officials, along with their Brotherhood escorts, enter to the applause of the entire staff. The pair at his head, he immediately recognized from photographs. If he could, he would have smiled warmly as they strode up to him and the introductions were made. 

"Legate Aurelius", Barnaky said warmly as he extended his hand, "Welcome to Omaha, your reputation precedes you...it's good to finally meet you!". He then added, "Please forgive the robot, I've found using this form is easier for others to, well, [i]relate[/i] to than other methods. How was your trip?"