[color=ed1c24][b]Caesar Lucius, Imperator of The Legion[/b][/color]

“Let us hold fast for the moment,” Lucius stood as Barnaky and The King had finished speaking. The entrance of the NCR and Texan delegates had caused a bit of stir, but nothing that couldn’t be solved with a little bit of order,  “There is much to discuss here. I assure you all that we will get to each and every one of the issues that has been put forth. If I might bring some focus to this discussion however, let me first address the item that is most concerning to me. I feel too, that without resolution to this, we will not get far in this meeting.”

“First, I would like to welcome the delegates of Texas and the NCR military. Your presence here is necessary to ensure that what I wish to accomplish is done. As the neutral party in this affair, I hope that Texas may be able to ensure a smooth mediation and a fair agreement.”

Lucius sat down once again and folded his hands in front of him, he looked directly at the NCR delegates sitting aside President Harris,

“The first and foremost item of the agenda is this: I wish to formally end the war between the NCR and Legion. My terms are simple and direct: a continuation of the terms laid out between myself and General Lee Shu during the general armistice and a formal treaty of non-aggression. Under the terms of the armistice, all remaining NCR POWs that have rejected the Legion’s offer will be returned home by the end of the month. Finally, and most importantly, the NCR will accept full responsibility for the actions of its military and President Kimball Jr. The cause of the war, and its conclusion, will be laid squarely at the former President’s feet. The NCR Government will issue a formal condemnation of Kimball Jr, his administration, and his foolish invasion which ended any hope of diplomacy winning out before it could even begin. Those are MY terms, and I will accept nothing less than that. Given the circumstances, I think they are more than generous.”

[color=00aeef]El Dorado Substation, Nevada[/color]

Darkness engulfed the substation, the surviving caravan guards and scientists waited anxiously as their eyes tried to adjust. Suddenly there was a voice that cut through the blackness, one all of them were quite sure they’d not heard amongst those previously gathered.. 

[i]“Oh boy….what have you done this time Robert?”[/i]

“Backup power coming online now!” One of the scientists shouted. Suddenly the lights flickered on once more, and the visage of House’s face on the large screen returned with it. 

The survivors gasped when they saw a party of individuals standing atop the strange devices platform. One was a man in his mid-to-late 30s, wearing a pair of eyeglasses, neatly combed hair, and a stark white lab coat emblazoned with a vitruvian symbol. Next to him was a woman with fiery red hair, and a red and white form fitting jumpsuit. Finally two dour looking figures stood to either side of them: clad in dark armored coats and carrying strange energy weapons. 

“The hell happened here? What’d you bloody idiots do? You could have got us killed! Christ just look at this place…” The red haired woman yelled out with a thick Boston-Irish accent.  

“Now now Cait, there’s nothing to be worried about,” Thomas began examining the wreckage around him with a keen eye, almost as if he was making mental notes, “Signal strength at The Institute was excellent and the failsafe would have triggered if the relay was incomplete. We were never in any real danger. Most likely what happened is a failure to properly disperse the intense amount of energy on this end. Overloaded the fragile pre-war system and caused the mess you see here. Would you agree with that Robert?” Thomas turned to the television monitor with a grin.

One of the Coursers lifted a hand to his ear, “Successful transfer SRB. Relay complete.”