[b][/b][color=9e0b0f][b]Lucy - Sunset Sarsaparilla HQ[/b][/color]

Lucy watched with trepidation as the power-armored soldiers entered the room. She had never seen power armor in person before, only heard tales and seen depictions of it in old pre-war military books. Those depictions hardly did the imposing sight of a fully-clad power armored warrior justice however, and Lucy suddenly found herself feeling very small indeed. She’d often wondered how The Brotherhood, despite their small numbers, had managed to take on the might of the NCR - but seeing this soldier standing before her now any doubts she had were erased. 

“Yes, I apologize for the confusion,” Lucy replied and motioned to both her Omerta and White Glove guards in the room, “With the marriage of my father, Don Dominic Omerta, to Lady Marjorie of the White Gloves - our two families have become one. I speak for both the Families as a result, and have full authority to do so.”

Irving gestured for one of his bodyguards to stand guard outside with the Eyebot.  "Forgive me for not sitting down, but I don't believe the chairs were made for the weight of power armor."

“Of course, of course,” Lucy nodded, “Please do let us know if you or any of your men need any refreshment - we have water and food with us should you want either.”

Lucy then paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before turning back to look up at the Brotherhood soldier,

“I’ll get right to the point then. Our Family and The Brotherhood of Steel have a common adversary right now: The NCR. It's been made clear to us recently that the NCR, or at least its current leadership in the form of the Van Graff family, have no interest in respecting an Independent Vegas. The Three Families acting as one even recently issued summons to the NCR ambassador to discuss the recent rumors of Legion activity across the Colorado River - and were outright refused. It's now obvious that as far as they are concerned we are a client state at best, and destined for conquest at worst. Mr. House and his Chairmen lackeys won’t do anything about it and are content to just roll over and accept NCR control - we are not.”

Lucy sighed and took a breath, then continued, “The way I see it - we both have aligned goals. Our family wants the NCR’s military and political leadership completely expelled from Vegas entirely and ideally from The Mojave as well - and you are actively at war with them. We can help each other out.”

“Our proposal is this: when the time is right, The Omertas and White Glove families will launch an all-out assault on NCR forces within The Strip, Freeside, and surrounding areas. We have no intention of perpetrating a massacre - and any NCR soldiers who surrender will be captured alive and treated well. No civilians will be targeted. Following this, my father will declare New Vegas free and independent from NCR rule, which The Brotherhood will be asked to formally recognize. Any former citizens of the NCR will be given a chance to become full citizens of New Vegas, along with any captured troopers - provided they lay down their arms.”

“Once that is done,” Lucy gave a warm smile, “We can divide the Mojave peacefully between us. The Families have no interest in locations like Helios One or Repconn, so The Brotherhood will be welcome to permanently occupy such places for their own purposes. Control over Hoover Dam would be shared jointly in the interest of fair distribution of power and water - my family does not have the engineers or scientists needed to operate such a large facility but The Brotherhood obviously does...”

“What’s more, there are things we can offer you in return as well. What our Families lack in brute military strength, we more than make up for in logistical capability - guns, ammunition, and medical chems from The Omertas and access to a vast food surplus from the White Gloves’ extensive network of ranchers and traders all across the southwest…we can provide all of this in bulk to The Brotherhood. Enough to supply a sustained campaign against the NCR, or perhaps The Legion, should you have need of it.”
	
“There’s a potential for a great partnership here,” Lucy concluded finally, “And a peaceful coexistence in The Mojave. Once the NCR is expelled, we can both turn our efforts to combating and rolling back The Green. Then when that is done, The Brotherhood can finally have a home safe from the aggressive expansion of the NCR - with a firm ally at your back - and we will have our freedom.”

“That was quite a lot to throw at you all at once, ” Lucy said with an anxious chuckle, “So please…let's discuss it further if you have any questions.”

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Gomorrah[/color][/b]

The receptionist, Clarice, eyed the Vault Dwellers suspiciously but retained her usual polite smile. She still held a grudge against them for that little disturbance they caused in her eternally neat and tidy lobby. If it were up to her, she’d call security and throw the lot of them out onto the street again…..but of course it wasn’t up to her. 

“Of course Mr. Nines….one moment,” She said with a polite ‘customer service’ tone that was obviously tinged with subtle resentment. She then dialed a number on the desk phone in front of her and almost immediately someone picked up on the other end, “The Vault Dwellers are here to see The Don. Yes…three of them,” her eyes scanned the trio, first landing on the two ladies and then finally on Daniel, “Mmm hmm, I’ll send them up.”

“Don Dominic will see you now,” She said, and pointed to a series of Elevators across the Casino floor, “First elevator on the left. Take it up to the 9th floor. The Don’s private office is on the right….you can’t miss it.”
	
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“Ah Daniel,” Don Dominic said warmly as he stood up from his chair once the Vault Dwellers were let in by the door guard. His office was spacious and lavish, as was to be expected. He walked over and gave Daniel a firm handshake before turning to the two women with him,

“And who are these lovely, [i]drop dead gorgeous[/i], ladies with you? A pleasure to make your acquaintances both of you…” he said, kissing each of their hands in turn like some corny oversized prince-charming. 

“Please sit, sit,” He continued, motioning to a nearby couch and a few comfortable looking chairs in front of his desk, “I’m sure you are all here about our arrangement of course. Well let's get down to brass tacks shall we? Four 50 gallon barrels of purified water are prepared and loaded up onto a brahmin carriage, and I have a couple dozen of my best soldiers picked out and ready for your inspection to return back with you. Please let me know if either are in any way not to your satisfaction and I’ll make sure things are made right.”

“Now, that goes for my end of the bargain,” Dominic smiled, folding his hands in front of him, “As for yours….” He suddenly looked up to his bodyguard standing on the inside of the door, and gave the man a curt nod to leave. After the suited guard was gone he turned back to the Vault Dwellers.

“Can’t be too careful…” He said holding up a finger and giving a wink, “Now as for yours…I need some help with a…small matter. What do you all know of a certain Mr. Robert Edwin House?”