Tamia squints her eyes in thought, finding discrepancies in the man's story. "So, I'm just supposed to take your word that you were here, and somehow managed to survive many nuclear bombs simultaneously exploding?" she questions.
"Should've died there... But now I know you live... The machines here... saved me. I was the only survivor, or I thought I was. The device did not just activate the bombs, but the rest of the facilities... Medical machines began to build themselves, then others. They only take what parts they find in the Divide, never roam beyond it... Can't even leave the silos without a human to shadow, like hounds... Maybe they saw the flag on my jacket, thought I was of America. If so, history saved me again. A sign."
Tamia shakes her head, wondering if this guy was wise or just crazy... She certainly couldn't understand some of the gibberish he was spouting, yet... "So what, this is just revenge then? For almost accidentally killing you?"
"Not the name I'd give it. Not the name the dead would give it. Soldiers of the Bear died here... Legion died, too, our brothers. Still dying both of them, all around us. None of the people that lived here survived, yet all the west and the east, they hold on as the Divide tears at them... Revenge, isn't the message I have for you. More than that... Courier." he states.
She shakes her head, "What are the NCR and Legion both doing here anyway? I don't remember any battles occurring here?" she questions.
The man chuckles, "That. Is the question, isn't it?... We are both at fault for this. You inadvertently created this place, a Courier that breathed life into these lands. After the settlers arrived, the Bear saw an opportunity. Decided to take it as its own... We. You and I. Did our duty as part of the Legion, alerted Caesar." he states, and Tamia slowly nods in realisation.
It's true... Looking at the map now, the Divide would allow the NCR direct access to the Mojave. If it was left open, the Legion would never have gotten a foothold in the Mojave, even miles east of the Colorado would have been impossible due to the NCR's technological advantage.
"I do not know if Caesar knew of the device, nor do I know if you intentionally brought it here... Regardless of your intentions... You. Still. Did it..." he sighs, "History does repeat itself. Human nature cannot be directed otherwise. You created this place, destroyed it. And now you are back..." he trails off.
Tamia shakes her head, "I might not have even been responsible for this... My friend said that dealing in absolutes is the way of a tyrant, are you going to take revenge even though I might not even be responsible?" she asks, still confused about whether or not she had caused all this destruction.
"If you had been there when it happened. If you had seen the Divide break, you would know it. You carry death wherever you go, you know this, and the Mojave knows this too... What happened here... Can happen again. You've already proved that back in Ashton, launching that bomb."
"How was I supposed to know that lever would launch a nuke!? It wasn't exactly obvious!" she retorts, but knows full well that she's in the wrong for that one in particular.
"Didn't stop you, though. Like carrying the Chip to Vegas, Old World death in your hand. Pieces of the old world like that just need someone careless enough to take them where they need to go, to do their killing."
...
"If you're so bent on taking revenge then just come! I'm right here! Stop hiding behind these 'lost souls' and fight me!" she challenges, wanting to get this over and done with so she could forget about this place.
"Your roads not done. Haven't walked it full yet, not nearly enough. The way ahead and below, leads to the heart of the Divide. And there... You and I, we'll have an ending to things." he states.
Tamia shakes her head, "How do I know you won't run before I find you!? You've already shown how cowardly you are, hiding behind the radio to taunt me like some yellow-belly asshole!"
The man chuckles again, "At the end of the Divide, through the trenches and wreckage. That's where you'll find me. My new home, here, amongst dead men... Keep your eyes on the tower that cuts the horizon... You'll find your way. Made it this far, not much farther to go.*Bzztch!*"
Tamia honestly felt like tearing her Pipboy off and throwing it from the Skyscraper. She didn't know what that man would try to do once she reached him, but she was sure he had some plan.
She shakes her head, stepping towards the ledge and looking down at the landscape. In the distance, looking like ants, more flayed men decorated the landscape. They hadn't noticed her presence yet, but, if she wanted to get to the man, she'd have to go through them.
She examines the canyon for a moment to try and find the best vantage point to strike, but realises her current position was probably the best she'd get... Though, she was wary of the stability of it. She reckoned one good hit would be enough to bring it down... But, she'd just have to take her chances.
She gives her one remaining Cyberdog a pat on the head as she prepares her attack, getting out the Red Glare rocket launcher and taking note of the enemies positions. Mentally noting their campsites, hideouts, and the buildings they occasionally enter. Each would need to be thoroughly cleared before she started moving... She couldn't risk another ambush, even with her Power armour, taking too much damage would either kill her outright, or make her too weak to face the man at the end of the road.
She slides a canister into the rocket launcher and prepares her attack. "What would Afton say here?... Ah, I know... "Death from above!" she shouts as she begins firing like a madwoman.
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Its been twelve hours since the NCR convoy had been ambushed, and the NCR radio was filled with concerns from various outposts, Camp McCarren and Hoover Dam were the most prominent of which.
Obviously, Mr House had quickly picked this up, realising the war would begin soon enough. But, he was missing his 'partner'. Tamia had not been in contact for a while now, and even Bulwark had not seen her recently, stating she'd left to complete some personal business.
That was a major problem as he needed some last touches complete for his forces to be active... Fortunately, he'd rectified the situation by hiring some mercenaries who may or may not have been formerly affiliated with the NCR... A mercenary group called Dissuade.
He'd heard about their success at breaking into the Bulwark controlled Novac, and while they had failed their mission, they'd done something that not many would manage. Of course, they were a member down now, but that still left him with three valuable mercenaries who happened to be in need of some caps.
As to how they lost one of their members? Apparently, it was a disease they hadn't managed to spot before it was already fatal... Not that such a thing bothered House, it was just peculiar to see elite mercenaries die from such a thing.
The loss of their companion had forced them to cough up funeral fees, and their leader's excessive spending at various casino's had bored a hole in his pocket, leaving him and his group rather desperate for employment.
He'd sent the Mercenaries, Drake, Madeleine, and the young boy hunter to complete some missions in Tamia's stead. And they were successful for the most part, which led to now. to the current situation, in which House would finally make his bid for the core of the Mojave.
Due to how he'd been forced to forcefully acquire a power station that was under NCR control, they were more or less aware that he was up to something... Not that they'd be able to pin it on him, one thing Mercenaries were good for was a degree of anonymity after all.
Now that he had access to a good amount of power though, he was able to start moving his 'troops' into position. He'd been in contact with Afton Parker to make sure they'd coordinate their assault properly, while House didn't trust him completely, he thought that their goals were similar enough to justify an alliance.
All that was left was the war, and gaining access to the Dam mainframe with a virus he'd given to his Mercenaries... Hopefully, Afton wouldn't immediately kill them for their past actions... Despite their rough behaviour and rather caustic language, they were useful tools. Hopefully, the two hundred or so Securitrons he'd sent would show their worth.
*BOOOOM!*
Huh... Seems like the Legion had finally decided to make a move... He'd known about the Legion's intentions with the Gomorrah casino for a while now, yet, he didn't think they'd actually go through with it, especially considering how easily Afton Parker and his group had dealt with the Tops.
The front of Gomorrah's had just exploded, and many men in suits had stepped out with heavy weapons, ready to take over the strip... One was barking orders at the others, telling them to go plant the bombs before House tries to stop them...
Unfortunately for the group, House had been well aware of their actions long before they'd even thought of doing them. The Omerta's were unaware of the upgrades the Securitrons had undergone, thinking the change from pictures of Police officers to Soldiers was just an aesthetic one.
This mindset quickly changed though when the Securitrons shoulders opened up to reveal many missiles... "HALT! You are under arrest! Lay down your arms and come quietly!" the robots all command in sync, their grenade launchers, shoulder-mounted rockets, machine guns, and laser rifle manipulators all pointing at the group.
"HA! You think I'm gonna listen to some immortal big-shot loser!? THINK AGAIN HOUSE! NEW VEGAS IS MINE!"
Houses face appears on the leading Securitrons screen as the Omerta laughs, "I see. I must regretfully render our contract void then." he states before the screen flickers, leaving the soldier's face again.
"Fire." the robotic voice states as the robots all begin firing an ungodly amount of weapons at the group of Omertas.
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Volleys and volleys of bullets, missiles, grenades, and lasers pepper the group who are unable to react to the sudden attack. Blood, bones, organs, and limbs fly out from the dust cloud, signalling to the robots that their enemy didn't escape, not to mention the civilians and NCR military police who'd been watching at the sidelines...
Once the dust clears the only thing that's left of the Omertas is a single pre-war hat, sitting over a scorched crater that's filled with a couple inches of blood and organ mulch. A few people vomit at the sight, but one Securitron rolls over and turns to look at everyone, Houses face appearing on it again.
"Greetings New Vegas. As you all may know, I am Mr House, the creator and maintainer of this fine city you all currently reside... I would like to announce something of importance, but first... Securitrons, take the NCR into custody for renegading from their contract with us, as well as the various crimes they've committed under my nose." he states, and the NCR military police are too shocked to act when the Securitrons roll over and demand their weapons.
The NCR military police isn't all that well trained, most of them considering this job more as a vacation from the front lines than anything else... This is the main reason they all easily drop their weapons and begin begging for their lives... Aside from the obvious fact that these crazy dangerous robots were pointing their weapons at them.
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