My Legion obeys me, even unto death. Why? Because they live to serve the greater good, and they know of no alternatives.
Sorry to deny you a moment of primate triumph, but you'll have to go elsewhere to sound your barbaric yawp.
This is going to be great! I'm going to help you accomplish so much, whether I want to or not!
Today, you are the waves of the Pacific, pushing ever eastward. You are the sequoias rising from the Sierra Nevadas, defiant and enduring.
And so the lockdown has been extended. To go outside would be the death of us all.
We wish to escape the barbarity of the wasteland, especially the violence and bigotry of its human inhabitants. The Creator has promised to my flock a new land: a place of safety and healing... a paradise in the Far Beyond.
Freeside was built up around the intersection of Fremont Street and Las Vegas Boulevard. The influx of destitute travelers in recent months has created problems for its local residents.
Often the first place NCR travelers stop after the Mojave Outpost, Primm is also where a lot of folks realize they left New Vegas with barely enough money to make the long trek back to The Hub.
The Kings are about an idea, you see? Where every man is free to follow his own path, do his own thing. Where every man is a king in his own right.
BE WARNED, INTRUDER! YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MIGHTY THINK TANK OF BIG MT, THE COLLECTIVE GENIUSES OF... WE...
Travelers along the Long 15 have complained to NCR rangers that caravans have been harassed and attacked by fearsome super mutants living in the irradiated ruins of Black Mountain.
The Dead Horses told me details about the attack on your caravan. A stranger's sympathy might not count for much, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry.
You see the dead sentries? Shamans say our enemies' souls are trapped in them, but Joshua says it shows we're serious about fighting White Legs.
They're hateful savages who live only to plunder and destroy. Their leader is a devil called Salt-Upon-Wounds.
This is Powder Ganger territory - my territory.
Novac? Nice enough place I suppose... but between you and me - when I rolled into town my skin started to itch. Watch yourself.
Was a resort Pre-War. I renamed it to Jacobstown after an old friend. Died a long time ago.
The Vipers are a crazy bunch from up north. They worship snakes, or something.
Pack of drugged-out killers. They're addicted to every stim, every pill, every psychoactive enema on this fucked-up Earth.
Happy Trails. I remember. They were good friends.
The Westside Militia is a faction operating in Westside in 2281.
We manufacture weapons and ammunition. We've been at this for the last 30 years. But the last 10 have been hell.
While I respect their business acumen, I'm obligated to try to destroy them however I can. That's business, after all.
Established long ago in California, the Crimson Caravan Company and the Gun Runners are two of NCR's oldest and most powerful merchant houses.
The Jackals are no more than a handful of scarred and tattooed reprobates, scraping out a living by preying on anything weaker than them.
So, as your President, I am the voice, I am the heart and soul of the Enclave. That is to say, I am the voice, heart, and soul... of America.
Ring-a-ding, baby.
You play some games, have some fun.
You see? The White Glove Society remains the very picture of courtesy, even in the face of such impolite accusations. We have nothing to hide here.
The glory of the Great Khans will be restored, and once the NCR is pushed back to California, all the land from here to the Colorado will be ours.
The Enclave did a lot of bad things, but there were good people at Navarro. Good people with a lot of experience. Not many of them are alive anymore, but I think they could make a difference in the fight against Caesar.
In a world full of suspicion, treachery and hunters - we're the synths' only friends. We're the Railroad.
We don't worship so much as follow a set of principles. We want to bring peace back to this wasteland. The world tends toward destruction, so we try to make a difference.
The Scorpions hang out at the Monte Carlo when they aren't slinging chems or getting their heads blown off by the Fiends.
After all, they say, everyone knows how to make another human, but the secrets to making a P94 plasma rifle are all but lost.
Now try and hide from this!
. . . Protect the people at a minute's notice. . .
Mankind Redefined
In our eyes, defeat is unacceptable because we're fighting for the future of mankind. Our rallying cry is more powerful than any weapon you could ever carry. Remember that.
Like you haven't heard of us. We are the Atom Cats, a gang of the most with it way out cats in the Commonwealth.
