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As there’s no real diplomatic presence of the NCR in New Vegas, the Courier anxiously awaits the arrival of the new ambassador. Thankfully, the former NCR embassy is still standing and untouched since the late Ambassador Crocker was killed in the monorail explosion.
Perhaps that’s the biggest loss of them all, as the Courier is once again walking back to Camp McCarran, now in New Vegas hands. When Yes Man alerted the Courier that the NCR diplomatic mission landed at McCarran, he was all too happy to head down.
But unlike previous walks where he may run into the occasional fiend raiding party, he instead is struck by the quiet of it all. While that means he doesn’t see the usual caravan of gaggle of tourists, South Vegas is eerily quiet.
Deciding not to think too much into it, he finds himself at the gates of McCarran, his McCarran. Reminding himself that no matter how much pressure the NCR may put on him, the Mojave was his, even if just in name.
Yes Man had sent ahead a squad of Securitrons to secure the area for the new Ambassador, though not the warmest welcome. The NCR diplomatic mission had sent themselves up in an abandoned tent left by the NCR, though now containing empty desks, chairs and whatever leftover equipment the retreating NCR thought not worthwhile to take.
Walking past the open tent flap, the Courier spots the new Ambassador instantly. You only met Crocker once, but was far from impressed with the man. The Courier's first impressions of the new official is even less, as what he sees is a small, pale man with gaunt features and a mouse-like appearance. His staff around him don’t look much more impressive, seems like New Vegas isn’t getting their A-team.
Standing up, mouse man sticks his mouse hand out as the Courier approaches.
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Courier. My name is Ambassador Dawes and I will hopefully be the NCR Ambassador for a long time here in the Mojave. I would say I’ve heard a lot about you but honestly, no one back West really has. It’s as if a vengeful spirit rose from the sand and struck down the two wasteland superpowers haha.”
The Courier didn’t laugh and neither did mouse man’s staff. Instead, the Courier shook the mouse hand and pulled up a chair to Dawes’s desk.
[Perhaps the anonymity is why I’m sitting here. But there’s much to talk about and I have plenty to do. Running a nation isn’t like chowing down on some fancy lad snack cakes.]
