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No one would blame you if you stopped doing things to maintain and increase your own abilities. After all, you’re out in the field often and you oversee every single thing that comes across your office, which is no small feat. But you know your greatest abilities come through consistent practice and constantly pushing the envelope.
Sometimes that’s maintaining every piece of gear you have at the Lucky 38. Other times it is working out or learning how to kill things better. On quieter nights, you take a book and read under the moonlight. One book in particular has been haunting you, however. It’s become the monkey on your back and you’ve spent months attempting to glean something from it. Something you can write Caesar about and curry his favor.
But it hits you. It hits you so hard that you scream in frustration that it’s taken this long. You may never truly understand what Edward wanted you to take from this dusty old book, but it doesn’t matter. You are a master bullshitter, unmatched in the Wastes. Nearing midnight, you’re struck with inspiration.
You get out your finest paper and begin composing a masterpiece in ass-pulling, brown-nosing, bullshitting. You speak on the genius of Hegel and the perfection of Caesar’s synthesis. You really lay it on thick, diminishing the NCR and bemoaning the failure of their democracy and the inevitability of the triumph of the Legion.
More than that, you also begin planting the seeds of your inheritance of the Legion. You point to the NVD as “training” in warfare, statecraft and governance to prepare you for the crown. Going further, you explain that the New Vegas Directorate itself is a testing ground for this synthesis. You’re not a democracy and yet you embrace technology when it’s good for the state.
You don’t bother to mention your liberal use of the Securitrons, instead highlighting your “triumph of the will” in creating a nation out of nothing. Just like Caesar has. In writing this masterpiece, you’re almost taken over by some higher power that puts the words to the page in your stead.
You take a step back and marvel at what you have created. You’ve always had a knack for thinking out of the box and if you couldn’t understand exactly what he wanted you to, you just change the assignment. You sign off as Augustus and seal the envelope with your personal seal.
Instead of having a courier deliver the letter, you take the day trip over to Boulder City the next day. Much like other trips, you spot more traffic and activity on the path out to the dam than you had months ago. A few more rest stops, trading posts and the occasional settlement. Even Boulder City itself seems just a little more lively, with a few more businesses taking over the semi-intact locations left.
The Embassy guards wave you through and you catch the simmering eyes of a few NCR tourists on vacation. They can learn to play nice in the Mojave.
“Courier, it’s been a while.”
