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Max Stone, the biggest, toughest guy here by a country mile, but not exactly the brightest bulb in the vault. There are rumors of an accident when he was born. The labor-bot that delivered him was later decommissioned because it supposedly dropped him on his head. You already know his motivations. You played on them to get him to join your faction, hoping to put his muscle to good use should it ever come to that. It's maybe the single most shameful thing you've ever done. But, in your defense, you've gotten Stone out of trouble a few times too. Quid pro quo, the foundation of civilization.
There are a few others in the crowd who look like they might want to join as well, but the overseer wisely cuts off the procession. A trickle can quickly turn into a flood. The last thing the vault needs right now is a schism, on that point, the two of you are in complete agreement.
"Did you put her up to it?" asks the overseer, the moment you enter into his private office. He's hunched over on his desk, resting his forehead on his fists.
"Of course not. I don't want her to get hurt anymore than you do."
"It was you who poisoned her mind with this nonsense."
"It's not nonsense. We have to face the facts sooner or later. If wasn't the water chip, it would have been something else. You can't keep us holed up like this forever--I've seen the holotapes, this isn't how people are supposed to live."
"The way people lived out there is exactly what led us to this," he says, jabbing his finger on his desk.
He's talking about the restricted holotapes, the ones only the overseer are allowed to see. The one's they're not even supposed to talk about under penalty of death, by decree of the first overseer. When you take the high seat, it's the first law you plan to abolish.
"You can't stop us," you say.
He sighs and rubs the dark bags under his eyes. "No, I can't. You made sure of that with your little speech. You've put me in quite a bind, Mr. Cole."
"It's Mr. Cole now is it?"
"You're not a brat anymore. Gone are the days when I could distract you with hard candy and root beer." He gives you a small, pained smile. "If I let you go, they'll say I'm trying to get rid of the competition. If I don't, they'll accuse me of incompetence or favoritism."
"I can keep her safe."
"You can't guarantee that."
"There's no guarantee if she stays here, either. She can help us. She's smart--well, book smart--but that's why if we go as a team--"
"I know. I know it's the right thing to do, that it's what's best for the vault. I know I have to be the overseer first and a father second."
>Give him an out, you'll convince Theresa to stand down--even if it ruins your relationship in the process
>If he wants Theresa to stay, he can order it himself. The perception of favoritism can only help you bring vault to your favor.
>The four of you are going and that's final. If he tries to stop any of you, you'll ensure there's a full-scale rebellion
>Write-in
