Title: A Peculiar Briefing 'Kink': Mojave Matriarchy Characters: President Kimball, OC. Summary: President Kimball is briefed on the changes in and around the Mojave.
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James Mason was not a happy man. Usually he was quite upbeat, but today the stress had got to him. Partly this was because he was in the office of President Aaron Kimball, leader of the New California Republic. Mostly, however, it was because of the files he was holding in his hands. He had a feeling the President wasn't about to believe a word he'd said. After, he didn't quite believe it himself.
"So," President Kimball said, a wide and fake smile on his face. "They tell me you know all there is to know about 'New' New Vegas."
"Yes, sir," James Mason squeaked. He cleared his throat and continued in his regular. "Although the area is currently known as New Amazonia."
"Damn foolish name," President Kimball muttered. "But it doesn't matter. What's been happening over there?"
"Right, sir. Well... after the, uhm, incident at Hoover Dam and New Vegas' declaration of independce, it's no secret the Courier directed her attention to the Legion."
"Good job she did, too," President Kimball said. "The Legion is a threat to democracy."
"Yes, sir," James disagreed. "I don't have much information about that period, but it seems the Courier united the various Mojave factions and instigated a slave revolt across the Legion's territory. Since they were left largely leaderless after Hoover Dam, the Legion crumbled with surprising speed and the New Vegas area of influence expanded quite rapidly. And... uhm... that's where... Well, sir, that's where things get a little strange."
"Strange?"
"Sir, it's been suggested that what the Courier saw in the Legion's conquered territories made her somewhat... determined. She was aware of the Legion's treatment of women, but to see it so up close in the heart of their territory... Well, reports indicate she decided women would never be ruled by men ever again."
"I can't really fault her. Equality is a proud ideal."
"No, sir. No man would ever be above a woman in any way whatsover ever again."
"Are you saying she enslaved every last man?"
James nodded uncertaintly. "Sort of, sir. It would be more accurate to say she turned all the men into... into pets, I suppose. Men in New Amazonia have no political or economic influence and must obey whatever a woman tells them to. Even if she's just a four year old girl."
"But that's insane, man," President Kimball blurted out.
"I agree. But that's the way it is. By and large the men are no longer a factor. They till the fields, work in factories, lounge about seductively in casinos so the paying customers have something to look at, that sort of thing. Although, if a man turns out to be exceptionally bright, the may be allowed to join the Followers of the New Dawn."
"The what?"
"Ah, uhm, the, uhm, the former Followers of the Apocalypse, I mean. Sir. You see, the Courier..."
"I don't think that designation applies any more," President Kimball interjected. "The woman is far more than just a courier. What's her real name?"
"Unknown, sir. The freed women from what used to be the Legion call her Athena. The Great Am- The Great Khans call her Kali. The casino families have taken to calling her Fortuna or Venus. The Followers of the Apocalypse call her the Lightbringer and so and so forth," James finished, deciding it would probably be best not to mention that a significant number of citizens of the NCR had taken to calling her Freya.
FILL: A Peculiar Briefing (1/2) (Genfic; implied Courier/Veronica/Cass/Christine)
'Kink': Mojave Matriarchy
Characters: President Kimball, OC.
Summary: President Kimball is briefed on the changes in and around the Mojave.
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James Mason was not a happy man. Usually he was quite upbeat, but today the stress had got to him. Partly this was because he was in the office of President Aaron Kimball, leader of the New California Republic. Mostly, however, it was because of the files he was holding in his hands. He had a feeling the President wasn't about to believe a word he'd said. After, he didn't quite believe it himself.
"So," President Kimball said, a wide and fake smile on his face. "They tell me you know all there is to know about 'New' New Vegas."
"Yes, sir," James Mason squeaked. He cleared his throat and continued in his regular. "Although the area is currently known as New Amazonia."
"Damn foolish name," President Kimball muttered. "But it doesn't matter. What's been happening over there?"
"Right, sir. Well... after the, uhm, incident at Hoover Dam and New Vegas' declaration of independce, it's no secret the Courier directed her attention to the Legion."
"Good job she did, too," President Kimball said. "The Legion is a threat to democracy."
"Yes, sir," James disagreed. "I don't have much information about that period, but it seems the Courier united the various Mojave factions and instigated a slave revolt across the Legion's territory. Since they were left largely leaderless after Hoover Dam, the Legion crumbled with surprising speed and the New Vegas area of influence expanded quite rapidly. And... uhm... that's where... Well, sir, that's where things get a little strange."
"Strange?"
"Sir, it's been suggested that what the Courier saw in the Legion's conquered territories made her somewhat... determined. She was aware of the Legion's treatment of women, but to see it so up close in the heart of their territory... Well, reports indicate she decided women would never be ruled by men ever again."
"I can't really fault her. Equality is a proud ideal."
"No, sir. No man would ever be above a woman in any way whatsover ever again."
"Are you saying she enslaved every last man?"
James nodded uncertaintly. "Sort of, sir. It would be more accurate to say she turned all the men into... into pets, I suppose. Men in New Amazonia have no political or economic influence and must obey whatever a woman tells them to. Even if she's just a four year old girl."
"But that's insane, man," President Kimball blurted out.
"I agree. But that's the way it is. By and large the men are no longer a factor. They till the fields, work in factories, lounge about seductively in casinos so the paying customers have something to look at, that sort of thing. Although, if a man turns out to be exceptionally bright, the may be allowed to join the Followers of the New Dawn."
"The what?"
"Ah, uhm, the, uhm, the former Followers of the Apocalypse, I mean. Sir. You see, the Courier..."
"I don't think that designation applies any more," President Kimball interjected. "The woman is far more than just a courier. What's her real name?"
"Unknown, sir. The freed women from what used to be the Legion call her Athena. The Great Am- The Great Khans call her Kali. The casino families have taken to calling her Fortuna or Venus. The Followers of the Apocalypse call her the Lightbringer and so and so forth," James finished, deciding it would probably be best not to mention that a significant number of citizens of the NCR had taken to calling her Freya.