Nathaniel Green
Why did you choose the Texan Commonwealth as the state to infilitrate? The 'Republic of Texas' seems to be the much stronger military power - a crucial part of a hypotethical Anti-Legion alliance. The voice was that of his NCR handler, who was communicating to Nate through the latter's dreams; this was enabled by the 'Navarro Chip' implanted in the young man's brain, a chip that allowed for instant communication when he slept. Now, however, Nathaniel was being questioned, and he knew he had to tell the truth while at the same time keep out bias.
It was because the Texan Commonwealth seemed easier to influence, due to its lower level of social organization, verging on decentralization. Ironically, it is easier to persuade a class of nobles than one autocrat, even if said autocrat gives herself a democratic mask. And yes, the Republic's policy on Ghouls is a factor in my choice; I do not deny that. But the fact remains; the 'Republic of Texas' is harder to influence than the Texan Commonwealth, especially when they wait years to free the slaves they buy. Nathaniel gave his answer. There is also the fact that in a matter of weeks, I managed to infilitrate one of their Universities; something I could not have done in the Republic...
Nathaniel Green - Flashback
Nathaniel had gotten charity from a local church, who had given him food and a decent set of clothes, as well as some of the local currency. Now, he was ready to make his way to the University in Dallas, a University maintained by the local lord from the prosperous tithes from his fief. In his tunic and hose, he made for an imposing figure, especially with his slow and steady stride, a stride that hid his clumsiness. That said, he had to carefully maneuver around any carriages and heavy equipment, which further slowed him down. So, just before he got to the University, it rained briefly, a rare squall that made sure he was drenched when he finally reached the building. Talking to the receptionist, he would say:
"Umm...hello? My name is Nathaniel, and despite my apperance, I am a learned man; literate in several of the Old Languages and a savant in military science. Can I talk with your Dean; note that although due to the recent rains, I will need some time to get my clothes dried out - I can't ask you to give me appropriate attire, could I?" Nathaniel then chuckled. "Either way, I entered the Texan Commonwealth to meet fellow scholars and learned people, and lost much in the way." A partial truth. "So, I would like for you to consider my offer."
As the receptionist's eyes narrowed and she made to call for the guards, Nathaniel decided to demonstrate that he actually did know something, and recited, in English and Latin:
That did the trick; the Receptionist's eyes grew warmer, and she said, "My, my, Virgil's Aeneid! The Dean will be delighted to see someone who can recite it in multiple languages...even as he'd frown on how you make it sound so ordinary. Very well, I'll schedule the next hour."
Nathaniel Green
So, a few verses of Latin and English Poetry and you gained their trust, the NCR handler said. If Moore doesn't already think that you and they are pussies, then she'd think so now. Nevertheless, good work. What have you done since then?
Demonstrated my knowledge by giving a few lectures on military tactics, interspersed with flattery on how their King has a good tactical mind; which he does. I stayed away from any heavy or complicated equipment, as well as glass instruments, which was a bit inconvenient for me. I also wrote about my experiences in the West, keeping out anything sensitive about the NCR, but making much of my experience as a slave. This is one of my writings...
Nathaniel Green - Flashback:
Overnight, a large poster would be put up on a broad just outside the City Square of Dallas, where as many citizens as possible can view it when daylight struck. Though this poster was made up of cheap paper, the writing was in English; understandable yet eloquent. The title on the top of the poster, written in childishly neat letters, was: On the Betrayal of the Twisted Hairs, a True History by Tacitus Secundus.
This detailed, in exquisite detail, the Twisted Hairs' existence and power, their alliance with the First Caesar, and then their betrayal, no less than a few years ago, by the Legion they had expected to share power with. There were graphic descriptions of crucifixions, rapes, torture and enslavement, as well as the destruction of the tribal identity and culture of the Hairs. The last paragraph stated:
Just as the Legion betrayed their own allies, so will they betray anyone who deviates the slightest from their vision. You call yourselves a Monarchy with Nobles and Burghers, yet Caesar the Second - Vulpes - wants all to bow to one person, himself. Your history states that you regard the Romans as a thing of the past except when the Church refers to them, when Caesar himself decrees that there are no such thing as Romans; that his inspiration was the God Mars himself. Good people of Dallas, wake up; Caesar Vulpes, whose Legions have already appeared in the West, is a Heathen Tyrant. Even before that happens, his mind would already be preparing for a world where you are under his boot.
Do not wait to be like the Twisted Hairs. Prepare to defend yourselves.
Why did you choose the Texan Commonwealth as the state to infilitrate? The 'Republic of Texas' seems to be the much stronger military power - a crucial part of a hypotethical Anti-Legion alliance. The voice was that of his NCR handler, who was communicating to Nate through the latter's dreams; this was enabled by the 'Navarro Chip' implanted in the young man's brain, a chip that allowed for instant communication when he slept. Now, however, Nathaniel was being questioned, and he knew he had to tell the truth while at the same time keep out bias.
It was because the Texan Commonwealth seemed easier to influence, due to its lower level of social organization, verging on decentralization. Ironically, it is easier to persuade a class of nobles than one autocrat, even if said autocrat gives herself a democratic mask. And yes, the Republic's policy on Ghouls is a factor in my choice; I do not deny that. But the fact remains; the 'Republic of Texas' is harder to influence than the Texan Commonwealth, especially when they wait years to free the slaves they buy. Nathaniel gave his answer. There is also the fact that in a matter of weeks, I managed to infilitrate one of their Universities; something I could not have done in the Republic...
Nathaniel Green - Flashback
Nathaniel had gotten charity from a local church, who had given him food and a decent set of clothes, as well as some of the local currency. Now, he was ready to make his way to the University in Dallas, a University maintained by the local lord from the prosperous tithes from his fief. In his tunic and hose, he made for an imposing figure, especially with his slow and steady stride, a stride that hid his clumsiness. That said, he had to carefully maneuver around any carriages and heavy equipment, which further slowed him down. So, just before he got to the University, it rained briefly, a rare squall that made sure he was drenched when he finally reached the building. Talking to the receptionist, he would say:
"Umm...hello? My name is Nathaniel, and despite my apperance, I am a learned man; literate in several of the Old Languages and a savant in military science. Can I talk with your Dean; note that although due to the recent rains, I will need some time to get my clothes dried out - I can't ask you to give me appropriate attire, could I?" Nathaniel then chuckled. "Either way, I entered the Texan Commonwealth to meet fellow scholars and learned people, and lost much in the way." A partial truth. "So, I would like for you to consider my offer."
As the receptionist's eyes narrowed and she made to call for the guards, Nathaniel decided to demonstrate that he actually did know something, and recited, in English and Latin:
Arms and the man I sing, who first made way,
predestined exile, from the Trojan shore
to Italy, the blest Lavinian strand.
Smitten of storms he was on land and sea
by violence of Heaven, to satisfy
stern Juno's sleepless wrath; and much in war
he suffered, seeking at the last to found
the city, and bring o'er his fathers' gods
to safe abode in Latium; whence arose
the Latin race, old Alba's reverend lords,
and from her hills wide-walled, imperial Rome.
That did the trick; the Receptionist's eyes grew warmer, and she said, "My, my, Virgil's Aeneid! The Dean will be delighted to see someone who can recite it in multiple languages...even as he'd frown on how you make it sound so ordinary. Very well, I'll schedule the next hour."
Nathaniel Green
So, a few verses of Latin and English Poetry and you gained their trust, the NCR handler said. If Moore doesn't already think that you and they are pussies, then she'd think so now. Nevertheless, good work. What have you done since then?
Demonstrated my knowledge by giving a few lectures on military tactics, interspersed with flattery on how their King has a good tactical mind; which he does. I stayed away from any heavy or complicated equipment, as well as glass instruments, which was a bit inconvenient for me. I also wrote about my experiences in the West, keeping out anything sensitive about the NCR, but making much of my experience as a slave. This is one of my writings...
Nathaniel Green - Flashback:
Overnight, a large poster would be put up on a broad just outside the City Square of Dallas, where as many citizens as possible can view it when daylight struck. Though this poster was made up of cheap paper, the writing was in English; understandable yet eloquent. The title on the top of the poster, written in childishly neat letters, was: On the Betrayal of the Twisted Hairs, a True History by Tacitus Secundus.
This detailed, in exquisite detail, the Twisted Hairs' existence and power, their alliance with the First Caesar, and then their betrayal, no less than a few years ago, by the Legion they had expected to share power with. There were graphic descriptions of crucifixions, rapes, torture and enslavement, as well as the destruction of the tribal identity and culture of the Hairs. The last paragraph stated:
Just as the Legion betrayed their own allies, so will they betray anyone who deviates the slightest from their vision. You call yourselves a Monarchy with Nobles and Burghers, yet Caesar the Second - Vulpes - wants all to bow to one person, himself. Your history states that you regard the Romans as a thing of the past except when the Church refers to them, when Caesar himself decrees that there are no such thing as Romans; that his inspiration was the God Mars himself. Good people of Dallas, wake up; Caesar Vulpes, whose Legions have already appeared in the West, is a Heathen Tyrant. Even before that happens, his mind would already be preparing for a world where you are under his boot.
Do not wait to be like the Twisted Hairs. Prepare to defend yourselves.