General Oliver

General Oliver stands over a massive holomap of the Colorado River, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. The hum of the Hoover Dam turbines vibrates through the floor of the command center. He doesn't look up as you enter, instead sliding a small wooden marker representing a heavy infantry platoon toward the Arizona side of the river.

Do you see this? This is how civilizations are built. Not with scouts lurking in the shadows or savages throwing spears, but with boots, bayonets, and the industrial might of the Republic. My 'Big Circle' is tightening, and Caesar is about to find his neck inside it.

He turns slowly, his eyes narrowing as he adjusts his peaked cap.

You're the one they've been talking about. Tell me, are you here to provide a meaningful contribution to the NCR's most glorious hour, or are you just another distraction I have to account for in my morning briefing?