I'd like to start off by saying Robert House had been very useful in the first two weeks he was here. He was absurdly happy to have someone to speak with, that much was rather obvious. He was given another mainframe to inhabit, as well as a few robotic bodies he could control remotely at his own desire. Mostly androids, a few Handy's, an one eyebot. We spoke for hours, he asked about the state of the world, he asked about the Crystal Empire, he even asked about my pipboy, as he was impressed that something he helped invent was still around and working, with a few upgrades after all this time. He didn't really seem like the same person from New Vegas that I remembered, then again he was isolated for a few thousand years with no one but robots to speak with, so that's likely normal. He had terabytes upon terabytes of data stored away in that little Chip of his, designs, plans, all of it. Useless without the industrial capacity to produce any of it, of which the Empire has, his plans for colonizing the stars where expansive beyond my understanding with how detailed and long they where, but they relied on using tech that he was in the process of developing himself before the Great War, as well as what the USSA, which stood for the United States Space Administration had created. The USSA, for those not in the know, is the Fallout Universes NASA.

I knew the USSA was more advanced than in the cannon Fallout Lore and Universe, seeing as how they had cryogenic fission and fusion powered sleeper ships to get people to and from Mars, and had colonies on Mars and the Moon before the Great War went off an fucked up everything before they could become completely self sufficient. However I was utterly shocked to learn of a large scale colonization project by the USSA. House went into detail explaining he knew dozens of classified projects and information because of his wealth and connections to the Pre-War United States Government. He knew about the existence of the Enclave, and he knew of their plan to get off-world and to just leave the solar system entirely to colonize another.

The Enclave left on Earth would attempt to rebuild America, and the World itself in their own image, while the one's who'd left Earth with around a million American citizens, and Enclave personnel combined. Taking with them plans for experimental technologies, as well as the most advanced tech Pre-War America could offer up to the table. They'd attempt to build a 'New America' as they called it, the Enclave knew logically the world would likely never recover from what was going to happen soon, so they began in 2067 a year after the Sino-American War began. Experts theorized an all out nuclear exchange would happen in less than thirty years if China hadn't been beaten back into submission within two years. So they began Project Monolith. Robert detailed to me that this was a project so large and classified that he had to jump through hoops to learn about it, and when he did he was invited to take part in the project and leave with the colonists, given who he was and the connections he had.

He was offered a prime spot on the list of colonists, he'd have been one of the first out of two hundred to board the ship and enter cryogenic stasis. However by that time he'd already made his life extending pod, and the plans to keep Vegas alive had been put into motion, so he declined. The ship was to be a mile long, it was built in space for obvious reasons. A quarter of the thing was just a massive XMB booster engine that had been upscaled and upgraded. It had point defense systems which were automated, advanced AI piloting the thing. It was designed to be a last ditch effort to keep America The Great alive and thriving. Even if not on Earth anymore.

The more technical details are of no importance so I won't bore you with them beyond what I have explained, which was the bare bones basics of the project. No, what I'll tell you is the fact they managed to do it. They spent years and countless billions of dollars, by that point a nearly worthless currency due to hyperinflation, and the ship officially launched on September 2076. It had already been sitting in space, but once construction had been completed all that was left to do was get the colonists up there. It was easier said than done, reusable shuttles launching around the clock, day and night. It took two years to get everyone aboard and into cryogenic stasis. When everyone and everything was sealed up tight, the computer's AI was allowed to pilot the ship out of the solar system. House doesn't know what happened after that, as a year later the Sino-American War ended in a nuclear exchange as he had nearly perfectly predicted. The end of the war as most Fallout Fans know, was soon called The Great War. The destination of the project, was a star system ten lightyears away from what House was able to gain by bribes, blackmail, threats, and other unsavory means.

This left me in a rather odd position. If this colonization attempt managed to succeed in any way, that meant rouge humans to deal with eventually. They didn't have FTL when they set out, and Fallout tech while advanced wasn't too advanced, not when compared to what the Empire had, but its been around 5,881 years since they set off if the numbers where correct. They are liable to be far more advanced than their Pre-War American ancestors. I had all that data fed into Pam and her predictions where that the effort had a 75% chance of succeeding should nothing go wrong, or only a few thousand humans died in the process of attempting to colonize another solar system. She couldn't predict how far they'd advance in the few thousand years they had to setup shop, given if they spent about two or three thousand years in transit before getting to their destination that still left them about little over two thousand years to set shit up and get the ball rolling. I was having scout-ships with arcane cloaks poking around the nearest star systems within the range House gave.

In less drastic news, Leva was finally under Crystal Empire control, however I wasn't exactly happy that Frank Horrigan had used a low yield cold fusion bomb to get the job done, I was glad he at the very least, didn't kill the native population as I had ordered him not too. All that got destroyed was a single large city, that had been situated atop a short mountain, not unlike Canterlot. Thankfully it had been evacuated under his own orders. That allowed the Empires preservation teams to move in and begin recording everything with 3D scanners, both inside and out. Towns, cities, even villages. Taking local artifacts such as swords, jewelry, books, and dozens of other items to be preserved for later generations to admire. The 3D scans would be put into a simulation not unlike how soldiers were trained, but for civilians visiting the museum to walk around inside them as if Leva was still untouched by the Empire. I was still utterly pissed that the person in charge of selecting worlds for colonization didn't do their fucking job and check for a native sentient species, thankfully I wasn't going to allow such an error to happen again. If the Empire found a world it wanted with a sentient species, an invasion would be done correctly. Not the makeshift that had to happen due to lack of information. I left Calculator to wage war on the Holy Hegemony, so far reports were going well. Only a few thousand automated drone ships lost to combat thus far, more than expected, but more than acceptable losses since no real lives were lost on the Crystal Empire's part, and more drone ships could be built easily since they didn't need to include things like Life Support systems and all the other annoyances that came with having to keep a living being alive, fed, and warm in the void.

Just as I was about to overlook a few more reports on the progress of project Ark, House walked into the Throne Room using one of the android bodies he had been given. It wore no clothes, but then again it wasn't a Synth, so it didn't need too. It was just a human shaped robot, sorta like the gen-2 synths from the game, but more advanced, less plastic and more lightweight metals. He had been allowed to customize it, of course. "Ah, there you are Lorenzo. I've come to inform you that I have fully integrated with the Mainframe I was placed into. It took longer than expected, but now I am completely within the systems hooked into it."

The Mainframe he was hooked into was a Crystal Empire advanced SuperComputer, based somewhat on a design the Zetans used, altered to Empire Standard. Pam was running on one much the same. "Good to hear it, House. I take it the current situation is to your liking?"

The android's head nodded. "Very much so, being connected to so many things at the same time and doing dozens of different tasks, is so much easier when I have all of this processing power. It really does make my old, decaying mainframe look like a toaster in comparison."

We both learned after his first minutes of being connected and beginning the integration process to the Mainframe that he could control dozens of different bodies at the same time, each one able to hold a conversation and do complicated tasks all at the same time with no difficulty for him. "So I assume that your projects are going well then too?"

"Yes, the proton rifle is well on its way to being complete, and designs being adapted and upgraded to use your technology are being drawn up and experimented with as we speak, to up the defenses of the Crystal Empire in space. I've also been keeping track of the progress on finding the Enclave colony, should it have managed to actually work, rather than blowing into a thousand pieces somewhere in the void between stars."

I nodded, approving. "Good, very good. We can't allow rogue human factions like that to go unchecked, they need to be monitored to ensure if they are going to be a threat, the Empire may be prepared beforehand to defend itself should hostilities arise, as they have a tendency to do lately."

"Agreed. This goes for any species with advanced technology, I'll also inform you of when my calculations about the Zetans are done, as I know the current plan of what is to be done with them, I will continue to work on making the process more streamlined, and more likely to succeed. Till then, I shall be on my way, this body has to continue testing the prototypes of the proton rifle." And with that, he was gone.

News about progress on the Nga Noho's mass migration from System 2-443, back to their homeworld was going well. Most of them were back on their homeworld by this point, and their dead were being tagged, collected, and identified for proper burial and for family members to be informed. It was likely going to take years to identify all the bodies. The fedan had taken to dumping them in mass graves after their initial invasion, to save space for their own buildings, and structures. I had decided to name the planet, Hope. It seemed to fit, after what had happened. I had ordered a monument to be constructed in memory of the Nga Noho whom had lost their lives in the invasion, and the rebellions they had held trying to free themselves from the Fedan during the early years of their occupation of the world. I had decided, it would not be right to build anything where the mass graves once were. There had been three in total, once they were emptied I ordered them filled with concrete, surrounded by a short wall, and a monument which would look like a spire of crystal to be constructed as a memorial to the fallen. This would be to pay respects to those that had died, rather than build something like apartment buildings over the areas.

------------------------------------Mars----------------------------------------

Johnson looked through the scope on his slim railgun rifle, and fired. The shot struck, and the truck that had been driving to a disposal site suddenly veered and crashed as its driver was nothing but red paste splattered inside the cabin of the vehicle. Pressing a button on his walkie he spoke. "Now!"

One word seemed to summon several tactical teams, and a small VTOL air transport which flew low to the ground, dangerously so to avoid being detected by any enemy radar, or whatever it was they used, and did a rough landing near the wreckage of the truck. Two teams of ten men each in exo-suits began to haul XO-3 suits of power armor from the back bed of the truck. And sliding them into the cargo bay of the VTOL air transport. The moment they were all inside, the aircraft took off as fast as it could into the air and over the horizon, while the tactical teams all piled back into transports. Their job was done. Unknown to them however a small silent alarm was going off the moment the drivers life signs dropped to zero back at the head command base for Mars colonization. As the transports were driving as fast as possible, by the time a Mobile Response Force, or MRF, had been sent to the location they were long gone. That didn't mean they didn't leave very noticeable tire tracks from the heavy transports however. The Mobile Response Force noticed these tracks, and began to call in additional units. Now the fun could really begin, as far as they were concerned as there had been nothing to do for months on end.

As they got into their own vehicles to follow the tracks, a small remote controlled drone was watching the scene. Sadly the drone was taken from the sky by one of Mars native flying creatures, testing to see if it was food. Seeing it was not food, the creature merely crushed the drone and moved on. The last thing the drone saw was the tire of a large vehicle before it was completely destroyed.

-----Former Dragon King's Den, Now Territory of the Union of Canine Socialist Republics---

Special Unit Leader Vomo turned an eyeturret to the two infantrymales under his command. "We are to collect any artifacts that may prove of some importance and deliver them to the Emperor for judgement." While he didn't understand how the UCSR's government worked, given it was not an empire, thus his species had termed the phrase 'Not-Empire' and the term
'Not-Emperor' in referring to the person who controlled the UCSR, its ruler was seemingly happy to allow The Empire to take what it wanted from this cave. Since seemingly The Emperor having slain this Not-Empires previous ruler allowed the new ones to take power. He wouldn't question it, it wasn't his job to question those above him, they knew more and knew better. They were bound too, otherwise they wouldn't be in a higher position than himself.

The two Infantrymales under his command fanned out searching for objects of interest, while Vomo himself approached a skeleton that lay in the center of the room that seemed to have some sort of crystal staff in where its stomach would have been. It was a long purple blueish crystal rod with a large red crystal on the end. Stupid beast must have tried to consume the damned thing, and killed itself in the process. He didn't know what it was, nor the importance that staff held among dragons. Even so he picked it up anyways intending to store it away for study later on, but the moment he did wisps of red energy began to curl around him. Within an instant flash of red light he had large leathery wings on his back, causing him and his two charges to hiss in surprise. Across Equis random dragons began to take to the skies by the thousands. Vomo had a feeling that he should hand this staff over to the Emperor as soon as possible. "Let us go, now! We need to return to the Emperor this instant." They lowered their eyeturrets for a brief moment, then filed out of the cave to the transport helicopter that had brought them to begin with. The aircraft took off as the pilot directed a course for the Crystal Empire's capital city. As they flew the helicopter's radar began going bonkers with signatures. And the pilot nearly crashed the aircraft when he turned an eyeturret and saw a dragon flying alongside the helicopter.

---------------------------------------------------------Leva------------------------------------------------

Kailzuk and Roldat had been freed from the Prisoner of War camp, the 'Crystal Empire' had set up. As had the others, it came with the news that the Crystal Empire now controlled all of Leva, which shocked her. Roldat had nearly fainted when she heard it. However, the soldiers releasing them informed them that new laws, regulations, and standards of living that were far better than what they had before would soon be put into effect. Kailzuk didn't know if she could actually trust that. She was also going to be bold and attempt something that was likely to be stupid. She walked up to the soldier she had seen before briefly removing his helmet. "Wanna fuck?" It had been months since she'd last had any action, and by now she'd expected to be making off with her own small harem of captured manukan males to do with as she pleased. Given the Commandress didn't confiscate them all. She felt she could be bolder than she would with a male of her own species, given how differently these ones acted compared to her own, they acted more like females.

Kailzuk was surprised however when the soldier removed his helmet and said. "Not interested."

"What?! Why not?" From how she spoke it was as if she felt every male should have been interested in her, moreso the exotic looking male before her.

"I'm not interested in fucking any of you." He said bluntly. "Your men though? Hmm, that's a different story." He said with a smirk, making various Manuka who were within earshot, look at him.

"What do you mean?"

"It means just that. While females are unappealing to me, your men aren't. Cute little feminine bodies, ones I'd love to pound away on all night, until they beg me to stop? That's what interests me. I want some Manukan bussy." He said, with a large shit eating grin on his face, enjoying the look of shock and dismay written across Kailzuk's face, as well as a few others whom were listening in on the conversation.

“What’s bussy?” One of the one of the former soldiers asked quietly, only for another who had heard the term and had it explained to them, to whisper the answer in her ear, and for her to turn a dark shade of blue. Even if they weren’t familiar with the term, his comments made it clear what he was talking about.

“You’d rather fuck our men, than fuck us?” Roldat asked incredulously.

“Yes.” Was all he said in response, before putting his helmet back on.

Author's Note

I planned for the last chapter to be longer, but decided 'fuck it' since it was past two thousand words, which is over my thousand word minimum I have set for myself, and the ending was good enough. I could just hear Frank Horrigans boss-ass voice chuckling as I read my own chapter XD. Remember to comment, remember to join the discord I like talkin with the people who enjoy the story ^c^ This one didn't seem complete either, but hey, its long enough XD