How Veronica Saved Christmas (Omake)
Five figures sat in the dimly lit room. They said nothing as they shared their table, each silently pondering their important duties. All waited for the Sixth to arrive.
"Sorry I'm late," the Sixth said between pants for air, bright light from the suddenly opened door now illuminating into the mostly vacant meeting room. As Veronica rushed to her seat, the opened door and its light closed slowly enough that she could see glance at her fellow Brotherhood members' faces. If McNamara felt anything about her being late, he betrayed no emotion with his typical stern-but-pensive expression; Lorenzo and Ibsen barely registered her eye contact, the two scholars probably lost in deep contemplation of god-knows-what research they're currently working on, and Hardin's grim scowl - likely worn every second the meeting wasn't starting on time, if Veronica had to guess - only deepened when they met eyes, Hardin clearly wanting to express his passionate disapproval of her and her tardiness. And the one who organized this meeting, Lyons, simply smiled gently and nodded toward her when she sat down. Hardin immediately spoke as her cushion met the chair's cushion.
"Logistics Officer, you are late to your assigned duty," Hardin barked. "What is your justifica-"
"I had training with Elijah right before this and Elijah was being Elijah," Veronica said in a single breath, almost as if bored of Hardin's predictable outburst. The soldier's deep scowl somehow turned even deeper - the faces of McNamara and especially Lyons expressed small pity, if not just for Veronica than at Lorenzo and Ibsen sinking ever so slightly into their chairs at the thought of Elijah.
"Regardless of the late start, this meeting is too important to delay any further," McNamara interjected as Hardin opened his mouth to bark again. Veronica could not help the corner of her lips twisting into a small smirk as Hardin's face grew red before the armored man nodded in agreement.
"Agreed. I trust you all understand the gravity of this situation?" Lyons spoke. "The utter devastation and ruin we risk for any failure?"
"There are thousands of Brotherhood souls at risk at this very moment. We're running out of time," Hardin sternly says, holding back probable exasperation solely out of respect for fellow chains of command. "It is our duty as a capable chapter to rescue them immediately!"
"And what of the long-term consequences, Hardin?" McNamara calmly says - with a subtle tenseness, Veronica mentally notes, probably born from tested patience at a topic not infrequently brought up. "Diplomacy and maintaining at least neutral relations with a cohesive NCR has proven to have the least probable risk in any of our projections, for both California and ourselves. Is that not correct, Ibsen?"
The scholar nodded confidently in confirmation, McNamara having steered the conversation into the scribe's domain. "He's right. My models absolutely have shown successful diplomacy to be the safest probability for-"
"Successful diplomacy," Hardin triumphantly and loudly declares over Ibsen. Veronica sees Lorenzo give the smallest eye roll. "What about unsuccessful diplomacy? What about a mass, sneak attack by the NCR on our-"
"He accounted for unsuccessful as well in the probabilities. Still the safest bet when averaging," Lorenzo says, stating it with simultaneous matter-of-fact monotone and indignant righteous fury of the scribe's work being questioned by Hardin of all people. "It's really quite simple. He can go over the math with you if you like."
Hardin stammered, intimidated more by this proposition of math than a Deathclaw in close quarters. "That's quite all right, the Head Scribe does excellent work," the elite soldier says, hastily making a tactical retreat.
"And with that," Lyons begins after a respectful moment of silence to let Hardin recover (and, Veronica thinks to herself, hopefully learn from his mistake), "I shall bring up the key point of discussion for our meeting. How to stop the greatest threat to our diplomatic discussions. A player of such enormous ignorance they could be described as an anthropomorphic force of nature. A person capable of supreme callous destruction, a being completely and utterly incapable of basic human-"
"Without the theatrics, Lyons," McNamara interrupts, noticeably without a hint of actual disagreement with Lyons' description. Hardin was sitting at the edge of his seat like an excited puppy and absolutely focused on Lyons at the mention of "supreme callous destruction".
"We need to keep him away from the meetings. Anything or anyway is justifiable, just keep him away - the stakes and consequences of failure are too high this time to allow his usual behavior," Lyons says with an incredibly weary sigh.
"'He'? Who is 'he'?" Hardin innocently asks. Everyone at the table merely stares deadpan at the fighter - Veronica's expression most deadpan of all.
"Elijah, of course," the exhausted Lyons says barely above a whisper. "Fellow Brotherhood members, this is a mission of upmost importance and severity. We must prevent Elijah from interacting with the diplomatic process in any way."
"Even to-" Ibsen begins to question.
"Any. Way," Lyons firmly reiterates with such intense steel and fire in his aged eyes and voice to slightly startle Ibsen.
"I've heard stories from Ibsen and Lorenzo about working with Elijah-" Lyons continued; the engineer and scribe duo sunk deep into their chairs and groaned from helplessness and pain thinking about the memories. "-and I've seen him in action myself. He's unpredictable. More accurately, he is predictably unpredictable, committing to the most insane and foolhardy plans on a whim-"
"Two words: trading caravan," Hardin interrupted with an actually relevant point while sagely rubbing his non-existent beard. Everyone moaned loudly from being reminded of that disaster.
"Exactly. We must find something to reduce his unpredictability," McNamara agreed with seriousness. "Something guaranteed to steer the wind itself away from our diplomatic-"
"Impossible!" Lorenzo loudly exclaimed with a similar tone one would make if declaring the sky blue. "Elijah... McNamara, Lyons, you don't know. You just don't know. You haven't worked with the regular insanity of that man!"
"He shows his true passions in the lab!" Ibsen squawked, the man desperate to finally be able to talk about and process the trauma of Elijah's workplace environment. "That man is erratic, a thousand thoughts springing from his mind constantly! He practically flies through the lab, perfectly able to work through what seems like dozens of trains of thought simultaneously while giving us contradictory orders back-to-back, then scolding us for our inability to follow!" he frantically explains, wide-eyed in terror at the memories.
"He is nothing if not determined, and will not stop for anything once his mind is set! He could decide for himself to fire a laser at NCR residential districts during a national holiday, somehow believing it will help your peaceful diplomacy!" Lorenzo adds, whipping Ibsen into even more of a frenzy. "He-"
"Enough!" Hardin shouts, loudly bringing his power armored fist onto the table. All eyes dart to him as he glares at the two battered souls regularly exposed to Elijah. "You are Brotherhood. Get a hold of yourselves!" he orders. The two simply stare back at the unshakable warrior, their excitement quickly dying down as they follow his disciplined example. "Now then. The solution is obvious, and most importantly, standard protocol - we have the individual with the most information on our target give their recommendation on how to proceed. Logistics Officer, that is you," Hardin states simply, motioning toward Veronica. Everyone immediately turns to the late Sixth.
"Oh. Um...." Veronica finally speaks during the meeting. Silence fills the room as the others give the girl time to process what could be done. "Well, he really wants to work on explosives. Some scouts found some fire ants recently with particularly explosive projectiles. I think I have a plan..."
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Later, on December 25th
"NCR is probably getting uppity at Lyons, I should help by firing ARCHIMEDES II at their capital," the force of nature suddenly Spoke during Veronica's lessons as it strode toward the Doomsday controls.
"Elijah we captured some fire ants, their biochemical processes are really efficient about causing explosions and seemed promising to reverse engineer-" Veronica quickly spoke before Elijah had grabbed her by the arm and was physically dragging her to the base's containment cells.