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Fallout: New Vegas' Mojave Baseball League
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The following dynasty is a Fan Fiction dynasty of the game Fallout: New Vegas. I am in no way associated with Fallout, Bethesda Games, or any affiliates thereof. All images used from the game are property of Bethesda Games. I have no financial gains from these images or the characters and locations from within the game. The Dynasty: This dynasty will take place after the events of the end of the Fallout: New Vegas game. I am using the Courier, the main character of the game, as an ambassador in post-war New Vegas to generate a professional baseball league. I am liberally using characters, places, and events from the Fallout universe to create this account of my dynasty. You can call it a true fan fiction dynasty because I am diverting from some story lines of the game to fit my fictional needs. Thus there will be some associations that are impossible in the game that I made possible in my rewritten account of the game. I have not included any of the downloadable content because I have not played any of it, only the original version of the game. Thus some story lines or characters that may have been different in the downloadable content will not be reflected in the same way. Also, this dynasty includes some Fallout: New Vegas SPOILERS. If you have not played the game but plan to in the future, you may want to consider that I am revealing the ending of the game and a few other key elements of the game in my dynasty. Please keep that in mind!!! Additionally, I don’t know how the filters of the OOTP forums work, but I am using some language consistent with the language used in the Fallout games, so be aware that there will be adult words used. As a final note, the logos used in this dynasty are taken from the Fallout Wiki and Google searches. I have created all team uniforms based on those logos. I hope you enjoy this dynasty. I have started some dynasties before that eventually fizzled out because I lost interest in them. I hope that doesn’t happen here. I will try to take my time and post when I can. As a father of a young child (and soon to be second child), my gaming life has been very limited the last two years. However, the Fallout games (as well as the Elder Scrolls Games) have been my exclusive gaming go-to’s other than OOTP, which is the game I spend the most time playing. Here are my gaming passions united. |
The Historian: Part I
2.12.2291
You can call me The Historian. After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, I made it my destiny to chronicle the life of the best damn hero any of you will have ever heard of. Here is his story. We only knew him as ‘Lee.’ No family, no past, no direct connection here in the Mojave that any of us ever knew of. He was a lone wanderer, a complete badass, and he changed the course of the present and future. He was OUR Lee. I’m sure you’ve already heard most of the story about what he did for this corner of wasteland from 2281 through now. Still, I’ll fill in the details as much as I can, in time. Of course, everyone around here knows how Lee helped to stop Caesar and Mr. House and brought some good ole law and order here. Hell, after the New California Republic had no more enemies left to fight, they went and surprised us all: they built the land up. All thanks to Lee. And they keep doing that even though Lee up and disappeared just under a month ago. Here are some of the other details I know. After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, after the smoke cleared and the dead Legionaries were fed to their dogs, Lee made his first real power play. Before that battle, no one had any idea Lee was playing his own hand behind the scenes. What we didn’t know about Lee was that he put Mr. House’s world-ruling plan into effect by killing the old recluse and taking all of them underground warrior robots under his command. If Lee were a bad man, we would’ve just moved from one dictator to another. But Lee had different plans. Instead of taking over, that beautiful SOB went and made a peace pact with the NCR. Now we have government and protection and functioning society all out and around New Vegas and the Mojave. We have fully cropped farms and useful labor that doesn’t have to worry about getting zapped by a fiend or stung by a cazadore. Lee was proactive in cleaning up the place more than just strong-arming baddies and ghouls. He knew all about irrigation and rotating crops that none of us ever heard of. He even gave some schematics for changing the way we get around. Attach a brahmin to a cart and walk a mile an hour? Hell no! Now we have bicycles and tricycles and quadcycles and people are driving all over the damn place a lot faster than they used to. And get this. Since Lee helped the Boomers at the Air Force Base out east, we now have functioning flying machines Lee calls "airplanes" flying in the sky! I **** you not! Airplanes! Of course, Lee didn’t have the easiest time turning the Mojave from ****ville to Utopia. The truth is that politicians are real pieces of ****. President Aaron Kimball ain’t no different. Lee was the person that probably single-handedly stopped the prez from being assassinated at Hoover Dam. So how does he thank Lee? He tries to make Lee an enemy of the state after the war. Thankfully a few of the people who fought in the shark tank with Lee were around to stand up to the president and not get us all blown to smithereens. I know that Colonel at McCarron, Hsu, was one of the ones who became outspoken against the president. And then the people at the Hoover Dam battle joined in, Colonel Moore and General Lee Oliver, and before you know it, a whole desert of NCR troops were willing to go to war against their president for Lee. Lee quieted that all down with his peace pact, though. No one except the people in the room with him know what that pact was, but they know the NCR went from military outfit to builders and community servants. These days, we don’t know where Lee went. I heard he went to that ****hole known as Canadia, but I ain’t got proof. Just a trail of dead critters and .38 casings all over the damn desert. That’s all I know. But the strange thing is there was reports of a fresh deathclaw slaughter of about 12 alphas with no dead humans around. That was out southeast of the Colorado. Reminds me of when Lee mentioned some Cage place. I thought he meant the Canadia area or even the Thorn, but I didn’t pay him much mind about the future. I'm a historian, after all. But hearing about those deathclaws…My first thought was, "Yep, that’s Lee all right." I can feel it in my boots. |
The Historian: Part II
But no more of the politics right now. This is a different story. This is the story about how Lee, the courier, the one-man army, the savior of our whole goddamned experience on this here Mojave Wasteland gave us the greatest gift of all: baseball.
Lee used to go on and on about some people who played baseball. Made ‘em sound like gods. He also went on and on about how some guy named Hisler went off on the world and fueled everything leading up to all the huzzabaloo with China and the end of all things. But the thing that got Lee riled up the most was how baseball pretty much shut its doors in the 1940s. Lee was so damn passionate about it. It was almost like he was there himself to see that Hisler guy ruin baseball. I always thought Lee must have come to our time through a time portal or something. He seemed to remember everything about everything from so long ago. I mean, there’s hardly any books left from that time. But when it came to baseball, he talked about cooked nuts and popped corn and some animal treat called a pig dog at the ball park like he was right there eating on them. Well, I’ll get to the baseball history stuff later. What I want to get to now is how exactly Lee got the game of baseball to be the biggest peacemaker in all of the Mojave. You see, once the NCR had won and the Legion and Fiends and every other baddie out there had nothing but their tail tucked, a lot of people like the NCR and Brotherhood and Friends started cleaning things up. Industry was picking up, and some long-abandoned but useful places went right back into operation. Lee spent some of his time chasing undesirables out of the habitable zones or making business deals to improve the communities, but he spent a lot of his time helping build what I thought at the time were these strange diamond ring-shaped parks and teaching kids and anyone else willing to try how to play baseball. He wrote up rule books and held training camps until people knew what they were doing. Then he designated a “manager” of the local baseball camp and moved on to the next settlement to clean things up, build a baseball ring, and teach the locals how to play. Before you knew it, every NCR soldier in the Mojave was playing games instead of killing villains, and people weren’t much worried about protecting the town but instead knowing how many hits young Jimmy LaRue got in a game. That, sirs and babes who read this, is what you call some good goddamn progress. Once Lee established that there was some baseball to be played in the Mojave, then he started working on the businesses popping up around. Of course, there weren’t a whole lot of “new” businesses, in the sense that our resources were limited. But all those places that had been long-dead facilities, like old H&H Tools in North Vegas, and the Sunset Sarsaparilla factory became some useful places. New people took over and started making money, and New Vegas was looking like a pre-war industrial and commercial city once again. Also, there were some businesses that were already fully loaded with money, like all the casinos around here and Vault-Tec. Lee was personally responsible for getting the Lucky 38 back up and running, and he gave that place away to his gal, Rose of Sharon, or Cass, as she liked to be called. Before you knew it, Mr. House’s initiative turned into Lee’s dream. The Mojave turned into a peaceful capitalist society, and there was a commission put together to form a baseball league. Lee appointed some of his right hand men and women to help put together the league. Colonel James Hsu resigned from the army and started working for Lee. He also had influential people like Veronica Santangelo, Craig Boone, Red Lucy, and the King himself joining the commission. One thing people found interesting was that Lee wouldn’t let any of the casino big shots in on the commission. He sure had no problem with them investing their money later, though. “It’s low-cost advertisement,” Lee would tell the casino owners. After the commission was established, the league was put together. Lee found corporate sponsors and willing locations to host teams, and the league was under way, set to start in 2285. Lee figured that the players would be good enough by that time to be able to play good ball, and they’d be popular enough to make players and owners rich on gate percentages. Lee had founded the Mojave Baseball League out of dirt, blood, and whiskey. Life in the wasteland went from **** to tits in just a few years. All-thanks-to-Lee. |
Lee's Journal, 8.14.2282
Things are beginning to normalize already out here. I’ve been busy lately trying to help get things in order. NCR people are keeping close trying to figure out when they need to open fire on me. President Kimball hasn’t sent an assassin my way yet, but I wouldn’t doubt it if it happens soon. If that numbskull would just listen that I am not nor have I ever been a threat to him, and I’m actually 100% on his side, we could get to be a highly-functioning society within five years.
As it stands, I won’t worry about what the NCR is doing, so long as they heed my warnings that the Mojave is itching to be a societal Mecca, and I can help to make it so. Well, it’s time to bring to the Mojave something they would never have imagined: games that don’t involve death and destruction but symbolize the very essence of life and sense of being. Of course, I am talking about the truest of America: baseball. I can keep track of all the business deals I’m making these days and what I’m doing to try to clean up the Mojave, but I’m sure there are many others keeping track of all that, especially the guy that showed up in my room right after the HD battle, “the Historian.” Why can’t people just take on a damn regular name? Anyway, the Historian has been sticking with me ever since the battle ended. At first, the Historian asked a few questions, but lately it’s just been silence, watching and writing about what I'm doing. We’ve been lucky that the desert has been really quiet. Those combat robots House designed have been more effective than could be imagined. There have been no reported deathclaw or cazadore or gecko attacks in settlements in weeks. Supposedly there’s already a black market for roadkill from the robots. Oh, yeah, and not a single human mistaken for a creature, either. I know the NCR is nervous I’m trying to take over the world, but the truth is I’m trying to distribute the wealth and allow the humans out there to build up the place rather than have to fight and defend all the damn time. Death is no fun! This leads me to what my next goal is in the land of One Season. While I am on my diplomatic visits to different communities over the next few months, I am going to bring to them baseball. At first, I am just going to teach them the game, give them some basics and let them know how the game works. You know, I’ll be like a coach, except it won’t just be young boys chasing molerats in the dirt, but teens and men learning the game. I’m at the 38 now, but I’ll head into Freeside tomorrow morning and meet up with the King and some NCR delegates and Julie Vargas to see what we can do to get Freeside to improve anymore. In the afternoon, I’m going to set up the first baseball camp. Boone’s going to meet me at the OMF tomorrow and help out. He’s a pretty good player for never having played the game before a month ago, so he’ll be valuable in leading drills. |
Lee's Journal, 8.18.2282
The first camp was such a success that I stayed at the OMF for two days. By the end of the day on the second day, we played a 3-inning exhibition game. I’ve never seen that many people laughing and smiling in many, many years. People were so excited about the progress, that I’m sure this thing will truly take off sooner than later.
I told the players out there that I had some more meetings to make, but I encouraged them to keep playing with the rules they learned and that I’d be back in a few weeks to teach them some more complicated rules. I guess I’ll be making a baseball rules book while I’m on the road. Of all the events possible now that the Legion is wiped the **** out, I am most happy about the prospects that people can start settling their differences not with guns, but with some healthy competition. |
Lee's Journal, 8.22.2282
So I’m in Westside, and we already have a child prodigy: LaRue. He told me he found a few old baseballs outside Vault 3 when he was being a rebellious teenager and nosing around Fiends territory. After he found them, he started heaving them at crows. Later, he got better aim and velocity and started killing the crows. “Good eats,” he said. Then throwing was getting too easy, so he started hitting the balls with wooden planks and a baseball bat once he found one. Kid has a great arm, but it was his swing that impressed the hell out of me. I asked him to hit a few balls to right field, and he asked me where. I told him right on the line if he could. Five swings later and every single hit fell right on the line. Everywhere I asked him to hit the ball, his placement was perfect. All I know is that I’m definitely sneaking him on the Lucky 38 team when I get the kind of organization I want and we have a competitive league going on.
By the way, Westside was just as promising for baseball as was Freeside. Even Red Lucy came out to watch. “It’d be more fun to watch the players with creatures running at them,” she said. Still, I could tell she was getting excited to watch big hits and catches. In business terms, the people in Westside were excited to know there could be a new tenant in Vault 3. A representative from Vault-Tec came out to scout the location and expressed interest in establishing a Vegas HQ right in Westside. If any people deserve a rich business in their area, it’s the people of Westside. I’ll see if we can’t work something out with the NCR to get Vault-Tec into the people helping business instead of some of their asinine psychological experiments of the past. I’m pretty good at sniffing out filth in people. The Vault-Tec guy appeared sincere, but I’ll need more time with him to know for sure. |
Lee's Journal, 9.1.2282
Just got a courier delivery while on the road. First, the Mojave Express is impressive in tracking me down in the middle of nowhere.
More importantly, the delivery was from Michael Angelo from the Strip. I asked him to make a prototype baseball jersey for me for Lucky 38. It looks amazing! In fact, it looked so great that I had a guy with me try it on. The Historian came equipped with a special camera. Said it came from Shady Springs. I can attach it to these digital journal entries as an attachment. Pretty convenient, I would say. So, here it is. The Lucky 38 jersey for when our league actually starts. By the way, the kid's name is Pegasus. He's been with me since Freeside to learn more about baseball. I promised him he would be a Lucky 38er if he wants it once we get the league together. He was happy to sign on. http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps2a0185c7.png |
Very interesting start, well written. Looking forward to seeing where this goes, as I have no knowledge of any of the Fallout games.
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Lee's Journal, 9.13.2282
Business has been going on as usual. I’ve found out that super mutants most certainly don’t have a knack for baseball, which is promising in step one of human-only baseball. I tried out some camps in Jacobstown, Goodprings, Primm, and Novac in the last few weeks. I’m going to work up towards Nellis soon and then hang around New Vegas and North Vegas for a while after that. Later, I’ll be able to start hitting the camps and bases around the Mojave to spread the game to the NCR. I just want to wait to train them later, give the regular Joes a chance to learn about baseball before the soldiers start dominating the game.
Jacobstown is my first and hopefully only failure in teaching baseball. I don’t know if any humans are going to start moving out there, but I hope some do. Otherwise, though Jacobstown is a fantastic place to play ball, it may not work. We’ll see. Maybe the mutants and nightkin will turn into better spectators than players. The problems with the mutants were predictable, but, still, I didn’t want to discriminate against them. They have a community, so they have a right to learn the game I’m spreading across the Mojave. Unfortunately, they don’t have the body sizes nor grace necessary to play. First of all, we couldn’t use gloves because their hands are way too big. Second, the baseball and baseball bats are way too small. Their throws were wild, and they couldn’t hit or catch. Also, the nightkin just shied away every time I gave them attention. After about an hour, I thanked them and then spoke to Marcus, the leader there, about what my baseball plan was and how I think the mutants and nightkin will be on the sidelines. There may be possibilities for umpire and body guard jobs, but that’s about it. Marcus understood and told me I could have any of the outlying space on the land. I mentioned that the bungalows could be perfect player hotels should we ever get traveling teams. The rest of the camps went as well as expected. I am really happy with how things are going and I am looking forward to putting Plan B into effect when the time comes. |
The Historian: Part III
I have access to Lee's journal on his personal computer because he left it to me, well, in a secretive way. He knew he was leaving, and he knew he wasn't going to let me go with him nor tell me where the hell it is he was going. Instead, he told me everything he needed me to know. After he left, I received a Mojave Express package. When I opened the package, there was a slip of paper with one word written: satchel.
I started searching the place, secretly at first, for a satchel. When I couldn't find it, I started asking Cass and Boone and any others who I felt were close to Lee. Of course, Cass and Boone were the only two who mattered. They were all surprised he was gone, and quite upset. Boone was convinced there was some foul play, but I told him about the package I received with the word "satchel" written on it. After I told Boone about my package, he mentioned that he received a package, too. In it was a satchel with a note that read, "'I' is in the middle of the 'Page.'" He didn't know what it meant, and he didn't even know it was from Lee. But I was convinced it was Lee. Cass ended up being the final piece to the puzzle. She received a package, too, hers containing two codes: 10.11.81 and SPP327L14W9. We didn't know exactly what to do with the codes, but we started looking. We tried Lee's personal computer passwords, but neither worked. I knew Lee had left us a secret message there, but the passwords would not work. In Lee's personal office in the Lucky 38, there was a small safe in his desk. Trying the code 10-11-81 marked the combination to the code. Why 10-11-81? Was that a date? If so, what happened on that date? It must have been important, and Lee hid in the safe nothing but a book titled "Baseball Almanac." OK, one code down. Now what to do with the other one? My note was "Satchel" and that seemed to be settled with Boone's package. But his note? I is in the middle of the Page. What could it mean? Some page in the book? Some flipping. Luck is on our side, no? We can get lucky? We took turns with the book. Within it contained something and we had to figure it out secretly. Finally, Cass came across a name: Satchel Paige. Satchel. I is in the middle of the Page. Satchel ****ing Paige. Sweet mother of a brahmin! Now... SPP... S-Satchel. P-Paige. P??? 327?? Ah... information on Paige was from pages 326-329. Negro League pitcher. Oldest rookie in Major Leagues. Lee's secrets? Was this book how he knew so much about players from that time? But his stories were so real like he had smelled the foods and seen the way players played. You can't get that in a book! Anyway, P = page 327. So L... Line? Yes! 14 and W = word and 9 = destiny. As in, the line read... "Paige was considered to be a player of destiny when he signed with the Cleveland Indians on July 7, 1948." destiny. Destiny. DESTINY. Typing the password into Lee's personal computer brought up a message: To my closest friends. There was a personal message for each of the three of us, along with some other general messages. Cass read hers first, alone, and deleted it after. Boone then read his and also deleted the message. Neither would tell me what their message said. My message was access to Lee's complete baseball journal. The first message read, "To the Historian: My legacy should be based on baseball. That was my dream even before I had to kill my way to the top. Baseball is now more a part of the Mojave than death. My time here is done, maybe sooner than I would like it to be, but at a time when I can walk away with a smile. Please share these personal notes as you see fit. And thank you for recording a newer, more hopeful history." |
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The Historian: Part IV
There are lots of stories to tell. Why stick to chronology? Right now, I want to talk about when the wheels were fully turning.
So, as a historian I hate to do this, but yada yada yada. Time passed by between Lee's first baseball camps and when he had active players he was paying out of pocket to play exhibitions around the Mojave. Then came the Commission. On March 3, 2284, Lee brought together a host of big shots for a commission he nicknamed the High 15. Present were Lee’s right hand man Craig Boone; Veronica Santangelo, owner of the thriving Santangelo Farms; Pearl Harbor, leader at Nellis Air Force Base; Red Lucy, the owner of the still-popular The Thorn creature arena and petting zoo; former NCR Colonel James Hsu; The King, owner of the King’s School of Impersonation; Julie Farkas, leader at the Old Mormon Fort; Ringo Starr, co-owner of Whiskey Rose Caravan Company; Old Lady Gibson, owner of Gibson Scrap Yards; Doc Mitchell of Goodsprings; Dennis Crocker, ambassador for the NCR; Cliff Briscoe, owner of Dino Bite Gift Shop and the coming Dino Bite Theme Park in Novac; Johnson Nash, owner of the Mojave Express; and, of course, Rose of Sharon Cass, operating owner of Lucky 38 Casino. Lee was looking for a variety of business owners and leaders who could push community in certain ways. As a side note, it was questioned in some ways why Lee had made certain rules about who would be allowed on the commission and then followed up with a few questionable characters. One of those questioned the most was Red Lucy. I don’t deal much with rumors, and I will try not to insert myself too much into the history I am telling, but there were whispers that Red Lucy and Lee were current and/or past lovers at the time of the commission. A few of the members were given great honor and more speaking time than most. Lee began the meeting by having all members introduce themselves and he told what role they would have. Lee’s speech was filled with passion and expressions of his dreams. He told the people there how the New Mojave would be a place where people could move to be safe and escape the harsh reality they had known. Games would change from death games (no offense, Lucy, right?) to games where winning on the baseball field was the ultimate conquest. He did not give the commission permission to debate whether or not baseball was the best option as the Top Priority of the New Mojave. Instead, he let them decide how it would be instituted and what roles people would play. He also mentioned that he wanted the competition to be basically equal, so all teams had equal budgets and all players had equal pay with standard bonuses in gate receipts to the division winners and champions each year. In the end, the commission agreed at a number of rules. The Mojave Baseball League. A few rules: • All players must be human. Because of their physical differences, super mutants and nightkin would never be allowed in the league. Ghouls were considered, but those present considered that more research needed to be placed in “ghoulism.” Here it was noted that Raul Tejada was not able to be present at the commission, though he was thought to be a contending team owner. • All players must be drug screened on a daily basis before and after games. Anyone caught using performance-enhancing drugs will be suspended for a pre-determined amount of time. • The following chems are banned from the league: buffout, cateye, doctor’s bag, fixer, hydra, jet, med-x, mentats, psycho, radaway, rebound, rocket, steady, stimpaks, and turbo. • No one with any violent gang or hostile affiliation will be allowed to play. • No weapons are allowed at any time. Any use of a weapon, including a baseball bat for weapon purposes, will result in a lifetime ban. The commission also agreed that all communities would be considered for a baseball team, with the hope of trying to spread the league out beyond the scoop of the Strip. Dennis Crocker spent a lot of time explaining that President Aaron Kimball was willing to place teams on any of the facilities in the New Vegas/Mojave area except the Fort. Lee agreed that crossing the Colorado River was not in the league’s best interest at that time, lest there could be more future trouble from the remaining factions of the Legion. The following potential locations for teams were brought up: Goodsprings (facility built in 2283), Red Rock Canyon (facility built in 2283), Freeside’s Old Mormon Fort (facility built in 2283), Westside (facility built in 2283), Camp McCarron (facility built in 2283), Nellis AFB (facility built in January 2284), North Vegas (facility to be completed in summer 2284), Camp Golf (facility to be completed in fall 2284), Novac (facility to be completed in fall 2284), Jacobstown (facility to be built by early 2285). Other potential locations for baseball facilities included 188 Trading Post, Primm, Black Mountain, the Hoover Dam, Aerotech Office Park, Whiskey Rose Caravans (formerly Crimson Caravans), and the NCR Correctional Facility. |
The Teams: Lucky 38
Though they were already playing as a traveling team, the Lucky 38 became the Mojave Baseball League's first official team on March 10, 2284. Rose of Sharon Cassidy was named as the official owner since Lee would act as "commissioner," as he called it. Cass' story leading up to ownership of the Lucky 38 team: http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps757f1f05.jpg After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, Cass and Lee became more than just “companions.” They became lovers. Lee had seized control of New Vegas, but gladly gave up the law side of things to the New California Republic. His only true possession from the Strip became taking over the Lucky 38, which was cleaned and immediately opened to the general public. Lee, however, left the business side of things to Cass and later said it was hers to run. Cass, who is the former owner of Cassidy Caravans, had a lot of business savvy, and the Lucky 38 quickly established itself as a clean, affordable place for the casual gambler to hang out. Cass also established a new, fun weekly gambling game: the Whiskey Rose Drink Off. Basically, players could gamble any amount of money they chose, with extra paid down for shots expenses. Then, everyone involved would sit at a table and take shots. Last man (or woman) standing won the pot. Unfortunately for the gamblers, sometimes Cass herself would enter. To ensure fairness, gamblers got to choose her shot. Cass was a perfect 18 for 18 when she played. The girl can drink! With Lucky 38’s success, Cass was rich and powerful just like the rest of the strip casino owners. Lee revealed another of Mr. House’s secret vaults in the Lucky 38 to Cass: a baseball stadium-sized vault containing plenty of cash, jewels, and other valuables. Cass was already doing well with her casino, so she paid it forward and helped finance work crews for cleaning up various ruins around the Mojave. By 2284 Cass was helping to finance rebuilding Nipton, Primm, and Boulder City. Through Lee’s request, she also put a lot of money into the Goodsprings’ coffers, allowing the city to more than quadruple in population in just under a year. Cass was also one of the people offering financial aid to a number of fledgling and struggling businesses around New Vegas. Though she owns no stake in some of the reestablished companies around New Vegas, she is thought to have invested in the production of Sunset Sarsaparilla and H&H Tool Company. Also, she is for whom the newly established Whiskey Rose Caravan Company is named after. I already showed the Lucky 38 jersey. It did not change from the prototype until the time of the Commission. |
The Teams: RobCo
Craig Boone took ownership of the second official baseball club, also on March 10, 2284. http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...psf6506fba.jpg “What do I know about robots?” Boone asked. The war was over, but he was still polishing his rifle like he was ready for an attack. “It’s not about you knowing anything about robots,” Lee said. He was sipping on a Sunset Sarsaparilla and picking at a long scab on his forearm. “It’s about rebuilding the Mojave, putting things back to use, to good use. I need leaders like you.” “You snipe one deathclaw for a guy and he’s trying to give you a multi-million cap business.” “So will you take it or not?” Boone quit polishing his gun and looked up at Lee. “We’re a damn good team, aren’t we?” “We are.” “I couldn’t imagine disappointing you after you took out the mother****ing Legion, now can I?” “I hope not.” “You know the President himself asked me back to be a colonel in the army?” Lee raised his eyebrows and frowned. “No, I didn’t.” “I told him to go **** himself.” Boone and Lee laughed. “I’ll take over RobCo, but I need some help.” Lee smiled an approving toothy grin. “That’s no problem. I’ll find some good people out there to get the place up and running. I just need someone who can crack some skulls when things go awry. That’s you, Boone. Let’s build a corporate empire that makes the pre-war style look like it was run by a bunch of Neanderthals.” “Neanderthals?” “Ah, never mind.” And so Craig Boone, the former NCR 1st Recon soldier, became owner of RobCo, Mojave Branch, in the REPCONN Test Site, just a few clicks west from his home in Novac. Boone’s athleticism and go-get-em attitude were also helpful in Lee’s baseball camps around New Vegas. Lee knew the game of baseball backwards and forward, but he didn’t have the ability Boone had of busting ass on a daily basis. Of course, Boone was still young in 2282 when Lee was moving from the biggest baddest warrior of the Mojave to entrepreneur. “You always have a plan, don’t you?” Boone asked Lee. “Always.” “I never met someone so conniving, yet so damn interesting.” “Let’s get you a beer, man,” Lee was picking through a suitcase of pre-war suits. “We have some important people’s asses to kiss. Then let’s go show them what baseball is all about.” “That’s what I’m talking about.” ---- After Boone agreed to take over the RobCo redux, he followed Lee throughout the Mojave on the quest to find capable employees and baseball players. "You have first rights to any of your employees being on your baseball team when he get our league going," Lee said. One of those employees/players was "Poseidon," a fast-talking, caravan card game-loving computer hotshot from Freeside. When Lee ran the baseball camp in Freeside, Poseidon was the first to show off his skills on the diamond. He was very good at tracking fly balls and laying off bad pitches at the plate. Also, he knew the ins and outs of the Pip-Boy. "What's your job?" Lee asked him. "I do what I can," Poseidon said. "Mostly I try to fix up the computers around Freeside, get them up and running again, and then I sell them to whoever has caps to offer." "How'd you like to build some robots and program them?" "Really? That would be ****ing awesome!" Lee turned to Boone. "There you go, Boonie. Your first gem." Here is a photo of Poseidon in the first edition of the RobCo uniform: http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps51c5d6da.jpg |
The Teams: King's School of Impersonation
The third and final team to declare its initial intention on March 10, 2284, was the King's School of Impersonation, or the Kings, for short. The King http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps61673c62.jpg The King is one of the most interesting characters in the Mojave. He is one of the rare people in this world who could build his entire reputation on the back of another person's looks, personality, voice, and style. The King created himself through an old god of Vegas, and he now dresses, speaks, and acts like the King of old. When asked for his real name for entry into the commission, he said, “Just the King, baby.” He likewise gave similar types of answers to other questions: “Where are you from?” “Right here, baby.” The King was instrumental in keeping Freeside as peaceful as possible. Though he didn’t have a good relationship with the NCR because of intrusion, he decided to work together with the NCR in building Freeside after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. The King sponsored several community-building events and helped to establish schools and rehabilitation centers in Freedside. Lee was there, too, along with Julie Farkas and anyone else who could help to hammer or measure or haul wood. In the meantime, the King’s School of Impersonation was becoming a leading talent scout and training facility, providing much of the entertainment needed to build the morale of the Mojave. When Lee asked the King about also sponsoring a baseball team, the King didn’t seem very interested. “My talent is music and soul, baby. I don’t know a thing about baseball.” Lee didn’t back down, though, and was able to give the King one of the few true home stadiums, opening the Old Mormon Fort Field near the King’s home. The King finally agreed to join the commission, and the Kings baseball team was born. The Kings have flair in their jersey. One of the Freesiders trying out for the team sports a jersey: http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps086a5111.jpg |
The Teams: Nuka-Cola
Nuka-Cola became the fourth official team on March 18, 2284. Of the teams so far, they had the most complicated ownership structure. Officially, a brother-sister combination was set to own the team with the sister taking on the major ownership. Neither was interested, though, in more than helping Lee. Funny, but there were more whispers of Lee and the sister being romantically involved. How could he have so many lovers? And how was Cass OK with all those lovers being involved in the baseball league? It didn't seem to matter at that time, so I won't harp on it. Baseball. Now to the team dynamics: James Hsu was acting general manager and in charge of all day-to-day decisions. http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...psf3dad8cd.jpg After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, Colonel James Hsu of the NCR approached his commanding officer, General Lee Oliver, and promptly resigned from the NCR. Buried in the politics and annoyed by General Oliver and President Kimball’s aggressive policies, Hsu wanted to pursue something else. That's where Lee came into play. Lee knew Colonel Hsu from his time in aiding the NCR, and Lee knew that Colonel Hsu was a competent leader. Lee offered Hsu interests in some of the upcoming companies around the Mojave, but Hsu refused. “I might just go back to San Fran,” Hsu said. Instead of dumping a million-cap business on Hsu, Lee offered him something better. “How about being the operating manager of a baseball team? You don’t even have to abandon your home at McCarron.” “How is that possible? I’ve resigned from the NCR, effective next month.” “I’ve made a few business deals with the NCR, and none of those boneheads at the top are going to interfere with some good old community building. I’ve got a brother-sister pair on the strip. You know the vault there? Well, the brother and sister who basically own the place aren’t much for seeing sunlight. I need their money, but I need someone with your savvy. Seems like a perfect match to me. They won’t interfere, and you can take it easy being around baseball.” Colonel Hsu agreed and became the general manager of the Nuka Cola franchise. http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...psaa73b1f3.jpg http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps9ac21b06.jpg The sister and brother were Sarah Weintraub and Michael Angelo. Weintraub is the acting owner/operator of Vault 21 and has a 34% share of the new Nuka-Cola factory being built in New Vegas (at the time, expected to be completed in 2287). Angelo is the owner of a sign-making business once commissioned by Mr. House. Lee gave Angelo a premium to continue being the exclusive signs and uniforms maker of New Vegas. Lee also gave Angelo first rights to ownership of Zapp’s Neon Signs building when its restoration is complete. The Nuka Cola team was the only one at the start of the 2285 season without an actual functioning business. Lee explained that the logo was recognizable and people would happily buy Nuka Cola once the product was back in production. By early 2288, people were drinking fresher and less-irradiated Nuka-Cola. The first Nuka-Cola jersey, as designed by minority owner Michael Angelo: http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps1baa1747.jpg |
The Teams: New California Republic
The New California Republic became the fifth official team on March 29, 2284. The NCR also was the first team to officially select a team name, the Bears, and secure a play location, Hoover Dam. The Bears team name is based on the NCR flag that we now see flying all over New Vegas and areas east of the Colorado. The President's brother became owner of the team. I don't have a photo from the time of ownership, so here is a picture of Marty Kimball from league photo stock. http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps48cae961.jpg Marty Kimball didn’t do much in his time in Shady Sands, California. As the younger brother of President Aaron Kimball, Marty was afforded privilege, but he had no center, no real drive. He was known in Shady Sands as an outstanding athlete when he was younger, even going so far as to win a number of athletic competitions in his late teens and early 20s. Marty was never a baseball player, but he was intrigued by watching an exhibition game in the Old Mormon Fort on a diplomatic trip with his brother in early 2283. He asked about and later met Lee at the Lucky 38 Casino following the High 15 Commission. After a five-star meal and a gallon of Cass’ moonshine, Marty agreed that he would invest his (that is, the people of the NCR's) fortune into the league. Lee noted that a NCR team could be good for the league for giving people in the Mojave a new acceptance of peace in the desert. Marty agreed and it was established his team would play in a cleared out area near the Hoover Dam. He arranged for the facility to start construction in October 2284. Once a place of war and desperation, the Hoover Dam could become a useful power station and tourist area for the expanded NCR. Also, Marty was one of the few owners who wanted to be in charge of personnel decisions for his team. Thus he became owner and operator for his team. Here was the first uniform for the NCR. http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps9a78550e.jpg |
The Teams: H&H Tool Company
H&H Tool Company, or HHT or H&HT, became the sixth franchise on April 7, 2284. The oldest owner, Raul Tejada knows a thing or two about baseball. Like Marty Kimball, Tejada knows enough about baseball to participate in day-to-day activities, though he has passed on some of the duties to the younger people in his organization. Tejada is also the only ghoul active to this day in the Mojave Baseball League. http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps50b38169.jpg After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, Lee convinced Tejada to remain in the Mojave and help rebuild the land. Lee was instrumental in clearing out the H&H Tools Factory near the North Las Vegas Square. Because of Tejada’s skills in repair, the factory was up and running, and a steady and willing number of workers in North Vegas Square started lining up to be trained. By 2283, H&H Tool Company, one of Mr. House’s original companies, was up and running again. Tejada trained new employees in the art of repairing various metal and electronic products, as well as designing and producing new tools. Tejada mentioned to Lee that he finally found peace less than a year later: “No need for guns, no need for violence, boss. It took me about 200 years, boss, but I finally found some peace in this land.” H&HT's first jersey was a two-colored red and white, just like the company logo: http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...psc5f0512a.jpg |
Teams: Sunset Sarsaparilla
Sunset Sarsaparilla, a cornerstone of New Vegas' image, was the seventh team to jump into the MBL on April 13, 2284. Arcade Gannon, owner, Sunset Sarsaparilla and Pearl Harbor, cooperative president, Nellis Air Force Base Boomers http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...pse78c8ad5.jpg http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...ps94e3e409.jpg Arcade Gannon was a valuable partner to Lee in the Mojave wasteland. Through his work with April Martimer and Julie Farkas in the Old Mormon Fort, Gannon became an expert at chemistry concoctions. In time, he was more a chemist than a doctor. After the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, Lee parlayed their relationship into ownership of a rejuvenated Sunset Sarsaparilla, Lee’s favorite beverage. Gannon was happy with the offer, and led a team to refurbish the SS factory. Lee didn’t have to do much since Gannon led the charge. Soon, SS was back in production, thanks to plenty of schematics available in the SS offices, making Sunset Sarsaparilla one of the first replenished pre-war businesses. Pearl Harbor is the leader of the Boomers. After the war, Pearl organized a cooperative with her fellow Boomers, Loyal and Jack, to make Nellis Air Force Base into a vehicle production maker. Loyal learned more about making planes, and he sent a few of the prototypes into the sky with a 98.7% takeoff and landing rate. Jack, along with his wife, Janet, have begun their own automotive company. Jack is in the process of rebuilding old motorcycles and cars with the plans of selling them in the future. Gannon and Pearl made a partnership in forming a Sunset Sarsaparilla team located at Nellis AFB. The Boomers were no longer a closed off entity; they were opening themselves to visitors and monetary gain. Sunset Sarsaparilla had the most variety in early unis. Here was their first home whites: http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...psa817a03a.jpg |
I just noticed that my player pics have stadium backgrounds... Hmm.. I have some picture editing to do.
How do I add custom backgrounds to player photos? I want some red rocks and desert and New Vegas casinos!!! For the Lucky 38 player I added the background in Photoshop, but I don't want to have to do that for every player graphic I post. |
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