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[Peers at the bird] How did it get the tiny hat? And more importantly, who made it? [Puzzled]

[Yawns] I think I'm coming down... [Sits on armchair] [Dozes off]

...Do you have any idea how amazing the Institute is?!
It's so me... Such shiny white and silver tech, and the highlights are amazing! You should see the process they use to grow their laser focusing crystals!
So, I helped them get a new reactor, works entirely on fusion power, with three microfusion backups!
*Looks rather manic, with completely wrecked hair and a white Institute symbol on collar*

*autocannons swivel to bear on Verviedi*
You are not yourself my friend, you are not the man that I once called friend. I may have to put you down, I have copies of you on standby.

[Wakes up] Who is the excitable person? [Grimaces] [Sits up and inspects Verviedi]
What is this, citizen? [Gestures to badge]

People call me V, or Verviedi. I'm, well, a person. That happens to have technology-based psychic powers.
Oh, that, the symbol of the Institute, a greater scientific organization than the Mechanicus!
*Looks insulted*
I am the original, by the way. Synths don't have my... personality.

Then you are responsible for that thing attacking us, and trying to capture an Imperial guardsman. [Stands up and steps very close to V]
You better have a damn good explanation for your irresponsibility. And be thankful that I had a lapse of judgement in letting a total stranger take my eye.

The Institute is a threat to all of humanity. I cannot tolerate your propoganda.

*reaches for sidearm*

*autocannons load themselves, missile launcher blinks to life, and hull mounted heavy flamers spark to life*
There are clone copies of him on standby, we can bring him back in his unaltered state.

Brainwashing is not physical. [Holds up hand for pause] If you kill him, I don't see that it would change anything in his thought process.

I'm not brainwashed! I see nothing wrong with the Institute. It is simply the best scientific organization I've ever come across!

*shakes his head softly*
My friend is lost to me....
*stomps away*

...
But I'm still your friend...
*Tries to pet WK*

Your new friends tried to kill us all a few minutes ago, I saw it on my sensors before I had fully awoken. You will need to choose my old friend, it's them, or us. Choose wisely.
*stomps out of the Room*

...What are you talking about?

The Institute is the enemy. Indeed, choose wisely. Besides, if you're as interested in technology as you seem to be, why not join the Brotherhood? We have our own large stores available, and you would be able to get any tech from the Institute, once we rightfully claim it from their greedy hands.

*turns to face Verviedi*
Just a few minutes ago, a Synth posing as you attacked s with a large group of other Synths. Your new friends tried to kill us. Keep that in mind.

Wait. How about I take command of the Institute, and then shut down the production of Synths, and allow the Brotherhood to oversee all new experiments?
In fact, we could even enlist the Railroad's help in rehabilitating the last produced synths after we ohase out their production!

Hmm, that us most unlike any member of the Institute. You'll understand any suspicion I have, but I do accept your terms. I will be watching you closely, however, to ensure you fulfill any promises.

Here, hold on a moment, I'll go talk to Father.
*Relays out*

If I were to talk to him, it'd be with a laser pistol.

Alright, I now have Maxson in negotiations.
Bad news... Father is dying. He will be dead by the end of the day. I am his chosen successor, so I will finish these negotiations.

*comes crashing through the door with minigun spun up*
HIDE COWARDS!
*sees all the confused looks*
Something is different.... Come along Doctor!
*medic runs out from behind me*

*nods in approval at the minigun*

I have one of those as well. They are quite handy in dire situations. Of course, versatility is out of question, but that's why I carry sidearms and a plasma rifle as a side armament.

Now, Maxson will be tricky to negotiate with involving working with the Institute, but by shutting down synths he should be quite pleased.

Also, how did you be able to become successor so easily?

...Some lady in a suit and fedora told me to point a sniper rifle in a specific direction and fire. I did. She followed me for a bit, gave me instructions, and a month later Father was greeting me as a superior.
And yes, she was attractive. Not Eldar attractive, but the sort of attractive that's accessable to literally everybody. Even a female Ork would be staring at her for a while.
Around 40 too, apparently. Didn't look a day over 25.

One more question, before I let you be. Why was there synthetics of you here? We already fought one, and some civilian brought a second one here, assuming it was you.

And I think I recall files regarding someone fitting that description, but several people could fit the bill.

*vertibird lands nearby, and a scribe hurries and and whispers something to the paladin*

Good, now let us hope the prototypes work as well as the original. Now, commisar, I believe you are called, you may have your eye back. It should be fixed, and running at optimal efficiency.

*scribe hands BC and small plastic bag containing the bale eye*

*Maria and Marla walk out tanks*
Hello, agh veck, the paladin Marla mentioned and the rest. Not bad armour, less pquldrens. (Maria)

Oh paladin, the synth took the guardsman going to buy groceries (Marla)

That was it, pain killers. Warboss bbq, among others. (Maria)

You had a few, sorry, yeah me and macha (Marla)

Anyone want tea (Maria)

*both go off for tea and breakfast*

My guess is that the Institute fethed up a retrieval mission. I honestly don't know. I was not informed of the mission.
*Pulls out inPhone and shows 2BJ1 a picture of Ingram wearing an Advanced Systems lab coat*

Proctor Ingram? She's one of our finest in the Brotherhood. Suffered from a disastrous mission however. Crippled both of her legs during a fall.

[Nods to scribe] My thanks. [Turns around and replaces eye]

...Better. I can see clearly, and it's not subtitled any more. [Aims out of window] [Shoots a passing paper bag out of the air] ...Improved targeting. You're a credit to your industry.

What's the catch?

So, the Brotherhood completely overhauled the old SRB, and made it into the Ethics Bureau. Hopefully, our experiments will be more to your liking.
By the way, the single most controversial process in this whole thing was the debate over to repaint your power armor white. Do you know how amazing white T60 with a Brotherhood logo on it is?
OOC: I'm modelling the FO4 ending that Bethesda should have implemented.