You awaken in a spacious bedroom you've never seen before. You are in the upper floors of the city, where the richest citizens live. The bed you lie on is the greatest object you have felt in your life. If sex was a bed it would be this one. Shakily you get to your feet and look out over the splendor of Boulder, visible from the upper levels. From up here all the misery of the world is invisible, all you can see are the glimmering lights of the elegant exterior of the city.
"What am I doing here?" you wonder aloud to yourself.
"Well it's your condo." comes the reply of a nearby voice. "I'm not surprised you don't remember it though, you bought the place six months ago but never set foot inside. You need a social life, Tyler."
"General!" you reply in surprise, quickly grabbing a blanket to make an impromptu toga.
"It's Colonel, actually. Boulder doesn't need two generals in the National Guard now that the war with Provo is done. Shepherd... seemed right for the job." Carter has the decorum to look away from your partially naked body but you have the suspicion she stole a couple glances.
"Oh yeah..." you remember something about that happening topside while you were fighting in Oldtown. You had more pressing concerns at the time. Still do actually. "Colonel, I was in the middle of a delicate negotiation..."
"You were, Tyler. I countermanded your orders. You should put some pants on and come into the living room. The place looks great."
You quickly dress and limp into the living room as fast as you can for an explanation. "What did you do, Colonel?"
"Well, I went to check on you while you were lying in the hospital. You were getting kinda crazy there, Jeff. You were talking about gassing the entire population of Oldtown and strapping bombs to people. It was back and forth between the lucid and the crazy."
"That wasn't crazy, that was-"
"Jeff, you kept going on about putting a bomb and microphones in a critically injured man. What do you think the Syndicate doctors were going to say when they gave him a medical scan?"
"...hm."
"Those drugs did a number on you, kid. Look, you just need to take it easy for a few days here. The war with Provo is done, the Syndicate cut a deal which you got the credit for and you have done pretty well for yourself here. Sit your ass down. Enjoy the view. I know I never gave you what I promised eight years ago but hey Tyler, you came out pretty well. You dont need to keep fighting forever."
It is a hell of a viewYou sit down on the couch and find a beer in your hand. You first beer in... eight months. You drink deeply and it occurs to you...
Jedi) Carter has saved you from yourself. Victory against the Syndicate wasn't what was important. What was important was taking care of the people you were loyal to. The last prisoners from the 17th were released over a year ago. You have won the war. What's more important is that you now win the peace and work to protect your city in the dangerous world that exists now that the United States has fragmented.
Sith) Carter has betrayed you. She has interfered with your plans because she can't stand that you are a successful leader while she was a failure. You can't let a lesser person hold you back. You need to keep building up Tyler Private Security until you rule this city.
Investor) Carter doesn't understand. The fighting was just a means to an ends, not your final goal. You aren't going to stop at being a petty mercenary. This city was built by men and women of talent and ambition, in a different age when people still worked on a mighty scale. You have the talent to build something equally magnificent and change this world in a way that no mere soldier could.