"Just getting used to the weight of the rifle. It's been a while since I used her." Damien replied before he took his helmet and held it underneath his arm. He was ready to deliver absolute hell to the Legion, but he needed to be absolutely sure that this was possible. "You got the Chip? Remember that we need to upgrade the Securitrons while we are there"
Barbara: Whaaaaaatever soldier boy Jenny: I have the chip, but I still don't think it'll be a good Idea to attack the legion. By the way these are the three guns Jenny took from the armory (all images used as a reference) http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130417161027/callofduty/images/0/07/Galil_menu_icon_BOII.png http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120120043325/callofduty/images/b/b4/HS10_menu_icon_BO.png http://www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/0/0f/Cz75fa.jpg/400px-Cz75fa.jpg
(I tend to stick to the game weapons, although I do make plenty of exceptions sometimes) "Yes...but we can't take over Vegas unless we actually upgrade the Securitron army there, the bunker can also mass-produce them. We can't do anything unless we attack the Fort itself" Damien responded. Taylor sighed in response. "I hate to admit it, but he's right."
Will: are you entirely sure about that? Abbey: We also don't really have a way to get to the fort seeing as how the vets now own it.
"Fortification Hill? That's impossible, there's at least a couple hundred of the finest Legionaries in there, and who knows how many could be around the nearby area." Taylor responded, before looking at Damien. Damien seemed to be confident that he could stage an attack there, but he was going to need all of the firepower he can get. The good thing was that since they were in the armory, that wasn't really a problem. "Stealth Boy?" Damien spoke out. "I've been trained in stealth since I could walk, and I was the leader of the MOCKINGBIRDS who specialized in that area. I've infiltrated entire fortresses before. From the Brotherhood, to the Enclave and the Legion. I'm sure that I could sneak towards the area where the facility is supposed to be....unless. Unless we get some of you guys to travel to the Fort with the chip, receive Caesar's blessing to destroy whatever is underneath and move on. However, you activate it instead of destroying it. I doubt the Legion would have activity on you guys, any attacks are always directed at me. We can really pull the wool over his eyes and then once the Battle for the Dam comes, boom! One-man army Securitrons come out of nowhere and completely lay waste to the Fort."
Jenny: That's exactly what I was thinking we must be secretly psychic or something 0o0 Abbey: uhh... Okay, but if we're going to do this the non-violent way then we'll have to find a way to get Caesar's blessing. Jenny: hmmm.... Now that I don't know. Barbara: can't you guys just kill off some NCR?
"We can't risk killing the NCR, it would far too dangerous to risk getting their attention as well." Damien replied before thinking again. "Caesar might be looking for mercenaries to conduct raids that the Legion can't operate under as a military, meaning that if he's taken an interest of you, he will give you the Mark of Caesar. It forgives all of the crimes that have been committed against the Legion and gives you safe passage through his land, although it will also take you directly to him"
Jenny: How will we know if he's interested in us though? Abbey: A frumentarri would likely approach us with an offer from Ceaser. Jenny: a fru-what? Abbey: One of the legion's spies.
"But how to we get their attention?" Taylor replied for a moment, scratching her head before looking at Damien. "You know the Legion better then anybody, do you know?" Damien paused for a moment while he thought to himself. "Caesar has never summoned any of the dissolute to see him, but he's going to make an exception at some point. He likes people who get results and stuff done. People that have a tendency to dedicate themselves to something always appeals to him."
Abbey: hmm... Would it be safe to assume that he might possibly want us because we sent one of the more powerful men on the strip packing?
"That would immediately get his attention. He likes people who get results. But yet again, so does every dictator. When he invites all of you, make sure that you stay away from here. The Legion and NCR can't find this place, and I really like it to stay that way." Damien responded. "It's time we set phase two into motion. For obvious reasons, I can't come with you. Taylor can, since she's off the radar. I I'll make sure that you come back safely."
Abbey: Feels most reassuring to be back on the strip Will: certainly does. Barbara: I hate this place. It's a big part of what's wrong here in the mojave.
"It holds promises of fortune, but I can see what you mean." Taylor responded. "I can't really imagine what this would have been like before the war." ------------------------------- Damien was alone in the Mojave, still in his old black coloured Elite Riot Gear. Nothing was around him for miles upon miles across the vast expanse of the desert. He stood there with two decorated Ranger Sequoias. One of them was his own, in flawless condition since the day he got it. The other one was much older, the handle was much more worn and some of the decals were faded away, but was known to be the most famous Sequoia in the Rangers History. In his hand was Edward Cooper's Sequoia, the Legendary Gunslinger. He was standing there in the desert until he heard a distinct voice call out to him. "I must admit, you've done me proud" Damien instantly reacted by turning around, before turning completely pale from what he seen. Behind him was an old Ghoul in a dusty sand coloured duster, with light crimson shirt underneath and a red scarf and matching gloves. He had no hair except a surviving silver coloured moustache. He also wore brown boots with spurs, although horses are rumoured to be extinct. "That's impossible....your dead." Damien responded "What's the matter. You look like you've seen a ghost..." Edward said, smiling at the end.
"How the hell?" Damien replied coldly and in utter disbelief. The man before him was Edward Cooper, infamously known as 'The Legendary Gunslinger'. He could have been one of the oldest ghouls in the old as well, he was 279 this year although he had the ghoul physique equivalent for somebody centuries younger. He served in the US military, then as the Presidents personal agent who seen every major global conflict until the Great War. Even in his late 60's when he was human, he was infiltrating entire Chinese bases during the Sino-American War. Eventually out of old age, he retired to have a short period of time as the Head of the CIA until the Great War. It wasn't the title that Edward had earn't, nor was it his age. But it was his inhuman experience and abilities with a revolver and stealth that made him absolutely terrifying. Edward was the best gunslinger to have ever lived. He could make shots that were absolutely impossible, draw his gun faster then a blink of an eye, and was actually skilled enough to ricochet bullets of walls. He was also the designer of the revolver that would become the Ranger Sequoia and founder of the Mockingbirds in 2250. "Edward..." Damien began. "You went Feral....You made your last stand against the brotherhood to ensure that all of us survived Six Rivers! How the he-" "I didn't die because the Brotherhood kept me from bleeding out." Edward told Damien, fate fortunately still giving him his old human voice, although with small hints of the typical ghoulish voice. "You fought over a hundred of them in Power Armour! Who knew how many you killed! That's one hell of a deathwish." Damien replied. "And you went Feral! You can't recover from something like that!" "The Brotherhood were more interested in who I was, rather then how many of those....'terrorists' I killed. I don't even know what the hell happened after they shot me in the head. All I know is that I was dead and Feral until I woke up." Edward told Damien. "Do the others know this yet?" Damien replied before listing off names of his old squad. "Ashley, Roger, Jack, Benedict ?" "No, nobody knows." Edward said. "I've been dead for a long time, haven't i? Six years, isn't it?"
Meanwhile, back on the strip.... Barbara: guess we wait till somebody shows up. Vulpes: (Approaches the group seemingly out of the blue) ahh I've been expecting you. We have an urgent matter to discuss. Jenny: Can it wait? We're waiting for one of the men in skirts to meet us. Vulpes: men in skirts? Jenny: hmmm... or was it dresses? Vulpes: Please do not try my patience, Jennifer. You and your friends know why I'm here. Abbey: Sorry sir, but your wife was very clear that she wanted you dead. You're not buying yourself outta this one. Will: oh, you must be the guy I contacted about helping me fix a testla cannon. Barbara: was wondering when my copy of 30 Handy flamethrower recipes would arrive. (Taylor's insult can go here) Vulpes: GGGrrrrr D:< why must you be so ignorant?! The group then laugh at Vulpes reaction to their ideas of what they think he's there for.
Taylor could tell that the man before her was a Frumentarii, an important one at that. "You must be Vulpes Inculta, head of the Frumentarii of Caesars Legion. I can assume why you are here?" Vulpes took a sigh of relief, someone had a bright mind amongst the group. "Indeed. Lord Caesar wishes for an audience with you. To my knowledge, you will be the first 'outsiders' to ever receive such an honour. Not even Tribal Chiefdoms receive this honour." Vulpes replied before pulling out several long necklaces from his pocket. "My lord has also given you the gift of the Mark of Caesar. Any crimes against the Legion are hearby forgiven. However, continued hostilities against the Legion from this point onwards would result in the loss of this privilege. Lord Caesar is expecting you, so don't take your time. He has important matters to discuss."
