Madeline becomes a of the Legion

"I...I...I understand." Madeline said through her tears. Nodding for emphasis.

"Very well." Vulpus stood "Do not try to run away or you will beg for the cross."

Her bonds were eventually cut and she was herded with a few other unfortunate souls northward.

"Where do you think they are taking us?" one man asked as they trekked in the hot Mojave sun.

"'The Fort' is what I heard." Madeline said sadly.

"Its called Fortification Hill." Another answered, he was an old man, but evidently had some skill in metalworking and was therefore accounted to be desirable for slavery.

"Where is that?" asked the first inquisitive ****.

"Must be on the other side of Hoover Dam." The old man said adding "There will be a big battle between the NCR and the Legion no doubt."

"Quiet slaves!" a legionnaire snarled at the old man. "Now keep up."

The group hushed as the moved along. They made camp among a rocky outcropping. The slaves helped pitch the tents of their captors. Though they themselves of course would sleep outside under guard.

Despite their apparent cruelty Madeline had to admit these men were organized--and disciplined. Commands were obeyed, order was kept, and the safety of the unit (even the slaves) was ensured (a feat in the wasteland)

Madeline could continue along with her captors as a ****, maybe an opportunity would present itself or she could actively begin to plot her escape.