Crossing the Rubicon

Goodsprings hadn’t changed much. Only a small Legion garrison garrisoned the area. Angel passed the area with a spring in her step. Passing by Primm, which saw little change as well, in great haste. Making it to the Mojave Outpost.

The Mojave Outpost was the last foothold of the NCR. The NCR held the position by the skin of their teeth. Surviving many assaults from the pursuing Legion forces. The holdouts of the NCR had fortified the outpost to hell and back. Angel, wanting to get some action, went up to the Leading Centurion asking to aid the Legion’s ****. The Courier was turned down, saying she should return to the cooking pot. Angel shivered at his words. She thought to herself; was she becoming obsolete to the Legion, would Ceaser be willing to lose such a valuable asset as herself. She had to find out. Leaving in such a rush to the Fort. With no stopping and no rest. Angel made it before Ceaser’s tent before nightfall. Here she would get her answers, here there was no turning back.