Resist

The Courier, Angel, enter Ceaser’s tent. Crossing a Rubicon of sorts. The Praetorian guards made sure to disarm the Courier before Ceaser. Angel made her way to the throne. Atop sit Ceaser, despite Conquering most of the Mojave; Ceaser had extended his forces to to a point where administering his empire would be problematic. He had wanted to move his main headquarters to the Strip, however the Strip wasn’t under his control and his Eastern Provinces were growing restless with the lack of his presence. He had to continue ruling from the Fort, if he wanted to keep the Eastern Provinces from revolting.

Angel stood before the man, the Emperor of the Legion. Arcade Gannon standing reluctantly beside him, staring you down in anger. Angel spoke up, “Ceaser, I Angel of the Legion have done your bidding, I bring you the fruits of my labor.” handing the notes to Ceaser. Ceaser reviewed the notes that Angel had handed. Angel anxiously waited for Ceaser to be done, pacing about the tent. Ceaser raised an eyebrow to the Courier. “Courier, what troubles you to such an extent that you frisk about lax of confidence?” Angel twisted herself to face Ceaser; her troubled face showed. “Ceaser, I have been faithfully serving the Legion and yet I feel I an not being treated like a proper Legion Member.”

Ceaser went silent for a moment; thinking, thinking about how to phrase his next words. His Practorians moved to block the exit and surround the Courier. Angel ready herself for a fight. Then Ceaser spoke, “The Legion stood strong on the backs of its Legionaries. Built by the strength of Men: Men that are stronger than women, more resourceful than women, more loyal than women; with history showing that without women subservient to man society crumbles. I have no grudge against you, but you send a message that is detrimental to my Legion. So you must be made an example.” The Praetorians pounced upon the Courier; a six on one was already an unfair fight that only got worse with the dogs. The dogs bit at her heels; while the Praetorians pounded her with their ballistic fists. The Courier wouldn’t go down that easy. She had survived raiders, NCR, deathclaws, and whatever the Mojave could throw at her. The Courier fought her assailants tooth and nail; incompaciating all who challenged her. Ceaser sat alone on his throne with a pissed off Courier. The Courier understanding that shooting her way out of Legion territory without gun was a near suicide. So Angel made a deal with Ceaser. Angel would not kill Ceaser, but in exchange, she could leave the Mojave unharmed. Ceaser relented and allowed the Courier to leave the Mojave. Angel ran from the fort as fast as her legs could carry her. The Legion mobilized against her not giving the Courier time to equip herself. The Courier was chased down to the ends of the world.

The End.