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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/19/2016 3:12:04 AM
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[b][i]Training Grounds[/i][/b]
[i]Legion Encampment, Near the Dojo[/i]
[b]The Legate stood in front of his camp, proud of all of the work he had done in just one day. His golden-colored, metal armor shimmered in the sun, as did his helmet. His sword was across his back, as normal. The metal blade glinted, but nothing near the armor. His red gauss rifle, Bloodshot was also on his back, the painted NCR skulls standing firm on its barrel and stock. His hunting revolver, Deadeye, lay holstered at his hip, looking menacing in the red light it gave off from the sun. His ballistic fist was still on his hand, a little uncomfortable when the Legate crossed his arms. The Legate watched over the camp with eyes of a hawk. Everything was still and peaceful for a while, until he heard the screams of a little girl.
He searched and searched for the screaming, and finally found the source in one of the slave pens. There was one of the newer Recruit Legionnaires grabbing the little girl. That is, until the Recruit was met with a fist to the jaw, instantly breaking it. A Cursor walked to the Legate.[/b]
Cursor: "What should I do with him, Legate?"
Legate: "Nail him to a cross right in the middle of the camp as a reminder to the men, we may be Legion, but the Black Sun division will not tolerate sexual acts towards the slaves or prisoners. Kill him after two days."
Cursor: "Yes, Legate."
[b]The Legate sighed, and stood there, shaking his head.[/b]
[spoiler]Open to anyone who is not an enemy of the Legion.[/spoiler]
English
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Anything you got
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"We can give you 2000 bottlecaps, and 500 Legion Denari."
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2500 bottle caps and 500 of that other stuff.
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[BARTER CHECK FAILED] "2250. And 500 Legion Denari."
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2350 and 500.
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[BARTER CHECK SUCCESS] "Fine. But that's all you get."
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Good. *He holds out his hand to shake*
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[b]The Legate shakes his hand.[/b]
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When do I start?
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"I'll contact you."
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Alrighty then, I'll be waiting. *He nods as he takes his shotgun off his back, cleaning it with a cloth rag*
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"You are welcome to stay in our camp until the battle is upon us."
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Thanks but no thanks
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"Then I would suggest you take your leave, Profligate."
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[b][i]Cassie had spent the entire night modifying her Legion armor to fit her figure better, and it was perfect. She really made it her own set of armor, and Cassie was quite proud of it. On her left side, her blindingly white sword, Hand of God, was sheathed. Her sniper rifle and two revolvers were nowhere in sight, however there was no doubt that Cassie had them with her. As she walk past, her sensitive hearing easily picked up the happenings, and she walked over, making a question mark with her right index finger.[/i][/b]
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"One of the recruits was grabbing a slave. The Legion does not stand for this kind of behavior. He will be nailed to a cross in the middle of the camp. Let be an example to not break one of the Legion's few rules which I uphold."
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[b][i]Cassie nodded, her head turning towards the recruit in disgust.[/i][/b]
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"Recruit? Would you happen to have time for an assignment?"
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[b][i]She nodded again, making another question mark.[/i][/b]
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"There is a gun supplier to the south of here. There is a gun inside. It belonged to a man named Joshua Graham. He was the Legate before Lanius. Retrieve the gun for the Legion."
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[b][i]Cassie nodded, turning, and preparing to leave.[/i][/b]
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"Hold on, Recruit. Don't kill anyone."
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[i][b]She nodded once more, and began making her way towards the gun shop, with surprisingly good direction, considering that she was blind.[/b][/i]
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[b]She finds that there are four tents in the area where the Legate directed her.[/b]
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[b][i]She enters the first one.[/i][/b]
