I am Legion

That was 13 years ago, now I am a part of Caesars elite assassins, trained from the time I joined the legion to be abele to kill without mercy or remorse. I became one of the legions best. Before we made it to the Mojave  I had established a good reputation with The legion I had never failed in a mission, either because of my cunning, tact, or with a bloody display of grotesque violence, mostly just the violence.



I was crouched on a ridge west of the Hoover damn watching the rangers and troopers as they changed there patrol routes, planning my attack, president Kimball was going to make a appearance at the damn tomorrow, and I planned to kill him. I watched the final shift change before moving back down the ridge and under a small overhang in the rock that I had been hiding out under the past few nights and climbed on to my bedroll and thought of the day to come as I waited for sleep.



I awoke a few hours later, just after sunrise, and began to dress in a suit of customized power armor from before the war. It was a strange suit more advanced then the ones used by the Brotherhood of Steel, It was more streamlined, had a special computer gantlet that linked to the helmet for wireless terminal hacking, with the help of servo motors built into the joints increased the users strength, and the helmet was outfitted with enhanced optics, but my favorite modification was the brass bull that decorated the chest plate. I strapped on the various weapons that I had brought with me for the mission as I waited for a contact I was supposed to meet before the mission.

I heard the rocks shift and aimed one of my matching side arms (Ranger Sequoias with bulls on the grips) in the direction of the sound to find, my contact, Cato, an old friend from an experiment Caesar had started. The idea had been to create a five man squad of the Legions best to deploy behind enemy lines, the squad, or the Horns as it was officially named, consisted of, our leader Lucius who now leads the Praetorian guard, our medic Cato Hostilius who now performs recon and tactical assistance to assassins like myself, our sniper Vulpes Inculta now leader of the frumentarii, and of course there where the heavy hitters like myself and Lanius who is now the Legate of Caesars Legion. We had been an expert team capable of taking on enemy groups that out numbered us as much as ten to one, but because of our different skills the team was disbanded to fit the needs of the Legion.



But I digress Cato and I where watching the dame as we waited when we heard the sounds of an approaching vertibird. I looked at Cato and said “You better get into position” He simply gave a nod as he headed for the road that led to the damn. Within a minute I could see the presidential vertibird, or “Bear Force One” as the profligates called it, land on the roof of the observation center. As I laid on the high ridge watching the president I mentally went through the rest of my plans. Step one, kill the snipers. Step two, kill Kimball. Step three detonate explosives for diversion. Step four meat up with Cato kill any survivors, steel Baer Force One and escape. Step five return to the fort and be a big fucking hero. I was still lost in the thought of my plan, when I was suddenly snapped back to reality by the booming of Kimball’s voice as he began his speech I looked for Cato it the assembled crowed when I spotted him he raised his hand to cover his moth in a fake yawn, to those looking on it was simply rude, but to me it meant he was ready for me to began the attack. I pulled a hand full of arrows from the quiver on my back and knocked one as I raised the bow drawing back the string as I took careful aim through the fiber optic sights dropping the first of the two snipers in the tall tower over looking the stage, before the first man hit the ground another arrow was already headed for the second sniper, they both dropped without a sound. Next I set my sights on the trooper in the salvaged power armor patrolling the roof of the observation center “Hadn’t planed on that, goanna need something a little bigger.” I reached into my quiver an pulled out a green arrow and sent it flying in to the week neck joint of the salvaged armor, then the trooper began to shake before the armor fell to a heap on the ground, a green goo spilling from inside it. The arrowhead had a plasma core, perfect for punching through armor and melting anything inside.

Step one complete, now I pulled a special arrow from my quiver, created entirely from the tip of the serrated arrowhead with expanding barbs, through the carbon fiber shaft filled with remote detonated high explosives, and all the way down to the twisted veins that caused the arrow to spin as it whistled through the air, and knocked it tacking careful aim this shot had to be perfect I lined the sights up on Kimballs shoulder, my hart was in my throat as I released the shot. Time seemed to slow down as the arrow flew towered the president of the NCR. It made a high pitched whistle witch as I expected drew the attention of its’ target and as he turned to see the source of the sound, the arrow buried itself deep in his chest and he let out a blood curtailing scream as he doubled over on the stage, and just as planed the veteran rangers began to crowed around him blocking his fallen form as they tried to protect the dead man. I stood and took cover behind a tall outcropping of rock and put my bow down in its quiver as I drew one of my pistols and the detonator. I counted down the seconds 5..4..3..2..1..GO I ducked out from behind the rocks, and set off the detonator causing a massive explosion to erupt from the stage at the same moment that Cato opened up on the crowed with a 10mm sub machinegun. Citizens and troopers of the NCR began falling to the hail of bullets as chunks of there president, and his bodyguards, rained down from the sky like a disgusting rain of gore.

I met with Cato as we began to work our way towered the ladder leading to the observation center roof. We met little resistance only a few troopers managed to come at us but none managed to slow us down before having their brains scattered crossed the walls and ground laughing as we went. We wear home free when we made it to the ladder and then the roof and as we boarded the vertibird I thought we where clear when out of nowhere I took a punch from a power fist and the last thing I remember thinking before it all went black was……..who?

 

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