* Cooper and Y/N *
Cooper Howard has wondered the Mojave wasteland for over 200 years becoming as wild and hardened as the land itself... He never expected regain his humanity when he meets Y/N or to feel the softness and warmth of skin under his f...
We are escorted through rows of tents in the Legion stronghold, it feels like remnants of a once-thriving Roman encampment, now situated on high ground overlooking the Colorado River. The tents, weathered and patched, bear resemblance to the makeshift dwellings of an ancient army.
The Legionnaires, adorned in their makeshift Roman-inspired armor, patrol the camp with disciplined precision, their presence evoking a sense of militaristic order in the midst of the post-nuclear apocalyptic wasteland.
As we pass by members of the Legion, their eyes fixed upon us, it becomes clear that we are not merely observers but captives in this theater of power. The atmosphere is heavy with the echoes of a bygone era, where authority is asserted through dominance and fear. Yet, the remnants of a once-great civilization juxtaposed against the desolate backdrop of the wasteland serve as a reminder of the fragility of human achievement in the face of destruction.
"I thought he said we weren't prisoners," Y/N whispers into my ear, her voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
"But doesn't it just feel so theatrical?" I respond, my voice filled with a touch of irony.
The grandiosity of the Legion's encampment, reminiscent of an ancient empire, seems almost out of place in this ravaged world. Yet, it is a testament to the relentless will to power that persists even in the aftermath of nuclear devastation and of Edward's massive fucking ego.
Every time we pass a tent or fire, members of the Legion stop and stare at us. The term 'member' sure isn't a correct term for those individuals. They have been assimilated into the ranks through hostile takeovers. They are comprised of bands of wanderers, small tribes, and anyone unlucky enough to be in Edward's way. His belief is that the individual has no value beyond their utility to the state and to him, whether as an instrument of war or production... and you can certainly guess which category the women fall into.
I grab a tray of cherry tomato's from a street vendor. It's been a long day and Caesar isn't the most hospitable of overlords. I palm the tray off to Y/N who shoves a few into her mouth.
"For the tomato's" I shout throwing a handful of caps at the annoyed stall owners face.
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There is a heavy emphasis placed on personal sacrifice within the legion. Victory cannot be achieved without shedding blood and lives, and a lot of that is thrown at the NCR. To this end, the Legion rejects the use of robots, as they firmly believe that mankind requires warriors and their sacrifice, rather than gadgets that allow for bloodless victories.
It's going to be an interesting meeting with the Brotherhood.
We sent word with a Legion messenger to a Brotherhood outpost. We actually sent three messengers, two of which were decoys with the wrong locations:
Brotherhood Request urgent audience with Caesar and the Legion in neutral territories: 36.41054° N, 113.14168° W, 23/09, noon
Significant information regarding the NCR and pre-war technologies. The Supremus Ordo Caesar No weapons, no tricks, and NO fucking tricks :)
