Although in Fallout: New Vegas I could never bring myself to kill a NCR trooper, that's why I never did a Legion playthrough, although the Caesar's Legion background work is terrible, I thought I would do a little (may turn large) fanfic for the Legion, just for background, if you know what I mean.
Chapter 1: Initiation
2 May, 2275
Yellow Hand Ranch, Arizona
The group of young boys from the Yellow Hand Tribe were all lined up against a ramshackle wall, they were abducted from the tribe by Caesar's Legion several weeks ago, and had all passed their initiation with flying colours, except for Joe, who was only 15 when he was trampled by a wild bighorner.
Their final challenge lay ahead of them, they all had to defeat a legionary in a duel, and the loser, could die. Several of the Yellow Hands passed, but two of the Yellow Hands had been killed. It was Robert's turn now, the person he was going to duel had grimace in his eyes, he had clearly seen many battles.
The legionnaire charged at him with his machete, Rob quickly rolled out of the way of the experienced legionnaire. Robert dived on the man's back and swung round for a bit, the 17 year old was barely holding his own. As the legionnaire swung at him again, but missed. Robert grabbed hold of the man's arm and twisted it, causing the legionnaire to drop his weapon.
Robert lifted up the machete, as the man cowered on the floor, the people who were around the ring was ushering for Robert to kill him. Although Robert didn't think he wanted to do this, he swung and knocked the man's head straight off, everyone around the ring cheered, except one man who was staring at him at the front of the round. The man looked haunted, he also look aged, he was atleast a centurion rank, probably even a praetorian.
The man walked over to Robert, and raised his arm in the air.
"Quite, I said Quite!!!!!" as the man said this, every single person in the around the ring went silent. "I believe we have finally recruited every Yellow Hand candidate, with these forty-odd new recruits, it should be slightly easier to take the battle to the NCR!!!"
As he said that everyone cheered, it was deafening for Robert. He looked over to the man who was shouting. The man grinned at Robert and whispered to him, "I think you have true potential to be a Centurion, you are way out of league of the Decanus', you could even be a Praetorian if you keep on going the way you are, if anyone asks you about it, say Praetorian Lanius told you".
Rob was gobsmacked, the man who just congratulated him was Legate Graham's right-hand man, Caesar's lead Praetorian! Now he knew why the camp went riot when he talked.
He continued, "Every new recruit head to the camp HQ, there you will receive your rank and your first set of Legion armour, treat it like a god, as the armour will protect you through thick and thin!".
Robert trudged over to the camp HQ, where he would see the Vicus Vinco (The quarter-master) who would delegate his rank to him. As Rob waited in the queue for the tent, he heard various ranks being read out to the recruits.
He could legionnaire (average soldier), Decanus (a cell leader, a cell was a group of typical soldiers, ranging from 4-12 soldiers), Auxillia Legionnaire (the yellow hand were classed as foreign members, so therefore many were not able to assimilate themselves into the actual legion, only as auxiliary units).
As Robert reached the desk inside the tent, the Vicus Vinco looked up at Robert and smile at him.
"Your very lucky, considering your in Lanius' good graces. He recommended you for Centurion rank, congratulations, sir." the man lifted himself up and lifted his hand up to 'Ave' Robert, who now outranked him, "You will be in charge off most likely all of your friends from the Yellow Hand, lucky you, here's your armour".
The man passed a very clunky but light piece of armour to the brand-new Centurion, and saluted him, "It may seem blank now, but as a centurion you can decorate it with your fallen enemies armour, enjoy, ave!".
Robert slid the armour on, it was surprisingly very light, but as he decorated it, it would most likely get much heavier. As he left the tent, he felt nothing but pride, but he was worried too now, because pride could lead to downfall. He looked at his friend's who waved at him.
Robert initiated the conversation, "I'm in charge of all of you guy's, let me see you salute me", Robert chuckled as he said this, but he noticed his friends snap off a clean salute. He just realised that in the Legion if you didn't follow orders, messy things could happen. Just last week a legionnaire was executed for the way he talked to a centurion, Robert didn't want to be like that with his men.
It was getting late now, and just realised all of the officers of the camp had to meet at night to talk about problems and situations in the camp. Rob shuffled back into the camp HQ and all of the officers were already seated. He sat down in the last chair, it was rather small pre-war camping chair.
Lanius started, "Many of you don't know this, but the legion will be leaving this ranch tomorrow morning, we will still have patrols and guards here though, Centurion Marcus, your in charge of that", the old and rugged centurion nodded to Lanius' order, "We are leaving for Denver, apparently the camp up there is having trouble with raider scum, dogs and scavengers, we need to mop up, this all okay?", everyone on the table nodded, except Robert, but Lanius' made and exception, "Our legionnaires will meet at the north gate then, eight-thirty, on the dot".
Everyone cleared the tent, except Lanius' who signalled for Rob to stay behind, "I'm expecting a clean performance from you, no shit, okay? Once we get to Denver, I might take you from your legionnaires and make you my personal guard if you succeed to impress, make me proud." Lanius walked off as if something never happened.
Robert was confused, not only was he a brand new recruit, he had been instantly promoted to the rank of Centurion, and for some reason Lanius was keeping an eye on him, and as Lanius looked back, Rob just realised about the massive scar across his face, it made Lanius look even more haunted, as if what had happened to him long ago was terrible.
Chapter 1: Initiation
2 May, 2275
Yellow Hand Ranch, Arizona
The group of young boys from the Yellow Hand Tribe were all lined up against a ramshackle wall, they were abducted from the tribe by Caesar's Legion several weeks ago, and had all passed their initiation with flying colours, except for Joe, who was only 15 when he was trampled by a wild bighorner.
Their final challenge lay ahead of them, they all had to defeat a legionary in a duel, and the loser, could die. Several of the Yellow Hands passed, but two of the Yellow Hands had been killed. It was Robert's turn now, the person he was going to duel had grimace in his eyes, he had clearly seen many battles.
The legionnaire charged at him with his machete, Rob quickly rolled out of the way of the experienced legionnaire. Robert dived on the man's back and swung round for a bit, the 17 year old was barely holding his own. As the legionnaire swung at him again, but missed. Robert grabbed hold of the man's arm and twisted it, causing the legionnaire to drop his weapon.
Robert lifted up the machete, as the man cowered on the floor, the people who were around the ring was ushering for Robert to kill him. Although Robert didn't think he wanted to do this, he swung and knocked the man's head straight off, everyone around the ring cheered, except one man who was staring at him at the front of the round. The man looked haunted, he also look aged, he was atleast a centurion rank, probably even a praetorian.
The man walked over to Robert, and raised his arm in the air.
"Quite, I said Quite!!!!!" as the man said this, every single person in the around the ring went silent. "I believe we have finally recruited every Yellow Hand candidate, with these forty-odd new recruits, it should be slightly easier to take the battle to the NCR!!!"
As he said that everyone cheered, it was deafening for Robert. He looked over to the man who was shouting. The man grinned at Robert and whispered to him, "I think you have true potential to be a Centurion, you are way out of league of the Decanus', you could even be a Praetorian if you keep on going the way you are, if anyone asks you about it, say Praetorian Lanius told you".
Rob was gobsmacked, the man who just congratulated him was Legate Graham's right-hand man, Caesar's lead Praetorian! Now he knew why the camp went riot when he talked.
He continued, "Every new recruit head to the camp HQ, there you will receive your rank and your first set of Legion armour, treat it like a god, as the armour will protect you through thick and thin!".
Robert trudged over to the camp HQ, where he would see the Vicus Vinco (The quarter-master) who would delegate his rank to him. As Rob waited in the queue for the tent, he heard various ranks being read out to the recruits.
He could legionnaire (average soldier), Decanus (a cell leader, a cell was a group of typical soldiers, ranging from 4-12 soldiers), Auxillia Legionnaire (the yellow hand were classed as foreign members, so therefore many were not able to assimilate themselves into the actual legion, only as auxiliary units).
As Robert reached the desk inside the tent, the Vicus Vinco looked up at Robert and smile at him.
"Your very lucky, considering your in Lanius' good graces. He recommended you for Centurion rank, congratulations, sir." the man lifted himself up and lifted his hand up to 'Ave' Robert, who now outranked him, "You will be in charge off most likely all of your friends from the Yellow Hand, lucky you, here's your armour".
The man passed a very clunky but light piece of armour to the brand-new Centurion, and saluted him, "It may seem blank now, but as a centurion you can decorate it with your fallen enemies armour, enjoy, ave!".
Robert slid the armour on, it was surprisingly very light, but as he decorated it, it would most likely get much heavier. As he left the tent, he felt nothing but pride, but he was worried too now, because pride could lead to downfall. He looked at his friend's who waved at him.
Robert initiated the conversation, "I'm in charge of all of you guy's, let me see you salute me", Robert chuckled as he said this, but he noticed his friends snap off a clean salute. He just realised that in the Legion if you didn't follow orders, messy things could happen. Just last week a legionnaire was executed for the way he talked to a centurion, Robert didn't want to be like that with his men.
It was getting late now, and just realised all of the officers of the camp had to meet at night to talk about problems and situations in the camp. Rob shuffled back into the camp HQ and all of the officers were already seated. He sat down in the last chair, it was rather small pre-war camping chair.
Lanius started, "Many of you don't know this, but the legion will be leaving this ranch tomorrow morning, we will still have patrols and guards here though, Centurion Marcus, your in charge of that", the old and rugged centurion nodded to Lanius' order, "We are leaving for Denver, apparently the camp up there is having trouble with raider scum, dogs and scavengers, we need to mop up, this all okay?", everyone on the table nodded, except Robert, but Lanius' made and exception, "Our legionnaires will meet at the north gate then, eight-thirty, on the dot".
Everyone cleared the tent, except Lanius' who signalled for Rob to stay behind, "I'm expecting a clean performance from you, no shit, okay? Once we get to Denver, I might take you from your legionnaires and make you my personal guard if you succeed to impress, make me proud." Lanius walked off as if something never happened.
Robert was confused, not only was he a brand new recruit, he had been instantly promoted to the rank of Centurion, and for some reason Lanius was keeping an eye on him, and as Lanius looked back, Rob just realised about the massive scar across his face, it made Lanius look even more haunted, as if what had happened to him long ago was terrible.