Guess who comes for dinner?

Fallout New Vegas[Fanfiction]

THE BULL'S RETURN

-Three weeks ed since the defeat of both the NCR and the Legion at the Dam-

With the second battle of Hoover Dam came in great casualities, for big names would be pulled out of the game's seats.

•Caesar himself,

Died to his tumor 2 days prior to the final march toward the Dam, leaving Command to Legate Lanius

•Legate Lanius,

In one last duel, he fought the Courier 6 to the death. Yet his martial skills would not be enough. For he would find himself laying in the sand, facing West as he gazed one last time toward his once promised land as he bled out.

•Courier 6,

His fight against the Legate resulted in his victory, after he shot the man twice in the liver and perforated the titan's lungs with a knife. Yet it wasn't enough to keep his own place in the game for he too would succomb to his numerous injuries.

•General Oliver

While Commanding troops from the rear line, the General would find himself pinned down by legion scout snipers. A greater scheme, which involved artillery rounds being sent at him. No more remains from him.

It was 3 weeks now since the last battle of Hoover dam and both sides had once again recoiled to their own respective den. The Mojave was at once, quiet for both the Bull and the Bear replenished their forces, slowly.

A new Caesar arised to the the throne, a greater man than the last. Physically and in ideals, a man who lead from the front. They called him; 'The Suzerain' for he ruled over humans like a God, a King that made all kings bow before him. And with him, be brought more men, much more dedication and aggression was to come but also... technology of War.

THE 13TH COMPANY

As the night crawled, torches could be seen from the East and then, the loud sound of tribal blowhorns would be heard aswell as the screams of human beings in pain. They marched toward the Fort in columns, hundreds of them; warriors. All far more hardened then the average Legionary.

And in between their ranks, they carried massive devices of the likes of which that had never been seen before. Trebuchet, catapults, balistas. Proghorns dragged the equippement under the whip strikes of their masters who shouted and shouted. But their shouts would be defeaned by the sounds of the profligate screams, for the columns carried along itself rolling crosses. Men and women, nailed to wood, burned by the Sun and starved. Their ankles, slashed by the Priests of Mars to unleash not only blood but their screams. An offering but also a sign of arrival;

We are here.

At the head of the warmongering zoo of decadence and ear necklace wearing warriors stood the Legatus Invictus Galliea. Along with him, the Centurion in T51 powered armor, Sergus Monnos. They both lead the march toward the gates of the fort.

Legatus Galliae Invictus

As the Company reached the edges of the fort, it would suddenly be halted in abrupt manner. The voice of the second in command echoed loudly via the helmet speakers of his power armor as his arm raised. It held a 90° angle and his metal fist closed up violently, clanking loudly.

COMPANY. HALT!

His screamed was only garnished by the soft moaning of the crucified slaves and the huffing of tbe War beasts. Cladded in his giant red armor, covered in spikes and golden decorative Bulls, the man turned to his Legatus. Despite being in a suit of power armor, he only slightly loomed over the man in charge of the Company.

The company's ears are yours, Legatus.

...

Hidden behind a seemingly crying face of flat steel with only two small slits for the eyes, the man remained quiet. His breath, speaking for him as he nodded. Then, in the Night, only lit by the Fort's multiple torches and fire, the Legatus would walk up the small hill that gave access to the Fort's entry. There he turned and faced his company. Even from far away, his stature was... abnormal, way taller than any men present, even the toughest. His once human silhouette was altered completely. From his head and descending against his back and shoulders, there was the skin of an entire Yao Guai, a prize of victory and testament of strength.

COMPANY!

His voice echoed through his mask of steel as his left hand held onto the handle of his gladius. The other, formed a tight fist alongside his body.

COMPANY. You are at the doors that will lead West, the doors to Ultimate conquest. Beyond the Fort is where the profligates crawls and hides. You will conqueror them. Flay them. Kill them and EAT them. And those who are too stubborn to die will be nailed to our crosses and war engines.

He spoke with violence and sheer hate for his two bloodshotted eyes were wide open behind his mask. He nearly snarled but held his composure.

Despite his brutality, he kept his 'true self' hidden from his men, orders from the Caesar himself. For the Caesar alone thought that Galliea Invictus was way too much of an anomaly to remain untamed. As a result, the Legatus whom had been conquered by the Suzerain, was forced to refrain from.his animalistic ways.

...COMPANY. For each of you that will set foot in the Mojave, I want 100 profligate scalps. It is your debt and your price... will be the greatest siege in the history of mankind.

Unbeknownst to the standard Legionaries currently in the fort, the 13th Company had just came out of a successful siege. For 15 weeks they sieged enemy oppositions only to quickly end them in a quick burst of violence. And then? They were immediately deployed toward the Mojave to do the same once again, with no breaks in between.

Galliae looked at his company through his mask, turning his head from left to right as they screamed. Then he turned and with a wave of the ordered the formation to move forward as he moved in the fort.

COMPANYYYYY, FORWAAAAARRRRD!!!!

Screamed the First Spear as he too waved out his hand to indicate to the men to move forward. Atlast, he'd turn away from them and follow behind the Legatus. From there, the 13th Company began to march on again, sounds of whips echoing along with the thundering footsteps of the soldiers. As they'd through the massive fort, the current Legion force would remain quiet, observing the heavily armored warriors. All decorated with vile garments, necklaces of ears and fingers. Human skin strapped on armor pieces, human teeth used on gloves as brass knuckles. They all seemed so alien, in fact one of them wore a full faced helmet on which a face that wasn't his own was strapped on. He looked at the slaves in the eyes as he ed by them... none wanted to know what he'd do to them.

As the company settle down in the camp, the Legatus and the Primus Pilus ordered all of the Company's Centurions to meet.