The situation at the camp was a mess. The morale was low, supplies coming in had dwindled, and equipment was shit. Major Polatli looked at his map with frustration, if the Legion attacked at any moment everyone was going to be fighting to the death and for their lives. They didn't give a damn about the prisoners unless they were women, but even then it wasn't good. The situation in Nelson was a shit show as soon as they arrived.
With everything near the edge, he had to make sure the frontlines didn't break and shift the balance around Hoover Dam. Too many souls died during the previous battle. His radio operator just kept receiving terrible reports at other camps or perhaps false reports, but it didn't help his problems. Nothing good was coming out. "Well, looks like we might not survive this one." He quietly whispered to himself.
Then he heard a tent's flap open as he turned around, only to find a trooper run up to him. Once he presented himself to his superior, he gave his report. "Major Polatli, sir. Sentries spotted something in 'No Man's Land.' Said they wanted you to see this."
"Is it a Legion scouting party?" The major asked.
The trooper nodded his head. "Yes sir."
"Alert the camp and get ready for an attack. The Legion want this side of the river, let's make them pay for it." Polatli wasn't one for speeches, but it was better than nothing. As the command staff continued their work, he began to follow the trooper out of the tent while grabbing his service rifle on his way out.
When the alert came in, troopers began to arm themselves with whatever weapons they could get their hands on. Most troopers were armed with caravan shotguns while the ranked officers or the sergeants were armed with more. Walking through the camp, the major noticed the disheartened expressions of the men and women. With things so grim, hope seemed like a forgotten idea left behind.
Arriving at one of the sentry towers, the guard glanced over his shoulder and nodded to him. "Just in time sir, I just caught something you 'ought to see." He commented. When the major stood near the edge, the sentry pointed. "Look, down below. You can see the red."
Major Polatli raised his rifle and looked over at the defenses. The NCR troopers were only equipped for close range and the Legion were monsters at such a distance. Should the situation get even worse, the Legionnaires would be using their spears just to mock his men for having no range. Nothing good was going to come out of this. "Get ready boys!" He yelled out.
His eyes looked down below to see a dozen Legionnaires running towards the camp without hesitation. Their eyes looked at the tower, causing a few to open fire. Their guns opened while others attempted to lunge their spears before falling short. Then he returned fire with a few shots. It wasn't enough to stop the tide as he heard men from other towers shoot back.
Looking at the leading man, he almost pulled the trigger. Yet, his mind sensed there was something at hand something that didn't feel normal. Just now, Polatli couldn't believe his own very eyes.
A tall and skinny humanoid began to appear before the Legionnaires, causing the first few to jump back in surprise. Before they could respond to its dark-skinned appearance, the creature's hands shot out and were raised in the general direction of the Legion. "What the hell…" Then two more appeared, but began to direct their palms from the side of the straight line.
Whatever these creatures were, they did something. The discipline that was known in Caesar's Legion began to disappear when the men attacking his camp began to throw themselves in fits. Loud whimpers came from their lips as they dropped to the ground crying out for Caesar. It was the strangest sight he had ever seen.
Then the first dark creature turned to him with it's eyes looking at the tower. "Shit, what's it going to do?!" The sentry beside him wondered.
In a blink of an eye, they disappeared before his very eyes. The only detail that remained was the whimpering Legionnaires crying in the open like children. "That is one report I don't think, Golf can expect." Major Polatli commented.
Author's Note: If anybody is confused, I decided to cut out some of the unnecessary content out of my main fic since it was probably why I'm lacking reviews. If anyone does see this, I suggest you check out Mojave Roulette if you want something good to read.