Six kind of figured life couldn't go much further downhill after getting shot in the head, which proved that one should never tempt fate because Fate was a five-cap whore with a bad sense of humor.
Because one could always find themselves in an awkward three-way shoot-out with a Legion death squad and a Centurion.
The enemy of mine enemy is my friend. Except when he's a Legionnaire, then fuck him. She shot at the Centurion just in case he got any smug ideas about taking cover behind the same bit of rocky outcropping she was and the spray of bullets she received in return was weirdly reassuring, because that at least proved some things were still right-side up in the world.
Then someone threw a grenade. It must have been the Centurion, because the Legionnaires that didn't abruptly lose both their legs in the blast, dove out of hiding and immediately took as many shots to the chest as Six could unload at them.
Then they were both suddenly, awkwardly standing out of cover, and staring at each other.
It was the first time Six saw the man herself. Tall and broad and even broader in the ridiculous patchwork armor and incredibly dignified mini-skirts the Legion wore, but fucking terrifying covered in so much blood.
The stupidity of the situation seemed to occur to them at the same time and at the same time they took aim at each other and pulled their respective triggers. Fate intervened again and they were both met with the disappointingly weightless click of empty chambers.
Except he had a machete and Six had stern language and a quickly escalating migraine.
He crossed the space with terrifying speed and Six only just made it to one of the Legionnaire's bodies. Diving for the man's discarded sidearm, she felt the Centurion grab her leg and had a terrifying, fruitless second where she couldn't reach the blade.
But something so much better caught her eye and without a second thought she reached for that instead.
Silus wasn't completely sure what he wanted to do when he pinned the woman. Did he really want to just kill her or could he fuck her first? The ratty bitch hardly looked worth his time, but she had put up a hell of a fight and watching her take out his brothers in arms had been arousing in a way he couldn't put to words.
The Legion didn't have women that could handle a gun like that and fuck.
He was downright disappointed when she seemed to just give up the fight by turning over to face him, but then…
Fuck her mother.
One of the scouts had dropped a frag mine and the crazy whore had activated the thing right next to her head.
"Rock, paper, scissors, bomb. I win."
I always enjoy being the clever rogue and making speech checks in games. So I liked the small side quest with Silus. And I thought Silus was an intriguing character. Like, someone who was obviously disillusioned with Caesar? We didn't see that anywhere else. He was one of the few characters that I thought was probably worth expounding on.
And basically I have no idea what I'm going to do with this. Ideally it would turn into some kind of series of one-shots or whatever for when the mood strikes. We'll see.