I stepped off the old wood raft onto a dirt path on the other side of the river. I marched up to the trail while being escorted, by two of Caesar's top personal guard. They wore the roman looking armor, but they did not have the standard issue helmets of low-ranking soldiers, and they wore red capes. The one in front of me was about a head shorter, and he had some sharp shard of metal to the end of his power fist. He barely made a sound, he moved like a well-oiled machine, every action felt planned to benefit him the most. The man behind me though was the complete opposite. While the smaller man had the shortcut, black hair, the other one had long brown hair growing all the way to his shoulder. He was incredibly tall towering over me like a bear, he wore no power fist, probably because they could not find a size large enough to fit his hands. As I reached the main gate a third soldier appeared, he had own more basic armor then the other two escorting me. The third soldier spoke to me in a mixed voice between fear and authority, "You must relinquish all your weapons to me." "Sir," he added nervously.

"Fine," I muttered sharply. I hated being without my weapons. The two guys that marched with me up the cliff, turned around and headed back to the river. I pushed forwards up a steep dirt path where a group of boys, no older than seven were running up and down the path, for the drill. As I reached the top, I came into the main part of the camp. There were 200 soldiers and twice as many slaves, there were rows and rows of tents, Caesar was clearly ready for war. I walked past the makeshift arena and up the final set of stairs, and right before the entrance to Caesar's tent, I could see why he chose this location. You could see all of Hoover Dam from the one spot, a perfect place to watch a glorious battle that would eventually take place.

….

Benny never really understood the details of how he got here, but all he knew was that he got captured by Legion soldier, sometime after he fled New Vegas. Benny has certain that they would crucify him, to set an example of what happens to a Vegas rat that crawls too far from its nest. They instead they took him here the main tent of Caesar and placed like a trophy on the side of the room. As Benny began to wonder how things could things could get much worse, his greatest fear walk through the tent door, the Courier. He wore a tattered set of Ranger Armor, that was full of stories. He wrote Mojave Courier were NCR was supposed to be. I couldn't see his face through the Ranger Helmet he was wearing. But I knew it was him the way he entered every room so calmly, always disturbed him. The courier walked forward not even giving Benny a passing glance like I was a bug on the rug. As the Courier walked to the main hall, it became unnaturally quiet. I watched him walk easily up to Caesar, then with a wave of Caesar's hand, the chattering continued.

Benny knew what was going to happen even before the Courier left to go on his secret mission. He, if he succeeded, would decide Benny faith. I was there for what felt like hours, contemplating my own death, when suddenly the ground began to shake as if the earth was being torn open. 15 minutes later The Courier came walking back into the tent. He walked right up to Caesar, who seemed to be in an unusually pleasant mood. Within seconds The Courier was grabbing Benny's ropes and forced me to follow him out of Caesar's tent. What was he planning an execution, arena battle, at worst of all crucifixion? But we walked right by all of those things, instead he took me to the raft he came here own and set us down the river. When we reached land he still refused to talk me, until we were far away from Crystal Cove, until we were safe from the guards. He stops on top of the hill where he made a small fire and began to cooking some Gecko steaks. The orange glow made his mask look more lifeless than usually. Benny broke first, " so what are you going to do with me know?" Benny asked casually.

" I'm heading west across Nipton high and to visit a few friends, while you head north to New Vegas."

"So you're setting me free?"

"No, I didn't go through all that, just to let you." " No! You are going to help me take control of New Vega," he added calmly, "think of this like a business proposal."

"And what if I refuse?"

He took a nine-millimeter pistol out and aimed it at my head. Benny chuckled, "well I guess I have no other choice, then."

The courier stood up and look down at me his face was concealed in the dark. The only thing visible was his eyes which seemed to pass right through the darkness. He was like a hungry predator ready to pounce. His voice was deep with a psychotic edge, he sounded as though he was going to kill me.

"No Benny, unlike you I give people choice, so if you want to stand up and leave, fine but don't think you'll have a place in this New World I'm creating." His voice was beginning to pick up the intensity. " I will create a nation that binds the Bear of the West to the Bull of the East, I will cross the Great Plains and not stop until I see the Capital's shores. I will conquer the world with or without you so make up your mind right now."

From that moment on Benny knew what we need to do next.