I do not own the Fallout series in any form. This is a work of fanfiction.
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Chapter 1: the legion is coming
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The sun came up over the Sierra Madre casino and the surrounding villas. Since the courier activated the filtration system that had laid dormant for over two centuries, the strange red cloud that had kept the area in a permanent state of night was cleared and the streets would again warm up. Being exposed to the sun was unnatural to the ghost people, who were otherwise virtually invincible. They would spend the daytime hiding, only coming out at night.
Christine still watched over the casino, Dog and God kept watch over the villas and Dean spent his time trying to figure out a way into the vault. Luckily for everyone, there were no limits on the gambling at the casino, so they could win as much as was needed to procure food and drink from the specialty vending machines and bars throughout.
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One day when Christine walked out to the central fountain to visit with Dog and God. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a securitron approaching the gate. Knowing the courier might send someone or something to contact the group who pulled the heist of the century, she opened the gate and let the robot in. It handed her a holotape. "Courier six requests your presence for a new battle that is approaching. Caesar's legion is poised to overtake the Mojave, and the NCR troops are not believed to be sufficient. Even with the elite units coming from Baja, they are doubtful they can win at this point."
Christine put the holotape away and looked the securitron in the screen. "I thought she'd send word eventually. Thank you."
Out of the blue, a strange blast of energy slammed into the robot, knocking it out completely. Christine looked up at one of the security towers and saw Dean aiming a fully modified hologram rifle at the disabled robot. "It was either this or the rocket launcher." He shouted.
"Was it really necessary, Dean? It wasn't hostile."
"It certainly isn't now."
Dog and God came out to see what was going on and saw the fried robot. "I take it the messenger sent it."
"Yes, and Dean just made sure we can't RSVP. I'll check out the holotape and see what it's all about."
She took the tape into the main entrance of the casino and popped it into the terminal near the door. It was a message from the courier. 'If you are reading this, I am glad the securitron found its way. I would like to request assistance from yourself and the other heist members. Plus, Veronica would love to see Christine again. If you can make it, that would be appreciated. We'll be keeping New Vegas free of the legion.'
Christine put her hand on her chest. "Veronica." She whispered, remembering good times with her old girlfriend. "I'm coming."
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Courier six used the communication satellites at black mountain to send a message to the brains of Big Mt. Since they worked around the clock, their technology was steadily advancing. Everything from medicine to communications, weapons and armor technology. They always had a system scanning all known frequencies, so they received the message. It was encrypted with advanced encoding technology which was set up by the Brotherhood of steel. The only people who could decrypt the message were Big Mt, the brotherhood and the Enclave remnants.
They read the message, which was simple. Six was requesting tech to help fight the legion. "There's got to be a better use of our time than to help someone fight someone else from taking a dam." Klein huffed.
"Think about it Klein, it would be a valuable experience. We could look in on their battle, and maybe even put scanners in the equipment to copy that old world technology and make some improvements." Dr 0 replied.
"I'd love to see how that wonderful test subject. Those wonderful curves and appendages." Dala said passionately.
"Alright, fine. But this is also because I've grown tired of working on some of the same projects I have been working on since the bombs fell."
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Still riding high on their victory over the white legs in the valley, the dead horses and the sorrows were spending their time teaching each other about hunting and fighting, being ready for any other potential aggressors.
The brotherhood of steel was sending a group to the Midwest to try and shore up more troops for the coming fight. Six requested that they carry a message with them to the groups in Zion valley. They took the message with them, but they weren't too enthusiastic about it, since the tribes there used primitive and severely outdated technology for everything.
When a brotherhood scribe approached the camp, he was sure to keep his hands visible, so as to not seem hostile. He was greeted by the dead horse warriors, who watched his every move, but still lead him to their camp with the message. They soon arrived and were greeted by the imposing figure, the first Legate (General) of the legion, Joshua Graham. He was stripping and reassembling his pistol without a flaw.
"I bid you good day, soldier of steel. What brings you to our place in this world?" He asked, his voice both calming and terrifying to anyone who had never met him.
"Are you Mr Graham? I have a message from the one called courier six." The scribe nervously answered, unsure of what Graham was going to do.
Graham took the message and read it, similarly requesting help from the others. "My friend, we have no quarrel with you or your brethren who are waiting about a mile to the south. You are safe here as long as you respect the land."
"How do you know about the others?" The scribe asked, nervous that those who use almost no technology would be able to send word so fast.
"Nothing passes into or out of Zion without my hearing of it. We saw you coming from about the time you crossed what used to be the state line. You're sending a force to meet with others, bringing in more for this upcoming battle?"
"You really know your stuff."
"I used to be the General of the legion. My forces were poised to take the dam, but Boulder city saw an end to that."
The scribe froze from what he was hearing. "Wait, you're THAT Joshua Graham? The one that Caesar has sent numerous assassins after, and the same one that NCR snipers have had several confirmed kill shots on?"
"They always manage to hit these plates." Graham said referring to the composite trauma plates in his vest. "I fall over, attempting to draw them in to ensure the kill, where I would ambush them. But they see me fall and think they've gotten me."
"That's sinister."
"What, them thinking they have a kill or me being ready to defend myself?"
The scribe felt as though it was a good time to leave and started readying himself. "When you put it that way, I suppose neither one. I'll be taking my leave."
"Go with God, my friend. He has waited forever, and past the end of the world. He'll wait for you as well."
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Six sent another securitron to the divide, thinking that was safer due to the extremely hostile nature of the place. Its interfaces were compatible with the access ports in the various facilities, which allowed it to get through to the main facility grounds. The machine being new to the inhabitants of the divide, they took it as an invader. The marked men took cover and waited, but one of them was posted up in the shelled out remains of an apartment building nearby, drawing a bead on the robot with an anti materiel rifle. He squeezed the trigger and fired an armor piercing round, which passed through the robot with ease.
The others approached with weapons drawn, in case the unknown foe was not finished. They were all halted by the sound of a 10mm pistol firing into the air. All of their attention focused on the source of the shot, which was Ulysses. "I would think that your time here would've taught you not to blindly attack anyone and anything new. What if this thing has reinforcements?"
The marked men backed off as Ulysses stepped up to retrieve the holotape. He listened to the message, which was courier six again asking for help with the impending attack by the legion. "So, the messenger asking help from the messenger? Perhaps I should lend her a hand."
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Caesar wanted to see his troop buildup personally and was escorted by the Legate and the Praetorian guard to a ridge overlooking the route they were taking into the area. "I doubt the profligates are prepared for this. The dam will be mine." He said with vigor.
"My Lord, they should be ready to strike by the end of the week. Shall I sacrifice some of them to speed up the rest?" The Legate growled.
"No, this is going according to plan. If you sense any weakness, you have my permission to skin them alive. Preferably in front of the others."
In the distance, an NCR runner took pictures and notes of the buildup them started running. His journey would go mostly undetected and undisturbed. Not long after making it back to the Mojave, he was ambushed by a squad of legionnaires. He wasn't armed well enough to handle them and was quickly overwhelmed.
As a veteran decanus was about to finish him, a .45 bullet hit the legion soldier in the neck and his body went limp. The others turned around to see a heavily bandaged man staring them down with his gun still at the ready. "I hope you all have made your peace with God. You'll soon be judged."
The legion troops froze, seeing the burned man standing before them.