Fallout New Vegas: Chronicles of the Legion's Regime
Repair time with Raul
Raul traveled with Six when Silus told her. "My men's weapons are jammed and broken. We need your help."
"My follower here can help you but I have three rules which I intend to extend to Caesar's Legion: Raul here is NOT a slave, he decides what he can fix. Two, he has the right to charge for his services. Three, no harm is to come to his rotten head. If I hear he's harmed, I will be most displeased." Six declared with arms crossed.
One veteran complained. "Do we really have to pay in caps?"
Six answered. "Yes. In caps."
Many groaned but accepted it. Six told Raul. "I'll be talking to Caesar for a bit. Just give a yell if they're harassing you."
"Sure Boss." Raul grumbled as he saw Six left.
For the latter hours, Raul fixed up the Legionnaires' guns and he soon found most of it to be jammed. Apparently, they were never trained to maintain their rifles and pistols.
'Guess that's why they mostly use machetes and throwing spears.' Raul thought as he fixed up Silus' Marksman Carbine.
While he was fixing one Centurion's Assault Carbine, one of the Veterans ran to him with a gasoline tank and asked if that would helped. He said no and thought that the Veteran would kill him. Good thing Six arrived and her presence alone was enough to scare him off.
"This reminds me back at my imprisonment with Tabitha Boss." Raul said to Six who shrugged.
Another time, one recruit brought in his damaged Hunting Rifle for him to repair but he discovered that it was melted by plasma and way beyond his ability to repair. He told the recruit as such and the man pouted in defeat while cursing at a prospector.
Interestingly, he was asked by Vulpes to repair some silenced 10mm pistols. Raul was impressed that they are still in superb condition and was more than happy to repair them.
He decided to play a prank on one of the annoying Centurions. He placed a living tiny radroach inside of the magazine of a Marksman Carbine. When he saw the radroach burst out of that rifle when the man was reloading, it scared the living life out of that Centurion to the point where he screamed like a little girl. Raul managed to restrain himself from laughing and put on his poker face which he excelled pretty well.
'The look on his face was priceless.' Raul thought.
Two recruits had Raul repair their 9mm pistols and for some reason, the guns exploded. Raul was lucky enough not to get any of his fingers blown up whilst repairing. It wasn't his fault but he knew that he would be blamed by the recruits anyway. So he had to yell out Boss and Six shooed then away.
The last one and this is his favorite part. Caesar asked him to repair his Displacer Glove and he obliged him. He charged him around 5,000 caps for the repair and Caesar went on a tirade on how the 'zombie' should be grateful on earning his favor and he shouldn't rely on Six for help and he even used that Displacer Glove to punch Raul in the face.
His head pulled back but it didn't hurt considering he didn't repair it yet. After more death threats on having his Praetorians beat him to death and all. Raul finally agreed to repair the weapon for free.
Raul deliberately didn't tell Caesar that he implanted some sort of voice module inside of the glove courtesy of his time with the Toaster back at Big Mountain and when Caesar gave his speech to his Legionnaires, he used some sort of remote to change Caesar's voice to a high pitched chipmunk sounding voice. It didn't help that some of the allied forces where there and they were laughing their heads off at Caesar's voice being a chipmunk while the Legionnaires were seething in humiliation.
Raul got revenge on Caesar that day as he smirked at Caesar's red face and he confessed to Six about it when they finally left the Fort.
Raul smirked to himself. 'Definitely worth the scolding Boss gave me when I saw the look on Caesar's face.'
He told Six on the trip back to the Lucky 38. "Hey boss, thanks for taking me to the Fort. I had fun there."
Six tilted her head a little from that one but didn't bother to question him. Simply saying. "You're welcome."
What Raul loved about some Legionnaires is that they can be rather dumb and the next time six had him repair stuff, he'll pull some discreet pranks on them.
