Redfield was waiting outside his office for David to arrive. The soldiers running around left, and right made it hard to pinpoint which one was David. The small talk with the guard outside his office was the only thing keeping him from blowing his brains out and dying of boredom.
At the point David arrived, Redfield uttered a witty remark about his new armour, something about it being snug and tight. Redfield walked him into his office, behind locked doors as usual.
It wasn't long before Redfield got David into his power armour and armed him up, ready for battle. David spun up the Redeemer excitedly. There was still time to enjoy the day, get a feel of the power he had inside the armour.
Suddenly, a long bellowing air raid siren blares throughout the Dam, with red lights shining thick and fast. With furious body movements, he knew it was happening. A really, really awful day was ahead of him - another attack.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes." Redfield sighed. "The Legion is attacking the Dam."
"Okay, where should I start?"
"Get to the visitor centre and regroup with your team."
"What about the Dam?"
"We have Brotherhood reinforcements helping our defences, remember? Lead the attack now while we hold them off here."
"Roger that." David goes to leave Redfield's armoury but is stopped by him.
"David," Redfield called. "I'm counting on you to lead a team to victory. Remember everything I taught you. Got it?"
David looks back to Redfield. "Do you expect anything less from me?" David left the office out of earshot.
The Dam's loudspeaker system suddenly came on; it was Colonel Moore. "General Redfield, please report to the war room immediately!"
Redfield sighed. "Fucking hell. Here we go again."
David ran at a brisk jogging pace to the visitor centre outside the office, just past the power plant 01, the first northernmost of four power plant sections. All of the plants had the same layouts; large open areas with two giant turbines, with a middle and top tier catwalk, each with a set of stairs.
The N.C.R. and Brotherhood were suppressing the Legion pretty well, from the doors and catwalks the Legion just kept coming. The Brotherhood had power armour too, David thought they'd be alright if it's half as good as the one he's wearing. The Legion just kept coming, crawling over each other for a quick kill.
Up in the visitor centre were some soldiers in unpowered armour, the smaller alpha series. They were standing by for further orders. Huddled around the reception desk was his team, Boone, Cass, Lyannah and William.
On the reception desk were some first-aid boxes from the Followers, a soldier at heart David took what was left, just a single psycho, med-X and a stimpack. David had no idea what the first two chems do; he took them anyway for later. It was picked clean by everyone else.
Lyannah was anxious to tear up trouble with her assault carbine, with William and his .308 hunting rifle standing close by her. Boone and Cass had their rifles in hand, and in their armour, Cass' being the best-looking one. Before any words could be said, David got a call on his headset from Redfield, behind the temporary static he spoke clearly into his ear.
"Son, can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear."
"I'm back with Oliver and Moore in the war room. I'll keep an eye on you best I can. Is your HUD working?"
"Yeah."
"Good, you'll need that. Just remember your training and stay safe."
"I will, dad, don't worry." Suddenly, a loud thundering explosion outside shook the Dam, the shockwave pulsed and echoed everywhere. Everyone in the visitor centre held their grounds from the sudden quake. Some soldiers collapsed, many stood firm.
"I forgot to warn you about our defensive countermeasures, my bad."
"What just happened? The whole ruddy Dam shook!"
"Tear gas. Oliver thought it would be a fabulous idea to flood the Dam with it."
"As long as it doesn't get in the way."
Cass overheard David. "Who are you talkin' to?"
"Just keep an eye on your minimap and your vision settings set to thermal. I'm going silent now; I need to keep focused on the Mojave's forces. Keep your group safe, son." Redfield disconnected the call from his side.
"Later dad."
"Are we moving on or not, Agent? I didn't come here to waste my time." Lyannah muttered impatiently.
William glanced at David. "When you gotta go, you gotta go. Do you want to keep a woman waiting?"
"The generals gave us clearance." David was still spinning up the Redeemer, whirring rhythmically to a free beat. "Let's go kick some Legion ass!"
Outside on Hoover Dam, the setting from the top of the large stone monument was oddly quiet and tame, apart from the N.C.R. soldiers screaming their battle cries. Amongst the tear gas, was a thick smokescreen, David's thermal lens as able to see right through it, picking up heat signatures in the shapes of Legion soldiers. He marched through the smoke, maximising his efficiency as a walking tank with a big fucking gun at his side.
Without the sound of gunfire and just battle cries, the mood suddenly took a turn for the worst, to David, it was unsettling. William pondered shared the same idea as David.
Lyannah was getting restless, she unsheathed her dark sword and seemed to relish the thought of an imminent attack. With a smile, she ran in with her sword with a charge equal to David's. Some leader he was. She was too eager and couldn't be tamed.
The closer the five got to the smoke, the thinner it was. As they came upon it, Boone and Cass waited behind the sandbags not far off David's side. Not everyone slowed down, though, Lyannah kept her pace and sprinted sword first into the thinning smoke. The smoke had claimed her, and the sounds of gunfire came out of nowhere.
"Damn it, Lyannah!" William and David shouted, with a quick look to one another, they both had the same idea again and raced after her.
William didn't get far. The smoke ripped at his throat and nostrils, making him regret not bringing his helmet. "Lyannah!" William called, keeping his tone of voice low enough not to give away his exact position.
There was no telling who was lurking around. There was no reason for the Legion to hold back. If Lyannah could press through the smoke, so could anyone else. What's stopping them? David's heavy footsteps were still stomping around beyond the smoke, while the gunfire slowly started to fade away.
"Come on, Lyannah!" William repeated, the tension was rising to a horrible feeling of despair. She couldn't have ventured on without the rest of us, could she?
Then he heard quick footsteps coming ahead. Crouching behind the sandbags next to Boone, William stared into the smoke, where the heavy steps were. A machete ripped through the smoke, immediately followed by the Legionnaire who was swinging it.
Boone rolled away to his side, just missing the crude weapon. He was too close for his rifle but too far for his machete, in which he doesn't know why he bothered to bring it.
The Legionnaire didn't give Boone much time, immediately twisting his body towards him for a second strike. As his arm stretched over to deliver the blow, something exceptionally swift out of the smoke, cleaved the arm in half from the elbow.
The Legionnaire's lower arm soared away out of sight. Out of shock and disbelief, he gazed upon his stump, shortly after that, he panicked and screamed while it spurted with blood.
Boone stood up and blew the Legionnaire's head to pieces with a crude smirk. From there William and Boone knew their cover was compromised. Before the Legionnaire's body fell to the ground, someone came flying out of the smoke behind sandbags next to Will. The timing was top-notch, as hails of gunfire started from the other side back started focusing on whoever was ahead - that being David. Boone stared at William and Cass, wondering if they should provide suppression fire.
Lyannah wiped down her bloody sword with a red cloth. "That's it," Lyannah stated happily, sheathing her sword, "Right in the thick of it all. The signs of a real battle."
"You're enjoying this way too much woman," William muttered, bracing himself against the sandbags. "How's David holding up?"
"He's performing admirably," Lyannah replied.
As the smoke finally went away, it became apparent that the five were at a disadvantage, Lyannah was right; they were in the thick of it. Both sides held their positions, tightly bunching up around any form of cover.
The Legion, on the other hand, seemed like they were more spread apart. The only conciliation was that David soaked up their gunfire, thus taking the focus off the other four.
"David's not gonna last much longer out there," William said quietly, nodding towards the Legion's side.
Lyannah shook her head and chuckled morbidly. "It's an ambush. If we can get the Legion to advance past us, we can catch them from behind." William scoffed at the idea but noticed David's gunfire was slowing down.
The massive, sustain damage shredded the legionaries apart easily without proper precision. The 7.62mm tore flesh from their bones and ripped their limbs from the joints in a bloody massacre; no legionary was spared the cruel flay. Piles of legionaries slumped left and right in bloody piles, but the Legion kept on charging into the fray without any regard for their health - no matter how many David put down.
When they weren't screaming Caesar's name, launching themselves at him, some were mobilising at the back. The legionaries had the decency to attack first, so clearing the way forward was a lot easier than it sounded. The flashes of lights allowed him to make an educated guess on their locations.
A small squad in heavier armour and weapons were approaching. They all had gas masks. David caught a glimpse of them and couldn't figure out the high priority targets. The gas was still thick. They marched straight at him.
"What's your current status, son?" Redfield asked over David's headset.
"The tear gas only stalled the Legion's attack; now their just piling on me!" David replied.
"Come on, David, think! You can do this, I know it! Must be something you can use to your advantage."
"Spot for me then. I'm kinda sweating my ass off over here!" David rested his firm trigger finger; the Redeemer was air-cooled. "Always open to your advice."
"Stand by, son, I'll be back," Redfield calmly said. Without a single word more, he went silent.
"Dad!" David staggered from a nearby explosion down by his left leg; didn't hurt in any way but it was distracting. The explosive blast was dull and rang inside his head. "Fuck me!"
"David, pull back. We have a plan." William delicately said, from behind the sandbags.
"This better be good one," David muttered, with reluctance.
The sound of boots marching caught everyone's attention. David followed William's plan and faked a retreat towards the visitor centre. With the Legion's sights fixed on David, he fired back and lured them all forward and promptly stepped back quickly and more often than the step before. The bullets were ringing against his body all over.
With around twenty or so men all spraying their weapons at David, he was successful in luring them past Boone, Cass, Lyannah and Will. The way the blended with the Dam was very sneaky; hiding amongst nearby dead bodies. David had hundreds of round peppering him all over, feeling like a vicious tickling.
With him distracting the Legion's forces and kiting them into a kill zone, it was up to the others to mow the pursuers down. The Legion mercilessly chased after David, even if their ballistic weapons were barely scratching him.
Changing their positions on the other side of the sandbags, David's team made their move. Out of the blue, William opened fire from behind the Legion, with Boone and Cass supporting him soon after. William did not typically shoot people in the backs, but for once, he didn't care.
He was wiser since his raider days, but more importantly, it was war. Back and forth along with Boone and Cass, they dropped a Legionnaire every second. Their high calibre .308 rounds recoiled and heaved, piercing through their armour that split their bodies apart.
Much to her dismay, Lyannah's weapon jammed. With a slight growl, she stood from the sandbags, replacing her fury with stalwart determination. Lyannah underestimated the Legion's armour and discarded her firearm.
"Lyannah, what are you doing?!" William yelled, distracting his fire. "You're in the open!"
By now, the eyes of all the fighters fixed on Lyannah, but so were the Legion's weapons. In a few moments, she would be shredded to pieces. David damned himself if he was going to get Lyannah hurt on his account, he charged at the lingering legionaries with his Redeemer and tried to force their attention on him.
He needed them to focus on him; it was the purpose of a tank. To steamroll and push over the opposition. To take the damage, so they don't have to. David swatted as many of them as he physically could, but it all was in vain; he was too slow. The Legion didn't bat an eye to the tank beating through the backlines.
Lyannah drew a sharp breath and shouted, "Zun haal viik!"
With unnatural strength, the force of her voice whirled up the dust in front of her. Her voice was of such magnitude it shook the entire Dam, even causing some legionaries to lose their footing. As if it acted upon some invisible force, the legionaries' weapons were all ripped from their fingers and hurled all over the place, leaving most shaken and stirred.
It was like magic, but not like the one she previously demonstrated that time in the barracks. The shout wasn't the end of it, though. David, Boone, Cass and Will watched her, as did the legionaries, she extended her one arm towards the legionaries. Arcs of an electrical charge crackled up her spine, around her body and through her arm into her palm, forming a blue ball of energy.
With the arcs charging between her fingers, it took seconds to build a full charge to extend to the legionaries, who were unfortunate to be on the business end of Lyannah's wrath. Lightning as quick as the speed of light hit all the legionaries and entangled them with a horrible blue blur.
The electricity let loose, firing towards her foes like thunderbolts, so bright it built up and drowned out the blistering sun. The sheer sound of the terrifying bolts were the likes no one has ever heard before, the only sound to rise above it were the agonising screams of the legionaries. Flesh bubbled, and muscles spazzed out of order.
Soon the screaming ceased, and once Lyannah was satisfied, she closed her fist, ending it all as fast as it started. The smell of burning flesh and ashes blew throughout the Dam, clouded with an eerie silence. Bodies shredded apart with a faint reminder of their likeness in their crippled poses; the leftovers were burnt to a crisp. The nasty stuff of war. Like the wars of Tamriel.