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It took them over three hours of heavy pushing in the mighty heat of the Mojave sun to get the Howitzers to their location, they stopped only once to take a small amount of water, The Legionaries took a larger ration than the tired slaves. Aurora herself took a cup of Water to Titus, before she took a small drink from the ladle that was passed out from a bucket amongst the slaves and returned to her position at the Howitzer.
The men moved quickly around the machines of destruction when they were finally in position, others brought up the ordinance from Nellis' storage.
Aurora and the other women moved back from the Howitzers and watched, "Prepare to cover your ears." Aurora advised the girls quietly. She watched as Titus in all his bloody, gore-splattered splendor supervised the positioning of the guns. the soldiers loaded the ammunition.
Aurora and the other two slave girls stood together and waited for the first barrage to begin.
The veterans manned the guns, They lined up, very few of the men having used the howitzer back at the Fort. The Lucky 38 would remain standing - for Caesar - but the Gomorrah would be rubble as soon as time permitted. That house of debauchery and those vile Omertas needed to be the first to taste the Legion's new arsenal. Half the line of guns aimed at the top of the casino, aiming to shear the roof off then rain fire in through the hole, while the other half aimed at the nearest gate. The first volley would signal the rest of the cohort to rise from the tunnels. The second would allow the men from this side who weren't on the guns to breach Freeside.
The Legate was standing at the front of the group. Lanius drew his Blade Of The East and raised it. He looked at Titus through those cold black eyes of his mask, then threw his sword arm forward. The almighty boom from the line of guns sent a rush a air over the group, bringing with it sand and dust that clawed at the eyes and tore at the lungs. The wall to Freeside was shattered, and the upper half of the Gomorrah no more.
On the Legate's call, the legionaries rushed in.
Just as Ised began to turn around and stumble back to the bar the ground beneath her shook violently, never a good sign in New Vegas. "H-holy s-s-shit." Ised screamed terrified by what was going on outside. "Better turn this off!." She slammed her hand down onto the power button and the Lucky 38 became quiet other then the Securatrons leaving the building. "W-wheres my bag..." Ised was drunk as all hell but she wasn't stupid, she sat for a moment and tied her prosthetic leg as well and as tight as she could before grabbing her bag on the table. She rummaged through it before she found her last dose of Psycho and injected herself with it to get her self to wake up a bit. "
Before leaving the bar and it's safety she grabbed a almost broken shot gun off the shelf and loaded it with some bullets. Creeping over to the door Ised peeked through the small tinted window on the lucky 38's large front doors. She saw people running everywhere, large guns, and Caesar's men. "NOPE NOPE NOPE." She ducked down hoping no one saw her and ran for cover. Ised was a woman, drug addict, and and alcoholic three things the Legion didn't like.
Aurora knew the firing drill from her time in the NCR. Plug your ears with your fingers, turn away and crouch. as she assumed the position, the other slave girls followed her example, they wouldn't have the tell tale ringing of Tinitis in their ears that the Legionaries would suffer for years to come from being near such a loud noise assaulting them.
The dust clouds billowed over the girls and men alike, covering them with the Mojave dust. Aurora coughed the fine sand particles from her throat and opened her eyes to see the destruction wrought from the first volley. the top of the Gomorrah casino was rubble and dust, she kept her fingers plugging her ears as the next volley was fired. the noise was still terrific, but at least it was dulled a little. she turned away from the second cloud of dust, feeling another layer of it caking her sweat-damp body, she screwed her eyes shut and held her breath as the dust settled around her.
when she opened her eyes and took her fingers from her ears, she saw the men of the Legion, that crimson Sea of death and destruction wash through the shattered gates of Freeside, Her eyes moved to Titus, a bloodied figure standing near Lanius, there was a strange admiration for him, he was a warrior, but a brutal one.
All she could do now was watch as New Vegas changed hands in a bloody transaction.
There was no time for rounding up slaves. This city was huge, so they would leave rounding up captures until after every single uniform within the walls was drenched in blood. Legionaries rushed in through the breach, legionaries rose up from the tunnels. Going through the hole in the wall meant certain death, and the men in red where coming out by the only other exit. There was no escape.
Fire rained down from the skies, setting the Gomorrah ablaze - the burning figures of hookers and gamblers writhing in the wreckage. That was where the crucifixes would go.
The legionaries were racing through the streets, butchering any civilians who fought back, but they hadn't counted on the resistance they met the closer they got to the NCR embassy.
Troopers beyond number, Heavy troopers clad in steel armour, even ranger who were presumed wiped from the desert. The legion had to stop their advance as they reached that block of Vegas. No amount of numbers would breach that firing line. Any idiot recruit who thought otherwise was shredded to pieces by the LMGs set up at the end of the road.
Aurora stood and looked at the carnage that the Legion had wrought in Freeside, while in the distance, she could still her the fighting between the dwindling forces of the NCR and the Legion, residents and NCR soldiers both lay about in various death poses.
She really didn't want to be here doing this, but once again, the Red 'X' on her slave rags had brought her to work for the Legion, rather than directly serving her Master, Centurion Titus Vulcanis, who was busy overseeing the taking of the Strip with the Legate.
She moved on her orders to help clear the NCR corpses to a pile in the middle of Freeside. She and one of the other girls struggled as they dragged the heavy corpse of an NCR private to add to the pile.
Gunshots rang out as Two NCR soldiers ran from their cover only to fall dead with two shots to their heads. The Legion soldiers looked at the fallen NCR soldiers, confused, and they aimed their weapons to the building from which the gunshots had emanated and fired, not wanting to take a chance that the shooter might pick them as their next targets.
A cry of pain was heard, and a figure fell from a broken second floor window into the alley below. One of the Recruits turned to Aurora,
"You, Slave." He gruffly said to her, "Go and see if they are still alive, and if they are dead, leave it and drag the NCR corpses over here." Aurora nodded, once again wishing that she was somewhere else, anywhere other than here, dragging the dead to piles.
She approached the alley with some trepidation, not sure if the person would shoot her on sight if they were alive, or if they were truly dead. She found the body of a young woman, lying on her side, face contorted in pain and blood seeping from a wound in her shoulder, at least one of the Legionaries' bullets had found its target.
"Don't shoot, I'm unarmed." She pleaded softly. The looked at the state the woman was in, she knew that the Legion would enslave her, but she wanted to help her somehow, in all the horrible things that she had been forced to do; she wanted to help someone, to feel that glow of good through her, to know that she made a difference in one person's life. She knew it wouldn't undo all the bad karma, but a little good karma was always helpful.
Ameritus had trailed the Legion for days. She knew that if she could only find out what their goals were, she could assist them and help to further the cause of the Legion. Where there was Legion, there was usually NCR. She finally had to admit defeat after months of futility and decided to use her situation to her best advantage. She had an easy in with the NCR, and could use their foolish sympathy against them. Her mentor had trained her to hide herself from her enemy in plain sight. She knew she would gain the NCR's sympathy when she explained that she was the sole survivor of the Nipton 'atrocities'. They took her in, as expected, never guessing that she was really there to undermine their every move and work against them. She longed for the kill. It was too hard to make a move against the NCR, whilst within their ranks, pretending to be an agent of the people she despised. She was finally sent to the Strip as dispatch to the Ambassador, where she could at last gain some opportunity to work against them.
She had been at the Vegas Strip for months running errands for the NCR who considered her an ally. She was like an eager puppy, making herself useful where she could, always volunteering for more. Eventually, she knew she would find a way to sabotage their goals. When she saw the Legion approaching today, she knew that day had finally come. Moving with great stealth, slowly, so as not to draw any attention to herself, she maneuvered to a ruined building and took a perch on the second story where she could snipe at unsuspecting NCR unnoticed. The battle was far bloodier than she had expected and it's duration far shorter. Ameritus sighed in frustration as kill after kill had to be relinquished to a Legion soldier for fear that the drop would draw attention to her location. She knew that she must stay hidden from the Legion at all costs, or else end up a slave, unable to practice her skills and savor the thrill of vengeance with each successive kill. Her life had become too much about the kill, and her stint with the NCR Ambassador had been boring and uneventful. Now, with the sweet taste of death in battle, she was forced to restrain herself against the enemy, and it was more than she could bear.
It wasn't until the battle was over and Legion slaves, dressed in rags, began clearing the dead bodies, (how could they stand to simply clean when others got the honor of killing?) that she noticed two NCR soldiers move into a stealth position. It looked like they were primed to take out the Centurion himself. She knew she had to act, even if it would draw attention to herself. She could always activate the stealth suit if they came too close. She could not allow a powerful figure in the Legion to be brought down by an ambush!
She waited for an opening and took her shots, two bullets, one for each of the Profligates, who fired their service rifles as they died. She had only a moment to savor the satisfaction that spread through her before the Legionaries, confused by the shooting, turned and shot in her direction. She felt a new warmth spread through her as the bullets found their target. She tumbled from her perch and landed hard on the ground, realizing that she would die once they approached, never knowing she was an ally. It wasn't a soldier, though, who eventually approached her, but one of the slaves she had noticed with disgust before. The rag-clad figure approached slowly on bare feet. When she noticed Ameritus was still alive, fear flashed through her face.
"Don't hurt me, I'm unarmed" she said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper.