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The procession fell away from the building as only Caesar and his Praetorian Guard followed Lanius and Titus into the gaping maw at the base of the tower. They led their master up to the top floor penthouse and stood at attention as he slowly looked around the floor and his expression told them he was beyond impressed. After a few moments, Caesar spoke.

"So... where is he?" He asked with an almost reverential tone - like he respected House as an opponent. With a simple gesture, Titus lead Caesar to the secret elevator and down to the depths of the tower where it's previous owner lay, plugged into the whirring, glowing machines that kept him alive these past two centuries. Caesar seemed amused. The most powerful man in this great ruined city was merely a skeleton with some wires attached - how fitting. With a few taps at the terminal, Titus brought the 'man' out of the chamber for his master.

"W-why...have you done this? ... Centuries of preparation ...so much good, undone ... Your conquest ... Is doomed to fail ..."

The centurion left his master to speak with House for a few moments, retreating to the elevator. After some time talking with the abomination that lay in that tube, Caesar turned back to Titus, then to the terminal. In a couple of tapped buttons, House's rancid, green body popped in its harness. Caesar walked back to the elevator, ready to return to his new residence. His face was a mixture of pride and solemnity.

When they got back to the penthouse, Lanius and Lucius were seated at a table while the rest of the Guard were dotted around the room. This was the debriefing. Caesar took his seat at the head of the table and TItus at the far end. It was Lanius who spoke first.

"The city is taken. Every soldier of the Bear has been rooted out. A decisive victory-" he began.

"Really," Caesar began. "From what I've heard, we only barely won."

But Titus, perhaps foolishly, added. "A decisive victory?! Pfft. We lost half our cohort taking this city!"

Had Titus not had as much favor with Caesar as he did, Lanius may have killed him in this very room. Even their master himself was a little shocked at the outburst. Caesar looked down the table at the Centurion as raised his eyebrows as if to ask what he would do now, to make up for their loses here, and for disrespecting the Legate.

"The people here can be recruited - in a few months, we'll have made up for our dead." A good but obvious answer. Caesar was not overly impressed. He was about to speak out against Titus when the centurion continued. "But we should send a message to the profligates at Shady Sands. Have the bodies of every NCR soldier quartered, the remains dumped at the city border under cover of night, to let them know what is coming their way."

Lanius was still. Caesar nodded his head looking pleased with himself. Titus stood, gave Lucius a quick nod, who did the same, then left for the Strip. There was work to be done.

When he got to the Freeside gates, he saw the tiny remain of his centuria waiting for him. Ever faithful, Lupe walked straight up to him, seemingly unfased by what had happened the day before.

"Tell the rest of the men at the Mormon Fort: quarter the profligate bodies; and the men outside the gates: go to the Crimson Caravan HQ, slaughter them, and bring me every single Brahmin they have!"

With that, he simply left them, slightly confused with their orders, and made his way back to his suite.

Ameritus successfully escaped to the outskirts of New Vegas by slipping into the sewer system nearby. She had made it a point to map out every possible escape route from the city and knew the ghoul and rat-infested sewers well. She had made a few connections with the human inhabitants of the sewers, and was able to remain with them long enough to have the lead dug out of her and be healed properly. A few well-played games of Caravan saw her fully supplied with food, water, and stims, and well on her way. She made sure to repay their kindness by informing them about the Legion's occupation and advising their willing cooperation with them. She knew this would be to their benefit. The Legion was likely to give them better accommodations than the NCR ever did!

Her human 'friends' here always worried when she made her way deep into the sewer system. Many of them had tried exploring those subterranean avenues and never returned. Ameritus never worried in dark places. A few hits of Cateye was all she needed to safely traverse these areas, no matter how many dangers presented themselves. She was expert at sneaking thanks to her friend Delbin. Ah Delbin. The thought of his murder by the NCR pigs always brought a fresh rush of hatred for them. She took a moment to relive her sparse victories against her enemies and sighed, wishing there had been more. Her thwarted attempts at taking on the enemy had awarded little success.

It wasn't until she inveigled herself into their ranks that she had been able to really do some damage. Those vital communiques from NCR scouts about Legion activities that went 'missing', (along with the messengers who delievered them), the nightstalker venom that managed to find its way into scout canteens, (that wouldn't be used until they were well away from New Vegas and their deaths would be considered 'accidents'), were all her meager contributions to The Cause. But they gave her little satisfaction. She wasn't aware that any of the petty attempts she made against the NCR would merit real results, until she saw the Legion marching into New Vegas, catching the NCR with their "pants down"; a favorite position with Profligates!

She couldn't allow time to relish their defeat. The war hadn't been won and she couldn't be captured and rendered useless! She took a hit of Cateye, stifling down the guilt she felt when she went against the Legion's directives against using chems, and entered the labyrinthian tunnels that would take her safely to the outskirts of town, right under the Legion's nose.

Aurora had set to scrubbing the red stains from the bath with an exhausted vigour. She was still weary from the events of the last day. The few hours sleep that she had taken by her Master's side in the large, soft bed had revived her for a while but she felt the haze of exhaustion creeping up again. She heard the sounds of men moving about in armour,guards from the Praetorian ranks were taking positions as Lanius passed. She heard his deep voice from behind the door of her Master's suite as he passed.

Aurora held her breath as he passed by. She had the soiled towels in her arms and was about to step out into the corridor,she waited until she heard the door to Lanius' suite close before she moved out of Titus' suite to gather fresh linens. Aurora looked in both directions noticing the Guards at their door and also at the for to Lanius' suite. Honour Guards for Caesar's top commanders. She felt 'safer'already.

She kept her eyes downcast as she passed the two guards at the door to Titus' suite. She moved quickly to the cleaners room and collected more towels, dumping the soiled towels in a basket to be cleaned and laundered. She returned with an armful if soft towels and saw Titus returning from the other direction, she respectfully bowed her head to him and waited for him to enter the Suite first. She quickly placed the towels in the bathroom and returned to her master's side

It was good seeing Lucius again. Those two would have to catch up soon. He owed Lucius a lot and was glad to be making his mentor proud. But back to the matter at hand. It would take hours, perhaps the rest of the day before the bodies were prepared, then weeks for the delivery to be made, but it would be worth it to know those degenerates back west were shitting themselves.

"Come here," he said to Aurora, beckoning her closer with a wave of his hand. To her surprise, the reached up, popped the clasp of her collar and dropped it onto the floor. "Useless pile of shit anyway - never worked."

He figured she knew her place now, she had nowhere to go now even if she ran, and the mark on her shoulder would tell people where she was from if she did. And maybe, very deep down, he thought he owed her more than that.

It was a great relief to have that accursed collar removed from her neck. Aurora's hands went to her neck and felt the marks that had indented themselves into the soft skin at her throat and neck.

"Thank you, Master." she said with deep gratitude. She had no idea exactly what she was feeling, her emotions were so mixed, anger and resentment, buried deep within that she had been lied to, relief and gratitude that the damned heavy thing was off and she could hope swallow normally again after weeks of having to swallow only small amounts of food, She had lost weight due to this, as her eating was slowed with necessity.

Aurora kept her emotions from her face, lest she offend her master. She now adhered to the tenants of the slave of the Legion, Honestia, Prudentia and Industria, Honesty, Prudence and Industry, Service to her Master, to the Legion. She was an NCR Soldier no more.