Yes, yes I do. Not afraid to admit this... But anyway. I have a piece of where I was taunting a faction in the Fallout Universe. Legion is my bag a lot of times. So here it is.
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Location: An Ex-NCR settlement outside their current borders.
Character: Octavianus/The Legion
-The Wrath of The Bull-
Octavianus stretched out on his bed, glancing at the woman on his left, then to the one one his right, lifting his head up he shifted the one on his feet. Smirking he felt younger already, as he pushed them each off his bed, before moving to stand up and stretch more. "Get out," deep rolling voice like heavy thunder clouds on the horizon, "Now!" The women quickly rushing from his tent, he had enjoyed his spoils last night, but now it was time for work.
Taking a seat at his desk, he looked over papers and maps. The NCR had pulled themselves back, leaving him a way to send a special message to them. Marking six settlements his Frumentarii had scouted out in the weeks before this last conquest. Not even looking as one of his subordinates stepped into his tent.
"Ave True to Caesar," the subordinate greeted their leader, but was met with silence, "Sir?" The Bull sighed before returning the greeting, he had been in deep thought about plans and what he wanted to do. "Get a cohort together. 480 men should be more than enough to overrun one of these settlements. I will not be taking my normal Praetorians, have these few who wish to be Frumentarii ready," he held up a list of names, the subordinate taking it, saluting and taking off.
Octavianus stood and finally dressed in his armor, this would be a great march onto show the NCR that the Legion was back to their old ways.
It would take a few days march to get his forces into position, they barely set up any kind of encampment, they needed to be able to strike hard and fast. Low fires, bedrolls, like his beginning days in the great service to Caesar. The Bull relaxed back under the stars, he looked like any other Centurion at the moment, use to that style, that look, those manners. He had never planned to take the Legion under his grasp, but they way he was able to pull them back together after beating the Legate to a pulp. Sighing as he settled with ease into sleep, ready for the next day to finish off preparing and then waiting for the cover of night.
Pushing himself to sleep till noon as it was out of his habit of being awake before dawn, he wanted to make sure he was rested enough to complete this attack. Staring up at his subordinate he grumbled, rather be staring at naked slaves in his arms than up the skirt of a man. Scowling as he saluted back to the man, "Well?"
"Reports on the settlement, no NCR soldiers, light guards, shouldn't loose more than 30 men." The Bull sat up, nodding his head, counting over how many could be lost. "Did you factor in for the night raid?" Questioning the man as he stood up, turning to face the smaller man, brow raised. He could see the fear leeching from his subordinate, chuckling as he found it amusing. "15 lashes when we get back." Rolling his shoulders he headed for breakfast, plotting out his time till it was raid time.
As the sunset behind them, The Legion camp was already mobile worthy. The Bull had gathered the men who wished to join the ranks of his spies, looking them over. "You fail, you won't make it back to Flagstaff. And you better pray to Mars that you fall in battle." The bull was nothing short but one to remind failure is not an option. He had seen what Caesar had done to Graham, to him it wasn't cruel enough, wasn't fear inspiring enough. Partly why he always seemed to hint at the bull he had made.
Pulling his helm over his face, it was almost time as the last few seconds of light snuffed out behind him. He raised his hand, wrapped around the gladius, signaling he was ready to start the conquest. No horn blew, nothing to elude to the men charging for the settlement. Thunderous waves of feet, the men on guard duty didn't hear it till it was too late. The hordes of Legion bursting through the small junk walls the town had built, it was like watching ants moving and flowing through the streets and homes, with The Bull at the head of the charge.
Blades clashing, guns firing, screaming, panic, sounds of crushing bones, this was what Caesar's Legion was good at, lightning attacks, striking like a ghost in the darkness. For the glory of Caesar! the words out of every Legion man as they slaughter this place.
The Bull was into his work, like some old world sport of watching a black bull gut men in an arena. This was the world he lived for, feeling the ping of a bullet off his shoulder armor, he sadistically grinned under his helm, turning to face the young man who was fumbling to reload the pistol. The giant beast of a man stalking towards the man, the edge of his twin gladiuses catching the firelight as he moved closer. "Filthy Profligate child, you might have been spared another time, but not this night!"
Fully charging the man, The Bull enjoyed the look of fear on his face, it was like a drug to him, he wanted more of it after it was gone. His gladiuses sinking into the upper torso of the boy. Using his brute strength to lob the boy over his head and off his weapons, turning to catch another man screaming about his son and striking him down with little effort. 'These people wouldn't even make decent slaves,' the thought in the back of The Bull's head.
The only order given other than raising the settlement to the ground was to bring him one woman after that they were to begin the march home. He found little joy in this action of this night, the joy of fear fleeting as most of these people were nothing more than shells of humans.
The Bull pulled back watching the men he had picked, his hand painfully wrapped around the wrists of a woman. She was crying, not that is phased The Bull, as he watched the mistakes these men made. "Bleh, tighter form! More force! USE YOUR HEAD!" Shaking the girl, he chuckled, "You may stop crying now, you won the lotto. I picked you to live, no one will touch you." Still sobbing her scoffed, "But don't forget you belong to me, I always come for what is mine."
Angry was not the word as he watched one of the Frumentarii hopefuls take an axe to the side, growling softly his Subordinate took the woman from him. Leaping down from his vantage point he charged forward, pulling the swords from his back, giving his famed war cry, clearing his path, tossing profligate and Legion member aside with equal measure. Jumping up and over one of his men, and bringing his sword down into the shoulder of the axe wielder. Cleaving half way into it and getting stuck he released his grip on his weapon, bringing his other arm up to block the axe swing with his buckler like shield on his forearm. His fist moving to catch the Axeman it the side of the head, staggering him.
The Bull roared in anger as the Axeman spun trying to catch him again only to be met with a shield bash to the chest. The Bull was impressed as the man staggered but did not drop to the ground or his weapon. "Halt. We should do this as men! No weapon, two men, you best me and I won't kill you." The Axeman's answer was a spit of blood and saliva at The Bull's face and a taunt with his hands to bring it on.
Laughing as he charged forward again, nearly missing the axe feeling the edge of it scrape his helm lightly. Octave got in close, grabbing the arm with the axe in it, pulling his knee up into the gut of the man. Dipping his helmed head down he moved in and then jerked his head up catching the man's jaw. The axeman's teeth cutting through his own tongue, and staggering back. Letting go at that moment he brought his powerful leg up and kicked the axeman in the chest sending him fully backwards and dropping the axe.
Picking up the axe, Octave smirked, stalking close to the man. Raising the axe over his head and then sending it down and through the neck of the man, severing it from the body. Taking a spear from the injured hopeful, he rammed the head of the spear into the head of his kill. Walking towards the center of town as the sounds of battle began to die down, speared head in hand, he glanced to his subordinate. It was time.
The heat from the fire caused The Bull to sweat, but this is what he wanted, the settlement removed from the wasteland forever. Cleansed with fire and The Men of the Bull. Staking the spear into the ground he looked around at the Frumentarii hopefuls, the one holding his side getting no emotional response what so ever. The subordinate holding the woman, who had been stripped bare, was still sobbing. Pathetic, he thought as he cleared his throat. "Your wish to join my Frumentarii is granted, once you do one final task." The 9 men stood there, looking back and forth between themselves and the woman, thinking she was for them, some of them licked their lips and having a hungry look in their eyes.
The Bull watched, "You will cull the weakest from your ranks. He bleeds and is not fit to become My Frumentarii." The axe wound showed fear, screaming and begging for his life, pleading with his brothers to not do it. It was over quickly, the eight men making short work of the other, it was none too pretty either. The woman was screaming the entire time, not that anyone truly seemed to care.
"You two, kneel here and here." The two men kneeled on one knee facing each other, their knees so close they touched. The bull grabbed the woman, pulling her chest on the knees. "Hold her arms. You hold her legs. You pull her head to the left." Barking orders as his subordinate handed him a glowing hot brand in the shape of a bull. Pressing it to her skin, she screamed more, struggling, "TIGHTER!" Pressing and holding for a while, before pulling it back and handing off. Taking a hand full of ash and dirt he rubbed it into the wound, wanting it to be raised when it began to heal. "Sit her up! Hold Her!" Pulling his boot knife he began shaving her hair off, no reason not to remind the Bear they were less than human to him.
The woman cried, staring up at The Bull, "You may all go, rally the men at my orders and I will meet you soon."
Left alone with the woman, he tenderly caressed her cheek, smirking. She glared up at him, "You said I wouldn't be touched, you monster!" The deep thunderous chuckle of The Bull escaping, slowly building into a full laugh. "And no one raped you, you belong to me. If anyone would have, they would face my Bronze Bull in Flagstaff." The look of anger and fear he gave her, he almost regretted leaving her behind to serve as a message, she would have made a fine brooder for a fine heir to his throne.
"You will tell the NCR that there is a new bull to fear. That he is called Octavianus Fulvius Nertomarus. The Bull. Tell them I will come for you, I will come to claim my property, and to take notice of this place, more will follow. Tell them the price of failure is death at the horns of my Bronze Bull." He let her go, falling into the dirt and ash, turning his back to her and walking off. Heading for his home, it was time to go celebrate when he returned, to formally assign those men to his Frumentarii ranks and start their training.
