This was a mission he had taken alone. It was a habit, going on these “recover” missions out in the wasteland. There’s less attention with just one, rather than bringing out a squad’s worth. Still, Ares had other reasons, other issues. After old intel, Ares was searching for documents relating to ammo supplies from before The Mojave Collapse. There’s was a reason for it all, a very good reason. The crates had .50 MG armor piercing rounds, more than enough for power armor hunter killer teams. The trucks carrying them was going through Primm before things went to Hell.
Instead of the trucks, Ares found The “Legion”. He was not sure which Kaisar, or Legate they were loyal to. Regardless, they wanted his head on a pike. No doubt, the bounty they had on him years ago was still standing. Ares of course, was making it difficult.
He’s been waging a pitch defense against the odds. On move, constantly changing locations around Primm. Ambushing the Legionaries as they move and attack. The Centurion leading the party was more than willing to sacrifice his men.
Ares was now holed up in The Vicki and Vance casino. The Legion tried, but they could not remove him from that place. Though, Ares expected they would try burning him out. Outnumbered, he intended to make his stand. He intended to go down fighting. Such battles were not so daunting for the ghoul.
Knight Jacques’s introduction added a variable to this conflict. At first, Ares was more than shocked, after seeing the power armored knight break through the thin wall behind him. Ares knew immediately- Brotherhood. The mercenary was a bitter adversary of The Brotherhood. He hated them upon his first encounter nearly 40 years ago. That disdain only grew with the war, the one against Lost Hills. Suffice to say, with all the chapters spreading like locusts around California, his hatred has only grown more severe.
But right now, Ares had to choose his enemy. On one hand, he had The Legion breathing down his neck and ready to claim his head. On the other, he had a powered armored knight who had the advantage. Ares was never one to go head-to-head against a walking tank.
“It doesn’t take much to enrage them.”
Ares spoke, as he keeps his guard against Jacques. Already, he was tensed and burning with murderous hatred towards him. But, he could keep that held down, buried deep enough to not lash out. So long as things stay “diplomatic” between them. There was also the concern of being recognized. After all, Ares is a wanted man in the eyes of The Brotherhood.
“Half a Centuriae, about forty men all of which are well armed. They should be mounting a final assault on the casino.”
