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<span class="mu-i"> Somewhere in the Colorado Province </span>
Another day, another tribe out under the sword of the mighty Legion. You, Quintilius Publicis, have been dispatched at the head of a legion to finally bring the Legion to bear.
You are the youngest Tribune to command such a force, serving under Legate Flavius Morus. You have the mission of instituting experimental tactics and technology to rapidly modernize Caesar’s armies. While the legion does not lack discipline or belief, it does little against an entrenched NCR hardpoint.
While Caesar has forbidden the use of robots in combat, he has become amicable to the idea of implementing weaponry and vehicles to crush those that oppose you. This is just further proof of the wisdom of the Son of Mars, and a mission you are pursuing wholeheartedly.
This recent conquest was particularly frustrating as the "Montague Peoples”
used the mountains expertly. The Venus Mountain Range is the largest and most expansive in the world, making logistics hell. You got around this by not taking an army through, but causing avalanches at key points to trap the tribe in and cut off their routes of supply and escape.
From there, small teams led by local scouts conducted the same type of attacks that the tribals are always so good at. Within weeks, another tribe is brought under the flag of Caesar.
You stand on a snowy peak overlooking a procession of slaves and loot as they make their way to Flagstaff.
<span class="mu-r"> This was the most impressive of your conquests yet, Tribune.</span>
The compliment came from Camp Prefect Grackus Pullo, a trusted and veteran Centurion who you’ve grown to rely on.
[It’s Caesar’s victory, followed by Legate Morus. I’m a footnote here.]
You shiver and pull your cloak tighter. You’ve never been a fan of the heat, but you’d take the scorching Arizona sun over the frigid peaks of Colorado.
Pullo likewise tries to warm up by rubbing his hands together and touching his cheeks.
<span class="mu-r"> Don’t be Coy, Tribune. Morus is here to appease Legate Lanius. For all intents and purposes, you have tactical and strategic control in Colorado. </span>
You don’t bother with a response and instead look further out, beyond the mountains and imagine your final goal. The Citadel.
He reads your mind.
<span class="mu-r"> The United Tribes of the Bronco are a daunting enemy even to the Legion. Especially those flying beasts… </span>
Their aircraft. One of the barbarian groups have access to an impressive array of aircraft that even the NCR can’t bring together in one place
[Their obsession with that technology will be their undoing. These last few groups will fall quickly under our heel, and then we turn our eyes back West.]
Pullo gives you a predatory smile.
<span class="mu-r"> First, the degenerate Republic…. </span>
You return the grin.
[Then New Vegas.]
You turn back from the reverie of conquest and begin preparing for this last, final effort before all of Colorado is brought under the mighty Caesar.
