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With Camp [To be Named] ready to receive recruits and your Securitrons becoming deployed further and further from New Vegas, you realize you don’t want to wait for a full company of equipment to be produced. Thankfully, a majority is in the armory at McCarran and Kreger sources the rest for a hefty price-tag of 25,000 caps. The upside is that the first class of recruits are all veterans of combat age therefore the training is a month instead of the usual two.
You now find yourself at Camp [To be Named] baking under the Mojave Sun on metal bleachers in what you take to be the parade ground for the camp. You’re sitting there alone with the rest of the Secretaries and Bear Team zone, wanting to make it a moment to be celebrated. Kreger is sitting right next to you completely stoic in his black Uniform. You notice the Enclave symbol has been taken off of the tunic and hat, but it’s a noticeable outfit nonetheless.
You look around at the rest of the camp. You’ve only passed it briefly due to having little business with the NCR but it’s a beautiful location. A single, multi-party estate building oversees the beautiful Lake Meade while acres of dead, but relatively flat grassland surround the central building. There’s the occasional pit of sand scattered about or a lone squat building such as the one the bleachers are positioned next to.
Kreger: Most of the last month was just conditioning. Their skills with weaponry and even small-unit tactics surprised me, but it all needed polished of course. Even if you divide this company up, Moreno will be instilling further squad tactics while they’re on deployment. I think they’ll just get better with age, like a fine wine ha!
Speaking of Moreno, you hear his harsh and gravelly voice from around the corner of a small brick building blocking the attendee’s view if the graduates.
MORENO: FORWARD, MARCH.
The assembled crowd hears the steady beat of boots as 200 near-identical individuals round the corner and march lockstep to the center of the “green” and in front of the bleachers.
Immediately you notice the leather armor the recruits are wearing. Instead of the darker leather found in traditional armor in the Mojave, it’s light tan, similar to the color of the Mojave desert. Under the armor is a linen tunic of an olive green rolled up to the biceps and the pants seem to be a sort of canvas in the same color as the leather armor. It may not be the most durable in the wasteland but damn if they don’t look good.
MORENO: TURN, FACE.
At once, the 200 new recruiters turn on their heels and face the bleachers. Unflinching, the recruits gaze out at the gathered attendees but look at one in particular. You.
