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It reminds you of that school the 80’s used in Indian Springs, but here the efficiency of the Legion is on display. Hardpoints equipped with heavy machine guns and recoilless rifles cover firing angles and you spot a few infantry mortars sitting in dugouts surrounded by sand bags. It’s not what you saw at Fortification Hill before the Second Battle of Hoover, but it’s intimidating.
The two of you approach Legionary guards at the front door of the school before one salutes and steps forward.
[red]”Legionary Maximus, please escort him to Praetorian Magistrate Felix. Do not dally, he bears the Mark of Caesar.”[/red]
Your new guide’s eyes bulge at the mention of your Mark but he does not comment. He salutes the Decanus and ushers you in.
Much like his superior, Maximus doesn’t speak but looks you up and down multiple times as he leads you through the hallways of their headquarters.
Old classrooms are turned into barracks, storage rooms and armories, while a quick walk by the massive gymnasium reveals a hospital filled with the injured, sick and dying. With what you know of Legion medicine, you suspect it’s much of the latter.
Your wandering eyes are brought to another set of guards. Even for the legion, this seems excessive.
[red]Maximus: Legionary Grippa, this man bears Caesar’s Mark and is here to see the Preatorian.[/red]
The two exchange quick pleasantries and depart before you’re led into a windowless office with papers, books and scrolls scattered haphazardly. In the middle of the bureaucratic mess is a small, middle-aged man wearing the familiar outfit of a Praetorian, though more adorned with precious metal.
Your (hopefully) last guide salutes as the man stands up from behind his desk.
[red]Felix: Legionary Grippa, I told you I was not to be disturbed unless we were under attack.[/red]
[red]Grippa: I apologize Magistrate, but this traveler bears the Mark of Caesar and is here to see you[/red]
The Praetorian’s look of anger is replaced by understanding.
[red]Felix: Ah, my apologies, Legionary. You may return to your duties.[/red]
Felix salutes back and the young soldier hurriedly leaves the office.
[red]Please, come take a seat.[/red]
You look at the only other chair in the office which is buried under a proverbial mountain of paperwork.
[red]You can just move that stuff to the side.[/red]
You’re not going to do that.
[red]Before we begin, may I see your Mark? Can never be too careful.[/red]
You take the medallion off from around your neck and hand it over once again. And once again, it’s looked over thoroughly. Olivio even goes so far as to bite it gently to test its strength. He seems satisfied and hands it back to you before flopping back down into his chair.
[red]So you’re the man who kicked us out of New Vegas, huh?[/red]
He looks you up and down.
