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5/26/2025, 5:19:30 AM
You hide your shock at the mighty Caesar asking you, nearly with tears in his eyes, how to beat back the hounds at the gate.
[A purge of the entire Legion, from junior officers to those in your circle. You must look domestically as well, those handling your slaves and your wealth, industry and construction. We don’t know how deep this plot goes.]
The weakness leaves Caesar as you talk, he shoots upright in a moment of inspiration.
Yes, a purge. Julius Caesar was always too lenient with his enemies and it led him to his death. His adopted son was not as forgiving and built an empire that lasted for another millennia. I must cut out the rot at the root, Courier. You must help me.
Only your unbreakable will stops you from grinning from ear to ear like a maniac. Instead, you keep a solemn look on your face as you tell Caesar how to disassemble his empire from the inside.
[Some you can kill outright, your authority is still the rule of the land. Some you must send on suicide missions, straight into the jaws of the lion. Others you will assassinate, accidental deaths or any other ways to die in the wasteland. And when you have purged the junior officers and the middling bureaucrats, the head of the snake will be chopped off. You can’t risk a civil war now, with the Bear at your throat.]
And you’ll be the one to kill Vulpes and Lanius, when the time is right. You will secure your inheritance, this mighty empire, and we will march West together. But for now, I can’t show favoritism or announce you as my successor. Instead, I grant you the title of Amici, you’ll have all of the privileges of being a client state with no tribute paid to me. But know that I don’t trust you wholly, you are not fully committed to this path. But you will be in time. Choose Boulder City as my consul, a fitting irony for our new relationship.
[This meeting is one of destiny, Caesar. What we do in the next few months will dictate the course of the Wasteland for the next hundred. You have much to do, but before I depart, I have a few more things to discuss with you.]
Of course, my son. I will answer what I can and will then send you out to do our will under my mark.
You run through the list of concerns you had.
[First, we must discuss Nipton. I need your assurances that you will not interfere in the Mojave. It could jeopardize our mission.]
With his façade broken, Caesar looks embarrassed. An emotion you weren’t sure he could show.
I wasn’t thinking correctly when I ordered that. In the last month, I was in a fugue state and my judgement was clouded. From what I’ve heard however, you had no trouble dispatching Lucius’ sorry attempt of subterfuge. I will pay 75,000 of your caps for damage and my apology. And for the coward that let himself be captured, do as you wish but let him suffer. Now, let us move past that.
[A purge of the entire Legion, from junior officers to those in your circle. You must look domestically as well, those handling your slaves and your wealth, industry and construction. We don’t know how deep this plot goes.]
The weakness leaves Caesar as you talk, he shoots upright in a moment of inspiration.
Yes, a purge. Julius Caesar was always too lenient with his enemies and it led him to his death. His adopted son was not as forgiving and built an empire that lasted for another millennia. I must cut out the rot at the root, Courier. You must help me.
Only your unbreakable will stops you from grinning from ear to ear like a maniac. Instead, you keep a solemn look on your face as you tell Caesar how to disassemble his empire from the inside.
[Some you can kill outright, your authority is still the rule of the land. Some you must send on suicide missions, straight into the jaws of the lion. Others you will assassinate, accidental deaths or any other ways to die in the wasteland. And when you have purged the junior officers and the middling bureaucrats, the head of the snake will be chopped off. You can’t risk a civil war now, with the Bear at your throat.]
And you’ll be the one to kill Vulpes and Lanius, when the time is right. You will secure your inheritance, this mighty empire, and we will march West together. But for now, I can’t show favoritism or announce you as my successor. Instead, I grant you the title of Amici, you’ll have all of the privileges of being a client state with no tribute paid to me. But know that I don’t trust you wholly, you are not fully committed to this path. But you will be in time. Choose Boulder City as my consul, a fitting irony for our new relationship.
[This meeting is one of destiny, Caesar. What we do in the next few months will dictate the course of the Wasteland for the next hundred. You have much to do, but before I depart, I have a few more things to discuss with you.]
Of course, my son. I will answer what I can and will then send you out to do our will under my mark.
You run through the list of concerns you had.
[First, we must discuss Nipton. I need your assurances that you will not interfere in the Mojave. It could jeopardize our mission.]
With his façade broken, Caesar looks embarrassed. An emotion you weren’t sure he could show.
I wasn’t thinking correctly when I ordered that. In the last month, I was in a fugue state and my judgement was clouded. From what I’ve heard however, you had no trouble dispatching Lucius’ sorry attempt of subterfuge. I will pay 75,000 of your caps for damage and my apology. And for the coward that let himself be captured, do as you wish but let him suffer. Now, let us move past that.
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