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5/26/2025, 5:17:09 AM
[The codes. I choose the D.C. Presidential override codes.]
Careers arches his brows up In surprise.
We call that choice a “mystery box”, because you never know what you’re going to get. Hell, have you looked on a map? Do you know how far D.C is? Who even knows if it’s still there intact. Whatever, the choice is made. Consider our business concluded.
He beckons for you to rise from your chair but you remain still, gazing into Caesar’s flinty eyes.
[Caesar, there is one other thing I must tell you, and it’s of the utmost importance and secrecy. I think you should send away your attendants and guards.]
Instead of looking shocked or offended, he gives you a long and hard look before turning to his entourage.
Leave us. If he wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be here, would I?
The two of you wait in silence as the other Legion personnel file out of his chamber. When the curtains are drawn to close out any snooping bystanders, you place your gaze firmly back on the Son of Mars.
[Vulpes and I stopped in a town your Legion calls Salernum. I was pulled into an alley by a young legionary and after putting a knife to his throat, he gave me a message from your Lanius.Let the scalpel slip. You will have your reward]
You were content to let it be after that but some ephemeral force fills your thoughts. In that moment, time slows to a stop and you can feel infinite outcomes for this exact moment. You gaze out across a long chain of events that have brought you exactly to this point, far before Edward Sallow found the Blackfoot, far before Shady Sands was rescued by some anonymous wastelander, far before House awoke from his coma to gaze out at the beautiful Mojave. You feel this thin thread of fate leading you out of the grave in Goodsprings, through the Second Battle of the Dam to Caesar’s camp at this exact moment…..
A perfect pattern laid out in front of you, but as abruptly as the path path was clear, you’re back in his operating room. The epiphany you had is quickly fleeting but the words that come from your lips are not consciously yours.
[Edward, I say this as someone chosen by Providence, just as you are. I may have saved you from the tumor in your brain, but I may not be able to save you from your Legion. Lanius has the cunning of a wild animal but not the tact to usurp you. He must have help from others, perhaps those closest to you.]
Wherever these words come from, as simple as they are, Caesar’s reaction is one of genuine fear. He slumps back in his medical bed.
I couldn’t punish Lanius the way I had Graham, too much of the military was entrenched under him. I sent him up North to conquer Colorado, but you’re right, he has eyes and ears everywhere. Vulpes has always been loyal but he is inherently duplicitous and I can't rule out his cooperation with Lanius. Lucius would never betray me but….Courier, what do I do?
Careers arches his brows up In surprise.
We call that choice a “mystery box”, because you never know what you’re going to get. Hell, have you looked on a map? Do you know how far D.C is? Who even knows if it’s still there intact. Whatever, the choice is made. Consider our business concluded.
He beckons for you to rise from your chair but you remain still, gazing into Caesar’s flinty eyes.
[Caesar, there is one other thing I must tell you, and it’s of the utmost importance and secrecy. I think you should send away your attendants and guards.]
Instead of looking shocked or offended, he gives you a long and hard look before turning to his entourage.
Leave us. If he wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be here, would I?
The two of you wait in silence as the other Legion personnel file out of his chamber. When the curtains are drawn to close out any snooping bystanders, you place your gaze firmly back on the Son of Mars.
[Vulpes and I stopped in a town your Legion calls Salernum. I was pulled into an alley by a young legionary and after putting a knife to his throat, he gave me a message from your Lanius.Let the scalpel slip. You will have your reward]
You were content to let it be after that but some ephemeral force fills your thoughts. In that moment, time slows to a stop and you can feel infinite outcomes for this exact moment. You gaze out across a long chain of events that have brought you exactly to this point, far before Edward Sallow found the Blackfoot, far before Shady Sands was rescued by some anonymous wastelander, far before House awoke from his coma to gaze out at the beautiful Mojave. You feel this thin thread of fate leading you out of the grave in Goodsprings, through the Second Battle of the Dam to Caesar’s camp at this exact moment…..
A perfect pattern laid out in front of you, but as abruptly as the path path was clear, you’re back in his operating room. The epiphany you had is quickly fleeting but the words that come from your lips are not consciously yours.
[Edward, I say this as someone chosen by Providence, just as you are. I may have saved you from the tumor in your brain, but I may not be able to save you from your Legion. Lanius has the cunning of a wild animal but not the tact to usurp you. He must have help from others, perhaps those closest to you.]
Wherever these words come from, as simple as they are, Caesar’s reaction is one of genuine fear. He slumps back in his medical bed.
I couldn’t punish Lanius the way I had Graham, too much of the military was entrenched under him. I sent him up North to conquer Colorado, but you’re right, he has eyes and ears everywhere. Vulpes has always been loyal but he is inherently duplicitous and I can't rule out his cooperation with Lanius. Lucius would never betray me but….Courier, what do I do?
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