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The balancing act with the Legion is perhaps the most difficult and potentially rewarding challenge you’re facing. On one hand, Caesar sees you as his Augustus, a comparison that you can’t say you disagree with on the surface.
Caesar needs an heir eventually, and who is more capable than a man who has opposed the overwhelming pressure of the bear and bull? And with you building up your own little empire of sand, it’s a perfect testing bed for your potential ascension as successor to the Son of Mars. The brain surgery also seems to have crossed a few wires, you just hope that’s the only thing that was impacted.
You don’t imagine Caesar will just hand over his mighty empire and if you read him right, he still doesn’t trust you fully yet. Your reliance on combat technology is sure to sour him but maybe this is why Edward seeks closer contact, he thinks he may sway you yet. Maybe he’s right.
But the empire isn’t yours and as you walk through the ruins of Boulder City, you decide how you want to tackle this first interaction with the Legion. You expect a favorable trade deal at the very least. You thought about bringing Secretary Garret with but it probably stung enough to have to deal with Cass, bringing another woman in as a peer might sour the first diplomatic relations between the two powers.
Coming upon the Legion Consulate, it seems to be a former three-story hotel with a ramshackle junk fence thrown up while a squad of Securitrons patrol the streets. The Legion have guards as well, roughly 20 Legionary Primes ring the wall and patrol within the small courtyard.
You’re quickly ushered into the compound and are shocked with the poor quality of the consulate. You find yourself in a spartan office sitting across from a Legion official with a bust of Caesar as the only decoration in the office.
I am Dead Sea, the chosen representative of the Mighty Caesar. I have been instructed to negotiate terms of the Legion's relationship with the Mojave. Or whatever you’re calling yourself. I am also able to transmit any personal correspondence to Caesar, sealed with my personal wax stamp so as to not be seen by others or suffer crucifixion.
Well it’s good to know the Legion takes their OPSEC very seriously. Assuming everyone is as committed to the cause as Dead Sea, you feel confident that anything you say to Caesar will remain between the two of you.
[I appreciate the commitment that members of the Legion have to their mission. I’m looking forward to a productive relationship for both. When I spoke to Caesar, he said you would handle the minutiae of the agreement. Should we begin?]
Caesar needs an heir eventually, and who is more capable than a man who has opposed the overwhelming pressure of the bear and bull? And with you building up your own little empire of sand, it’s a perfect testing bed for your potential ascension as successor to the Son of Mars. The brain surgery also seems to have crossed a few wires, you just hope that’s the only thing that was impacted.
You don’t imagine Caesar will just hand over his mighty empire and if you read him right, he still doesn’t trust you fully yet. Your reliance on combat technology is sure to sour him but maybe this is why Edward seeks closer contact, he thinks he may sway you yet. Maybe he’s right.
But the empire isn’t yours and as you walk through the ruins of Boulder City, you decide how you want to tackle this first interaction with the Legion. You expect a favorable trade deal at the very least. You thought about bringing Secretary Garret with but it probably stung enough to have to deal with Cass, bringing another woman in as a peer might sour the first diplomatic relations between the two powers.
Coming upon the Legion Consulate, it seems to be a former three-story hotel with a ramshackle junk fence thrown up while a squad of Securitrons patrol the streets. The Legion have guards as well, roughly 20 Legionary Primes ring the wall and patrol within the small courtyard.
You’re quickly ushered into the compound and are shocked with the poor quality of the consulate. You find yourself in a spartan office sitting across from a Legion official with a bust of Caesar as the only decoration in the office.
I am Dead Sea, the chosen representative of the Mighty Caesar. I have been instructed to negotiate terms of the Legion's relationship with the Mojave. Or whatever you’re calling yourself. I am also able to transmit any personal correspondence to Caesar, sealed with my personal wax stamp so as to not be seen by others or suffer crucifixion.
Well it’s good to know the Legion takes their OPSEC very seriously. Assuming everyone is as committed to the cause as Dead Sea, you feel confident that anything you say to Caesar will remain between the two of you.
[I appreciate the commitment that members of the Legion have to their mission. I’m looking forward to a productive relationship for both. When I spoke to Caesar, he said you would handle the minutiae of the agreement. Should we begin?]
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