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5/28/2025, 2:42:45 AM
Meanwhile in New Rome…..
You haven’t been in the capitol for nearly three years. Hell, you could argue that you haven’t been in civilization for three years. There’s not much time for leave when fighting tribals and you’d never classify their profligate communities as “civilized”. Were it not for the unspeakable loss at New Vegas, you’d be heading into the West, bringing Caesar’s will to the degenerates under the flag of the bear.
But you are not to question his actions, only obediently obey. You’re forever indebted to the man that brought the torch of civilization to your tribe, erasing its culture, history and namesake. You wear the name Quintilius Publicis with honor, hoping to one day earn the privilege of being gifted a new life in the Legion.
You don’t like dwelling in the past, you always push yourself forward. And in front of you seems to be Legion bureaucracy.
”Next.”
Stepping up in line, you approach one of the many newly constructed checkpoints. Even on the roads leading in, New Rome looks much different.
Ave, name and business.”
[Quintilius Publicis, Centurion of the sixth cohort in the eighth legion. Ordered by Legate Pompeius to report to New Rome for special assignment.]
"Signaculum?”
You hand over your dog-tags to the man, surprised at the severity of the security.
“Alright, let me check over some information. Wait here.”
More paperwork, no doubt. You’re beginning to really miss the field.
Mars must favor you today as the Tribunus returns just moments later.
"I apologize for the formalities, Centurion. Here is your signaculum and pass with the seal of the commander of the Praetorian. Ave, true to Caesar.”
[Ave, true to Caesar.]
Commander of the praetorian, Lucius. You had no idea your mission had caught the eyes of the second most powerful man in the Legion. Legate Pompeius kept you relatively insulated to the situation.
The orders you received at your post up in Colorado are to report to the Ninth Legion’s headquarters to work on implementing tactics that you had created while fighting tribals out east. It seems that after the loss of the dam, Caesar wants to transform the army in all aspects.
You aren’t one to question, however. If you can serve the Legion, you’ll do whatever needs to be done because one day you will march into the West, killing the bear once and for all.
You haven’t been in the capitol for nearly three years. Hell, you could argue that you haven’t been in civilization for three years. There’s not much time for leave when fighting tribals and you’d never classify their profligate communities as “civilized”. Were it not for the unspeakable loss at New Vegas, you’d be heading into the West, bringing Caesar’s will to the degenerates under the flag of the bear.
But you are not to question his actions, only obediently obey. You’re forever indebted to the man that brought the torch of civilization to your tribe, erasing its culture, history and namesake. You wear the name Quintilius Publicis with honor, hoping to one day earn the privilege of being gifted a new life in the Legion.
You don’t like dwelling in the past, you always push yourself forward. And in front of you seems to be Legion bureaucracy.
”Next.”
Stepping up in line, you approach one of the many newly constructed checkpoints. Even on the roads leading in, New Rome looks much different.
Ave, name and business.”
[Quintilius Publicis, Centurion of the sixth cohort in the eighth legion. Ordered by Legate Pompeius to report to New Rome for special assignment.]
"Signaculum?”
You hand over your dog-tags to the man, surprised at the severity of the security.
“Alright, let me check over some information. Wait here.”
More paperwork, no doubt. You’re beginning to really miss the field.
Mars must favor you today as the Tribunus returns just moments later.
"I apologize for the formalities, Centurion. Here is your signaculum and pass with the seal of the commander of the Praetorian. Ave, true to Caesar.”
[Ave, true to Caesar.]
Commander of the praetorian, Lucius. You had no idea your mission had caught the eyes of the second most powerful man in the Legion. Legate Pompeius kept you relatively insulated to the situation.
The orders you received at your post up in Colorado are to report to the Ninth Legion’s headquarters to work on implementing tactics that you had created while fighting tribals out east. It seems that after the loss of the dam, Caesar wants to transform the army in all aspects.
You aren’t one to question, however. If you can serve the Legion, you’ll do whatever needs to be done because one day you will march into the West, killing the bear once and for all.
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