lX Legion Headquarters, New Rome

The last month has been a blur of activity as you've helped create what toy can only consider a series of Empire-wide reforms, aiming to transform units into more cohesive and multi-use instruments.

Or at least that’s what it looks like on paper. You’re suspicious of the speed of implementation that your peers are counting on.

You've been working with a handful of Centurions, Legates and other notable military leaders, pooling decades of experience into practical applications, all under the watchful eye of Lucius.

The head of the Praetorian Guard has been the overseer of this little project, reporting every interaction and decision straight to Caesar himself. It's not lost on you that this special assignment has the possibility of catapulting your career, or landing you on a cross.

You've nothing to worry about, of course. You were chosen based on your exemplary combat record and innovative tactical thinking. In passing, Lucius had mentioned you had every trait of a Legate, high praise from him indeed. All that you're missing is the necessary combat experience that only comes from years of hard combat and a great victory.

Leaving the headquarters for the day, you take note of the construction currently going on around you. Slaves and freedmen alike scamper around, rolling wheelbarrows or dragging pallets of stone.

While every part of the city is getting some level of attention, it is hard to miss the aqueduct, the gigantic concrete marvel casting shadows over parts of the city. It snakes off towards the mountains that ring the city, unknown where the water source is.

It's second only to the Temple of Mars, or it will be once it's finished. Marble has been shipped in for months, waiting patiently for the steel and concrete skeleton to be finished. You're not sure if there's anything that can match it in the wasteland, especially in the degenerate and corrupt NCR. You’ve heard of the marvels of New Vegas but you’re dubious to those claims. You of all people know how the soldier loves his gossip.

Taking in the sights and sounds of the capitol, you fail to notice the Praetorian Guardsmen before you nearly smack into them.

Stiffening to position, you salute the pair.

Centurion Publicis, you are ordered to report to Caesar's palace immediately on request of the mighty Caesar himself.

Short and sweet, they march off without waiting for a response. Not that you have any choice in the matter. Thankful to still be in your military garb, you make haste towards the center of the city.

Unsurprisingly, the security to enter his palace is even more extreme than to enter the city. Palatine Hill is a series of military and government buildings surrounding a multi-story house in the middle of a vast garden with hedge mazes, fountains and opulence you could only dream of. Whoever owned the house before the Mighty Caesar claimed it for himself surely was influential in his own right.