Lupus Deserti

Lupus sat at the table in Caesars tent along with Caesar, Legate Lanius, Vulpes Inculta, and Aurelius of Phoenix. This group of men were in the middle of a meeting.

“Caesar the men have gathered at Nelson, they are awaiting orders to attack Novac.” spoke Vulpes.

“Good. Lupus, you shall go to Nelson to signal the attack, after that go to the Strip and meet with President Ryans. Tell him the Legion has strategically annexed the east Mojave, his focus is in New Vegas so I am sure he will not mind.” replied Caesar.

“I will do what you wish Caesar.” said Lupus.

“Good, now I suggest you leave now. The sooner we get this done the better.”

“Of course Caesar.”

Lupus stood up from his seat and left Caesars tent, he went down the arena to see Demon Deserta fighting against three slaves armed with machetes, Lupus decided to watch the fight.

Demon Deserta

Demon sprinted towards one of the slaves and shoved the sword into his stomach, the slave screamed in pain and Demon decided to leave the machete in his stomach. He turned around quickly and kicked another slave in the side of the head, the slave dropped the ground and Demon stomped on the back of his head, the last slave ran at Demon and swung his machete and his neck, Demon dodged the attack and elbowed the slaves jaw knocking him out instantly. Demon grabbed the machete that the slave dropped and one by one cut the heads off of the slaves.

Lupus Deserti

Lupus watched the gruesome fight and when it ended he started to clap, “Ha ha that is how you do it Demon.” said Lupus with a huge smile, he was very impressed.

“Thank you Lupus but I am not nearly as good as you.” replied Demon.

“Your very close, I have taught you well.” said Lupus.

“Indeed you have. So are you heading out to live your other life or are you going to stay in the fort a while longer?” asked Demon.

“Neither, Caesar has asked me to start the assault on Novac. After that I am heading to the Strip to meet with ‘our’ president.” said Lupus.

“Sounds like fun, mind if I come?” asked Demon.

“Of course not, I would prefer to be honest.”

“Well then lets quit wasting time! Off to Nelson!”

The two Legionaries left the Fort and walked across the dam and made there way to Nelson, upon arriving they were greeted by the overseer of Nelson, Dead Sea.

“Lupus! Your presence is an honour!” said Dead Sea.

“The pleasure is all mine Dead Sea. I have come here to inform you that Caesar wants to initiate the attack on Novac.”

“That is the best news I have heard in a while, the Legionaries have been craving some blood, I will inform them immediately. Will you be participating in the battle?” asked Dead Sea.

“I hadn’t planned on it but what the hell killing is fun!”

“You can say that again.” said Demon with a huge grin.

“Ha ha! I love this guy.” said Dead Sea.

Orientales Diabolus (Eastern Devil)

The young Legionary looked out to the Colorado, he remembered when he got there, when the Legionary rafts landed on the shores of Cottonwood Cove after the Profligates retreated from the Dam. Orientales was cooking some Iguana when a man approached him

"What's up Orientales?" asked a man in legionary armor, he then took of his facemask "Remember? 'I swore the slave started it! He looked at me funny?'

"Vulpes Solitudo! I haven't seen you since Cottonwood! How'd you end up here?" Orientales asked

"Watching the fireworks going off at the former Mojave Outpost from a Ranch for weeks on end gets boring, I asked for a transfer to Camp Nelson, and it was given to O.K!" Vulpes said

"Thats Awesome! Now tell me all about what you've done while we wait for this Iguana to cook!" Orienatales said with much excitement
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Jonathan Murray

Jonathan lived at a old place called "Lone Wolf Radio" He traded the Radio equipment for food, water, and other essentials for a wastelander.

"I bet they forgot about me...." he muttered to himself as he shaved the skin off a carrot "I hope they died back in Mojave Outpost...."

He knew the Brotherhood had taken over most of the Area near Goodsprings. So he only visited during hours when the guards were on brake.

"Those bastards...." he muttered

Jack Nichols

Jack aimed down the sights of his sniper rifle. He adjusted his scope. About 900 Feet away were some Caesar's Legion and Mojave Union soldiers. Jack aimed for that car they were next to.

"Alright, [censored]s, eat this.."

BAAAM

Jack's bullet went flying. It hit the car's old nuclear reactor. The car then blew up in a small nuclear blast, killing all four of the CL and MU soldiers.

Jack silently cheered to himself, than ran down the rock his was on. He walked over to his men.

"Alright, we're headed for Primm, where most of our army is located. No buts, lets move!"

Stacy Quinn

After hearing the order from her superior Stacy stood up from the ground shook off the dust from her rear and with a barely noticeable mumble about how Jack never gave them enough action in the Mojave she picked up her rifle as well.

She gave a quick glare at the sun and slowly moved her sight down at the road sign that was around a hundred meters away. The desert was unforgivable as always and the heavy uniform didn't make it any easier. Stacy moved her left hand to the middle of the rifle, just past the trigger and gripped the rifle hard and with her free hand she took out a plastic bottle. The bottle had just a little fluid left at the bottom, but it was enough for a trip to Primm. The gal opened the bottle with her teeth and drank what was left in the bottle.

"Jack, next time you should let us pack a little more water, this place is damn hot." she mumbled to her squad leader.

Jack Nichols

"Jack, next time you should let us pack a little more water, this place is damn hot."

Jack turned to her but kept walking. "Well, I don't have restrictions on what you can carry. I have been asking our command to give us a personal carrier boy, but the complaint has gone unnoticed for now. In the mean time, as long as you can keep up, and fire a good shot, I don't mind how much you carry."

Jack also grabbed his canteen and took a sip. "All I need is the clothes on my back, my rifle, some ammo, some food, and some water, not much."

Stacy Quinn

The idea of a carrier boy sounded really pleasant to her at that moment, all of that heavy gear in someone else's hands. Stacy looked at the sky again, hoping there would be at least a single cloud to hide the sun for a minute or two, though the clouds were nowhere to be seen and the sun was still burning hot as it was still the early afternoon.

"All I need is the clothes on my back, my rifle, some ammo, some food, and some water, not much." said her superior.

Stacy gave out a slight chuckle followed by a mild smile.

"Isn't that what we all need, Jack?" she joked and looked at the road again.

Orientales Diabolus

Orientales and Vulpes talked the night away with tales of their campaigns with the Legion.

"So, Vulpes, you hear about that Lupes Deserti and his pet Demon Deserta?" asked Orientales

"Too much....Demon has no patience for slaves, he will kill one just for passing him, and that [censored] Lupes likes him." Vuples said with a sigh "I hope they both drown in Lake Mead"

"Ahaha, theres that 'I hate brass' ive always heard!" laughed Orinetales, then, he got up, went into a barracks, two minutes later, he came out and sat back down

"What happened?" asked Vulpes

"We're attacking Novac Tommorow, a messenger arrived a few minutes ago."

Jack Humphrey

Jack got out of bed. It was probably late afternoon, but Jack didn't have to go to work today. Benny had let Jack take the weekend off, and seeing as Jack had managed to ensure that the Omertas were not forced off the Strip so long as they promised to abandon their plans to control it, they had given Jack the biggest suite in the Gomorrah... permanently. Jack clambered out of the heart shaped bed. A woman, Beatrix Russell, was sound asleep.

"Gave her a nice [censored]," Jack announced to himself and began laughing madly. Didn't even have to pay. The room stank of naked ghoul, and was littered with empty vodka bottles and used jet and psycho syringes. Jack slipped on a robe and left the room. Once outside, Jack stretched and made his way to the casino. For the first time in a while, Jack was happy. His blackouts were rare. He was never built up with rage. The fact that every week Jack was supplied with two hundred caps worth of chips didn't matter, as the General of the entire army protecting the Strip, you weren't exactly poor.

Jack sat down at a roulette table.

"Morning, Mr Humphrey, sir. Would you like a complimentary whiskey, ala Nero Omerta?" the roulette dealer asked. Life was finally good.

Jonathan Murray

Jonathan, who became stubborn after awhile, got caught by the Mojave Union.

"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE DAMN NUMBERS!" he screamed at the masked interrogator

"YES YOU DO!" the interrogator screamed back "YOU WERE AT MOJAVE OUTPOST!"

"Yes i was...i remember, we went in to kill Hsu." he said

"Damn it, we're loosing him again..." mumbled a second interrogator
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Mojave Outpost, A day before the "execution"

"Jonathan,psst, Jonathan." said another prisoner

"Shut up" mumbled Jonathan as the man quit bugging him

Then, two men walked up to Jonathan's "cage", two unknown men, and Hsu

"This is the man i'm talking about." said Hsu "He is a-"

"I DO NOT CARE WHO HE IS! I WANT TO KNOW IF HE IS USEFUL!" The unknown man interrupted

"Yes General Allen! He is useful!" Hsu said with much fear

"That mother-[censored] Allen, anyone he didn't want around but couldn't kill he'd "experiment" on them" said Jonathan, who was strapped to the Interrogation chair

Then, the General, Hsu, and the other unknown man walked toward the set up "experiment lab".

"That other man" said a man in the same "cage" as Jonathan "His name is Brigadier General Mikhail Ivanov, his relatives were of Russian descent

"Mikhail Ivanov, he was truly a piece of [censored]. He would brutally kill anyone who he didn't like, who was anyone who wasn't NCR" said Jonathan

OOC: I know double post, but im not waiting for this, cause ill forget!



Jonathan Murray

"Murray! WHAT HAPPENED AT MOJAVE OUTPOST?" screamed the first interrogator

"I met my friend, Marco Ackerman. He was there with me." Jonathan said

"Goddamnit, you've told us that hundreds of times already, WHAT DO THESE NUMBERS MEAN?" screamed the interrogator

"Its useless man! You have tried everything!" said his companion

"We got caught after i was "executed" we were shipped to "The Camp"" Jonathan said

"For [censored]s sakes, zap him" said the first interrogator

"Its useless!" said his companion
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Jonathan Murray: The Camp Prison Area

"So its our little run-away, your not going to get out of here Murray" said the NCR MP

"[censored] you!" said Jonathan, then, he spat at the MP

"You son of a [censored], well, atleast your at the "community cell" hahaha" said the MP

Jonathan was then thrown into a very large concrete cell, and then, a bamboo door slammed shut

"Jonathan, We were just discussing the details of the breakout" said a man

"How do know my name?" asked Jonathan

"Remember Marco Ackerman?" said the man

"Marco?" asked Jonathan

"The same!" they hugged ,and talked about the details.

"Marco was the man who helped me all the time, he started the revolt the next day..." Jonathan said

The revolt started in the early morning hours, a few lucky prisoners, like Jonathan, got out. But in the official records, Ackerman was classified as Killed

"MARCO WASN'T DEAD!" screamed Jonathan

Domonic Andrews

Stumbling slowly away from the workbench I sighed and sat against the rugged metal wall behind me. Staring off at the roof I wiped my face with the back of my left hand and lifted off my welding goggles, replacing them with dark-tinted sunglasses. Taking a few deep breaths I realised that I had come ridiculously close to burning straight through the particle accelerator in the Plasma Rifle, which would've resulted in a lot of pain and melting. Chuckling slightly at my own stupidity I moved over to the rifle and surveyed the damage, there was now a massive glob of metal attatched to the bench from the rifle but apart from that it was generally fine.

Cursing to myself lightly I used my gloves to safely pick up the rifle and shove it off to the side, then re-heating the metal I moved it across to another pile of metal on the bench. Picking up my Power Helmet I'd had underneath the bench I put it up on top, surveying it slowly I anolzyed a few of the circuit boards and pulled out a small tool-box. "Bloody optics wire is cut again, how does that keep happening?" I muttered to myself. Pulling out some wire-cutters and a few extra pieces of multi-coloured wire I got to work.

OOC: Wha? 10,000 men?

Jack Nichols

The squad entered Primm, which was buzzing with activity. There was at least 500 soldiers, with many more coming. There were caravan loaded with things, headed for The Hub, NCR city, New Reno, Redding, you name it.

As Jack entered the town, he got pulled aside. "Squad um, do what you wish, I need to have a meeting."

Jack sat at a table. Then, General Lee Oliver entered the room.

"Well, I've heard of your skill, I have a mission for you Jack, I need you to scout Novac, make sure nothing happens to it. If the CL already attacked it, I want Nelson burned, got it?"

"Yes general sir!"

Jack left the building, and came back to his squad. "Alright, we're headed for Novac in three hours, gear up. And, we have a carrier boy this time!"

Lupus Deserti and Demon Deserta

It was around ten PM in the Mojave, the sun was down and the Legionaries at Nelson had all gathered around one large fire. The Legionaries were laughing, eating, conversing, and telling jokes for once in a while the Legion had a break. Lupus sat with Demon Deserta and Dead Sea, Lupus sat with Demon Deserta and Dead Sea unlike the other Legionaries they were not conversing and instead where thinking of the upcoming attack on Novac. Lupus stood up from the ground and yelled “Silence” at the Legionaries, they all stopped there conversations and turned there heads to Lupus.

“Legionaries get ready we attack Novac now.” said Lupus.

“What? I thought we were doing it tomorrow!” replied Dead Sea with much confusion.

“I have changed my mind.” said Lupus.

“HAHA! GLORIOUS! BLOODSHED ALREADY!” said Demon Deserta as he celebrated.

Lupus picked up his Machete from beside him and awaited the Legionaries to get ready, it took not long, the Legion was organized. Minutes passed and the Legion forces stood in front of Novac. Lupus grabbed a service rifle from a Legionnaire and started to shoot it into the air, after doing this many Novac citizens got out of there houses to see what was going on.

“ATTENTION CITZENS OF NOVAC! This area now belongs to Caesars Legion. Now you have a choice, either go with these men and become slaves of the Legion or die where you are.” said Lupus.

Many citizens remained where they were but the smart ones went to the Legion.

“Fools, you die tonight!” Yelled Lupus, the Legionaries charged the town and with in minutes had killed everyone who refused to become slaves except for the children, they were taken to be made into Legionaries. Lupus instructed Dead Sea to take the children to the Fort and bring the advlt slaves to Nelson, he also told Dead Sea that he and Demon Deserta were off to go to the Strip.

The walk to the Strip was long and boring, there was no conflict now that the Legion owned the east Mojave. When they arrived at the gates of Freeside they were stopped by some Mojave Union Soldiers.

“Who are you?” asked the soldiers.

“I am Caesars chosen one now get out of my way.” said Lupus.
Demon Deserta laughed a little and the Soldier opened the gate, “Get in quick before anyone sees.” said the Mojave Union soldier.

“Thank you. Your choice saved your life.” said Lupus.

The two Legionnaires walked into Freeside, the site of the Legionnaires scared the citizens of Freeside, just over a year ago the Legion was there top threat. Many people booed the Legionnaires but one man in particular spit on Lupus.

“You’re a mad man.” said Lupus as anger grew inside of him.

“[censored] THE LEGION! YOUR JUST A BUNCH OF SLAVERS!”

“You die now.” said Lupus. He grabbed his Machete and swung it at the mans arm, the Machete cut the arm off and the man screamed in pain, Lupus did the same to his other arm and then swung one furious blow at his legs slicing both of them off, the man was screaming so loud that people began to wake up. Lupus just walked away as the man bleed to death.

Minutes later Lupus and Demon where on the Strip and had entered the Lucky 38, President Ryans greeted them and offered them suits that would make them look more acceptable on the strip. The Legionnaires accepted and got dressed.

“Lupus Deserti, Jack the Ghoul is at the Gomorrah Casino I want you to go get him and tell him that I want him and you to go get that Monk fellow.” said Ryans.

“Why? Have you another mission for us?” asked Lupus.

“Yes. I want you to go tell the Brotherhood and Hawk Company to attack Primm.”

“But you will lose that battle.” said Lupus.

“Yes I know this, we just need to weaken there hold in the South West. Once the NCR gets close to Goodsprings tell the Brotherhood to retreat to there Valley with the Hawk Company, you three go with them but come back to the Strip afterwards.” said Ryans.

“As you wish.” said Lupus. The Legionnaires left the Lucky 38 and went across the seat to the Gomorrah, Lupus asked the receptionist where Jack was and she pointed at him, Lupus walked over to him and touched his shoulder.

Stacy Quinn

After being dismissed by Jack, Stacy decided to take a rest in a nice and cool place, away from the scourging sun. She made her way through all the NCR troopers and got to the entrance to one of the two major buildings still staying intact, the one that used to be a casino before they took over. The place had chanced a lot, nobody was gambling and the old protectron, the only old inhabitant that stayed, was reprogrammed as a guard by the NCR engineers.

"Welcome to the *bzzt* Vikki and Vance *bzzt* casino." part of the protectron old programming sounded as the machine spotted the gal entering.

Stacy quickly closed the door and gave out a long sigh, enjoying the cool air. Inside she saw a mixed theme of both a casino and a military outpost. The old car, a symbol of the casino which the building used to be, was replaced with sandbags facing the entrance, the slot machines were gathering dust and the place where they used to store the chips and caps had turned into an armory with the quartermaster issuing weapons and armor to the new recruits. Without much thought Stacy rushed into the nearest sofa and sat down. At that moment all her thoughts were directed at how she can spend the rest of her day. Sadly her commander had a different idea and soon one of her squad mates rushed into the building as well.

Stacy raised an eyebrow as the man stopped in front of her and took a moment to catch his breath.

"We're here for less then 5 minutes and you're already taking a rest of the sofa?" he said with still trying to get as much oxygen in his lungs as possible.

"Envious because I took the best seat first?" she chuckled.

"Heh, don't get too comfortable, the commander said we'll be leaving in 3 hours." the trooper grinned and walked away.

The gal's smile suddenly disappeared, her plans for a nice afternoon were ruined.

Jonathan Murray

"MY GOD! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU! MARCO WAS ALIVE!" screamed Jonathan

"HE DIED BACK AT THE PRISON CAMP!" the interrogator screamed back "OKAY, LETS GO FORWARD! You were at The Tops-" the interrogator got cut off by Jonathan

"Yes, i found the middle man between Hsu, Ivanov, and Allen." Jonathan said

"No! NO!" the interrogator screamed as he saw Jonathan's mind take over
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Jonathan Murray- The Tops casino

"Kid, imma ask you again, can you give me your guns?" asked the front man

"Sure here you go" he handed him an AK-47, a Chinese pistol, and the ammo that came with it, but he kept a old knife and a M1911 he dubbed "Ol' Reliable"

"Where is he..." muttered Jonathan as he scanned the Casino floor. His eye shifted to a man wearing a Orange vest. Jonathan walked over to him, and tapped on his shoulder

"His name was Grigori Walker, he had the chemicals needed for the Bomb...." Jonathan said "He was the first target

"Hi old buddy" he said, acting like they were old pals. "Lets catch up at my Suite"

"Uhh" Girgori was clearly confused "Sure.."

They took the elevator up, and walked into the Suite, Jonathan then grabbed the man by his jacket and threw him into the room

"I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HSU, ALLEN, AND IVANOV WANT WITH THE CHEMICAL NOVA!" he yelled

"I see....you sir can go to hell, i have all the papers in my hideout in North Vegas." he said

"Thanks, now heres your present" Jonathan said with as he gave Grigori a Bullet to the head
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Jonathan Murray- Lucky 38 interrogation room

"What happened after you killed Grigori?" asked the interrogator

"We went to his hideout" Jonathan said

"We? Whos we?" The second interrogator asked

"Marco..." he said

"Okay, So you and...Marco went to his hideout." the first interrogator confirmed the facts

"Yes we did..."Jonathan's mind thought back to that date.
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Jonathan Murray-Grigori Walker's Hideout

"Hello Murray, its good we see each other again, That is Walker's hideout" Marco pointed to it "I will find you later my friend, i have troubles to take care of "

"Goodbye" Jonathan said

Jonathan then went in guns blazing, he killed atleast 4 of Walkers guards without breaking a sweat, but he soon found himself bogged down as a MG gunner in one of the windows shot at him

"When the MG gunner stopped firing, I took my chances and shot him." Jonathan said

He was in the house, no guards were inside, but he found Walker's papers

"Great!" he said to himself as he walked out of the house

Laying in the bed I slowly started to think about the news that was spreading throughout the camp. Legion had advanced, they were taking towns, what would we be expected to do now? There were only one hundred of us at best and even then, not all of us were that well trained; it was lucky I was in one of the best squads but even then... I had to try and cater to any modding requests by any soldiers that were man enough to talk to me, most people were put off by my mass of scars.

Sitting up quickly I realised now that I was awake there was no point in staying in bed, rising out from underneath the sheet I looked at the small clock beside my bed; 0430. Rolling my eyes I walked over to the small room that was off the side of my small working area and bed, shuffling through my small set of clothes I put on a white muscle shirt and some brown slacks. After shoving my boots onto my feet I walked over to my bench and started on welding a scope onto a private's laser rifle, he was the best shot in his group he said; that's why he'd volunteered for a new type of laser rifle scope.

I'd checked it out and they seemed to work pretty well, but it didn't compare to the scope I'd had on my rifle for a good year now; it had the best tech out of anything I'd seen before. Grinning slightly I started humming a tune to myself, one that I always seemed to start randomly and never finish. "There once was an old farmer who lived on a rock, he sat in the meadow just shaking his..." Trailing off I decided to not continue and concentrated on the work in front of me.

Jack Humphrey

Jack took another swig of vodka and leant back in his chair around the roulette table. His luck was good on the fine day in the Gomorrah, further adding to his good mood. Jack pulled himself out and went looking for a Blackjack table. He lit up a cigarette as he walked. In the corner of the casino floor Jack saw an old friend manning the Blackjack table, Katie Lovitz. Jack took a pull of his cigarette and approached her. He combed back his wig and was about to call her name when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned quickly and saw yet another old friend.

"Lupus Deserti, my good man," Jack roared, breaking out into laughter. "Last day I saw you was the one after we killed Kimball, and got paid," Jack announced. "Would you like to take a seat? I've plenty of caps, and have no problem sharing." Jack turned to the man standing next to Lupus. "He can [censored] off."

MONK

Monk lit a smoke, taking his time as he stared at the bouncer in the lobby of the Gomorrah. "I'm sorry," he said as he blew smoke in the man's face, "But, you're going to have to repeat that."

"You'll have to hand over you're weapons before we can allow you in the casino sir."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Do you know who I am?" The bouncer replied.

Monk was losing patience with the guard, he leaned in close. "This isn't a game of who the [censored] are you son. My name's Monk. I'm here to see Jack, I'm expected."

"Never the less sir, my orders are to remove all weapons from anyone who enters."

Monk sighed, this guy was starting to piss him off, but he was only doing his job. "Ok, here's my shotgun and my knife. The pistol stays though."

The bouncer took Monk's weapons before replying. "That won't do sir. I'm afraid it must be all weapons."

Monk sighed again, he was a rich man since completing the contract for Ryans. "Ok, what's it going to cost me to keep my gun?"

"Ha, more than you can afford scarface. Besides, bribes are usually arranged with more discression." The bouncer tried to reach in to Monk's jacket to retrieve the .44 magnum.

Monk siezed the bouncer by the wrist, twisting the idiot's arm up behind his back. There was a sick popping sound as the guards elbow dislocated, he let out a cry of pain as Monk increased the pressure further. With his other hand Monk punched the bouncer twice in the kidney.

"Be discreet." He whispered in the bouncers ear. "Now where is Jack?"

"[censored] you man." The guy spat at him.

"Ok, that's your call." Monk drew his pistol and pushed the muzzle into the guys temple.

"No, no," The guy shrieked, drawing unwanted attention from the other bouncers. "He's at the tables somewhere."

"See, much easier when you just go along isn't it? Shame you didn't do that from the get-go. This probably won't end well for you now." Keeping his pistol placed against the side of the man's head Monk dragged the bouncer into the club. A crowd of guards had started to surround Monk as he walked further into the casino. Several of them had weapons trained on him.

"Let him go man," one of them said, trying to intimidate Monk. "let him go or we'll shoot you."

"Wouldn't do that if I was you pal," Monk grinned at the guy, "I'm here to see Jack. I think he'd be pretty pissed if you did shoot me."

From across the room Monk heard a familliar rasping voice roaring then bursting into laughter. It was Jack, not only Jack. It seemed the reason for Jack's good humor was the legion fellow, Deserti.

Monk dragged the guard along until he was a couple of feet from the two men, there was a third, but Monk ignored him. "Hello Jack, Lupus. It's been a while. Sorry to break up the reunion fellas, but this guy," he shoved the bouncer towards Jack, "this guy takes bribes, lets people come in armed. And even more insulting, he wouldn't accept one from me. You want me to deal with him for you? Also, could you tell your goons to stop pointing their [censored] pea shooters at me?" Monk chuckled at the last question.

Jonathan Murray- Lucky 38 interrogation room

"Ya know what? [censored] you!" yelled Jonathan "I ain't telling you [censored]!"

"JONATHAN! WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE NUMBERS MEAN! TJATS ALL WE WANT!" screamed the second interrogator

"Look, i got one final idea." said the first interrogator

"Yes? And what is that?" The second interrogator's voice was revealed, it was Captain Micheals, Jonathan's best friend back in NCR

"WATCH ME!" yelled the first interrogator, who was Ryans

"I don't think your a traitor, but they tell me you are, so-" Jonathan punched up right as he untied the first strap.

"[censored] YOU ALL!" he screamed as he took the elevator down to the Casino, he had snatched Ryans pistol.

"HALT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" screamed a guard

"Gommorah, old friends are there" he said back

"Ah....well go on through" said the guard

Jonathan walked across the street to Gommorah, he then went to the bar, and noticed his old squad mates

"YOU SON OF A [censored]!" he yelled as he knocked every table and chair out of the way.

Jack replied to Lupus with "Lupus Deserti, my good man, last day I saw you was the one after we killed Kimball, and got paid. Would you like to take a seat? I've plenty of caps, and have no problem sharing." He also said this to Demon Deserta "He can [censored] off."

"This guy is my right hand man he will remain by my side until I return to Terra Legion." said Lupus he sat down at the seat Jack offered him, "I don't need caps. I haven't even spent any of the caps I got from our President."

"What the hell did I do?" asked Demon randomly.

After Demon asked the question Monk the Scarred Man showed up holding a bouncer, What the [censored] is going on?

"Hello Jack, Lupus. It's been a while. Sorry to break up the reunion fellas, but this guy, this guy takes bribes, lets people come in armed. And even more insulting, he wouldn't accept one from me. You want me to deal with him for you? Also, could you tell your goons to stop pointing their [censored] pea shooters at me?"

"Hello Monk I see you are enjoying yourself." Lupus said, after seeing the two men Lupus could vividly remember the last parts of the mission they went on a year ago, before Monk or Jack could reply to Lupus a man bursted in and started to flip over tables and throw chairs everywhere, he then approached the table Lupus, Jack, Demon, and Monk where at and yelled "YOU SON OF [censored]!".

"Who the [censored] are you?" asked Lupus with much wonder, he could see that Demon already had his hands in his coat pocket which was where he had his Combat Knife.

Aiden Park

Aiden groaned as the entirety of the people in Vegas started to give him the evil eye. The Followers weren't exactly respected in Vegas considering they weren't loyal to any flag and helped anybody they could. In any case, he was greatly annoyed by the amount of people who hated the Followers.

It was Farkas who made it like that...not me Aiden thought. The convoy of the guards, doctors, and of course himself and Evie, started to attract attention from even the gamblers who were deep in their casino games as they went to the Gomorrah casino. One of the thugs stopped him and the convoy. "You'll have to hand over your weapons before you go in sir," He said politely.

Aiden shook his head. "We're from the Mojave Union, Followers of the Apocalypse. We can have weapons anywhere."
The bouncer/thug growled a bit and sighed. "Alright, but I expect that safety switch turned ON at all times."

The convoy nodded and headed towards the area for any sign of Jack. Soon, Evelyn caught sight of Jack and another man none of the convoy recognized. On the other side was another person trying to talk to Jack. They approached him. "Jack, we're from the Followers of the Apocalypse. Can we have a moment of your time?"

Jonathan looked at a strange man next to his former squad leader, Jonathan pulled out his 12.7mm pistol and pointed at him.

"Try me...." he said

Jonathan was a honorary member of Gommorah, as he managed to "re-route" drugs from the NCR forensic to them, so he could carry guns in the casino, just as he didn't shoot a Omerta.

"Lupes Deserti, i know your name, i found it in that [censored] of a President's, hes either dead or unconscious by now." and then he turned his attention to the other man with a hand in his shirt "You must be the idiot who is "replacing" me."

"Lupes, you know who i am...I am Jonathan Murray."

Lupus turned his attention to the Followers of Apocalypse person who said "Jack, we're from the Followers of the Apocalypse. Can we have a moment of your time?".
"Look I think things are about to heat up and Jack is a little busy." said Lupus. He then turned his attention to Jonathan Murray.

"What the [censored]? Your that little [censored] who tried to sabotage the contract last year. [censored] I should of put a bullet in your head when I saw you lying helpless on the ground." Jonathan had turned all his attention to Lupus. "Yeah its funny what happened to you, you help the NCR and then they try to execute you! Ha thats [censored] hilarious. It seems like you just can't make no friends. Haha I bet the only friends you ever had where your parents, but you can thank the Legion for not having them around anymore!" By this time Jonathan was ready to shoot Lupus but Demon had already gotten behind Jon, Demon stabbed Jonathan in the stomach and then elbowed his jaw, Jonathan fell to the ground and dropped his pistol, Demon then pinned him to the ground making sure he had no way to get up.

Jack Humphrey

Things had heated up fast. Monk approached with an Omerta henchman in a lock.

"Hello Jack, Lupus. It's been a while. Sorry to break up the reunion fellas, but this guy," he shoved the bouncer towards Jack, "this guy takes bribes, lets people come in armed. And even more insulting, he wouldn't accept one from me. You want me to deal with him for you? Also, could you tell your goons to stop pointing their [censored] pea shooters at me?"

Jack looked around and saw Omerta thugs pointing their weapons at Monk.

"Jack, we're from the Followers of the Apocalypse. Can we have a moment of your time?" Jack turned to see two more people. He raised a hand to the followers as Lupus mumbled something to him and looked at Monk.

"Monk, let the man go. You are allowed entry." Jack turned to the Omerta's thugs. "Lower your [censored] guns or I'll have you fired." All the thugs in the area lowered their weapons and holstered them, hardly willing to lose their cushy living for a doorman.

Jack looked at the follower. "I am Jack Humphrey, General of the Army of the Mojave Union. What do you want, follower?" Jack always had an odd sense of respect for the Followers of the Apocalypse. They were no doubt naive, but they were extremely hard-working, and the fact that their goal in the Mojave was to simply heal and help meant Jack couldn't fault them.

Jonathan felt a bolt of adrenaline when the knife went into him, he looked down onto the wooden floor, he then acted like it hurt, he cried in pain, Demon hopped off him, seeing his "prey" finally fallen

NCR ranger training paid off.. he thought

"BIG MISTAKE [censored]!" he yelled, he grabbed Demon by the collars of his coat and threw him across the bar table onto where the drinks were displayed, Demon hit the shelf, he wasn't getting up for awhile, Jonathan turned to Lupes

"You [censored], imma kick your ass so hard you'll be cryin to Caesar to come back." he said with a diabolic laugh, Jonathan then grabbed his old pistol and fired 4 shots at Lupes's legs before Jonathan collapsed to the wound. His vision darkened.