» Fri May 13, 2011 12:25 pm
Brothers - Complete Edition
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Part 1
The Promise
Five years before the the first Battle of Hoover Dam. A quiet, calm exists in the mystic Mojave. A family lives and loves in a humble home, the parents are two hardworking people dependent of only each other.
One unfortunate afternoon though, something happens that is quite unexpected. A group of men approaching from the back dressed in an assortment of random garb that look like a tunic approach the house from afar. The father looks and stands there cleaning his hands with his rag watching the men approach.
A knock is heard at the door and the mother checks to see who it is, a group of five soldiers stand there and introduce themselves as the NCR. The mother is a bit curious but not too worried, they don't look as though they are too bad a people. The senior enlisted officer informs her that her own has is apart of NCR territory now and asks if they would join the NCR. The mother giggles a bit and calls her husband toward the door. The man of the house is focused on the now running men toward them.
The five strangely dressed men continue to sprint toward the home. The father sees that they are armed and look dangerous. He informs his wife and she moves toward the children to get them safe.
The superior NCR tells a Private to see what the ruckus is all about. The Private quickly moves around the house to see what the disturbance is and sees the four legionaries and a Veteran legionnaire. He returns to his Sergeant and tells him of the news.
Inside, the mother is moving her two children, Sean of 12 years old, and Jack of 10 years. In the master bedroom she tells her two children one last time that their father and she will love them always. As she leaves the room she locks the door from the inside.
Sean tells Jack with worry in his voice, "it's going to be ok, Mom and Dad will take care of this." The sun shines down on his hair of fire and shows the multi red; orange; and blonde locks like the Sun itself. He looks back at Jack and as they look at each other the worst scream in the world pervades their ears. The two hear their father scream their mother's name. A groan soon leaves his gullet. The sound of bullets fill the air as NCR fire upon their parents killers. A growl and shreak of pain join the noise.
Sean turns to his brother who has tears of fear rolling down his face. The eldest is sad and scared but he whispers to his brother, "I'm going to... I'm gonna go see Mom and Dad, you stay here and be quiet. Those men might take me, and the others will probably take you, I promise not to never harm you, do you promise?"
Jack whispers a cry, "Yes, I promise to never hurt you. I promise to not forget you. I love you."
Sean frowns as be hugs his brother one last time, "I will never forget you little brother, I love you." Sean walks over to the door and waves his brother goodbye. As Sean walks out the door he locks it.
The Drafting
Sean sees his father over his mother, both deceased. Over near the front, soldiers and legionnaires fight in hand to hand combat outside the front door.
The legionnaires and NCR soldiers are evenly matched even though it's four on five. One of the soldiers sees past a legionnaire to see Sean near the table, where his parents lay dead. Standing at the back door, the Veteran walks up to Sean, "Boy, your parents fought bravely, but they are no match for us. How hold are you? 11? 12? You would make a good recruit, you are coming with me." Sean shakes his head no, and as the Veteran grabs his shoulder he pushes the arm away "Oh, haha, you have some fight in you, good, you will need it."
The Veteran whistles and the legionnaires immediately fall back. "Grab the boy, he will be trained in our ways."
The Veterans second in command replies, "Yes sir, shall I restrain him and throw him over the shoulders, or drag him?"
"Do not drag the boy, restrain him though, make it tight, he's a fighter this one." the veteran walks out quickly followed by the two others that are still standing.
The second in command wrestles Sean down, who fights back like a rabid wolverine. The Legionnaire gets tired of the nuisance and swiftly knocks him out. He wraps the ropes around him and carries him away.
Outside the house, the NCR tend to their wounded. The Sergeant looks up to see a relatively empty dining room. The only people remaining is the boy's parents. The little redhead is gone, taken into the arms of the very people who killed his parents.
"Sergeant McGee, Pvt Simpson's chest wound isn't as bad as originally expected, but I need to get him back to base if I am going to be able to help him any further," the female medic informs him, "As for Pvt Johansson's laceration on her arm, she will need several stitches but I was able to tourniquet above the wound. We need to get back to base soon though."
Sergeant McGee shook his head in understanding. He walks over to the door where he saw the redhead originally. Sgt McGee grabs the knob and turns it, but it doesn't budge. The Sgt moves close to the door to listen. What he hears is the whimpering of a small child, possibly boy. He speaks through the door, "Cover your ears and shield your eyes I'm going to kick open the door."
In the room the little brother with Mahogany hair does is told. He places his head between his knees and covers his ears. The Sgt bellows from a foot outside the door, "Prepare yourself." He swings his leg up and pushes forward. The door cracks opens, and a 6'3" giant of a man, with an m-16 A2 service rifle with with RCO on his back.
Sgt McGee walks toward Jack and takes a knee, "Hello there son, what's your name?"
The man's voice is like that of a faithful mentor, but Jack is shy. He doesn't say as tears are still rolling down his face.
Sgt nods in understanding, "I see, well I saw that Mail box out front, it read Weston, is that your families' name?"
Jack looks at him and nods yes.
"Was that your brother I saw earlier?" McGee asks in a concerned voice.
Jack continues to cry and nods yes.
"I'm incredibly sorry, your brother has been recruited by the new enemy of us, the New California Republic. We believe the enemy is a group called Caesar's Legion." Sgt sits down next to Jack, "They are a very powerful and enraged foe. Our toughest enemy yet. Enough of that though, why don't we get you out of here?"
Jack shakes his head no while placing his head in his arms.
"Okay, would giving your parents a proper funeral be okay with you?" Sgt looks over and waits for a no, but Jack looks up and slowly nods yes. McGee stands up and holds out his hand to Jack, who hesitantly grasps it.
The two walk out of the room, and Jack goes over to his fallen parents who lie in a puddle of blood. The young boy falls on both of them and holds them one last time.
Sgt leaves the boy where he sits and walks over to the Medic, Corporal Levees. Sgt begins to speak, "This is going to be awhile Corporal, will you and Private O'Neill be able to help walk Private Johansson and Simpson back to base?"
She replies, "Yes Sergeant, once there we will take care of the two soldiers. After, I see that we will have a new mate with us, I will set up living quarters for him."
"Good thinking Corporal, before we leave I will get a few things for him. Lord knows he will need it, it's a pity really. You four go on ahead, young Weston and I will be there before the morning. When he is ready we will educate him with to the best of our ability, train him, provide for him. Corporal, we are the closest thing he will have to family, and we must be family. I do believe he will not speak for quite some time, so don't rush him. After the you have completed your tasks, put out an encampment wide memo that we will have someone new with us, and he is my responsibility. I will talk to the C.O. and get it taken care of on that end. Dismissed."
The Corporal and Private begin their trek back to base.
The Funeral
Sgt. McGee walks briskly back inside, takes a knee and places his hand on Jack's back. "Son, when you are ready, we will prep for their funeral."
Jack, sits up as tears and snot continue to run from his eyes and nose. He nods that it will begin, he points towards the back door and Sgt McGee steps toward the threshold. He looks to his right, nothing, to his left and he sees a shed. He walks over and inside on the wall rests a shovel. He grabs it continues over to a suitable resting place.
The Sergeant begins to dig. He continues to dig until the resting place is suitable for the parents. He walks over to Jack and asks, "Are you ready?" the boy slowly nods yes. He stands up and Sgt walks over to the body of the father. He picks him up and carries the father in his arms and places the father in his tomb. He does the same for the boy's mother.
Sgt goes back inside and grabs two blankets to cover the parents. McGee then continues to place the soil over the parents. When finished he looks over to the boy and asks, "What are their names?"
Jack sits and writes Emily J., and to the right of it Jackson S., and Sean D. as his brothers name. The boy knows it'll be needed. He then writes Jack and points down toward himself.
McGee nods yes and begins the eulogy, "Jackson S. And Emily J. Weston. Two wonderful and loving parents. Father and mother to Sean D.; and Jack Weston. Brave and courageous, dying while defending the ones they love. I didn't know them very long but I could see the strength in their eyes from the moment we met. From what I saw of them they lived by three words: Love; Valor; Commitment. Never have I met a better people. May you rest in peace."
The two bow their heads in sadness and respect, Jack cries and McGee comforts him.
"Is there anything you would wish to take with you?" Sgt McGee asks Jack. The boy nods yes.
The two walk inside and Jack grabs his mothers magnum; his fathers ka-bar; a small little trinket that is a family heirloom. Upon the top of the heirloom sits a majestic bird sitting on the world with a mud hook through it. The boy holds it close to his chest as he thinks of his father. One last thing he grabs is a small family portrait painted by his mother with love. These items were placed in Sgt McGee's satchel for safe journey to base camp.
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Part 2
The Naming
Sean lay over the Legionnaire's shoulder. He felt the midnight wind caress his face, it feels like his mother's hand soft hand. He keeps his eyes closed as he hears the Veteran's voice destroy the peaceful calm.
"Men, do you remember your naming? What it means to receive your legion title? I remember, I was above the age of acceptance, but I pledged my loyalty to the Caesar himself. I have realized what the boy's legion title will be. He will become a member of my lineage, thus receiving my surname. His title will he Taurus Aurelius. He will take some time to break, but when he joins us he will be a great warrior," he finishes speaking.
The party continues to march on in the dead cool of the night. Sean drifts back off to the dreamland, where prisoners can be free men, and boys can climb over the highest peak, or jump the most vast canyons.
The Legion Outpost
Is morning when the boy awakens unbound within a very large tent. Sean lies there for a minute, then a man he barely recognized without helm enters. He has a gruff face and long snow blonde hair. He stands at 6'4" and is built with layers of lean muscle from all the walking done in his life.
The Veteran approaches Sean and addresses him, "Bout time boy, I was beginning to believe Tarsus had killed you. Look at me, you are now a slave. If you prove yourself you will live, if not you will die. Every order I tell you, you do. If I tell you to jump, you jump; if I tell you to sit, you sit; if I tell you to slit your throat, you slit your throat."
Sean is attentive yet boiling with anger. The Veteran continues his speech, "My name is Veteran Aegidius Aurelius. I'm an officer in Caesar's Legion. My wife is a priestess and while your not training you will be learning. If you ever give her any trouble I will break you further. Get up and get changed into that garb, you will wear it until your either dead, or have earned the right to wear your horns." Aegidius leaves the tent and awaits Sean.
Sean looks at the slave garb which bears an x on it's chest. Sean ponders putting the slave shirt on. He runs through his options: he could try to run, and probably be killed; he can sneak his way out, and probably be killed; or he can go along with Aegidius and use the memories of his family as his driving force. This way he might eventually be able to return to his brother. Sean puts on the slave garb and reluctantly walks out of the tent.
The Breaking
Sean looks around to see legionnaires on patrol; a multitude of tents; and crimson flags with gold bulls on each side. To his right stands Aegidius. His arms are crossed and the Mojave wind moves his hair to make it seem like the knife of a dry winter wind.
"Boy, walk with me," Aegidius orders him. They walk down the street of the camp over to a cage. Nothing is inside except a totem-like walking stick resting against the chains of the cage. Aegidius Aurelius opens the door of the cage and beckons Sean toward him. The boy shakes his head no and backs away.
Behind the boy stands Tarsus, who is waiting for the boy to back into him. Sean does, and so Tarsus grabs him by the rear and neck of his garb and tosses the slave into the pin.
The Veteran addresses his student; "That'll do Tarsus, if I need your assistance you will know. Now, as for you slave, your about to have quite a time." Aegidius walks over to the angry boy and orders, "Stay down boy, your going to do as I say you got that?"
Sean looks up at Aegidius with the eyes of a bull seeing red. He grinds his head left and right.
Aegidius chuckles at this, "Hahaha, boy you should listen the first time and do as I say." Aegidius takes his totem in hand and swings into the slave's ribs hard enough to only bruise. "Are you going to continue this dead in road?"
The boy of fire doesn't reply, instead he slowly gets to gets to his knees. As the boy staggers to his feet, Aegidius swings the totem behind the slave and takes his feet out from beneath him. While the boy is in mid-air he swings the totem down on the boy's chest driving him to the ground. The boy loses his breath and gasps for air.
"Are you done with this foolish nonsense? Or do I have to weaken you further? The more I weaken you; the more strength you will lose; the more tiresome I will grow; and the more time you will waste. Now I will repeat myself, are you done?" The Veteran looks to the red faced boy who is slowly moving to his stomach.
As the boy is trying to get up he speaks for the first time since his his parents' death, " Why did you kill them?"
"Haha, he speaks! Simple enough question really, because your parents became dissolutes once consorting with the enemy. Upon consorting with the enemy death can be issued. Since your parents also decided to fight back they became profligates. I can't have that. Your not going to trust me for quite awhile, but try to listen when I say this, death was better for them then the other option?"
Sean is staring into the sea blue eyes of his parents' assailant while responding, " What was the other option? At least they'd be alive, right?"
The smile of enjoyment left the Veteran with his reply, "Yes they'd be alive, but would you want to see your mother as a slave? Called into another legionnaire's chambers? See her carrying around back-breaking packs? Would you want that for your mother? That would be selfish, do you realize this?"
The boy looked down at the ground in guilt, "What would have happened to my dad?"
"Possibly worse, or better, depending how you look at it. He would have been starved; beaten; then placed on a cross. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want that for my father even though we didn't see eye to eye." The Veteran could see the stubbornness of the boy waining. "Are you ready to begin training?"
The boy looks at his new Master and nodded without any emotion, yes.
The Training
"Good, I was starting to think this was going to take days. Alright now, do you know what an up-down is?" He stood watching his new student respond with a no nod. "I will show you, what you do is run in place, and upon my signal of front or back you fall to your chest and push up, or fall to your back and get up. While running you keep your knees as high as my totem, do you understand?"
Sean looks at the Veteran and nods yes.
"Okay, you will do this until I say stop, begin." The Veteran commences with training his new student. "Front; push up; high knees-high knees-high knees; back." The Veteran continued this until the boy collapses from exhaustion. This takes an hour and a half.
The boy is so exhausted that he cannot get up.
"Good, if you can't get up that means your working hard. Alright, time to call it a day. Your not going to sleep there though." After saying this, Aegidius grabs a hold of Sean around he waste and carries him back to his quarters. The boy is so tired that under Aegidius' arm he resembles a sack of potatoes. Aegidius reaches his tent and throws the boy onto his sleeping mat.
The Veteran addresses his student, "When you awaken we will continue your training. You will eat prior to this though because not much can be done on an empty tank. Now sleep." The Veteran leaves the tent and commences with his other errands.
The NCR Outpost
"Major, the boy's parent's are dead, and his brother was captured by the legion. He needs someone to care for him, and if we beat discipline into him he is not going to trust us very well, ever. I ask you, Major, please let the Corporal and I teach him of our ways and tutor him as needed."
The Major looks through the window of his tent at the boy who is walking with Corporal Levees. The Major responds, "I've thought about it, and as you have requested, you will take full responsibility for him. You will feed him, attend to his needs. Corporal Levees can mother him as need be. If he ever steps out of line it's your toes that take the cutting. I will fill out the forms for you to begin receiving payment for the child. I will let upper management know as well. As for tutoring, you and Corporal Levees can letter the Followers to see if they can send books. I know you both spent time together with them, so you two can handle them. Sergeant McGee, you know what caring for him entails and I'm not going to insult your intelligence by explaining it to you. I know you and Shannon are married and have tried to have a child, maybe this is God's way of saying yes. I know you two are fully capable. Dismissed."
Sergeant pops to the PoA and salutes his C.O. He then leaves the Major's tent and walks over to his wife. He speaks to her with a smile "Corporal, Major Glenn okayed it, Jack is ours."
Corporal Shannon Levees beams back and the kneels down to Jack, "You hear that? The C.O. is allowing us to take care of you! We will help you get through this. It'll be okay." Shannon hugs her new adopted child.
Jack doesn't smile though, which slightly lowers the morale of the other two.
McGee kneels down beside his wife and speaks to Jack, "It's ok, you take all the time you need. We will be here for you, if you ever need anything you just tell us." McGee and Levees stand and begin walking, Jack walks with them"
"Now let's go show you your quarters." The threesome continues walking and the reach a small 10' x 10' tent. Inside rests a twin size bed; a desk; and a lantern. Sgt. McGee reaches into his satchel an places the family portrait onto the desk, along with the ka-bar; magnum; and family heirloom.
Corporal speaks, "it's not much, but some don't even get a desk. We have some paperwork to fill out. The two of us will come by later. If you need anything come get us, we will be in Admin." She pulls out a map of camp and places it on the desk. "Your tent is here, and Admin is here, that's where we work when we aren't patrolling the Mojave. Our tent is over here." She points to them in order. Jack simply nods yes in understanding.
"We will see you later today then. Does lunch sound good?" Sgt. asks Jack. He simply nods yes, then sits on his new bed. "Sounds good, we will be by to get you around lunch." The two soldiers leave the tent together.
Jacks lies down on the bed and curls up into a ball. While lying there in his sadness, he falls asleep with tears rolling down his cheek.
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Part 3
The Silver Lining
Within the black walled chain leak fence of the cage is the slave, doing push-ups. The Veteran is pacing around. Aegidius is barking orders, "Higher, don't touch the deck. Tuck those elbows in, up, run in place, high knees, higher. Keep running, are you getting slower? Ha, don't you dare, faster."
Sean continues to run in place. The sweat is forming on and in the slave shirt which makes it feel like a trash bag. His master continues to pace in front of him.
He turns to his slave and begins to lecture, "Boy, I'm an educated man, before the legion, I spent my fair share in the Apocalypse. During my studies I read of a man that many believed as God. He travelled the land and recruited many as his followers. During his travels he did many a great deed. Many viewed him as the God-King. Then he died, strangely enough though, he came back. Now why do I bring this up? - high knees - Well everyone in the Legion know that I believe Caesar as the God-King. Oh, of course, I would fight for to the death. But between you and me-" Aegidius leans in close to Sean and speaks in a volume only the two of them can hear, "I am much more keen in the art of deception then they will ever realize. I will teach you how to become so close that you become invisible. Even if you are right on the tip of his nose." Aegidius leans away and continues to bark orders.
Sean continues to do as ordered. The previous lecture is still processing through his head. The boy wonders if he can even remotely ever trust this killer. He continues to multitask as he high knees onward.
The Naming Ceremony
Months pass, the 12 year old slave has honed his body; body; and skills. He is now 13 years of age. Sean has been taught how to fight; survive; the ranks of the Legion; how to act within the legion; how to speak to superiors; how to speak to equals; been given "the talk"; and from his master received basic knowledge on the art of deception. Today is the ceremony he and other boys have been waiting for, they are now receiving their legion titles.
He is the last slave to be promoted. He is approached by the Decanus who speaks, "Who is your master? Who will be promoting you?"
Sean stares forward and speaks, "Veteran Aegidius Aurelius is my master."
The Decanus turns toward the Veteran and speaks, "He is yours Veteran, continue."
"Yes sir." Aegidius approaches his young student. He speaks, "What is your former name?"
Sean replies, "Sean Daniels Weston, sir."
The Veteran speaks, "Sean Daniels Weston, you have hereby earned your new title. Your new Legion title will be Recruit Taurus Aurelius. Wear it well."
Taurus replies with what sounds, and seems 100% truthful, "Ave, true to Caesar."
The other recruits join in exploding, "Ave, true to Caesar."
The Decanus steps forward and addresses all new recruits, "Congratulations on earning your new title. From now on you will fight under your Master, the Legionnaire that originally acquired you. Fight hard, fight well. Ave, true to Caesar." The Decanus steps away and returns to his other duties.
The recruits bellow back, "Ave, true to Caesar."
The Teaching of Jack
Inside his tent Jack reads a biology book. Much he does not understand at first, but he quickly catches on.
He looks to his left to see Sgt. McGee enter. "Morning, you are up early aren't you? Is that biology? Wow, I didn't learn about that till I joined the followers. I learned very much with them. I brought you something."
Sgt. pulls a book out of his satchel. "Here is a new book you received today. This one is about astronomy. Clever skill to have, especially when traveling at night. You have learned much since your arrival. Gone through about 10 text books and mounds of paper, haha."
McGee looks at Jack with the loving eyes of a father, "I know it's been six months, and I said you can talk when your ready, and I stand by that. You write to us as long as you need to. Shannon and I understand." He walks over to Jack and squeezes his shoulder. " I will see you later." Sgt. McGee leaves Jack to his studies.
Jack dives back into his reading. The textbook explains the structure of the human cell and the understanding of it. Within the book contains some instructions on how to help treat lacerations and other forms of forceful intrusions on the human body. Once completing the reading of the chapter he answers all the questions in the back of the chapter, including a test. He does this with every chapter and unit until finished with the textbook. Upon completion of a textbook he stacks it on the growing pile of books, and with the paper he places it in his drawer for further review later.
The Stroll
Jack is taking a break from his studies and walking. It is evening, and the sunset of the Mojave is painting the sky with reds; oranges; and yellows. Jack goes past the Major's work tent when he hears a conversation going on between Sgt. McGee, Cpl. Levees, and Maj. Glenn. Through the cloth of the tent he hears Maj. Glenn's booming voice respond to Sgt. McGee, "Wow, he's been here for six months, since April, and not one word has left his mouth?"
Sgt. McGee replies, "No sir, he is still quiet. Shannon and I have spoken to him every day since, and well, nothing."
"Hmm, do you think he can speak? I mean, was he mute before arriving here? It could be hereditary, were either of his parents mute?" Glenn asks his friend.
McGee answers, "I'm not sure if he was mute before the incident. Neither of his parents were mute, I heard both of them speak during the short time I was in contact with them."
Maj. Glenn nods in understanding, "Well, have him examined, not by Shannon, wait, letter a doctor in the Apocalypse and have 'em come down to check him out. This way we will know if there is something wrong or, well, you know."
Sgt. nods in understanding. He stands and says, " Understood Major."
Maj. orders, "Dismissed."
Sgt. pops to the position of attention, salutes his C.O. then leaves.
Jack looks down in wonder, and feels a bit guilty. He walks back over to his tent, sits in his chair, and thinks. He places his elbow on his knee, and his chin on his knuckles, and ponders his situation.
The First Words
Jack rolls over and stares up. The last words he remembers saying were to his brother all those months ago. He sits up, gets changed, and goes to the Sergeant's quarters.
While walking to the quarters Jack is greeted by a few soldiers. Jack responds to each greet with a wave. He reaches the tent, where inside sit Cpl. Levees and Sgt. McGee.
Jack stands in the doorway and speaks for the first time in six months, "Thank you, for, for everything. My parents were... and you two just took me in as your own. You have fed me. You have taught me. You have put clothes on my back. You never had to do this, but you have. Shannon, you have tried to mother me since i arrived, you have done an amazing job, and I thank you. Seth, thank you for trying to be a father to me, and you have done well. I'm not sure if I will ever be a parent, but you both remind me of my... my own."
Shannon has her hand to her mouth in shock, tears of happiness begin to leave her eyes. She lowers her hand and a smile of pure joy escapes her military exterior. She stands up and walks over to Jack. She embraces him in a motherly hug.
Seth is grinning from ear to ear. He walks over to his wife and son and embraces them both. The family create an atom of happiness within the element of the Mojave.
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Part 4
The Four Years Later
At the base camp Jack continues to study. What many do not learn until they are older, he has learned and become adapt in. The many areas include astronomy; medicine; human anatomy; human biology; animal biology(pre and post war); marine biology(pre and post war); weaponry including guns; energy; basic knowledge in hand to hand; somewhat in melee; explosives. Outside the area of weaponry he has also become learned in the area of science.
The relationship with his adoptive parents has grown into an unbreakable bond. Seth and Shannon have been on many explorations in the past four years. Jack has been on a few with them.
Jack has grown a foot reaching 5' 8". His mahogany hair has grown very much, reaching his shoulders. His build has increased in size as well. He has gained a few scarred from some of the small expeditions dome with Shannon and Seth. One short, horizontal line exists above his right eye; one rests upon to back of his hand, and on the palm exists it's sister scar close to the thumb.
Jack has had very many conversations with his adopted parents since first speaking. He has even spoken with others on the base as well as the officers. He has become quite the brain of the camp.
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Over in Caesar's Legion Sean Weston, now Taurus Aurelius, has become quite the young man. Reaching a height of 6'0" 185 pounds of lean muscle. He fills out his recruit armor well, yet the helm can hardly contain his mane of fire.
During the 4 and a half years with the Legion he has become quite the swordsman. At times he bests his Master even with one blade against two. Sometimes he spars with his Master and other Recruits and somehow bests them in the end. His Master is quite the swordsman, but he has taught his young padawan well.
The young Aurelius has become quite charismatic; strong; lucky; enduring; intelligent; perceptive; and agile. Some of the Veteran's in closed conversation refer to him as quite the prodigy. He is quickly becoming the total warrior. Some recruits gest that Taurus could even stand up to Lanius.
The experienced Recruit has gained several scars from fights with gangers; NCR soldiers; some Super mutants; ghouls; radscorpions; giant radscorpions; fiends; giant mantises; dogs; and even Deathclaws.
He has trophies of creatures around his neck. Thumbs; claws; dog tags, small trinkets to show what enemies the Recruit has conquered. A journal could be written on his kills, and journeys.
His issued machete has taken on a crimson tint from his gallery of slaughters. The least crimson part is the edge that he sharpens.
His Master has taught him quite a bit. Aegidius has taught Taurus how to suture wounds of all types whiter it be grenade blasts (what can be sutured); bullet wounds; punctures; lacerations; how to effectively tourniquet. He has thoroughly delved into navigation; and tracking. Taught him where to take a bullet and how to take a bullet in the most desirable of places when being shot at. The Master has taught the student so well that he could convince even the most intelligent of men among the Legion ranks.
The Flashback
The Veteran Explorer has engaged with him in many an intellectual conversation over the years. One that Sean remembers in particular...
Sean thinks back to that night that was only a few weeks ago...
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The two sit around a campfire roasting molerat and having a few laughs. They have just wrestled a couple second generation super mutants and decided to celebrate their combat ingenuity.
His Master stops laughing and has a most serious face. He is only this serious when speaking on deception. He stares into the crackling fire as he speaks, "Do you remember when I first begin training you I spoke of a God-King and crudely compared him to Caesar?"
Taurus replies, "Yes Master, I faintly recall it." He listens intently staring into the depths of his Master's pupils.
"Well one of the most powerful things I have ever learned came from the teachings within his book. I grew to believe in that God-King, and even moved to New Canaan. An odd people lived there though, believing quite a different book than I, so I came back down south. On that adventure though I learned one immensely powerful thing. Probably almost as powerful as the human tongue itself. Forgiveness. I learned that a man's life can be judged by the simple act of forgiveness. Much I have memorized from the book but that one simple act I have burned into the very fabric of my soul. I have tried to live by it as best I could under my conditions. I am a lamb living in the wolves den, and I'm wearing a wolf pelt over my wool and the canines do not even suspect me. I have never let it be known that I believe in someone other than Caesar, except to you, and I don't plan on ever revealing to anyone else as long as I exist within the Legion..."
Sean stares into the depth of the blaze processing his Master's thoughts. He sits there in wonder and thinks if he can forgive the Veteran Explorer. He then says four tiny words, "I have a brother."
Those words seem fall on deaf ears though as the Master continues to stare quietly into the fiery abyss...
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Sean is jolted back to the present at the sound of a voice, "Taurus? Taurus? Are you ready? Snap-snap, we haven't got all day." It is Aegidius wakening him from his day dream. The sun is blazing down on the Mojave as they continue their journey.
The Youth's Thoughts of Future
Jack is sitting in his study wondering what he is going to do with his life. He continues to ponder on it when Shannon walks in, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Jack looks over to her, she has long blonde hair, is the same height as Jack, and shines bright her motherly glow. She is fit as can be from all the walking done from exploring. Surprised to see her there he responds, "I'm wondering about my future"
She smiles at him, "Your 14 Jack, don't worry about it too much. You are quickly becoming the smartest person on this base."
Jack blushes then asks, "Would I he able to go off the training soon?"
Shannon shakes her head in hilarity, "Now why would you wanna do that? Your 14 and I'm not sure they'd even take you. Sure you look older than 14 but I'm not sure you could pass of age."
Jack looks down and and replies, "Oh."
Shannon sees how down spirited he is and tries to alleviate his sadness, "I'll see if I can talk to Seth, see if he'd like to get a transfer over to Shady Sands. At least I know if we are closer you'll be able to watch training and see if you really want to do it." She walks over to him and hugs him.
Jack hugs back and replies, "Alright, it'd be interesting to move there. I've never been outside the Mojave."
Sgt. Levees replies to the interest, "Well don't get too excited, it's Major Glenn's final call. I'll come by later with Seth to tell you the news, love ya."
Jack responds back, "Love you too." Jack sits there and imagines himself in the NCR. He is quite obviously the most excited person on Camp McCarran. The boy moves over to his bed and jumps up and down in excitement.
The Decision
Shannon walks into her husbands office and draws close to him. She begins to speak, "You are not going to believe who wants to join the army."
Seth looks up and begins grinning from ear to ear, " Whoa, really? This is news indeed. We'd have to move back to Shady Sands though wouldn't we? Hmm, are you ok with this?"
Shannon looks around as if she's stalling to answer the question, "Oh, uh, maybe, but we've been here for five years, don't you think it's time we be able to go home?"
Seth nods in agreement, "Let's go see Major Glenn." The two leave Seth's office together and walk over to the Major's tent with a smile on their faces. As they approach a young brash Private leaves the officer's tent. The two stand near the entrance and Seth speaks," Excuse me Major Glenn do you have a minute to speak?"
Major looks up from his mountain of paperwork and replies, "Well yes, of course come on in you two. Who could have possibly put a smile on those faces all the way out here, haha?"
The two join in laughter and Sgt. McGee responds, "Well sir, Jack has gotten the idea that he might want to eventually join the army."
"Haha, that's wonderful. This means you would need orders to move back though which is understandable. The three of us have been here longer than anyone by quite a time. Tell you what, my tour ends in a couple weeks, why don't the four of us go together? Some young Captain Dhatri and Major Hsu are heading this way to relieve me of my post. Bout time right? Haha!"
The husband and wife join in laughter and reply, "Yes sir."
Major smiles at the two of them, "I will inform command that you three and a few others will be heading back to Shady Sands with me. Start getting packed. Dismissed."
The two pop to PoA and salute their C.O. with joy. They leave to tent and immediately run together to Jack's tent. They run in and together say, "We are moving to Shady Sands."
Jack beams happiness, but the smile quickly fades as he remembers his brother. He speaks, "What about Sean? He was captured by the Legion all those years ago, do you think he's still alive?"
Seth walks over and sits he and Jack down on the bed. He speaks, "To be honest there is no way of knowing. We do have reports of a Legionnaire with blazing hair though, and he fights with the spirit of an enraged Deathclaw. I do not know if it is him or not, but does it give you hope?"
Jack looks at Seth than Shannon and nods yes.
Seth hugs Jack as if to reassure him that his brother is still alive. Shannon sits on the other side of Jack. The three sit under the rolling sky as they share in the joy of soon departing the Mojave Wasteland.
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Part 5
The Redemption
Two and a half years earlier, the men lost many friends and brothers at the Battle of Hoover Dam. So much so that Joshua Graham got the bad end of the burning shaft, and Caesar was courier of that shaft.
It is three years later. The two man army is marching on the Mojave. Sean is now twenty years of age, he stands at 6'2", and is built like an American made Smith & Wesson revolver.
The two were ordered by their Centurion Corvus Aculeo to search for a particular item that could very well turn the tide of the war. The direction given to them have led them to a cavern that sounds like a breathless breeze. Neither have ever heard of this cave because it exists in neither document nor journal.
Aegidius looks to his young Veteran Legionnaire and puts his finger to his face to signal quiet. A loose rock clatters down the slope of the mouth immediately followed by several guttural growls. The two men hear several feet stomping a rampage in their direction. The two Legionnaires immediately fall back. Under the shelter of the blazing sun the two get side to side and preparing the the oncoming assault.
One fully developed Deathclaw approaches and as it does the two charge. Together the two of them slide forward on their knees and slice the abominations legs. Before the abomination can turn around they immediately cripple it's arms. The beast drags the arms along and stumbles around, Taurus leaps onto it's back, pulls out a combat knife and slams it into the neck. He pulls the blade out and blood begins to poor from the new orifice. Taurus ride the beast to the ground as it collapses in death. He sees Aegidius who rewards him with a thumbs up, beneath the helmet lies a truly proud smile.
Three baby Deathclaws come screeching forward to break the early celebration. Young Aurelius dashes forward and slams the combat knife into a skull. Elder Aurelius slices the neck of another baby. The two then destroy the third demon child.
As the last imp falls two young Deathclaws clamber forward. Feeling the fatigue of combat the two go back to back as the young death claws stalk their pray. One young deathclaw assaults Aegidius who parries one swipe and counters with a strike to the attacking wrist. The creature grabs with crippled wrist that is now dripping blood. Aegidius' combating deathclaw leaps at him. The Frumentarii slides on his knees under the deathclaw and grinds his unique machete gladius into the belly of the beast. The entrails spills across the silk sand of the Mojave.
The Fire Warrior engages his opponent. Sprinting towards the young deathclaw, he parries a swipe then forces his combat knife into the jugular of the beast. The abomination quickly grabs it's neck and drowns in a lake of it's own plasma.
The two Legionnaires look at each other and grin beneath their helmets. The two men take off their helmets to get some fresh air, and laugh at the sight around them.
Within the mouth of the cavern hot breath emanates. The largest deathclaw the two men have ever seen crawls out of the depths of darkness. The grey tinted; large tusked abomination drools at his prey.
The two men look to their left and right to see an immensely sized deathclaw. Adrenaline begins to pump through the two men. The former opponents were strong, but this opponent is the strongest thing they have ever laid eyes upon. They get side to side and approach the worthy adversary.
The deathclaw stomps forward and the ground beneath it's feet trembles. It lunges forward with all the weight in it's body. The two Legionnaires duck and roll, while it's turned around they dash toward the back and take out the legs beneath it. This knocks it down and seems tick it off. The two Legionnaires strike will it's down and slice the feet. They then turn around and recover for an attack.
The deathclaw picks itself up. It feels the new lacerations on the bottom of it's feet but doesn't pay them any mind. It leaps forward, one tucks and rolls but the other tries to parry.
Aegidius tries to parry the arm but quickly realizes that his strength isn't much compared to the beast. He hits ground, and while he tries to pick himself up the enormous deathclaw lumbers forward and stomps on Aegidius chest. The Frumentarii has the wind knocked out of him, but much more has been done.
Taurus sees this and rage overcomes his being. He screams, "Raaaaagh", as he charges the deathclaw. As the beast is going down for another stomp, Taurus leaps onto the back and begins to impale the beast with all his might. He uses his uniquely sharpened machete and stabs into the beast.
The deathclaw puts it's foot back down onto the Mojave and tries to rip the pest off it's back. It's arms are too big though and it cannot reach. It then begins to swing from to side and buck like a bronco.
Young Aurelius feels this and sways with the motions. He holds on to the neck with one hand and stabs with his machete. The blade breaks off into the beast and creates a razor sharp tip that Taurus slams into the neck of the beast. He then takes his combat knife and slams it into the skull of his adversary.
The beast stops wrestling the pest off and falls to the ground. Taurus rides it to the deck and walks down to the Mojave. He runs over to his Master and takes a knee next to him. Taurus looks into the eyes of the Frumentarii and asks, "How bad is it?"
The Frumentarii looks up at him and replies, "I've had worse" - he coughs up blood - "Ok, that's a lie. I think all my ribs are broken including my spine. I think It's my time boy, it's time for me to leave this place."
Sean gives a sympathetic smile and shakes his head no. He says, "You, you can't die, I was supposed to kill you." The two immediately laugh at this.
"I know you were, but I have a couple things to tell you before I go. Find your brother, I know you miss him terribly, you hide it well though. One more thing, please forgive me. I'm incredibly sorry for killing tie parents all those years ago. I've held on to regret for all these years. I'd try to change the outcome if I could go back, somehow try to change it." His eyes begin to stare off into the void.
Sean remember his parents, but no anger towards Aegidius arises. There is no more hate eating away at his soul. He sees what this means and says, "I already have."
The Frumentarii smiles at this and says, "Thank you. You must forgive the Centurion though. I know he'e responsible for my death, but look at what the book has taught you. I know you will try to exact your revenge but you mustn't let anger and hatred control you, you mustn't" - Aegidius coughs up more blood.
Sean's face saddens as he watches his mentor fade away; he listens as his master says his last words, "You've become the son I never had. I couldn't be any prouder of you." Aegidius continues to cough up even more blood. He continues to cough until he drowns in his own blood.
Sean kneels over his father figure and the emotions overwhelm it enough to form a single tear that lands upon his valiant mentor. He grabs his former Master's unique Machete Gladius and sheaths it. Sean then picks up the body and carries Aegidius to his final resting place.
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Part 6
The Master's Pyre
The hour is late, but Sean has finnaly reached the old house he once called home. He lies Aegidius body on the ground behind the house, next to his mother and father. He begins to search for the proper material to create a pyre. He looks to his right, where the old shed rests.
Memories rush into his mind as he remembers his childhood. Sean slowly walks to the shed. He sees a lock on it and is a bit relieved. Taurus takes out a bobby pin from his hair and picks the easy lock. Click, he removes the lock and holds it in his hand. The door creaks open, and everything he remembers from his childhood remains untouched.
Sean walks to the middle. In the shed rests all the tools needed, except a sheet; rocks; and wood. He grabs the axe, gas, and matches, all of which have added seven and a half years to their look, which already had well over two hundred. He brings to supplies out near Aegidius.
He looks toward the house and sees that the door has been splintered. The house is ransacked, and bullets still rest in the walls. The stain of his parents blood blackens the floor. He looks to his parents room and sees the door is kicked open. He strides over and sees the bed, missing the wool comforter, and the middle sheet. The bottom sheet still remains.
Sean bends down and picks up the few door splinters he can. He takes them out and rests them beside Aegidius. He then grabs the axe and returns to the shelter.
The table sits there unbeknownst that it will help create the pyre. As Sean stares at the table, the floodgates shatter, and the memories of his childhood pour through. Sadness envelops him and for the first time in seven and a half years, he cries. He falls to his knees and continues to cry in silence.
He continues to cry till he can cry no more. It is an hour later and the only company is the man in the moon. Sean stands, lifts the axe above his head and with all his might brings it down onto the table.
This table is the very table he use to eat with his family. The same table he chased his brother under, and the very same that his father chased him under. The table is now large wood chips of the floor. He picks up these chips and takes them outside.
He turned around and takes the axe back in. The chairs are the next to go. Followed by the front door. He now has enough for a small pyre.
About a half hour later the pyre is finished. It rests twenty feet from his parents. Around the wood rest rocks to contain the blaze. Sean goes back inside and pulls the last sheet off the bed. He comes back outside with the sheet and wraps his Master in it.
The body is wrapped and is ready. He picks him up and carefully places him face up on the pyre. Sean pours the remaining gas on the wood. The Veteran backs away and lights the match. The flame on the end of the matchstick crackles in the dry Mojave air. Sean tosses the match onto the wood, and a blaze comes to life.
It is a few hours later when the fire finally dies down and Frumentarii Aegidius Aurelius is completely put to rest. He goes back to the shed and locks it.
Sean steps inside and gets a bite to eat before his march back to Fortification Hill. As he leaves though, he stops and pays his respects to his mother and father.
Once finished paying respects, he marches with Mojave under foot and moon over head towards the Centurion.
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Part 7
The Ferry
It is morning and Veteran Taurus Aurelius has arrived at Cottonwood Cove, alone. Recruits are standing next to each other and whispering guesses and asking questions in hushed breathes. Taurus walks past them including Coyote Runner; Anders; Veteran Severus; and Aurelius of Phoenix.
He does his business in the head then makes a bee line for the mess hall. He passes Cursor Lucullus who asks him with a concerned look, "Taurus you ok? Where's Frumentarii Aurelius?"
Taurus doesn't look at him as he keeps his tormented face on, "What do you think? And he's certainly not in this hell hole." Lucullus is taken aback by this curt reply. Taurus walks into the hall and swings the door open. The knobs hits the wall and the clink against the metal fills the silent air. The Recruits and Veterans are silent. He walks over to the bar drops his silver on the counter and demands, "Steak!"
The barman pulls a steak out of the fridge and heats it on the oven. This takes a few minutes to heat up, but when it's well done he puts it on a plate and hands it to Taurus. Veteran Aurelius grabs the bhramin steak and begins to eat it with his bare hands. He walks tensely out the door and to the jetty. With an empty mouth he barks, "The Fort."
"Ok," Lucullus replies. He immediately gets on the barge with Taurus and nervously asks, "What happened?"
The wind lifts Taurus shoulder length red hair. He leers at a Cursor Lucculus and gives him a look that implies he is going to rip out his soul and throw it on a grill. He replies, "You really wanna know?" Lucullus slowly nods yes as if unsure. Taurus bellows, "IT WAS A DEATHTRAP, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED. We got there, and everything was going well. We took down those Deathclaws. That last one though, it made advlt deathclaw look dissolute. It crushed Aegidius. Old man, he was... he was sent to the slaughter. It was probably predicted that I would fall as well. That sonuva[censored] sent us to after something imaginary. He wanted us to get a weapon that would turn the tide in our favor. He knew there wasn't that type of thing there, and even if there is a weapon there it wouldn't be worth it."
Cursor Lucculus stares at him and can't help but ask, "Who's the sonuva[censored]?"
Taurus swallows a bite of steak and answers, "Centurion Corvus Aculeo..." Lucculus gives a look the echoes whoa, and continues to row.
The Gut Feeling
Taurus stands there as he thinks back to a conversation Aegidius and he had a week ago...
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The two men sit under the shelter of the starry sky of the Mojave desert. The fire crackles as a cool wind blows by a few miles from Cottonwood Cove. Aegidius sits to the right of Taurus as he speaks, "Son, I have heard whispers. I've seen documents, I've spoken to close brothers. Centurion Corvus Aculeo is plotting against me. I have signed documents from the Caesar himself that I am to be the next boss Centurion. I have been told that Aculeo is after my life. He wants to hold on to the chair as long as he can. He is a prideful power monger, which will be his downfall. Young man, I must warn you that our next mission is a fools chase. He has convinced Caesar that such a weapon or prowess exists in an unrecorded cavern. It is such a place that it takes the breath of a man as he walks by. If there is a black hole that exists on this God given earth, it is there. I'm not sure if I will survive the battle that may take place."
Frumentarii Aegidius Aurelius reaches into his satchel and pulls out a book of documents. "These are the documents that prove Corvus' sin. If I am to die by his hand you mustn't let anger and hatred take hold of you. If you do you will one day become like him, very much so."
Aegidius hands Taurus the papers who places them safely into his satchel...
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The Proof
Ten minutes pass as they reach their destination.
Once the jetty makes landfall Taurus steps off and marches toward the Centurion. The two Recruits standing at the gate greet him, but Taurus waves them off. Taurus marches up the hill passing a few slaves and children. He passes another Veteran who greets him by name, but Taurus also ignores him. He reaches the main doors to the encampment and kicks it open. The Legionnaires behind the door immediately stop what they are doing and look with a surprise. Taurus is marching toward the main tent and with each stomping step dust is kicked up.
Veteran Taurus Aurelius reaches the tent and rips the tent flap open. He yells aloud, "Bastard, you knew didn't you Centurion? Your the only one, and you knew he was worthy of your position as head Centurion!" In the main chamber of the tent sits the head Centurion on a throne. The tent was created for the Caesar himself, but he would not yet arrive and did not plan to arrive until the culmination of the war.
The Chief Centurion grew a devilish all knowing smile. He slowly arises and speaks, "Why young Veteran I have not a clue on earth what you are speaking of; haha."
"You sonuva[censored], you knew that Frumentarii Aurelius would be next in for Head Centurion. You knew Caesar favored him far more than he did any other, so you set us up." By now the other Frumentariis; Centurions; and Praetorians are paying extreme attention.
"Stupid boy, you have no idea what your talking about," Corvus spits back as he slowly begins to perspire on his forehead, upper lip, and turn flush red.
"Really? He had been a part of the Legion for 15 years; done countless deeds for Caesar himself; and trained a warrior that, from what I hear, could match Lanius. You don't find a better leader than that!" Taurus is now in the main chamber of the tent and stares down into Corvus' black pit of a soul.
One of the Centurions speaks, "If he speaks to truth, then Centurion Corvus Aculeo here has committed treason and should he put to death."
Corvus now has a bead of sweat sliding down his skin. He rambles, "You don't have any proof, brat!"
The wind picks up and rocks Taurus's red mane as he unsheathes the unique machete gladius and swiftly swings the blade to have the tip just touch jugular of Corvus. The light shines upon a lettered orb on the butt of the hilt.
With his left hand he reaches into his satchel and unleashes the truth of Corvus Aculeo's sin. A Centurion walks over to Taurus and grasps the papers that shines upon Corvus illicit behavior.
The Centurion dissects the documents and says, "It's all here. Veteran, you may have yourself earned quite the commendation. As for you Centurion Corvus Aculeo, you are hereby sentenced to d-"
The Pride is Overwhelming
Taurus interjects, "No, I request a duel to the death."
The judging Centurion looks around and sees the other legionnaires in the tent nod in approval. The Judge nods in approval as well and say, "Request granted."
Taurus flicks the unique Machete Gladius back into it's sheath. A tiny dot of blood appears on the adams apple of Corvus, who is without helm. The Bull drills out of the tent and jumps into the Arena.
Whilst standing in the center he hears the echo of his Master's voice reverberate in his mind, 'Forgive, forgive...' Around him he hears the murmurs, whistles, and cheers of rowdy Legionaries crack the dry air. Time slows down for the slightest moment, and the anger and hatred towards Corvus strangely dissipates. Weight lifts off of The Bull's shoulder as he feels the hate and disgust somehow leave his body.
Taurus hears the shouts, "Cor-vus Cor-vus Cor-vus," fill the air. Others cheer, "Tau-rus Tau-rus Tau-rus." The Veteran watches as the Centurion walks down the ramp and into the Arena.
The gate is shut, locked, and the battle begins. Taurus feels some new entity permeate his body and soul. He unsheathes his weapon and takes a stance with the blade at level to his head, and close to his ear witheft arm extended for balance.
The Centurion recklessly charges and takes the battle to Taurus. He stabs forward but is tripped by a dodging Taurus. He gets up as pride devours him and he says, "How dare you trip me, twit." Stumbling to his feet, he makes a mockery of Legion combatting skill by doing the same thing again.
Taurus is facing the gate but he senses the same thing happening as a moment ago. He side steps the blade and slams his elbow into the Centurions nose. The nose breaks and blood begins to pour from the nostrils.
The veins are bulging in the biceps of Taurus. However, he is the most calm man east of the Colorado. He turns around to see the pathetic excuse of a man try to nurture his nose. The Centurion's own blood covers his face and hands.
The Centurion's anger and pride continue to overwhelm and and he randomly slashes at Taurus with full force. The Veteran parries away each swipe, with each contact the blades made a 'Ting'. After a third parry Taurus ends the struggle and gives a powerful haymaker to Corvus's jaw. A tooth is knocked loose, and one his knocked completely out. Blood begins to fill Aculeo's mouth from his right side.
Taurus moves ever so closely to his enemy and moves in close so that only Corvus can hear him speak. He says, "You are the man that ended the life of a man who became like a father to me. However, I hold no anger towards you, or hatred, in fact, I forgive you. Aegidius Aurelius taught me everything in his repository, and made me his living lineage. Forgiveness was the most powerful thing he introduced to me... Do you agree?"
Taurus backs away, turns around and begins to walk away. Behind him Corvus pulls a switchblade and scowls, "It is nothing compared to weapons I've seen." The pride of Corvus shows itself one last time as he dashes at Taurus.
Aculeo leaps at Taurus, but he underestimates his adversary who perceives Aculeo flying towards him. Taurus flips his old mentor's weapon upside down and forces it upward in a backward stab. The body of Corvus plunges unto the blade, which sticks straight up under the sternum and into the heart.
Corvus gasps in shock, and the last thing he sees before he slips from this world is the single word on the orb of the butt of the hilt: Redemption.
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Part 8 - The Conclusion of Brothers
The Conversation with Lanius
Frumentarii Taurus sits under the tent with Legate Lanius. They are in the final preparations for the battle and Taurus is to play a key role. The 23 year old is prepared for heading to battle, but isn't sure if he is going to do as ordered.
From beneath the face helm Lanius speaks, "You have become a very promising Legionnaire Frumentarii Taurus. You have reached this rank with unprecedented swiftness and I commend you. However, I do ask for you to play your part in the upcoming battle. You will sneak under the cloak of a stealth-boy. You must sneak in and cut off their comm center. You are to get inside and assassinate all there. After you will set up this bug so that we can sabotage their plans." The Legate hands Taurus the bug.
Taurus takes hold of the bug and says, "Understood, will that be all Legate?"
"Yes Frumentarii Taurus, that will be all."
"Ave, True to Caesar," Taurus says.
Legate responds, "Yes... Ave, True to Caesar, Dismissed."
Taurus walks out of the tent and into the sunlit sands of the Legate's Camp. He feels the wind caress his hair. The soft wind reminds him of his mother's silk-like hand. He walks down the steps with left hand on Redemption. As he walks to his tent he is greeted by several legionnaires and replies to each in kind.
Inside the tent he places his gear aside. He lies down on the cot and drifts off to the dreamland one last time before the culmination of the war.
The Dots
Corporal Jack sits on his rack. He sits there and wonders about the past three and a half years. His entry into the army; Seth and Shannon's retirement; his deployment back to the Mojave.
He remembers returning to his home and paying his respects to his parents. Behind his parents remained a black oval on the ground where what looked like a pyre had been placed. A large stone making up oval faced his parents, in it was chiseled Aegidius Aurelius.
His brother had become a ghost. There were reports during his career that had described a fiery warrior with blazing red hair that cut through NCR Rangers and Veteran Rangers like bhramin steak. In these reports the legionnaire would leave one person alive to be able to spread the rumors of his fury.
As he lies down on his rack he continues to ponder The Red Frenzy, as some called. He tries to connect the dots but he is unable to. Lying there, eyes becoming heavy he falls off to sleep one last time on forthcoming battlefield.
The Culmination
The Corporal is ready and waiting on the front lines of the battle. He is along side The Courier who is rampaging forward and cutting down legionnaires. It seems as though the battle is going in their direction as The Courier pushes each wave back.
As he continues to help The Courier he sees a feint blur heading their way. He doesn't fire upon it but he pays close attention. He sees some NCR soldiers join the battle. While the door is still open the blur sneaks in. Jack follows this mirage inside and sneaks behind it from afar.
Inside the Dam, Jack continues to follow. He holds his mothers magnum in hand. The Corporal is without helm and his low fade is obvious. As the 20 year old walks he makes sure to go as light footed while he sneaks. Over the radio he continues to hears the orders relay.
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Frumentarii Taurus Aurelius continues forward toward the comm station. He sneaks pass a corner. Two soldiers go right by as they rush toward the battle. Under his cloak he strides onward. Around the corner and across the hall rest the station. He moves forward and sees two soldiers standing guard.
One soldier enters the room and he silently follows. Three NCR soldiers are in the room. Taurus surveys his scene and decides to knock the soldiers out. He sneaks up to the closest soldier and tosses him against the wall. At this instance the soldier at the microphone screams, "Game over man! Game over! They're coming out of the damn walls!"
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Jack hears this strange radio wave and dashes toward the comm room. He sees the Private standing there and he immediately says, "They need you out on the battlefield. Chop chop Private get a move on." The Private heads that way with swiftness.
Jack opens the door and sees three knocked out NCR soldiers on the deck, and a Frumentarii standing over the control panel. He watches and sees the warrior take off his helm and sees long flaming hair breath into the stiff air. He aims the magnum towards the legionnaire known as Red Frenzy, and waits till the opponent faces him.
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Taurus is conflicted and cannot decide whether or not to place the bug into the panel. He hears heavy breathing so the Frumentarii about faces and he sees a magnum that is like a holotape to the past. He looks to the face and sees something he hasn't seen in over ten years: his mother's eyes. As he thinks about it he had his father's eyes and his brother... Had his mothers.
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Jack keeps the magnum level and as he does he sees past the blazing hair into the eyes. Through his windows he sees his father's eyes. With the sight of his father's eyes he sees the man with them: his brother. At this moment he lowers the magnum and asks, "Sean?!"
Sean relaxes and asks with hesitance, "Jack?!"
The two slowly approach each other. Jack is just two inches taller than Sean, but not as stocky with muscle. The Corporal moves forward and holsters his magnum. The two do not know what to do exactly. They hardly believe the sight.
Finally Sean speaks, "Jack Weston?"
"Yes! Sean Weston?" Jack replies.
Sean stands there with his hand to his hand trying to remember. It had been years since he was last called Sean. It takes a moment but he says, "Yes... look Jack, we have got to get out of here, do you know a way out?"
Jack quickly responds, "Yes, follow me, and do you have another stealth boy?"
Sean reaches into his satchel and pulls out two. He says, "Yes, take one and lead the way."
Little brother Jack takes the reins and guides he and his brother out of the area. He then brings them to a secret escape route that he discovered during his time there. In the deepest parts of the dam lies this hatch. Jack opens it and outside against the wall is a ladder.
The two hollow men climb down this ancient ladder down to river. The brothers enter the Colorado and drift away. They become floating bodies amid the debris of Fortification Hill.
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If you enjoy the Brothers, you might enjoy their further adventures documented in The Weston Chronicles.
