Fallout:Industrial Baron in Caesar's Legion

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"So you're telling me that with only four centurias, you defeated a similar contingent of the Brotherhood of Steel and lost barely two dozen men, while practically massacring their forces," Lanius said, surprised after hearing my report.

"That's right, Legate," I responded calmly. "The ambushes were precise, and we had the tactical advantage from the beginning. We exploited their lack of knowledge about our positions and capitalized on their weak communication points. The Brotherhood of Steel is formidable, but not invincible. My men followed orders to the letter and adapted to the enemy's advanced technology, employing guerrilla tactics and using the terrain we knew better than they did."

Lanius scrutinized me, as if evaluating every word, surprised yet cautious. I knew it wasn't easy to impress him.

"Two dozen losses for nearly an entire Brotherhood contingent," he murmured, processing the numbers. "That's no small feat, Centurion. If what you say is true, the Brotherhood of Steel has felt the weight of the bull."

I nodded firmly. "We used all our resources, including the anti-materiel rifles we acquired. They were crucial in piercing the paladins' armor. Additionally, capturing their communication devices gave us a vital advantage in every encounter, allowing us to anticipate their movements and coordinate our ambushes with precision."

Lanius was silent for a moment, weighing the information.

"Besides capturing the entire Scorpion's Bite tribe, as you must already know from the thousands of slaves arriving in recent days, I also took control of Bastion," I added, watching the Legate carefully. "I've decided to make it a subject city of the Legion. It has the capacity to sustain some of our forces, increasing our access to supplies in the area. A valuable resource, especially considering that there's no one left in Sundog territory willing—or able—to work the land."

Lanius remained silent, contemplating the information. I knew turning Bastion into a tributary city was a risk, but it also represented a strategic opportunity. As the Legion crushed its enemies, we needed more than just soldiers and slaves; we also needed a steady flow of supplies to sustain our forces in the region.

"A city that can support the Legion's troops..." Lanius murmured thoughtfully. "If you're right about this, Gaius, you've achieved more than just wins in battle. You've built a stronghold that will fuel our ongoing conquests."

The tone in Lanius's voice revealed his satisfaction.

"What you've accomplished with the Sundogs and the Scorpion's Bite tribe is worthy of recognition," he finally said. "But make no mistake. Bastion now belongs to Caesar. Ensure that everything they produce flows to the Legion. And if those cities ever fail to deliver their tribute..."

"There will be no mercy, Legate," I finished his sentence. "I'll take drastic measures if necessary."

"True to Caesar," Lanius replied, the underlying warning clear. "I had planned to order Nicodemus to prepare for the attack on the Brotherhood of Steel, but it seems you're better suited for that... judging by your new armor. Just try to remove their heraldry when you can—I don't want the legionaries confusing you. Nicodemus will lead the remaining forces as I must attend to some matters with tribes in the east who want to integrate into the Legion. I need to assess if they are worthy of joining Lord Caesar's army. Though I thought about pausing the campaign for a while, since we've started the assault, we must show the Legion's bravery by striking immediately."

"But I want the Brotherhood of Steel to be confused," I replied with a grin. "Several times, they approached us just because we were wearing their armor, thinking we were survivors... Big mistake. But very well, Legate, it is an honor to lead the vanguard against the Brotherhood of Steel. Let's hope those tribes prove worthy, and by the time you return, we'll have subdued the Brotherhood."

"Good... Try to keep their scribes alive—they might be useful for record-keeping," Lanius said, gesturing lightly toward the exit of his tent.

"I'll inform Nicodemus to keep his legionaries in line," I replied, leaving the tent.

I headed toward my vertibird, preparing to deliver the orders to Nicodemus.

I climbed into the vertibird, firing up the engines as the familiar hum filled the air. The flight to Nicodemus's camp would be swift, and I wanted to make sure everything was ready before the main Legion forces arrived. As the craft ascended, I mentally reviewed the preparations. Lanius had entrusted me with leading the offensive against the Brotherhood of Steel, and although the mission promised to be challenging, I had the advantage of knowing their tactics.

The rocky, barren landscape sped by beneath me. The Brotherhood was weakened, but they were still a threat. We couldn't underestimate them, and I needed Nicodemus to understand what we were up against.

In less than an hour, Nicodemus's camp appeared in the distance.

At the early hours of the day, while the legionaries prepared for the march, I focused on intercepting the Brotherhood's radio communications. Every transmission I managed to capture revealed the positions of their patrols and movements, allowing me to mark their locations on a makeshift map. Slowly, I began connecting the dots, visualizing their defense network and possible escape routes.

Centurions and decanus gathered around the map. Each new location was met with keen attention, their faces serious as they processed the information.

"Alright," I said, pointing to a spot in the northeast. "There's a patrol moving toward the ruins of what looks like an old warehouse. They're either looking for supplies or possibly hiding something valuable."

Nicodemus, who had been observing intently, pointed to another location. "Here, to the southeast, seems to be their main operations center. They've been relaying orders from this area, and there are indications they're storing resources there."

I nodded. "That will be our primary objective, but first, we need to eliminate their patrols. We'll flank them, cut off their communications, and when they're isolated enough, we'll launch the final assault on their base."

"We'll infiltrate silently, taking each patrol by surprise," added one of the decanus, adjusting his helmet. "If we execute this precisely, they won't have time to react."

With the enemy positions marked and everyone aware of the plan, the time for action had arrived.

The Legion's motorized carriages spread out in all directions, roaring across the terrain with a clear objective: to hunt down the Brotherhood of Steel patrols. While the Brotherhood was alert to a potential attack, their continued reliance on the same radio frequencies made their movements predictable. As long as they didn't switch to a secure frequency, we could keep exploiting that weakness.

"They're still engineers trapped by their own rules," I muttered as I listened to another transmission. "They think their technology gives them control, but their rigidity is their Achilles' heel."

Each carriage carried men ready for ambush, prepared to face paladins, knights, and scribes. We knew this would be a war of attrition: while they were better armed, we had the numbers and, above all, the element of surprise.

"We're almost there," I told Nicodemus over the radio. "Keep the pressure on. Once we identify an isolated patrol, we'll strike like Mars' own sword."

The carriages advanced cautiously, keeping visual contact with one another. The trap was set, and it was only a matter of time before the Brotherhood realized what awaited them in the dusty horizon.

Over the next few hours, dozens of skirmishes erupted between the Brotherhood of Steel's patrols and the legionaries. The clashes were swift and deadly, especially in the ambushes led by Nicodemus. In our case, speed and precision were key, capitalizing on the tactical advantage of surprise. However, elsewhere on the front, the fighting dragged on in brutal exchanges of fire.

Wave after wave of legionaries relentlessly charged the Brotherhood's paladins and knights, who, though better equipped and armored, found themselves outnumbered. The Brotherhood's energy rifles were devastating, burning holes through the leather and metal armor of the legionaries, but our forces' resolve seemed unbreakable.

I listened to the Brotherhood's transmissions grow chaotic, almost desperate. "We need reinforcements in the western sector! They're breaking through our line! More legionaries on the northern flank!" Cries for help flooded the radio waves, but the reality was that there weren't enough paladins or knights to stop the Legion's tide.

Each time they managed to mount a defense, we sent more men. Legionaries fell, but their bodies were replaced by others in an unceasing dance of blood and steel. The Brotherhood's positions wavered under the weight of our assault.

"Attention, this is Elder Andrea Brixley. To all paladins, retreat immediately to Bunker Maxon. We're overwhelmingly outnumbered. Break off the engagement and fall back. According to the latest reports, the enemy forces outnumber us nearly twenty to one, and powered armor has been spotted fighting alongside the Legion," Brixley's voice echoed over the frequency, a mix of tension and despair.

I smiled as I heard the message. It was clear the Brotherhood of Steel was beginning to crack under the pressure. They had gone from arrogance to retreat, and while I knew the paladins wouldn't be easy to defeat, having them in retreat gave us a significant tactical advantage.

"Alright, it's time to strike at the heart of the beast," I told my men as we prepared to move toward their bunker.

"Gaius to Nicodemus," I said over the radio, a slight smile playing on my lips as I looked at the tactical map. "Their forces are retreating. We need to press them. They won't have time to regroup if we keep them fighting. Have your men corner them. If we keep them moving, they won't be able to fortify the bunker."

"Understood," Nicodemus responded with the same determination he always showed in battle. "We'll have them running like rats. I'll make them pay dearly for their retreat."

With Nicodemus's confirmation, the operation was set in motion. Our motorized carriages began moving with greater aggression, and the skirmishes that had started to die down reignited with renewed intensity. The Brotherhood couldn't afford to lose more men, but they also couldn't flee without being caught.

For hours, the pressure mounted. Every Brotherhood retreat was met with a new attack, every attempted regrouping shattered by legionary forces.

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