[b]Malpais Legate' camp[/b]

Jessica Fairbright sighed, as she went through the initial process of getting access to the Malpais Legate' camp. Namely it was a small camp adjacent to the larger Fort. A place, where many Wastelander and NCR member would tell, what a horrible and violent places it was - where slaves roamed and the law of morality or decency didn't exist. Usually in such cases, the speaker is either too drunk, too stupid or just too hypocritical.

The Legion wasn't end-all, be-all civilization of the new world - but it was atleast not trying to kill you, out of some strange context. They did have their tribals, whom thought Caesar could walk on water or the sun in the sky was some God called Mars. But there were other people there as well, some men of intelligence or culture - that one might expect to only find in the NCR. The Malpais Legate seemed one such individual - he seemed well-cultured and always had some philosophy to pass on. Plus he was one of the toughest SOBs she had seen - the man didn't look build or trained for war; judging by his background as a simple Preacher. Yet one the occasions she had heard the stories, or seen some of the scars - the man had been able to survive a dozen ambushes and NCR Snipers whom had failed to kill him on multiple occasions. Despite them often managing to hit him, and yet the Legate would not die.

She was brought out of her thoughts, when she was padded down - the Legion had a no-weapon policy, whenever some outsider entered their camp. It was mainly in the name of security, otherwise anybody could come and kill them all. Despite being left weaponless, there wasn't any direct threat of getting jumped at a Legion camp. Sure slavery did exist, but it was on an individual basis - plus most of the Legionnaires were told to [b]not[/b] to engage in such activities...atleast on possible contractors. It the Legion' form of hazing any newcomers, plus if you were dumb enough to fold in, then you wouldn't be upto the kind of work the Legion would offer anyway. 

Jessica calmly waited, as they 'took' their time, feeling of her body for anything. It was the standard, whenever [b]she[/b] visited - being a woman, they liked to take their time - but on the other hand she was a former Ranger after all. With an 'accidental' slap on her behind, she was allowed to continue towards the Malpais Legate' tent - namely on the subject on this ghoul problem and where in particular. On the way there, she got into the usual business of getting catcalled and commented on her figure - mostly by the younger members, but a few veterans also threw in their voice. The usual: 'hey, beautiful', 'want me to relief you, of that heavy suit', 'nice legs you got', 'want to try out my sword' and more carnal comments added to that.

Nobody was dumb enough to try to grab her - namely cause the Malpais was one of the few more pragmatic leaders the Legion had, and namely slaving any potential or possibly experienced contractor was bad for the Legion. Since often than thought - they needed such people to perform special missions. Secondly, being a 'Fallen' Ranger she knew her stuff - when it came to self-defense. The first time and first Legionnaire found that out - when he assumed she was a weak maiden and he was promptly handed his ass and had been temporarily paralyzed by her from the waist down. The filed down and burned scorch mark on her shoulder - which would've once displayed the NCR' emblem of the bear was gone. Now she was known as the 'Fallen Ranger' by many NCR civilizans or soldiers - the Legion had a more ironic nickname for her, namely [i]'Virgo'[/i] or literally 'Maiden'.