[color=9e0b0f][u][b]Lucius, Caesar of The Legion - Southwest Arizona[/b][/u][/color]

Mounted atop his horse on a nearby hillside, with a small contingent of horsemen, Lucius watched proudly as his men hit a section of the advancing NCR line. They were methodical and precise in their actions, striking quickly at vulnerable sections and then falling back just as Lucius had drilled them to do time and time again. This constant harassment, hit and run strikes, and sabotage would be plaguing the NCR army throughout their attempts to advance into Legion territory. 

Suddenly, Lucius saw as a red mist descended on the NCR column, and horrific twisted figures emerged from the cloud and began striding in disjointed movements towards the NCR soldiers. Each time one of them appeared to be struck down, they rose again, and again, and again. It was a terrifying sight, and his Legionaries wisely held back, unsure of how to react to this sudden monstrous appearance. 

Lucius however was not as superstitious. As one of the few Legion men to have visited the Sierra Madre, he knew better than most what the blood red cloud was, and what it signaled. 

His suspicions were confirmed when of his Decani approached with a strange individual in tow, none other than The Burned Man himself. 

"Joshua," Lucius greeted as he hoped down off his horse, "That was quite a display. I can imagine the stories spreading through the NCR's ranks even now. They must think they're fighting hell itself..."

[color=9e0b0f][u][b]Titus Crassus, Queastor of The Legion[/b][/u][/color]

[i]“Anyway as much as I like to discuss the plagiarism of the ancient Rome I understand the Khan Representative is chatting with your boss, I’d like to speak to them and give them a letter..” [/i]

The Veteran Legionaries readied their weapons for a fight at the drunken Ranger's approach, but disciplined as they were, they did not fire. Not until Titus himself gave the order,

"So, not merely satisfied with sending a clown to represent him in his stead at a gathering of nations," Titus laughed, "Kimball now sends drunken ingrates on sensitive diplomatic missions? Tsk tsk. Let me make this clear to you: if you take one more step forward towards this encampment, I will take this as a sign of aggression and my legionaries WILL open fire. With the Khans as my witnesses, I will make my apologies to Mr. House later if I must. That is all I have to say to you."

Titus then turned to Cain, and spoke to him more quietly,

"Of course, I will not prevent you from retrieving the Ranger's letter if you wish to send one of your Khans out to take it from him. The man's apparent drunkenness is...suspect however. Be that as it may, if this is some kind of trick, I and my legionaries will assist you. I would not think Kimball capable of killing diplomats, but at this point I would put absolutely nothing beyond the man."

[color=00aeef][b]Don Salvatore Borgio, Anthony Borgio, and Lucia Borgio - New York Syndicate[/b][/color]

After a time of waiting and listening to the ongoing conversations, it was clear that the summit had concluded for the day and that no further substantial discussion was going to take place at the Gourmand. The Don had been able to learn at least a brief summary of the contents of the day's rather events from one of the Ultra Luxe's staff. How a nation called "The NCR" had declared war against another nation called "The Legion". These names meant absolutely nothing to him, as did their conflict. The Don's thoughts turned to other...more pressing matters. He pulled aside one of the Gourmand's waiters,

"[i]Scusi![/i] I want to sample your dishes. To see if the best New Vegas has to offer is anything comparable to the best my city has to offer. Ha! One of everything from the menu if you don't mind. And a sampling of each of your wines."

"That's...going to be rather expensive [i]papa'[/i]," Antony said sheepishly.

"What good is enormous wealth boy if I can't spend it? You people take bottle caps as currency am I correct?" The Don continued, "I've got more than enough to cover the bill. And as for you two..."  The Don pointed to his children, "Go out and leave me in peace for a few hours. Take in the sights."

"[i]Grazie papa'![/i]" Lucia clapped her hands excitedly and gave her father a peck on the cheek, "Ta ta!" And she very nearly leapt out the door and onto the Strip. Her brother followed behind her, walking in a much more dignified and reserved fashion. 

[color=0072bc]Lucia Borgio[/color]

"10,000 chips worth please...just to start off." 

Lucia giggled as she took the heap of chips from the Tops cashier and immediately headed for the roulette wheel on the Casino floor. She excitedly put large bets on various numbers and then clapped her hands as she watched the ball spin around and around. A crowd of curious onlookers had gathered around her, enamored by the strangely dressed woman and the amount of money she was gambling away.

"Viva Las Vegas!" She shouted, to the cheers of Tops Casino patrons. 

[color=0072bc]Antony Borgio[/color]

Antony stopped his leisurely stroll down the strip and paused at a stone bench along the street, where he carefully sat down after wiping it off with a handkerchief. He breathed in the evening air and was about to reach for a paper or magazine to purchase from one of the stands when a pair of Securitrons rolled up. 

Fascinated by the robotic soldiers. Antony got up and followed them,

"Excuse me!" He yelled at the robots, "Err...robots! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? What....what are you exactly?"