[color=ed1c24][b]Lucius, Imperator of The Legion[/b][/color]

Lucius listened to the Brigadier General speak with an open mind, willing to do what neither Sallow nor Lanius would have ever considered doing, or even had the capacity to do. It was a strange feeling, having even of modicum of respect for someone that previously he would not have hesitated to kill if ordered. And yet here he was. 

One the General gave his final word, Lucius pointed to the General as he looked around the room,

“This is why I gladly speak with the NCR’s military and not its politicians. A soldier means what he says and has the discipline required to carry it out. I would trust the word of General Garcia here over any of those profligate snakes that call themselves the NCR Senate….”

“As for Kimball…” He continued, “His remains along with the fallen at the Battle of Pheonix were collected by NCR POWS. I will allow them to return home. They should be buried in their native soil and honored there. Even Kimball. As much as I found the man to be absurdly arrogant and detestable in life, he died with some honor fighting as a soldier should alongside his men. I bear the scars he gave me proudly as a mark of a worthy foe. I trust you do not misunderstand the trophy I display in the hall as that of shaming. I display it not to shame: but to remember a fallen adversary.”

Lucius stood, and motioned for Garcia to stand with him. He offered his hand,

“Then we are agreed. And there will be the peace. I will have my scribes draft the official agreement immediately, which we might sign here today.”