Primm, New Vegas
"We want your goods, but we want you out," spoke the old woman, one of Primm's inhabitants, to Azuma Asakura, who had disembarked from the caravan and began exploring the town. "NCR has brought nothing but strife and destruction here, and we don't want them anymore." To this, the young man just nodded, and went on to the remains of the Mojave Express, where he could, quite probably, hitch a ride to New Vegas itself...
...Only to be attacked by four thugs who appared almost out of nowhere, wielding billy clubs and machetes. Azuma went for his gun, but found himself overpowered quickly by the men, who bore him down to the ground, before pulling away his precious assault rifle and bulletproof vest, before frisking his pockets for cash. Then, they pulled out a surprisingly clean cloth and gagged him, before tying him up with some crude ropes.
"Well, it looks like we have a new slave! And NCR, too!"
Oh, crap.
The Mojave
This was the price of being naive, Azuma thought, as he, along with a gaggle of captured civilians, were marched around New Vegas, towards the east where, it seemed, the Legion's remnants had found ways back to the Mojave, too. He had no illusions of what awaited him there; it was going to be torture, humiliation, and rewardless work. Which was why he had to escape.
He had knowledge of guns, of course, but melee combat wasn't his thing; he had been thinking of getting a bodyguard or escort when he got to either Primm or New Vegas. He also had knowledge of Biology and Survival in the wild, and, of course, a gift for languages. All those, it turned out, were inadequate to save him from enslavement. But he would not weep, instead, he would be strong, and hope for rescue -
"We know what you're doing, slave," said one of the thugs. "It won't work. If you even so much as move a muscle out of line, we're going to chop off your pretty head and that'll be the end of you." Said thug had a smug expression on his face, while Azuma, right now, wished he should have listened to Kaori or the others when they told him to go back to Klamath. Except that, as a youngest son of a set of seven, there was little for him except to follow the expansion north, and, well, he didn't like cold, rainy weather. Of course, being a slave was something he liked less, but...
...a few hours later, the group wove their way through a twisty, winding pass, and ended up in what was unmistakably a Legion Camp, or rather, a Legion Remnant Camp, well-organized and filled to the brim with bloodthirsty slave-soldiers.
As the new slaves were led to the centre of the camp, they saw the local 'Centurion', who then went up to the lead thug/slave merchant, and had a brief discussion with him about the state of the slaves, with him complaining that most were too thin and malnourished, except for the recent capture, while the lead thug replied that food was scarce in New Vegas, and that they were lucky just to have one capture, which was Azuma.
The Centurion, mollified, paid the man some gold denarius, and then had his men line up the slaves in single file, with Azuma being the first. Azuma was then forced to march up towards the Centurion, who was accompanied by a few healers and slave handlers, who then, after cutting the ropes that had bound his hands, shouted:
"Slave, you're up for inspection and your hands are free. Strip!"
Of course, public humiliation, thought Azuma as he began to take off his shirt...
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@Enalais, far better than before, if you don't mind me saying.
Squee! That would be awesome!
Me too; sorry for the delay.
Avellone hates the idea of civilization rebuilding, and wanted things to be worse; he even thought the NCR was a mistake, and the Wasteland should have stayed a wasteland.
Sorry for the delay, and, he did imply that donkeys survived for a while, but then went extinct later.
Agreed with you on that. SIgh, if only Chris Avellone did not decide to make Horses extinct.
CourierSix said
You know, I never looked into Van Buren all too deeply until I read your article, Aaron, and I have to say that it seems like a perfect opportunity for some nation to come in and try to tame many dogs/breed them and use their pups for a special K9 military unit. Lunar Guard members could have gone in and set up baited cages with which to lure and abduct dogs, then the cages could have been retrieved and brought to a special containment area where a handler would see what they could do with them.Another option could be to say that the slaver band moved in after the Legion fell and had the means to secure the town and turn it into a base of operations, and they had been there all the time up to the point Solarians moved in and took the city for themselves.Either one works, I'm just looking for feedback
Sorry for the delay, and K-9 Units look badass!
Sorry for the delay! And, she's changed a few NPCs, who would appear later.
Klamath State Legislature, A Week And A Half Later
Before The War, before even the expansion of the Old USA, there were the Klamath Tribes, a Native American group that, though long-oppressed by the US Government in this timeline, had gained a second renaissance, using their remaining knowledge of nature to find sources of food other than people, making war with the Oregon Cannibals and expanding from their 'Capital', Chiloquin. Needless to say, they had a grudge against 'Old Americans', and it took adept diplomacy from the NCR to get them on-board. Said adept diplomacy included a promise of power and preference, or at least, true freedom and equality. Now the New Klamath Tribes were a notable power bloc in the State Legislature, proudly wearing their tribal garb there.
What was the reason for this exposition, one may ask? Simple, because the State Legislature was meeting now, and the NKT was angry.
"If you are going to give Winema to the settlers, you must give us Crater Lake!" the NKT representative, Surpasses-the-Wind, spoke. "Crater Lake is old Klamath territorry, filled with legend!" Despite his crude speech, Surpasses-the-Wind spoke with passion and fire, already knowing that the battle was half-won; the Klamath Tribes were integral to the strategy against the Oregon Cannibals and the Independent Towns, and while they were now dependent on trade with the wider NCR, said trade had given them additional clout. That, and the immigrants were, well, immigrants, while the Klamath Tribes have been citizens of Klamath State for decades.
"The settlers are going to complain to their home states if we do that," replied Sally Mayfield, another representative who was now playing Devil's Advocate. "We can't outright deny them the land, and you know it." Her eyes glinted; it seemed she already had a plan.
"Then what do we do?" Surpasses-the-Wind spoke in pretend outrage. "You have much to loose -" intentional misspelling "- too!" He then waited for Sally to respond, and give her own plan:
"Right now," she spoke, "the order of things is first-come, first-serve, as regards to land. However, we control Fort Klamath, which is one gateway to Crater Lake, and you control Chiloquin, which is another, harder, but still possible gateway. If we can declare Fort Klamath an 'unsecured area', then we can temporarily bar settlers from the south from moving on that route, allowing your Tribes to move in on Crater Lake and sieze it, first."
Surpasses-the-Wind smiled.
Winema National Forest
Jessica Rodgers had returned to Winema now, along with many of her troops. Fort Klamath was secure, but there were still tensions between the Klamath State Militia and the Fort Klamathians, and so some militia presence was necessary. Nevertheless, with the fall of the fort, and the siezure of Crater Lake, the first phase of expansion was done. Now was the time to consolidate, establishing positions for defense and supply, and readying themselves for summer, where they'd educate the new settlers in farming on such a cold and rainy territory. They'd also dig up new wells and cisterns, build new towns and camps, and, of course, welcome the new Hub Corporations, particularly the Lumber and Leatherworking companies.
For now, however, it was a time for rest, a time for relaxation, and a time to prepare.
Mojave Wasteland
Azuma Asakura, Klamath-Born Adventurer, was travelling with a Caravan to New Vegas, or at least, that was what he was trying to do; he was seeking rumors that new ways into the Mojave had been found. Pausing to adjust his glasses, the young man, clad in a T-Shirt, bulletproof vest, and leather pants, and carrying an assault rifle, took a moment to observe the scene around him.
The caravan, like most caravans going to the Mojave nowadays, was ghoul-heavy, due to the increased amounts of radiation. Its leader was a ghoul herself, Kaori Harukaze, and she was the one who found this path. Azuma smiled, he was usually good with people. Not to the point of naivete, of course, or at least he hoped. Nevertheless, his mood was optimistic; it was the beginning of a new adventure...
Before The War, before even the expansion of the Old USA, there were the Klamath Tribes, a Native American group that, though long-oppressed by the US Government in this timeline, had gained a second renaissance, using their remaining knowledge of nature to find sources of food other than people, making war with the Oregon Cannibals and expanding from their 'Capital', Chiloquin. Needless to say, they had a grudge against 'Old Americans', and it took adept diplomacy from the NCR to get them on-board. Said adept diplomacy included a promise of power and preference, or at least, true freedom and equality. Now the New Klamath Tribes were a notable power bloc in the State Legislature, proudly wearing their tribal garb there.
What was the reason for this exposition, one may ask? Simple, because the State Legislature was meeting now, and the NKT was angry.
"If you are going to give Winema to the settlers, you must give us Crater Lake!" the NKT representative, Surpasses-the-Wind, spoke. "Crater Lake is old Klamath territorry, filled with legend!" Despite his crude speech, Surpasses-the-Wind spoke with passion and fire, already knowing that the battle was half-won; the Klamath Tribes were integral to the strategy against the Oregon Cannibals and the Independent Towns, and while they were now dependent on trade with the wider NCR, said trade had given them additional clout. That, and the immigrants were, well, immigrants, while the Klamath Tribes have been citizens of Klamath State for decades.
"The settlers are going to complain to their home states if we do that," replied Sally Mayfield, another representative who was now playing Devil's Advocate. "We can't outright deny them the land, and you know it." Her eyes glinted; it seemed she already had a plan.
"Then what do we do?" Surpasses-the-Wind spoke in pretend outrage. "You have much to loose -" intentional misspelling "- too!" He then waited for Sally to respond, and give her own plan:
"Right now," she spoke, "the order of things is first-come, first-serve, as regards to land. However, we control Fort Klamath, which is one gateway to Crater Lake, and you control Chiloquin, which is another, harder, but still possible gateway. If we can declare Fort Klamath an 'unsecured area', then we can temporarily bar settlers from the south from moving on that route, allowing your Tribes to move in on Crater Lake and sieze it, first."
Surpasses-the-Wind smiled.
Winema National Forest
Jessica Rodgers had returned to Winema now, along with many of her troops. Fort Klamath was secure, but there were still tensions between the Klamath State Militia and the Fort Klamathians, and so some militia presence was necessary. Nevertheless, with the fall of the fort, and the siezure of Crater Lake, the first phase of expansion was done. Now was the time to consolidate, establishing positions for defense and supply, and readying themselves for summer, where they'd educate the new settlers in farming on such a cold and rainy territory. They'd also dig up new wells and cisterns, build new towns and camps, and, of course, welcome the new Hub Corporations, particularly the Lumber and Leatherworking companies.
For now, however, it was a time for rest, a time for relaxation, and a time to prepare.
Mojave Wasteland
Azuma Asakura, Klamath-Born Adventurer, was travelling with a Caravan to New Vegas, or at least, that was what he was trying to do; he was seeking rumors that new ways into the Mojave had been found. Pausing to adjust his glasses, the young man, clad in a T-Shirt, bulletproof vest, and leather pants, and carrying an assault rifle, took a moment to observe the scene around him.
The caravan, like most caravans going to the Mojave nowadays, was ghoul-heavy, due to the increased amounts of radiation. Its leader was a ghoul herself, Kaori Harukaze, and she was the one who found this path. Azuma smiled, he was usually good with people. Not to the point of naivete, of course, or at least he hoped. Nevertheless, his mood was optimistic; it was the beginning of a new adventure...
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