As Though There Were No Tomorrow (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

The orders were simple enough: Captain Colt and his squad of veteran rangers were to make their way up directly north of the Mojave Outpost to the town of Ripley. It was a pre-War place, completely devastated by the Wasteland and unsuitable for any attempt to settle it. There were reports of Legion movement out that way, which would be bad for the NCR - especially with it being so close to the Outpost. His unit's orders were to scout the area and take out any Legionnaires they found, as well as find any plans. Troop movements, camp locations, anything. Get in, get out.

Reaching a fair distance from Ripley, they peered through the scopes of their snipers to find their worst fear had been realized. Not only was it a full Legion camp, but there was a centurion there to command them; the ostentatious tent stood proudly in the middle of a sea of red.
"Orders, Captain?" Stein, his second in command, asked beside him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Colt set down his binoculars and sighed softly. “We weren’t told there would be a centurion. The camp here is already larger and more established.” He said. “For now, just maintain visual on the camp, keep an eye out for any other details.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He nodded and signaled for the other veterans to spread out to do some recon.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He kept an eye out, trying to see if he could find anything himself.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

The Legionnaires spent their time training, preparing for some kind of raid it seemed, with the centurion keeping constant watch of them.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He couldn’t see any radio towers, or anything to suggest they would be able to monitor radio traffic. He slid out of view before trying to contact any higher ups.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Report, Captain." Crackled a voice over his radio.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Encampment is much larger than expected, containing high priority individual, how copy?”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

The radio was quiet for a moment before it clicked again.
"You have your orders, Captain. Send those bastards to Hell. High priority implies movement plans. Bring them and your men home."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Understood.” He said. He pocketed the radio and sighed. There were too damn many of them.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Good thing we stocked the ammo, eh, Cap?" Aces remarked as he pulled the bolt back on his rifle.
"Just gotta find a good bottle neck," Stein added, "Funnel those fuckers in."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“We have any mines left?” He asked, setting up the bipod for his light machinegun.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Five, sir." Martin replied, lifting the lid to the ammo case briefly before letting it drop closed.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He made a noise. “Alright. We look for a bottle neck. We mine it after dark, we still have enough Cateye for that. If we can improvise anything else, we do it. Trust your guts, leave one with me here. Start heading out just after dusk, don’t give their eyes time to adjust.”