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

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Nov 28, 2017
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.
 
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.”
 
The Legionnaires spent their time training, preparing for some kind of raid it seemed, with the centurion keeping constant watch of them.
 
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.
 
“Encampment is much larger than expected, containing high priority individual, how copy?”
 
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."
 
“Understood.” He said. He pocketed the radio and sighed. There were too damn many of them.
 
"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."
 
"Five, sir." Martin replied, lifting the lid to the ammo case briefly before letting it drop closed.
 
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.”
 
They all nodded and Stein gave the signal to start the search, all of them pulling on their helmets before heading out.
"Signal when you've found the bottle neck." Stein ordered over coms.
"Copy." Came the various affirmations.
 
Colt sighed as he popped one of the capsules marked “Cateye”. It would be a bit until it kicked in, and the sun was dipping already. He ran the plan through his mind again and again, making sure he hand’t left anything out.
 
“Heard, start making your way back to the rally point. Spotters, incendiary. Snipers, armor piercing. If the spotter hits first, you make sure they’re dead. Make it clean. If they get close, sidearms, leave a surprise if you have it, but fall back. Top priority. My handwriting is bad, don’t wanna send any letters your folks can’t read.”
 
"Tracking."
It was quiet for a painfully long time before Aces' sniper echoed through the night. Then again, and again.
"This is almost too easy." He remarked amusedly.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Aces." Stein scolded gently.
 
“Clear chatter, clear chatter. Keep it clean, keep it professional. Comms for emergencies and updates only.” He said, racking the charging handle on his firearm.
 
As ordered, the coms went dead quiet as the snipers fired shots from their perches. The Legionnaires finally reached the mines, the explosions ringing over the desert periodically.
 
“I count four explosions, one more until they’re clear of the mines.” Colt relayed, taking a breath as he steadied himself, getting into a comfortable position.
 
"Copy. No sign of the centurion yet." Aces said.
"Probably letting all his idiots get killed first." Martin remarked bitterly, before remembering no needless chatter, "Sorry, sir."
 
“Acknowledged, no sight of centurion yet. We’ll sweep through when the main body has been wasted, check for him.”
 
"Copy that, Cap. LT and I almost got these Legion Fucks cleaned up."
"I've had eyes in the camp, Legionnaire numbers are dropping," Stein reported.
 
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