Legate Varus

The Legion scouts watched Haven Lake.

Soon, emissaries from the Legion would come demanding their complete surrender.

+ all those in chains.

I do not deal with tin cans nor do I surrender. Pretorians, destroy this abomination.” And the soldiers would move in, spears raised to impale Clive.

Varus, currently sat in his chair, flail laid across his lap. He stared down at the robot, unflinching. “Mutt. Tell your masters as long as the Bull stands, they will never be safe. Word of your camp and technology has already been reported back to Caesar.

Strike me down and you strike down +

Send your finest warriors. They will break beneath the Bull.

Fight them, run from them; all fall to Caesar’s might eventually.

@nettlebehr.bsky.social was on the final cross, eyes staring down at the city. Pale skin burnt beneath the desert sun. His head hung limply, body beaten and broken from days of torture.

@insectglaives.bsky.social had seemingly been recovering from an injury when they had grabbed him. He and the rat-faced man had been together when they were grabbed. His talents did not save him from being crucified.

@iconoffear.bsky.social, though a child, did not receive mercy. If it were not for needing to deliver a message, they would have kept her for cleaning duties.

@dollofnewvegas.bsky.social had been almost as mouthy as Deacon and had received just as brutal of interrogation methods.

@atlanticcityreject.bsky.social hung, beaten and bruised, his mouth dripping blood, but he was breathing. He was on the first cross.

@railroadspy.bsky.social was lucky to have kept his tongue with the amount he blabbered on. He was alive though barely.

+ warning to those below. The degenerates were at the mercy of the wasteland until someone below took note.

Haven Lake’s strength did not scare the Legion. It would not protect them.

They would bow or they would die.

+ His legionaries had managed to capture a few of Haven Lake’s residents that had wandered outside the walls.

Each had been… interrogated. The degree to which varied person to person.

Now, they all hung from crosses, overlooking the small lakeside community. They would be left there to rot, a +

+ a longer time than Varus had expected, he had finally broken him.

Tirum, the man that had wiped it off the face of the Earth.

Vivian, the ‘Spitfire’.

Claire, the woman who had killed the Park’s leader.

If they were truly such great warriors, they would bend the knee and serve the Legion. +

All roads lead to Rome and all paths would have lead him here. Varus had seen the remnants of the Park, or the crater that had once held it.

It had been gone, wiped clean off the map by something… or someone. It had only been luck that the boy had wandered into his territory. And, after +