Dog City. A city of untold riches and treasures. All ripe for the taking. She's untamed and she's wild just like the packs of dogs that roam her streets. Everyone's got their eye on her. The Legion, the Brotherhood, the Salvagers. All of ‘em want a piece. And all of ‘em have had their own piece at one point or another. But now it's different. The Brotherhood's been coming outta their bunker. The Legion is coming to try and tame the city once again. The Salvagers are building an army and getting ready to weather the storm once more. Meteors at night fall from the sky towards the earth, ill omens from those above. Death is coming to Denver and this time there shall be no compromise.
We can no longer stay here. Denver is not safe anymore for anyone. I fear that there will be no winners this time. I do not feel as if we can stay any longer. I know that these are our ancestral homelands where we have resided since the Scourge that ruined these lands long ago. If we stay any longer we shall be destroyed. Another unmarked grave site destroyed by whoever. It is with a heavy heart that I have decided that we shall flee north to safer lands. One day we may return but for now we cannot survive without being involved. And getting involved will be the death of us all.
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Failures and profligates the lot of them. Their stupidity knew no bounds and they had been defeated because of it. They allowed themselves to be divided by the profligates and conquered. It was not the men's fault. No. This was the same cancer that caused their defeat at the dam. The dam. Memories flooded his mind of that fateful battle. They lost many good and loyal men because of the stupidity of their commanders. The situation in Denver was all too familiar to him.
Horus looked at the rifle that was sat on the large oak table covered in maps and battle plans. The failures had thought to appease him with gifts and honeyed words. The gun was nice. Quite nice in fact. But it would change nothing. They would be punished for their crimes against the Legion. Infighting over who would become the leader? They were dissolute now and they would have to be purged.
It was decided then. There was no other option or route. They would pay for their crimes in blood. Horus flung the flap open and walked out of his command tent into the area that was once an airport before the Old World was burned away in righteous fire. Now it was his war camp where his men stayed. Defenses of concrete and wood had been erected around the camp after they arrived. Just in case the profligates to the north decided to pay a visit. Before him was the city of Mediolanum. The farthest north the Legion reached, for now. A rather large city compared to most you would find in the wasteland with a large amount of freemen. It was from here all the Legion’s cotton was made which gave them a steady supply of cotton for their men. The city itself had also had defenses erected around it but this was many years ago when Caesar himself conquered Denver.
To the north Horus could barely see Denver. He caught himself in his own mind. Urbem Canum. He mustn't even think profligate words. It was unclean. It’s large buildings reaching up into the heavens above. The Salvagers rule from there and soon Horus would bring holy retribution and fire upon the heathens. Already his Frumentarii were worming their way into the city to destroy and disrupt all they could. Soon the city would be his and his god, Caesar, would welcome him with open arms as if he was his son.
To the east lay the Hangdog camps. They were never fully integrated into the Legion as the Hangdog’s were many different groups and not everyone had bowed to Caesar’s glory. Only recently had a local tribal chieftain by the name of Harwerth had conquered the scattered groups of Hangdog’s along with a few other tribes under his banner. He was a powerful ally indeed and his men would soak up the damage while the Legion came next to mop up the stragglers.
Horus came back to reality after he realized more than a few of his own men were staring at him as he silently scanned his surroundings. He looked around a bit more looking for his right hand man Lucien Lachance. A faithful follower who had been with Horus since he had left his former immoral lifestyle for that of the Legion. Finally spotting him among a crowd of recruits Horus approached him from behind where he could plainly hear him boasting of their exploits.
And that’s when the rangers surrounded Horus with their knives drawn. Knowing I had to do something I lept across the room with nothing but my trusty Gladius and slew two of the rangers in the blink of an eye… what are you staring at…?
Lucien spun around and came eye to eye with Horus. Lucien yelped in surprise as he hadn’t expected Horus himself to be behind him. The children behind him started to giggle and Lucien waved them off to talk with Horus who sat patiently with his arms crossed, a small smirk across his face.
Regaling the recruits with your tales of heroics I see.
Lucien smiled and grabbed Horus by the shoulder and took his hand in the old Roman handshake style.
If I didn’t then who would?
Horus returned the smile and nodded his head for Lucien to follow him as he walked deeper into the camp with towards a large clearing where the slave cages were.
Assemble the men. Tonight we will make an example of the ex-centurions who deigned to take matters into their own hands following the death of their former master. We shall meet at the auction area west of the camp. Have three crosses prepared.
Later that evening…
Drums beat as the men gathered around in groups and participated in various shows of skill and strength. A feast had been cooked in Mars’ honor and now a small celebration was being had for the Legion’s return to Colorado and to hopefully gain favor with Mars to help them take back what was rightfully theirs.
Several sacrifices were performed including some animals and one live human slave girl. The readings of their guts had confirmed what Horus already knew. The Legion would be victorious in their conquest of Urbem Canum and the banner of the bull would fly over the city once more.
But now came the culmination of the ceremonies. Horus walked up onto the wooden stage where auctioneers would sell off slaves to the Legion soldiers. As he walked across the stage the celebrations became silent as all men came to attention for their leader.
WE ARE LEGION!
A throaty roar erupted in the men below at Horus’ words. After a few moments they quieted down as they waited for Horus to speak again.
But not all of us are worthy. Some of us have betrayed Caesar himself! Those who were to lead you and Urbem Canum to glory instead lead you to damnation. When the you were at your lowest they kicked you all by having you fight each other instead of the profligates who think Urbem Canum belongs to them! You were loyal. You fought hard for your centurions no matter if you did it for the wrong reasons. For that you are to be commended. Just like at Hoover Dam we cannot allow us to be weak! To this I condemn the centurions who lead you to death by crucifixion! We will not let the disease grow! We shall take Urbem Canum for Caesar once more!
As one the men below erupted into cheers meanwhile behind him Horus could hear the sound of hammers striking nails into flesh and the occasional scream. This was the beginning of the end of those damnable Salvagers and any other profligate who dared oppose them.