[b][i]Training Grounds[/i][/b] [i]Legion Encampment, Near the Dojo[/i] [b]The Legate stood in front of his camp, proud of all of the work he had done in just one day. His golden-colored, metal armor shimmered in the sun, as did his helmet. His sword was across his back, as normal. The metal blade glinted, but nothing near the armor. His red gauss rifle, Bloodshot was also on his back, the painted NCR skulls standing firm on its barrel and stock. His hunting revolver, Deadeye, lay holstered at his hip, looking menacing in the red light it gave off from the sun. His ballistic fist was still on his hand, a little uncomfortable when the Legate crossed his arms. The Legate watched over the camp with eyes of a hawk. Everything was still and peaceful for a while, until he heard the screams of a little girl. He searched and searched for the screaming, and finally found the source in one of the slave pens. There was one of the newer Recruit Legionnaires grabbing the little girl. That is, until the Recruit was met with a fist to the jaw, instantly breaking it. A Cursor walked to the Legate.[/b] Cursor: "What should I do with him, Legate?" Legate: "Nail him to a cross right in the middle of the camp as a reminder to the men, we may be Legion, but the Black Sun division will not tolerate sexual acts towards the slaves or prisoners. Kill him after two days." Cursor: "Yes, Legate." [b]The Legate sighed, and stood there, shaking his head.[/b] [spoiler]Open to anyone who is not an enemy of the Legion.[/spoiler]