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Troop Morale 1a/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 09:57 am (UTC)(link)She gave a stern nod to the men manning the drawbridge. They let her in without questioning the pull cart full of boxes—there was a certain level of respect they had gained from her, and it wasn’t unexpected, since they were only recruits.
The walk to Caesar’s tent was short and made in purposeful strides. She said hello to a few of the men passing by, barked at a couple of slaves to move faster and did her best to look as unapproachable as possible. It was a pride thing; she worked with men and men alone, as the Legion had no place in its ranks for women. Not until her, at least. She’d make it easier for them to not know the difference.
Entering the tent was a normal thing for her. She left the cart outside, taking three specific boxes with her, each one tied with different colored ribbon: red, black and yellow. She stood tall in front of the man who made her proud to be herself, boxes held by the ribbons in the fingers of her left hand. Her trademark scowl never left her face.
“Hello again.” She greeted, never losing any of her cool. The Praetorians merely bid her ave and Caesar himself looked at her with that gleam in his eyes he got when he always saw her—the look you get after finding a diamond beneath a pile of shit.
“Is there something you needed, Valence?” He asked her, and she frowned deeper. By now the man must have known it was in her nature to do such all the time. She first met him with a frown, she operated on him with a frown and even upon hearing the best of news it would only turn into a neutral expression.
“Yes. These are for you all.” She handed the box with the red ribbon to the man on the throne, singled out Lucius for the slightly smaller box with the black ribbon and handed one of the other Praetorians the yellow-ribboned box. “Enjoy them as you would enjoy the sight of a town of profligates being burned to the ground.” She stepped back to admire her work with a frown on her face.
Troop Morale 1b/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 09:59 am (UTC)(link)“It is a tribute to my work team, Lord Caesar. I’m expressing my appreciation in a different way than usual, but do not take it as a sign of feminine weakness—consider my exceptional baking abilities to be a statement proclaiming my war against any current unhappiness that may plague any man of this army. You may also see it as an effort to feed you all to the best of my ability. A well fed soldier makes for a quicker kill. Eat them at your discretion, of course. I’ve distributed several boxes to the other camps in the Mojave area. Aurelius of Phoenix deemed them edible.”
Before she could give Caesar the written note from the centurion confirming that her baked goods were alright to eat he had already taken a couple of bites. His eyebrows shot up in faint surprise before he smiled at her, finishing the rest of the cookie. “This is good, Valence. You’d make a good woman.”
“No. I would not.”
“I honestly expected,” he ignored her, taking a bite out of another cookie. “that these boxes would contain the heads of high ranked NCR staff. But this is just as good, I suppose.”
Lucius shrugged, biting into one of his own cookies, as the other Praetorians were doing with their box. “It would raise troop morale.”
She nodded, never losing the frown. “Do I have permission to distribute these to the rest of the camp?”
Caesar waved her away, smirking, enjoying his cookies, just as she had planned him to. “Yes, of course. Just don’t cause an uproar over it. The day hasn’t yet ended, and I intend for my men to work towards reward, not simply achieve it.”
She grunted in confirmation and turned to leave the tent but stopped short. She turned halfway, managing to pull her expression into what was seen as a terrifying smirk. “Oh, and please, have someone inform the Legate that I’ll be meeting him in about a week to discuss plans for Hoover Dam with him over tea—and cookies.”
As she left, Lucius leaned over to Caesar. “I don’t think that was meant to be threatening at all.”
Caesar shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. The only woman I’ve ever let into our ranks and she never ceases to amaze.”
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Troop Morale 1c/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 10:01 am (UTC)(link)Eventually there were sounds of surprise that came from the tents around her, and she could only grimace (in pleasure, mind you) at the efforts of her hard work. She took the last box, tied with a violet ribbon and set it next to her head as she reclined. The red of the tent consumed her, and she sighed, rubbing a hand over weary eyes.
It had been a difficult four months for her, but she had rolled with the punches to be where she was at the moment. She didn’t treat becoming the first female legionaire as a joke—much effort, much change was needed. She shaved her hair straight off the day after she received the Mark, trimming it until it was only a half a centimeter high from the top of her head. Her face was already rather rough, so she looked enough like a male to fit in. More like a teenaged boy than anything else, but it would have to do until she grew much older and her cheeks began to sink in. She’d give it ten years.
She hadn’t had her own set of armor back then, but she had made sure to dress in red and black, and most importantly, come bearing the gift of the desecrated head of one Robert Edwin House on the sharp end of a spear. Caesar was so impressed with the gesture that he had it set up outside of his tent for a week.
She had told him quite frankly of her opinion after destroying the robots in the substation for him. She informed him that she wished to be a part of his ranks, her willingness to go through each individual rung of the ladder to climb her way up to becoming a respected member and invaluable asset to him. She even told him of her resolve to live the Legion life, as opposed to remaining untouched by the wastes in her suite at the Lucky 38. To eat when she was allowed, sleep only when necessary and live inside of a tent that was even smaller than her bathroom back on the Strip. Caesar, needless to say, took her up on the offer, but instead of having her run headfirst into battle he had her accomplish the more delicate tasks that needed to be done.
She supposed the trust had made itself absolutely clear after his operation. She had an incredible knowledge in medicine, something that suited her just fine, and Caesar too, now that he was well again. Time progressed and the tasks got harder and harder, her coworkers constantly upping the stakes, but eventually it turned into a pleasant calm, knowing that she had done well. She took the short opportunity to express her appreciation to every member of the legion by crafting the most delicious baked goods she could manage.
And outside, they all thanked her with comments on how good they were. Eventually they would find out it was her. But for now she was content to revel in a job well done.
Troop Morale 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 10:07 am (UTC)(link)“Ave, Vulpes. These are for you.” She slid him the box with her hand, continuing to look up to the top of her tent. She could hear the rustling of the thin cardboard and a sigh. She finally sat up, across from Vulpes Inculta, her mentor, her confidante.
The man who had inspired her to become a part of the Legion was staring at the cookies, a perfectly groomed eyebrow raised. “Why did you bake cookies for the entirety of the camp, Valence?”
“I’ve told Lord Caesar that I’m proclaiming my war on—” He held up a hand to silence her.
“No. Wait. Why did I even ask?” He smirked, lifting a cookie. “Trust you to bake cookies in a thinly veiled attempt to make us happy. Thank you.”
She felt her lips tug upwards until she was giving him the perfect poker face. She shrugged while he ate the first cookie. “If it makes you feel any better, after I was finished making them I cooked the ashes of a powder ganger into a loaf of bread and gave it to some profligate whore who tried to sell me her body.”
Vulpes managed a small smile. “Yes, it does make them taste even better.”
She laughed, although her face was mirthless.
She sat and watched him eat through five cookies, no doubt in her mind that he was hungry from a long day of dealing with delicate information. Espionage was sure to give a man a hunger that could only be quelled with delicious baked goods.
“Have you even had any of these?” He asked her around a bite. She shook her head.
“Only one. I had to make sure that I could make enough for every Legionaire in the Mojave to have at least five. I prepared 90 for you, Lucius and Caesar alone.”
His eyes widened marginally, something quite unlike him, before he rolled his eyes and pushed the cookies forward, directly between the two.
She looked at the box, then back to him, almost as if she didn’t understand. Finally, she put a tentative hand in the box to bring a cookie to her mouth. She ate it politely. “Thank you.” She mumbled over a mouthful. He grunted in reply.
They finished the entire box between the two of them before they readied themselves for bed. This was her most valued time, whenever he was back in the camp. The time where they could talk without worry of anything but themselves.
“Of course, I never told you this. No one ever did.” A statement meaning that he was about to share with her information not intended for her ears.
“Of course not.”
“When I went to report my findings to Caesar I saw him contentedly feasting on your gift. Before I left he spoke openly to Lucius about the promotion to Centurion that you’ll be receiving within the next two weeks, granted you’re on your best behavior.”
She almost thought she smiled. “Excellent. One step closer to Legate then, I suppose.”
Vulpes snorted. “Yes, I suppose I would rather it be you than Lanius. If Caesar’s unfortunate demise were to come about, I’d advise that if you haven’t already aquired that position, that you take it away from him quickly. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’d be able to do it. And you’d make such an excellent leader,” Here, his voice took on a sarcastic tone. ”you bake cookies.”
Valence could feel the corners of her lips tugging further and further up her face. “Yes. But only to raise troop morale, of course.”
Vulpes gave a dry laugh and turned to the other side. “Goodnight, Valence.”
“Goodnight, Vulpes.”
In the morning when Vulpes awoke, before her and many of the other Legionaries were to rise, he swore he could see her lips turned upwards.
Aaaand A!A runs off to look for more Legion!Courier prompts that are as amazing as this one because JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST that was awesome to write. Thank you OP, if you ever see this. Thank you so much.
Re: Troop Morale 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:10 am (UTC)(link)i hope op gets to see this SOON because ohhh my lord the combination of hilarity and sick fluff is just. too much for me.
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-05-08 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Troop Morale 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)so many nice turns of phrase
Re: Troop Morale 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)“No. I would not.”
LOL. Okay, I absolutely adore this story, every letter and period of it. Thank you A!A, this was so marvelous.
Re: Troop Morale 1d/1 - OP
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 04:08 am (UTC)(link)Re: Troop Morale 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)A!A again
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)I'm turning this into a long term project of mine, most definitely. Not all of them will be terribly amusing (since I have lots of plot development to do), but there will be more moments much like Valence's cookie incident. Including Vulpes' birthday cake and reading bedtime stories to Caesar because he has a case of the sniffles. xD How would I go about posting sequels to this here? (Forgive me, I'm still pretty new to the kmeme and not all of it's standard procedures are known to me.)
Re: A!A again
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 12:27 am (UTC)(link)The Deep Side of The Lake (1a/1)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-05 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)Kink: Fluff, I guess
Description: She bathed in private because she had become ashamed of who she was. Part 3 in the Troop Morale series.
Baths were luxuries in the Mojave. There was common rule among many people—if there was no running water and no natural water, you would go without bathing for days.
Valence was fond of being clean and had found great comfort in living next to Lake Mead. Even though she had to take a bit of a walk to get closer to the water she couldn’t ever complain about being dirty.
She had a spot she liked very much—it was easily reached from the far end of camp, just follow the rocks along the edges of the cliff until they dipped into a weather-made staircase, trailing down, down to the lake. Go right and there would be the area the other legionaries bathed in. Go left and there was a small cave, and if you went through it you would end up on the other side of the lake, away from prying eyes.
This was the first place she had found to bathe in since arriving at the camp, and the only one she intended to visit. It was fairly well known that she was a woman, very few people wouldn’t know. But nobody needed to see that it was true. Nobody but her. She took her time in getting undressed, leaving her towel on one of the dewed rocks of the cave mouth. She took the binding from her chest and rubbed the red flesh under her breasts, irritated from being kept under wraps for so long. She wasn’t necessarily well endowed when it came to her chest but she was always a very cautious person.
She dove into the lake, ignoring the chill of the water. When she resurfaced, she swam over to the rock she had left her soap on and began the slow process of bathing. The moon reflected upon the surface of the lake. From where she stood now the water was a little bit over waist high. Eventually she would move back to where she had first been to swim around for a while, but it was more important to be clean for now.
Her day had been relatively simple, wonderful in fact, but it didn’t take away from the stress of the situations she’d been in. She had been assigned her Decanii, ten of them, all recently promoted from veteran status like she herself had been. Among them was Laelius, who was to be her star warrior, Caesar had said, and he was placed in charge of a group of the most exceptional veterans, unlike the others who were tasked with watching over ordinary veterans, recruits and primes.
The Decanii weren’t exactly jumping for joy at being assigned to have her as their Centurion. Most of them didn’t mind, no, but a couple of them had spat their clearly misogynistic views at her after leaving Caesar’s tent. She simply scowled at them; it was something that would be remedied with time, she decided. She would not be weak and she would not be a pushover. She intended to let her men know exactly who was calling the shots around here.
Laelius himself didn’t seem to have an opinion on her gender, but he did seem a bit weary at being placed directly under her in rank. Understandable—he had been working at this goal for far longer than she had been, she assumed.
Caesar had left it up to her once more to find an appropriate bunkmate, and she had settled on keeping Vulpes around. The man had originally had a tent of his own, since he was head of the Frumentarii, but had been spending time with her, showing her the ropes and directing her in the proper path to becoming an invaluable asset to the Legion. She figured the least she could do for him was offer him a comfortable place to sleep again. Besides, he already knew where her tent was.
There was a loud splash to her right, near the deeper part of the water and she inhaled sharply, turning to face what could possibly be a threat. She had left her weapons back in the camp, but she was good with hand to hand combat and not above punching a lakelurk in the nose, if need be. But come to think of it, lakelurks didn’t wander this close to the Fort…
The Deep Side of The Lake (1b/1)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-05 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)Vulpes raised an eyebrow, holding up his own bar of soap. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Valence rolled her eyes, not moving. “But this is where I take a bath.” It probably sounded childish, but there was a fear that more people would find her one day. She had become rather protective of this spot.
Vulpes didn’t look too sorry. “This is where I’ve been bathing for 15 years now. You’ve come a bit too late to claim territory, Valence.” He began washing himself in front of her, unabashedly, and she averted her eyes from the scene. She kept quiet and held her tight position, arms locked tight around her breasts, legs closed despite the fact that her lower body was under water and it was dark out. “What’s wrong?”
She looked back up to his face quickly and tilted her head. “What? Nothing’s wrong, why even ask?” Perhaps it was suspicious that she hadn’t moved yet. She tried to loosen her position but only ended up locking herself away tighter.
Vulpes was not convinced. “It doesn’t appear to be nothing,” He narrowed his eyes at her. “What exactly are you doing?”
“What? I’m not doing anything. I don’t understand.” She was honest in that statement. She had no idea what he was talking about until he took her arms and forced them away from her body. She gasped, taking a step back.
“You’re hiding yourself.” And at that point she realized that he knew, because it was his job to pinpoint things like this. He laughed quietly, a small smirk spreading across his lips. “You don’t have to be ashamed, you know.”
Her lips pulled themselves into a tight line. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Vulpes didn’t leave the matter alone; it was never in his nature to do that. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on hers, fixing her with a knowing smirk. “Do not think that I haven’t noticed, courier,” He only called her that when he meant business, and she swallowed hard. “It’s in plain sight for me to see right now. You’ve become ashamed of your own body. I’d advise you to get over it—there’s nothing that can be done.”
Valence felt her shoulders slump, and she sighed. It was difficult not to give in when Vulpes had you pinned into a corner, literally or figuratively, and she simply lost care in fighting to hide the truth from him. When it came down to the bottom line, he would always know the truth. “I just… the tactical advantages of this military—this society—don’t have any room for me. Women who take care of the domestic necessities and men who deal in war and hunting; I’m a woman but I’m better suited for combat than anything else. So where am I left in this? I wish I could change.”
It felt good to have her feelings off her chest, but the look on Vulpes’ face told her that she’d be receiving a lecture on this. “Ignoring the fact that you could fit into both roles properly, do you think there have not been others like you? Men who were better healers, women with strong backs? And what happened to them? They were all eventually turned into slaves.”
“This isn’t making me feel any better about the situation, Vulpes.”
He held up a hand for silence. She shut her mouth and listened. “But I found you. I reported you to Caesar and he was fascinated with the idea of a woman so interested in his empire. I told him of your exploits and due to your own strength you were able to overcome a barrier that most assumed would have you killed. Wear your armor with pride—you’re a Centurion now, and not many are in the position to question you.”
The Deep Side of The Lake (1c/1)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-05 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)Vulpes shrugged. “I see very few. Physically I can name a couple. But even putting that aside, all I can think of is the fact that you’re much shapelier than I.” He smiled at her, which was more disturbing than comforting, and she instinctively went to cover her chest again.
“Thanks so much for that…” She didn’t complain when he smacked her arms down a second time.
“Mentally, however, I believe that we lie on the same page. It’s been a very long time since I’ve met a woman worth conversing with.”
Valence snorted, rolling her eyes. “And look at this; you aren’t only speaking to me, you’re bunking with me as well.”
Vulpes raised an eyebrow. “Oh. That is to be me? I wasn’t aware.”
“Well who am I supposed to share a room with, one of my Decanii? I hardly know them.”
He nodded. “I suppose you’re right. In fact, I’ve taken the liberty of sleeping under a piece of fabric for you—I might as well reap the benefits of the actual tent I deserve.”
Valence let out a dry laugh. “Yes. Exactly.”
They were quiet, and Vulpes resumed cleaning himself. Valence was just beginning to work up the nerve to do so as well when he spoke. “You only do this because you believe that I’m the only one who doesn’t care that you’re a woman. You do realize that many people around the camp have come to accept your presence, correct? Especially after that stunt you pulled with the cookies…” The last part was muttered more to himself, but she heard him anyway.
“I think it may have started like that; staying around you, I mean,” She began washing her arms, the chorded muscles tensing under flesh as the bar of soap came into contact with her skin. “But also because it was a learning experience that you offered to me. You were and still are my mentor in all of this. You are the one who told me of the Legion after I woke up without a clue of who I was. I wanted to take something from knowing you, something good, something I could use to become someone here. But after a while it became more than that, and I started to like you very much.”
Vulpes gazed at her with cool eyes. “How touching.” The statement was said with blatant sarcasm, but he didn’t stop her.
“I… enjoy your presence, Vulpes. It’s appreciated.” It was the closest she could bring herself to outright saying that she thought of him as a good friend. Vulpes seemed to understand this, and he rolled his eyes, throwing his soap onto the rocks of the cave.
“As I enjoy yours, Valence. Frequently remind yourself that you are fortunate enough to have piqued my interest and fallen into my good graces. I do not like many, but I’ve taken to you.” And without another word he dove to the right, into the deeper side of the lake.
The Deep Side of The Lake (1d/1d)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-06 12:00 am (UTC)(link)As she finished soaping herself up she watched him swim in the moonlit water. As odd as it was to think of it, she had been lucky that it was Vulpes who found her that day in Nipton. She would never know why he had decided to groom her into an instrument of the Legion; his motivation for all of his actions would forever remain locked tightly away in his own mind. For the time being she was content to believe that he had seen something in her, potential, even though she was a woman.
She sighed, frowning, and placing her soap in a small niche in the rocks, she swam off to join him.
When she neared him he surfaced, shaking off the water from his hair. He wasn’t one to be stared at for long so eventually he asked her what her problem was.
“You… you’ll still call me Valence, right? Even though I’m Faustus now?” It was a strange question, which was probably why he took so long to reply. She felt her skin grow hot with embarrassment, and was thankful that the water was so cool and the sun wasn’t out to expose her.
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t if that’s what you wish. Although it would only be in private—it wouldn’t do well for anyone else to hear me address you so informally now that you have a proper title.”
“Of course not.” She nodded, perhaps a bit too quickly.
They swam there for a while longer, silent, not looking at each other, but out onto the surface of the water, the stars barely seeping into its reflective surface, and the mirror image of a large, full moon painted on the deep side of the lake.
Re: The Deep Side of The Lake (1d/1d)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-06 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The Deep Side of The Lake (1d/1d)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-08 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)Humbly requesting more, please!
Re: The Deep Side of The Lake (1d/1d)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-08 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)Humbly requesting more, please!
Re: Troop Morale 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2015-06-25 02:45 am (UTC)(link)