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That Lucky West Wind (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)Kink: Le fluff (kinda sorta)
Description: Vulpes and F!Courier take care of a little espionage work in order to take out Camp McCarran; little does the Courier know that there's more to this mission that meets the eye. Sequel to Troop Morale.
“Must I honestly put this on?”
“Yes, it’s very important that you do.”
“I only got my veteran armor two weeks ago. It’s much too early to wear anything else.”
Vulpes Inculta rolled his eyes, already fastening the buttons of the NCR uniform. “Valence, you aren’t giving me anything good to report back with.”
The woman sighed, finally giving in. “Fine. I’ll do it. But only because it’s for the good of the Legion. And my promotion.” She was able to shed her armor quickly enough and place it into the burlap knapsack that held her possessions, but she had trouble fastening everything together when it came to the NCR uniform.
They stood only a half an hour away from Camp McCarran, disguised as the very dissolutes who were trying to kill them. For Vulpes it seemed to be an everyday thing. Valence, however, had never even considered taking up a position with the Frumentarii, and was thoroughly disgusted with the idea of even touching enemy armor for anything other than scavenging.
Their mission was relatively simple. Invade Camp McCarran as NCR members and find weaknesses in the guard shifts that could be exploited for a raid. It seemed at first to be a job that Picus could easily handle, but the man was confined to duties meant for captains, and that left him inside, dealing with the ongoing problem with the monorail.
She knew that no one inside of the building would recognize her since she had disguised herself well enough as a woman on her last visit, but the lingering worry remained that they just might see through her performance. She wasn’t very sneaky or as good at this as Vulpes—it wasn’t her job. She was a fighter, and beyond that, a doctor, nothing more.
There were two NCR members being shipped into McCarran that they had ambushed along the way. The uniforms fit them well enough and the bodies were easily hid. They’d have to return for their armor later, when their mission was completed. It wouldn’t take anything more than two days, Vulpes had told her. “Alright. Shall we proceed?”
She nodded an affirmative, and they began the walk.
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That Lucky West Wind (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)It was a woman, mid-length chocolate brown hair falling to her shoulders. She could have been pretty, if not for the uniform she wore. “Hey, you two over there!”
Vulpes had made it blatantly clear that she shouldn’t speak unless spoken to and that she should mirror everything he did. So when he saluted the woman, she resigned herself to do the same. At least one thing could never be taken away from her in this horrid disguise—she could keep her frown for as long as she wanted, nobody would question. The wastes were a bitch, after all.
“How can we help you, Lieutenant?” Vulpes kept conversation quick and to the point, most likely for her sake. The Lieutenant, Carling, she told them to call her, was sizing them both up, a smirk on her pretty pink lips.
“You boys at the end of your shift? How about you come back with me for a little bit? I haven’t had a break since the monorail got blown up, and you two look like the answer to my prayers. I haven’t seen a fresh face in months, let me tell you.” Valence couldn’t control the look of disgust that plastered itself on her face. Vulpes was a better actor than she was.
“No thank you, Lieutenant. I’m afraid we’ll have to pass you up on the offer.” He clapped a hand roughly on Valence’s back, apparently some sort of friendly military gesture. She wasn’t a fan of it, seeing as how it had surprised her enough to nearly trigger her own combat instincts. Fortunately for everyone the only weapon she had on hand was a service rifle.
Lieutenant Carling frowned, rolling her eyes at the two of them. “What are you two, fuck buddies or something? Gay like those Legion bastards?”
Valence took pride in the fact that she was able to turn her quickly overburdening anger into a completely neutral face, something she didn’t know she was capable of. Perhaps somewhere in her subconscious she was reminded of Vulpes’ whispered information of her promotion, and the warning that she be on her best behavior.
Vulpes only laughed at her crude comment, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. I’ve got a girl back home, and he’s married with a child on the way.” The excuse was a good one, something she wouldn’t have thought up herself in her rage. Carling looked at least… vaguely understanding of the necessities of being faithful to ones partner. The woman rolled her eyes.
That Lucky West Wind (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)“Riese.”
“Spatz.”
Carling grinned at Valence, placing a hand on her hip. “You look a lot like a man I used to know, Spatz. He spent a lot of time frowning too, wasn’t very approachable either. He worked in 1st Recon until about a year ago, moved away to some nowhere town with his spotter and his wife. Wonder how he’s doing now.”
Valence wanted desperately to tell her exactly how badly Craig Boone was doing, but it wasn’t the time for that. Instead, she grunted, frowning again.
They saluted the woman when she bid them good day and made their way out to a starlit sky to keep an eye on the area. She hadn’t done much talking to the other NCR members and hadn’t bothered with anything that wasn’t her business on her last visit to destroy the monorail. Vulpes brought this up with her and gave her short instructions. “Keep an eye on what’s going on in the camp. I’m going to patrol the perimeter.” She nodded silently, giving him the affirmative that she would be alright on her own.
She could hear snippets of conversation from what she decided were the barracks. She took a turn and stepped into the tent. She made sure to keep herself on the objective of finding a bunk to sleep in. She took the lower one, closer to the level of conversation and listened in quietly.
“—Hsu to stop sending us out to deal with the Fiends. They should be sending rangers for that, they’re better off at closer distances. We’re 1st Recon, we need to keep back or we’re entirely compromised. And look what happened to Betsy—she really needs to go get some help.” The two men that were talking had their back to her anyway, so she watched them as they spoke.
“Well regardless of what we want we’re going to go out tomorrow afternoon. It’s much too late to bring up the issue with him. Let’s just hope that we can finally take them all down.”
There was a problem with Fiends here, it seemed. Tomorrow afternoon two members of 1st Recon would go away to deal with this issue. This would be a good opportunity to strike. She’d let Vulpes know when he got back, since he was the one reporting findings to the Centurion that was to lead the raiding party.
The 1st Recon snipers continued to chatter away quietly, mostly speaking about the Betsy woman. She loathed to be confined to one spot for too long with no purpose, but she was getting tired. She finally let her eyes close, drifting off. She found herself dreaming of red armor, strong men, enemy soldiers and tortured women.
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That Lucky West Wind (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)She let a laugh fall through frowning lips. “I knew there was a good reason Caesar didn’t allow such things in his camp. The NCR is growing too bold here. These men should know that the group is only as strong as their weakest link.”
“Do you have anything of interest to share?” He asked, and she nodded, sliding herself off of the bed.
“1st Recon inhabits this camp. However, this afternoon, two of them will be leaving to take care of a problem with some Fiends. The perfect opportunity to be exploited, since the less of them around the better.”
Vulpes seemed to think about this for a moment. “It would be best to get moving then. We’ll depart in two hours, during the next shift change.”
“Alright. Let’s move then.”
Two hours passed by slowly for her. At least she was able to get herself a Nuka Cola from the cafeteria, a drink she found herself craving frequently after her memory loss due to being shot in the head. During their shift she thought a lot about the woman in 1st Recon. “Have you ever heard of a woman here? One in the sniper unit, I mean?”
Vulpes looked at her, the sunglasses he was wearing today blocking her from seeing his eyes. “Corporal Betsy Addeline. What of her?”
She was a little surprised that he immediately knew who she was talking about, but it was his job to keep tabs on people. She took a sip of her soda. “What do you know about her?
She noticed the way his brow arched at the question. “Standard NCR scum. She was placed in charge of eliminating a pack of fiends about a month ago, but there were no results. Some say she came back… different.” Vulpes had a way with words, she thought. She grunted in response, going back to looking over the edge of the railing.
Eventually the time came to leave and they managed to slip out of the camp undetected. They collected their armor on the way to meeting the raiding party, something Valence was eternally grateful for, but Vulpes kept moving along in those hideous fatigues. When they met up with the legionaries she took a quick look around for a Centurion, a Decanus even, but could only pinpoint a couple of veterans as the highest ranking members of the squad. She looked to Vulpes, who was inspecting the group as she had been a moment ago. “You’ll be leading them in then? I don’t see anyone else.”
Vulpes smirked at her, pointed canines peeking from under his lips. “No. You will. Good luck.” She scowled when he began walking away.
“Vulpes!”
“Until we meet again, Valence. Vale.” And he disappeared into the wastes.
That Lucky West Wind (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)“We will strike at 7, sharp. Quick kills, and leave a couple to crucify. There’s a man in there who’s acting on behalf of Lord Caesar, so he is to remain untouched as well, I trust that you’ll know him when you see him.” She gave them all a stern look, and then turned to the assassin. “You. What are you doing here?”
The man was respectful enough. “Lord Caesar told me to come here as well.”
Valence nodded. “Hm. Alright then. You have a special job. Colonel Hsu is to be eliminated, his body brought to me upon completion of this task. I dislike failure. You’re well trained, so I won’t lecture you on layouts or battle technique. You should all know how to do your job by now…” There was one more thing to attend to. She pointed at one of the veterans, curling her finger in a silent request to come closer. The man walked up to her, nodding. “Yes?”
He was slightly taller than her, about the same height as Vulpes. Lean but muscled, looked to have a strong back. He had a hunting rifle and his machete for close combat. He would do nicely.
“What is your name?” She thought she could see him rolling his eyes under the goggles he wore, but he replied quickly enough.
“Laelius.”
“You are to lead a group of 10 to the tents. There are 1st Reconnaissance members there. Take them all out.” She thought for a moment, and then corrected herself. “Leave the woman. I would like to see her with my own eyes. The rest of you,” here she spoke to the group again. “Are to focus on the building. There are many NCR inside there. Take the majority out.” She checked her pip-boy for the time.
“Let’s begin traveling, shall we?”
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That Lucky West Wind (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)Music to her ears.
Something about ending the lives of dissolutes was amazing to her. The way they would eventually be reduced to pleading for their lives was disgusting, and knowing that she could finish them off so easily was empowering. Her men inside the building had everything under control, even though they were outnumbered. A couple of the recruits had been shot down, but by the time she started sending the veterans in she could see progress in their combat position. They were winning.
She went back outside to check on the rest of the men. The recruits had done well in keeping the soldiers outside at bay, and she saw a 1st Recon beret on the ground, besides the body of some scrawny looking boychild. She scooped it up and entered a particularly noisy tent.
“I was starting to wonder if you’d ever show up. The woman is here.” Laelius nodded to her; judging by the blooming bruises on her face it seemed she had received quite a beating from the men in the tent. Valence approached the woman, who was glaring up at her, still prideful despite her situation.
She removed the goggles from her eyes to get a better look. A feminine face, but only if you knew what to look for. Hair as short as hers, and if the Corporal stood she would be much taller than Valence could ever hope to be. A woman serving in an army of mostly men; surrounded by the men in her unit.
She scowled, although no one could see it because of the bandana around her face. “You are an interesting woman.” She stated simply, looking down into dark blue eyes.
Betsy didn’t have anything to say to her, it seemed. She spat at Valence’s feet, not saying a word.
Valence snorted. “It’s your lucky day, Corporal. I’m going to let you out of here alive. You should thank your teammates—they spoke highly of you. So I’d suggest you leave. Now.” She leaned down, their noses almost touching through fabric. “Go, Corporal Betsy. Go and get help, and reconsider your position in this army. It’s difficult to get by as a woman, wouldn’t you agree?”
Betsy’s eyes narrowed, then grew wide. “You’re… you’re a woman.” She whispered, so quiet that she was sure no one else had heard.
“Go.”
She stood back and moved away as Corporal Betsy Addeline tore out of the tent. She must have knocked into one of the other legionaries as she left because she heard a grumbled profligate whore from outside of the tent. She looked to see who had arrived; it was the assassin, with the body of Colonel James Hsu in his arms. It was dumped unceremoniously to the floor.
“Just in time. May I?” She extended a hand to Laelius for his machete and it was handed over without complaint. She went right to work, cutting the man’s head off of his neck, muscles and blood painting the dirt a deep red. It had been a fine day, she thought.
This camp was hers.
That Lucky West Wind (7/7)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-14 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)It took the rest of the evening to get back to the Fort with such a large group of people, and by the time they arrived she was in the mood to do nothing but sleep. But of course, Caesar had her summoned into his tent.
They spoke for ten minutes, and he commented on her actions and commended her efforts. The quiet congratulations and the pat on the shoulder she received from Lucius made her happy she hadn’t gone to bed so soon.
She entered the tent Valence, veteran legionaire and emerged from it Faustus Zephyrus, Centurion.
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“So how did it go?” Vulpes greeted her in the new tent she was given, this one even farther in the camp, at the edge, close to the camp of the Legate.
“Oh shut up, I already know you were watching me the whole time.” She scowled, putting her bag next to the bed, the actual bed that she would be sleeping in. Vulpes was in another one, only a few feet from hers.
“I meant with Caesar, Valence.”
She grimaced, an attempt on her part at a smile. “I’ve done it. I’ve made it to Centurion.” He definitely knew this already since he was in her new tent, but she told him anyway. She showed him the helmet Caesar had given to her, and he nodded in approval.
“Put it on then.” She did as he told and frowned at him.
“Well? How do I look?”
Vulpes snorted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You look respectable.”
Valence looked at him quietly, before replying. “And you look like an idiot. Take those off.” She pointed to the NCR uniform he was still wearing.
Surprisingly enough, he listened, only requesting that she tell him of her conversation with Caesar. They readied themselves for bed, the only light coming from an oil lamp on a small table between them. “Caesar has made me one of the Centurions of this very camp. It’s large enough, and with the new recruits I should have much to look over. Although a part of me suspects that he wants to keep me close for my medical knowledge as well.”
“An understandable choice.”
“Yes. He said I would be assigned my Decanii tomorrow, but for tonight I could sleep on the fact that I am now Faustus Zephyrus, Centurion of Caesar’s Legion.”
Vulpes made an appreciative noise at the name. “You do speak fluent Latin, correct?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then you know the meaning of your name. It fits you.”
Valence rolled her eyes, turning to the other side. “Yes, of course. Goodnight, Vulpes.”
“Goodnight, Valence.”
The light was extinguished.
(If anyone is wondering, Faustus means lucky (favorable, propitious) and Zephyrus is west wind (or western breeze). Yes, the title is a bad reference to That Lucky Old Sun. Please don't kill me. Anywho, I'll be back soon with more of this.)
Re: That Lucky West Wind (7/7)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-16 02:51 am (UTC)(link)