Making a Fan Fiction from a frumentarii perspective. LMK what you think.

I'm going to start writing a New Vegas fan fiction. Here's a sample I am one of Lord Caesar's frumentarii and I always get the job done… in this instance my assignment was to assasinate the President of the New California Republic. No easy task… but a challenge I willingly accepted. I arrived at the Hoover Dam clad in the patrol armor, campaign hat, and authority sunglasses taken off a Ranger I had killed 1 week prior who was off looking for Brotherhood of Steel hideouts. I arrived 1 hour prior to when President Kimball was set to arrive at. Security was tight NCR rangers with .44 lever action rifles and soldiers with standard 5.56 service rifles all around. One of them with a dog almost made me out, but I played the part well and no one seemed to question anything. The one with the eyepatch Grant gave me a funny look but the man's half blind so I didn't think much of it. I looked around looking for a good vantage point, I had brought the perfect tools for the job an Anti Material Rifle fitted with a suppressor and loaded with explosive tipped .50 BMG rounds and a Silenced .308 Sniper with Match grade ammunition. Both silent but deadly to anyone on the other end. I also brought along a silenced .45 auto from my recent trip to Zion canyon for close encounters. I saw the perfect position to take the shot from one of the towers… one problem there was a ranger covering the area. I climbed up the area as the ranger said "hey aren't you supposed to be making sure nobody comes up —" as the word here was about to leave his mouth I charged at him and knocked him off the tower watching to make sure nobody saw anything. A call came through the radio on a table "Jameson is everything alright?" In a improvised Southern accent I replied "Yeah Grant everything is just fine up here, just running low on Coyote tobacco chew". Grant radioed back "your lucky a lucky bastard you can chew up there, I gotta keep myself presentable for the President, anyway watch out for anyone who looks suspicious" The profligate was completely unaware of my infiltration, perfect. While the Legion decrees drug use, I've always believed due to it being a naturally occuring substance Caesar wouldn't care. I put some chew into my mouth to help me relax and take the edge off, the feeling of relaxation and a slight head rush put my mind at ease. I preceded to set my Anti Material Rifle with its bipod preeched on the edge of the tower. I suddenly heard the sound of humming in the distance as a machine with 2 propellers whizzed by. I believe these are those vertibirds I've only heard stories about. Never seen one in person before, but there's a first time for everything. The vertibird landed and as Kimball walked out, 2 figures in trench coats with glowing red eyes stood at his sides. "Oh shit" I whispered almost a little too loud than I would've liked. I've never actually encountered a veteran ranger in my 7 years as a frumentarii, I've never feared profligate soldier before even the regular rangers… but the appearance of these ones each with a .45-70 revolver on their hip was enough to make me notice the pool of tobacco spit on the ridge. But I can't let myself get carried away. The president stepped on stage along with his guards. To make the assassination have more shock value, I wanted to let him give the speech, only for the profligates to see their leader killed right before their very eyes. The speech went on, I held my breath as I thought the speech ended. Suddenly I heard "Okay, let's get the fuck out of here. What the hell are you waiting for – do you think I want to get shot? Let's go." It was almost as if he knew his fate… as the word go left his mouth an explosive .50 BMG round left my Anti Material rifle. Kimball, his veteran ranger guards, and Private Watson all lay lifeless and in pieces on the stage. The NCR rangers providing security weren't alerted to a thing. As the rangers started fumbling about in shock over the event that just transpired, I pulled put my silenced match .308 loaded Sniper Rifle to kill off the rest of them. Round after round into the rangers, only 2 managed to fire back… it didn't help them in the end. Despite some of them being the NCR's finest, the shock of seeing their leader killed before their very eyes affected their combat performance. I could've just walked away with no bloodshed, no one would've questioned an NCR ranger walking off… but I killed each and every NCR ranger.


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