บท 625: Bad omen
Afton crouches over General Oliver and slowly turns his head to survey the area, making sure Oliver knows he isn't even close to a threat to him, so much so that he could turn his back and still be completely fine.
General Oliver himself just sucks in erratic breaths, wondering how he'd get out of this alive... All of his men were dead, and he was now at the mercy of someone he'd offended on many fronts, especially with that botched assassination on Daisy-whats-her-name. "W-w-wait... I-I can pa-"
Afton spits on the floor next to the Generals feet and grins, "Funny to find you here, General. Woulda thought you'd be at the Dam fighting with your men... Strange how you've ended up here, huh?" He shakes his head in mock exasperation.
"You know, I am very tempted to just kill you here and now." Afton states, causing Oliver to pale and whimper slightly. "But. Killing you wouldn't feel right, especially with what awaits you back West... How do you think the people will react to the cowardly, dishonourable General who allowed Kimball to die, and the Dam to fall? How would they react to you, being the only survivor out of the entire army stationed there?" he questions.
Oliver's breath halts as he imagines the NCR's reaction, wondering if they'd actually lynch him, or just imprison him for life? Would it actually be better to die here than to return?
Afton nods with a small smile at the General's conflicted expression. "Yeah, that's what I thought... To be honest, I kinda wanna see how far they're willing to go to punish a traitor. So, I think I'll personally deliver you to their doorstep." he says while standing, "But first, let's make sure you aren't able to run away. Wouldn't want to disappoint your new fans, right?"
*Crack!*
The General screams in pain as Afton crushes his knee caps with a couple stomps, completely crippling his legs. He'd either need extensive surgery from the best doctors very soon, or many cybernetic additions to allow him to walk again... None of which would be provided, as he'd probably just get crippled against once he got back to New California.
"Well, you enjoy that General, I'll be off then, still got things to do and people to maim..." Afton says before excusing himself with a small wave.
He quickly arrives back at the Think Tank after his troops had taken General Oliver into custody. He'd have the man teleported into the NCR capital once the population had heard of his cowardice. But first, Afton had to visit another prisoner...
He heads down to the cells and stops in front of a sickly-looking bald old man. He was lying on the bed hooked up to life support, though, no pain killers were provided to ease his suffering. Caesar, the real one, looks over to Afton and scowls. "Back here to mock me further?... Well? Take a good look, I doubt I'll last longer than a month..." he growls out, now obviously aware that Afton had lied about curing his cancer.
Afton shrugs, "You're right, I am here to mock you, but not about your cancer." he says while entering the cell and clicking his fingers to summon Glados. He sits next to Caesar's bed and watches as Glados drone floats in front of them and begins projecting a video onto the wall.
Caesar's eyes widen as he's greeted by an eager eye view of Hoover Dam, along with his army that was charging towards it. "The battle has already begun?" he anxiously questions, not knowing if their forces were good enough, nor if his troop's morale would hold with him gone.
The duo just silently watch as the battle progresses, explosion annihilating the charging Legionaries, but not managing to completely hold them back. Caesar was on the edge of his seat, wondering if there was something he could do to assist his men.
"Do you want to help them?" Afton asks with a toothy grin.
Caesar unconsciously nods, "Yes."
...
"Pfft, well too bad! This is a recording of the battle! It's already over! Both the NCR and Legion were annihilated, leaving the Dam in my care... You don't mind that, do you Cece?... Cessle?" Afton laughs, having to back away as Caesar sits up and tries to grab him.
"Y-YOU! YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING I HAVE BUILT! AND YOU DARE MOCK ME TO MY FACE!? I'LL HAVE YOU CASTRATED, LIT ON FIRE, FED TO BEASTS!!!" Caesar roars in a rage, having to be restrained by the robotic bed before he can disconnect himself from life support.
"Hahahahaha! And that's not even the best part, Caesar!" Afton laughs and gestures at the projector which was now displaying... Caesar, giving a speech to defeated and exhausted-looking Legionaries.
They seem to have caught the clone halfway through the speech, fake-Caesar abruptly stops and looks towards the camera with a dull expression, as if waiting for direction. Afton glances at Glados drone and nods, "Do it."
The Caesar clone nods at the camera and looks back at the crowds, "I-I cannot go on like this. I have failed... The Legion, has failed... Our defeat at the Battle of Hoover Dam was just the beginning. Our reign now comes to an end, and there isn't anything we can do to stop it... MY LEGIONARIES! I ASK YOU FOR FORGIVENESS, I HAVE LIED TO YOU ALL!" the clone loudly announces before drawing a revolver from its holster and holding it against his temple.
"ONLY DESTRUCTION AWAITS THE LEGION! I BEG YOU ALL!... FOR FORGIVENESS!" fake Caesar shouts at the top of his lungs as Legionaries attempt to take the gun away.
*Bang!*
The clone fires his weapon, killing himself instantly and causing all those who were watching to shout in shocked despair and fear. Their almighty leader had just announced the death of their nation before committing suicide! If that wasn't a bad omen, then what was!?
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บท 626: Politicking
The real Caesar watches with wide eyes as his clone commits suicide after announcing the death of the Legion. He robotically turns to face Afton, the man who'd orchestrated all of this. He grits his teeth hard enough to bleed from his gums and trembles from the sheer rage he was experiencing. "I do not think any words could describe the hate I feel for you. I would be willing to castrate myself, just for a chance to take my revenge... You... You've destroyed everything I've worked for..."
Afton chuckles, ignoring Caesar's cold-rage, "Hahaha! Did you see that? You blew your own brains out!" he wipes a stray tear from his eye, "Man... I wonder how the Legion will react to that... I do know one thing though... Your legacy, it's ruined... Even if the Legion survives this, and I don't end up destroying it eventually. You will always be remembered as that crazy founder who blew his brains out after begging for forgiveness." he states with crossed arms.
Caesar just continues to glare at Afton, not willing to give him an inch. This was the only control Caesar had anymore... He doubted he'd even be able to commit suicide without Afton or one of his subordinates interfering...
To be honest, he felt helpless. His cancer was getting worse, causing him agonizing migraines almost every second of the day which stopped him from thinking straight. He was confined in this small cell all day every day, with minimal contact from the outside world... The only people he really spoke to was that robot called Glados, which continually mocked him at every moment, or Afton, who'd bring along the worst news with him.
Shaking his head and trying to restrain himself from crying, screaming, going berserk, or whatever else his fractured mind was tempted to do. He simply slumps back into his bed and refuses to look at Afton, not replying to his questions, not even acknowledging his existed. He'd just wait here to die, spiting Afton in the process.
Afton upon seeing Caesar not engaging with him anymore just shrugs his shoulders and stands, "Alright. Guess the old man has had enough and gotten grumpy. I get it... Oh, by the way, I don't know who did it, but someone decided to drop a couple nukes in the East... Just wanted to let you know." he says before closing the cell door and leaving.
Once Afton leaves Caesar to his own devices, he decides to take a small break and see everyone's reaction to the battle was... He kicks his feet up in the Sink and turns the radio on, turning it to Mr New Vegas station.
"*Bzztch!*nd would you have it, we've received many called from hundreds of viewers around the Mojave, giving their own two cents-er, two caps, to the recent battle that took place over at the Hoover Dam... Reports have been rather... Unreliable. But from official reports, it seems that neither the NCR, nor the Legion managed to take the Dam... But first, let's hear some thoughts from our listeners... Oh, you're on the air, Mr. Easy Pete was it?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's what they call me... Listen, those o' you that're worried about who won, or who lost. If yall're so scared of the outcome, why not just leave the Mojave for a more peaceful life. I can tell ya' that I thought about it myself more times than I'd like'ta admit." the older man says.
"I think we can all agree to that kind of thought Mr. Easy Pete, but a great many of our listeners have families and careers that keep them here. What would you say to them?" Mr. New Vegas politely retorts.
"Well, I'll just tell it how it is. If the NCR won that fight, you'll be fine, except for those taxes that'll pick ya' pockets... As for the Legion? You best run, they'll enslave your wife and daughters, force your husbands and sons into their armies... And that's the best-case scenario, see..." the man gravely states.
"Hm, a worrisome prediction, Mr. Easy Pete. Oh, apologies but we've just received an update from a reliable source that... Our own Mr. House along with the new faction known as Bulwark had worked together to take control of the Hoover Dam? Oh! We're receiving a call from the very man himself! Ladies and gentlemen, this will be the first time ever that anyone has had the chance to interview Mr. House!" Mr. New Vegas excitedly says, only causing Afton to laugh.
Mr. New Vegas was a creation of Mr House, an AI radio host. Most weren't aware of its origins, and it made sure not to outwardly address its bias either, so as to make it seem like Mr. New Vegas was a reliable, unbias distributor of news among the Mojave.
"Hello?" Mr. House's familiar voice asks over the radio.
"Yes! Mr. House, you are live on air. I extend to you the warmest welcome the Mojave has to offer... And while I have so many questions I want to ask, I think it would be best if we stuck to the topic at hand... What are your thoughts on the situation over at the Hoover Dam, and are the reports of your involvement true?"
Mr. House lets out a charming chuckle, "Well Mr. New Vegas, I am both happy and saddened to inform you that yes, I was forced to take action during the Battle of Hoover Dam, as some have coined it... For what reason was I required to act? Well, I stumbled across many unfortunate underhanded dealings committed by the NCR, who had been planning to subvert and take control of New Vegas, which as you know, is my personal and private property."
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