The East PacificBoard

"Patrolling the east almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter."

Said Lombardo, a man roughly in his thirties, adored in his military uniform that decleared his allegiance to the NCR, a uniform that blended well with the savanna like surroundings.

"Like you'd stand living in the snow. Its wet, sticks to you and soaks you like a wet towel. Im from the mountains, trust me when i say it, its s*it."

Responded a guy not to far from him, his name Erletto, in his twenties, adoring the same uniform as him, although his accent slightly different from Lombardo's. Lombardo would merely sigh, shaking his head as he grabbed a pair of binoculars.

"At least you can warm it up and drink it... ill tell ya, when someone finds a way to make water out of sand, ill stop being nihilistic."

Lombardo responded back, putting the pair of binoculars infront of his eyes and looking out twoards the empty land. Erletto would merely chuckle, scratching his chin as he spoke.

"Did i forget to mention its freezing. You wouldn't stand it after having your b*lls get froz-"

It is then that Erletto would be interupted as Lombardo shouted, his tone much more on edge than his usual monotone self.

"The f*ck is that!"

Erletto would be slightly startled, looking at Lombardo as he walked closer to him, trying to look at the direction he was.

"What is it? Some kind of mutant?"

"No... Its the Legion..."

Lombardo responded, handing Erletto the binoculars. Erletto would take them, a confused expression on his face as he spoke.

"The Legion? So what? They hang around in these parts all the time, aint the first nor the last time we've seen the-HOLY S*IT WHAT THE F*CK ARE THEY DOING!?!?"

Erletto watched in pure shock at what was happening. Legion troops, adoring their usual Natinesque military armour, administrating what seems to be slaves, slaves who where constructing a structure, setting up tents and digging trenches around it. This was no usual Legion camp that the NCR was used to seeing, this was a threat, a threat being constructed dangerously close to the border.

"Get the radio, contact General Erich Schugel now, we have to report the Legion's activity!"

Lombardo would say, looking twoards the Legion's direction with a stern, though slightly worried, expression on his face. Erletto would look at him in silence for a solid few seconds, before nodding and turning to run twoards their unceremonius carriage, hopping onto it and shifting trought radio signals until finally making contact with the HQ. In a dire and alarmed tone of voice, Erletto would begin speaking into the microphone.

"HQ! HQ! This is lieutenant Erletto Garazzi of the Point Rigiorno patrol squad. We have urgent news for general Erich Schugel! I repeat, urgent news for general Erich Schugel!"