Reeva continued walking as she made her way into the town. She continued on with the description of the Legion, and there affairs while keeping a sense of awareness of her surroundings. “During my time in service as a Ranger, I’ve had a number of run ins with the group. Many of them were violent, a few were just incredibly tense moments. Of those few I got a good look at them. The sort of look beyond the propaganda garbage you’re fed. Enough to form your own opinion.”
She snorted as she turned down a street and pushed past a bear talking with a cat.
“It’s… disappointing to be honest. They represent humanity in a state of being sheep following the Shephard with the bell because the wolves are far greater in number, and hungry. It’s a fair thought however, if you’re a tribe that’s constantly being assaulted by raiders, and other tribes. Where the gene pool becomes so terribly stagnant that you father is also your brother.”
She glanced back to her new companion looking him in the eye. “This isn’t even me being presumptuous. It’s a thing.”
She turns back around and keeps walking.
“The legion does provide those tribes a few things they lack. Protection, a larger gene pool so the troubles of inbreeding diminished, along with the scarcity of food. However, with it comes it’s own set of problems. Their understanding of the world is limited to the wisdom of a hunter-gatherer nature. It’s not bad, and it’s wiser than 90% of the wasteland. But at the same time, knowing the general concept of how water evaporates to become rain is considered to be a level of intelligence above average with the Legion.”
She then paused looking up to an abandoned suit of BOS armor. She recognized a number of the dings, it appears that she had met the owner earlier… and she left it… in the open. Charming. Reeva sighed and shook her head slowly.
“Continuing on that notion… ninety percent of them do not actually know what the word ‘profligate’ actually means but they use it as an insult. Of the ten percent left, six percent of that knows the meaning, but do not know the proper use case. The word is both an adjective and a noun, but when used as a noun you’re calling people whores. Which, I might add, is a case of pure irony when you look at the Legion life style. So! Of the four percent left… they not only use the word correctly, but they’re not hypocrites about it. BUT WAIT! Hold on! Let's take a look at what their society is based on! The ROMAN EMPIRE! The largest military faction who met their doom in a crisis of debt. They weren't very big on making money, but they certainly were big on religion. And one that's not as batshit insane as the Children of the Atom. That religion plainly stated that a whoring is sex before marriage. And a Bastard is the product of two unmarried parents. So with that in mind… you now have an idea of what the Legion –REALLY- is. Not from the mind of a NCR Ranger. From the mind of a person who had to ************ deal with them face to face. Ninety-Seven percent hypocrites with logic as fallacious as a brick house floating in the ocean. And to put this into context... a re-known military made of a majority of whores and bastards. Not like the NCR is any better, at least were're somewhat honest with ourselves.”
She then snorts as she takes a seat at an outdoor bar, and begins to dig through her bags. She pulls out... a healthy looking kitten and hands it to the meanest looking dude at that establishment. The man seemed to have made some sort of girly squee and hugged this precious feline after offering up her payment. It seemed her bounty was tracking down a group this man owed some caps too, and recover his feline companion they stole. A touching ordeal... one that Reeva could understand and was willing to do such a dangerous job for... 15 caps.
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