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Northern Italia<br/>
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<i>A warm breeze filled the command tent, a firm reminder that <i>Legio I Germanica was home, in the heart of the Empire. Yet they do not come home to celebrate nor parade through the streets of Roma. No, the Gods seek to play a cruel trick upon the Legio and her young commander. A group of slaves and northern barbarians have taken up arms and now hide themselves, all the while attacking legionaries and their commanders. Usually, the local garrisons could put down small uprisings, but this was entirely different. The threat was dire enough for Emperor Tiberius to recall a legion from Germania, yet it was not a random choice. Legio<i> I Germanica was an old legion, well, in the terms of its service in the Empire. Great Ceaser founded the legion to aid him in winning the civil war, and this he did. Fortuna smiled upon him, and so she smiles upon the legions who fought with him. <br/>
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Marcus would not fail in her gaze, and all in his camp felt the same. They'd traveled to the very boundaries of civilization and survived, these slaves were nothing compared to the warriors  in the far north. Or, most of the men thought. But the young commander realized that this Rebellion could be the worst since that of Spartacus, perhaps even worse. It would take all twelve-thousand brave Romans to win, and yet so many would have to perish in order to achieve victory. Yet, Marcus did not think things need end in a blood bath. He stood silently over a map of Italia, pondering his next move. Should he travel toward the Alps? It was the most plausible and safest location for the Rebels to make their camp. Or perhaps he should head South? Await the two eastern legions the Emperor promised him? No, the rebellion needed to be cut quickly before it spread like a cancer to the rest of the Empire.<br/>
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His thoughts were interrupted when three of his Centurions passed through the tent flaps, and stood at attention. "Report." One of the Centurions stepped forward and begins to speak, quickly and clearly "Sir, all patrols have returned. No casualties." This was an oddity. Often, patrols were hassled and one or two men usually ended up dead or injured. Yet, nothing happened. This break in normality could only mean one thing, and Marcus knew it well. "Double the guards on our armories and supply wagons. Have the rest of the men settle in for the night, but they sleep in their armor. Send my guards to patrol the grounds." The Centurions looked at each other for a moment, before one asked "Sir, wouldn't that leave you exposed?" Looking up from his table, he smiles "Yes, that's the point. If they come after me, then I know they are well supplied and have capable leadership. If they go ahead and attack our supplies, they are in dire straits." <br/>
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"But what if they do come for you Sir?" A deep chuckle pases the commanders lips, before he replies "I'll handle them. It will be a small force, four at the most in that case. Not to mention I only need call and I can have thousands of men ready to protect me." The older Centurions knew their commander all to well. Arrogant, but with the tactical expertise to back it up. Yet he was still inspirational, often leading in the front. Sword and Shield were his friend, but his mind was his real weapon. He strived to spill as little blood as he could, he saw it as a waste of Roman Blood. Yet he had little love of those who struck at the Empire. Even the slaves, he owned none of his own and often had a strong opinion that went against that of many Romans. They still threatened the peace, and would be put down. <br/>
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"You may leave now, you have your orders." The men reluctantly left the tent, but they had enough trust in their commander to leave him alone. All there was for him to do now was wait, and he knew it wouldn't be long before the Rebels made there move. </i></i></i><br/>
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