<div class="floatleft">(http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/11/116915/2314805-256x256_axton.jpg)</div><strong>Octavian <br/>Outside the Prospector Saloon</strong><br/><br/>Goodsprings. It was a shit hole. It was also just about as exactly opposite from Fort Hill as it could get. Things had really gone bad this time. At least the Doc that patched him up knew what he was doing. The shrapnel he pulled from his side had not been an encouraging sight and he could still feel the wound when he walked. Still, he was stuck here for a while unless he fancied walking all the way across the wastes to get back on his own. That was not encouraging. If he could endure and return, with knowledge of everything he saw in his journey, Caesar would respect it. For now he was standing outside a 'saloon' while 'Easy Pete' stared at him while he tried to have a cigarette.<br/><br/>He missed the weight of the armour on his right arm of his centurion armour. What a stupid thing to miss. But he missed it. The duster he wore wasn't a bad piece but it wasn't right. The magnum at his side would do its job, but he was living an inferior life without service to the Legion. He almost wished the Powder Gangers would make a move, just so he could kill them and achieve something today. If not, he could always try fuck Sunny Smiles. She seemed like she liked to take it up the ass. Mount her like a bitch. Always had the dog around. Clear sign of a woman that like it that way.<br/><br/>That was more then likely a thought for later on however, for now he was more concerned about the heat that was beating down on him. He'd head back inside soon and have something to drink. They might not have liked him around here, he made no effort to hide he was Legion, but if he did a job they'd pay him all the same. If he wanted to use that pay to purchase drink, well his money was good enough for them too. With his cigarette finished he dropped it to the ground before outing it with his boot. Ooh how he would have rather to have a head under that boot. Preferably Easy Pete's head. But Pete's time would come.