A lesson in Vigilance and Attitude
The day was hot, but in the Mojave that was not entirely uncommon. At times it became difficult to tell if there was any change in season here, especially the summers that had both sides of the warm praying the other would die of heat stroke. That was one of those days down at Cottonwood Cove, where Nero had been station since being brought out to the territory some years ago. Where he has failed to make any rank higher than recruit, seemingly on purpose despite his skills on the few scouting missions he had been asked to join in or the unofficialĀ āreconā he made traders and near profligate settlements for contraband items.
At the moment his skills were not what were in question, it was his behavior. even as a child Nero found the amusement of boyish pranks and jokes far to appealing to pass up. Many were harmless but the Legion was still firm and strict and he had over time learn to turn the crying from the lashings into a laugh. Today however the Decanus, or perhaps it was the Centurion who Nero did theĀ āreconā for, was feeling kinder and instead simply had in go through more training. Having he work from the previous evening well into morning and now finally late afternoon was to could rest. Collapsing to the ground to lay on his back as he tried to regain control of his breathing, pleased to have the break and already imagining what he will now do with the relaxation time.
UnfortunatelyĀ for Nero, unbeknownst to him, other arrangements had been made and certainly not the first of itās kind. Soon his idle fantasies of swimming, sleeping, and eating would be nothing more as someone would come to interrupt them in attempts to improve is lacking enthusiasm and better position him as a useful body to the Legion.Ā
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