The Courier bowed her head in thanks as Caesar handed her the commemorative coin made in her honor. "This is an honor, truly Caesar." she said " However, I was hoping for a more...Interactive reward."

"Oh?" asked Caesar, lifting his eyebrow. He couldn't decide if he was intrigued or offended. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Specifically?" she started "Rank. I want to be an official member of the Legion. None of that honorary bullshit. I want to have a real, active, and permanent role in this army, along with all the perks and penalty's that come with it."

For a moment there was complete silence.

"Legionaries are trained from childhood" Caesar finally said flatly, "and if I'm not mistaken your just a bit past that point of your life."

"Really?" She replied coolly, as she flipped the coin in the air and caught it. "How many of the Legionaries you trained as children did you send to kill Mr. House? Or destroy his underground bunker? Was your Dead Sea the one who wiped out all of the degenerates at Forlorn Hope? Or assassinated President Kimbell? How many did it take to dispose of the Brotherhood of Steel? And which of your Frumentarii did you send to get the White Glove Society on your side? How about killing General Oliver? Which of your Centurions was responsible for that? Or, my personal favorite, saving your life...which of your cutting edge physicians did that, hm?" The venom could be felt in her every word.

"You insolent-" Ceasar began, but stoped himself. Every word she said was true. He knew it and everyone in the Legion knew it. He couldent lose his composure, not here, not because of this woman. What kind of message would that send? So he began again, "You raise some valid points...but what kind of message would it send if I awarded a posision of power to a degenerate?"

"What kind of message would it send that a "degenerate", and not a legionnaire, was able to do all the things Ive done?" she retorted.

Caesar squirmed in his chair. The Courier continued, "Lets stop the bullshit. This isn't about my being a "degenerate", or my not being raised in the Legion...You don't want to give me a seat of power because I am a woman."

And there it was. "Its true..." Caesar finally said "You would be the first woman to hold a...real position of power in the Legion. What sort of impact do you think that would have?"

She stood quiet for a moment, looking around the camp at all the faces watching intently. Finally, looking back at Caesar, she spoke. "If your asking if I'm trying to lead some kind of feminist uprising, then the answer is no. I supported the Legion, and all its endeavors, because I believe in its values...the survival of the strong...And have I not proven myself strong? You once told me that before he was made Legate Lanius had his face torn off and killed all the men of his tribe...I was shot in the head and brought two army's to their knees...What does that entitle me to?"

The moment of silence that followed was soon breached by an unexpected sound, laughter. Caesar began to laugh, nervously at first but then in true amusement. No one else made a sound, fearful of what in particular he was laughing at. Finally he caught his breath and spoke. "Heh, Id heard about your speech skills but fuck..." he sighed, "Alright, youve made your point. After all you've done Ive say you've earned...what? Centurion?"

"Actually I was thinking more along the lines of Leader of the Praetorian." The Courier replied.

"Hahaha!" Caesar began laughing again, this time almost madly "You do realize that would put you in the third highest rank in the Legion, don't you?"

"I would be content with fighting Lucius for it." She replied calmly.

"Fuck no...no, no...Just take it..." he said as he waved his hand dismissively, as if he were giving away something old and of no importance. Lucius, however, stood horrified in the corner, unable to make himself speak.

"Very well," she said and bowed "I thank you for this great honor...but let it be known that I would have fought Lucius for it. I will fight anyone who challenges my worth and my entitlement to this rank."

"I'm sure you would..." replied Caesar "But for now begone...I have a nation to run!"

And with that, the Courier, a woman, stood to inheret the rank of Legate and, eventually, Caesar.

But first she had a little visit to pay to a certain arena overseer...

Yup. That's right...the whole reason for my Legion play-through was to prove myself to the douche-bag who ran the arena...only I didn't. Turns out even if your idolized by the Legion the jerk still wont let you fight in the arena 'cause your a woman. I guess this is what I wanted my Legion ending to be...

Well I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

P.S. I might make a Vulpes or Lanius romance if any ones interested...