The Courier was running for her very life, not daring to look behind her to see how far her pursuers were from her. Having ran out of ammo, she had no means on her to defend herself and that was an oversight which she normally never made. Of course, she had more than enough ammo to supply one of the smaller NCR camps - but it was back at the Lucky 38.

Not so lucky at the moment, apparently. Terra was cursing the Nelson camp as she ran, hoping her knowledge of the lands were better than that of the Legionaries behind her. She started up the side of a hill, hoping to lose them, letting out soft curses as she slipped on some loose stones. It didn't help that her adrenaline was pounding through her veins; the fear she had was also ripping her stamina away. Normally she could keep a good pace for a while, but in this case, it was near impossible.

It wasn't that Terra wasn't used to having various people or beasts after her; hell, sometimes she stalked for fun. It DID get boring in the Wastes after all and one needed something to do to occupy time. But having the Legion after you, knowing they were slavers and all tended to make things slightly more dire. If you got caught, you were either killed, crucified to a slow agonizing death or made a slave - which also led to a different kind of slow, agonizing death. None of those options were good for Terra so she ran as if a hoard of Deathclaws were closing in.

"Damn!" She got out as her foot slipped on something and she fell to her knee, taking in a sharp breath of air as she skinned it. Regaining her footing, she kept moving up toward the top of the hill, knowing if she got to the summit, she could instantly decide the best route to lose the jerks on her tail. At the moment, she was still in Legion territory: close to Techatticup Mine but closer to the abandoned Brotherhood of Steel Bunker. Knowing a hiding place close by it, that was where Terra was currently heading for. Anything was better than heading back towards Nelson, though she'd have to cut close to GET to the BOS Bunker.

Still, any port in a storm would do, especially to get away from the Slavers.

-earlier-

"So you're sitting here doing nothing, which is Caesars 'great plan' to intimidate Forlorn Hope? That's what you're saying? What a Leader..." Terra had asked the Legionary Decanus in charge of Nelson, trying to keep a grin off her lips.

"It is Caesar's rule and I do not question it, Profligate. Now, if you value your life, you'll leave."

Terra, even knowing she was in the lions den, took things one step further. It's how she'd always been. Pushing the line, seeing how far she could go... nothing new to her. "Hm. Seems you need help with Forlorn Hope more than anything. Do you WANT help? Wouldn't be that much trouble for me to take care of them for you. Just have to say please." She picked some dirt from under her fingernail as she spoke in a semi-tired tone.

"Talk is cheap, Profligate, but if you think you can clear out the Camp, feel free. Return to me once you accomplish it. IF you accomplish it." He chuckled coldly and Terra nodded. "Be back soon, then."

She had only gotten about 10 yards away from the Barracks in which the leader was staying when she heard him summon some of his men. "Get her and take her to the Fort. GO!"

Terra took off without bothering to look back. She didn't know what his problem was but, being part of the Legion - and a high ranking part at that - she knew he meant nothing good by his commands.

-present time-

She was right at the top of the hill - which in retrospect seemed more like a very small mountain - and was about to take in where she was when a giant radscorpion appeared out of seemingly no where. It scared the hell out of the girl, who let out a yell and scrambled backwards. Doing so caused her to trip over her own feet and sent her falling down the way she'd come, the world spinning unrecognisably.

With an 'oof!', she landed up against an unforgiving rock and slowly sat up, wincing at the pain from her fall. Least she was alive. "Stupid radscorp..." She hissed, slowly getting to her feet while checking herself to make sure nothing was broken or sprained. Tasting blood, Terra realized she'd bit the inside of her lip on the way down but nothing severe. Good. She still had to figure out where the Legion boys were, avoid them, get back to New Vegas and then deal with Benny.

Prick wasn't going to get away with attempting to murder her, after all.

Once the dizziness left her, Terra looked around for the Legionaries but saw nothing so she made her way back up the hill/mountain deal and, grateful to not see any radscorpions or Legion freaks, she headed toward the BOS Bunker. Any port in a storm, after all, and there was nothing but a storm about to break around her at any moment.

It took a good 30 minutes to get to where the Bunker was; slower than normal since it turned out that she HAD twisted her ankle a bit during her trip down the hillside, but she finally made it. Letting out a sigh of relief, the Courier started looking for the hidden mini cave she'd found before on her travels. It wasn't too far from her location and at least she'd be safe from wandering Legionairies.

As she passed a familiar boulder, Terra was about to let a grin of relief touch her lips when she was grabbed violently. "Caught ya!" She heard the triumphant voice behind her and she started to struggle to no avail. Bastard could have waited til the morning when she would have been rested up some.

"Let me GO, you bastard!" She hissed but all movement ceased as a Legionary casually strolled in front of her. Raising her eyes, Terra met the Slaver's, who smiled emotionlessly.

"Nice little chase you led us on. It's over now, Slave. We have our orders from Dead Sea to transport you to the Fort and await his next orders." He looked over Terra's shoulder, "Collar the bitch."

The Courier really struggled then, her tiredness and pain all but forgotten, but it was pointless as she was thrown to the ground and kicked in the stomach hard. Terra had fetaled up, trying to catch her breath - and it was then she felt the collar put on her neck, tight enough to where it was painful to draw breath, much less move her neck.

"Get up, Slave. We have a ways to go." Came the cruel voice and she was jerked to her feet by her hair and forced to walk - now a prisoner of the Legion.