It's a post-apocalyptic scrap for dominance and supremacy as some of modern science fiction's most terrible armies collide! The Peacekeepers, the military branch of Panem that enforces its strict system with unflinching and fanatic cruelty and efficiency, will face off against Caesar's Legion, a band of vicious soldiers who have unleashed a campaign of conquest and terror all over the western United States! Nothing is off limits as these two forces face off to determine who is...
THE DEADLIEST WARRIOR!!!
The Peacekeepers are a group of military police stationed throughout the nation of Panem. Trained and raised in District 2, the Peacekeepers employ brutal tactics and torture to regulate control. Often needlessly executing those deemed unfit by the Capital, the Peacekeepers are nonetheless an efficient method of controlling the population with fear and suppression. After Katniss Everdeen inspires a general uprising the Peacekeepers are employed in a desperate measure to restore control across the land. Their sheer brutality stems the tide of the rebel assaults, but eventually Katniss' leadership and the overwhelming public sentiment against the Capital leads to the defeat of the Peacekeeping forces and an end to the civil war.
- Melee - Shock Baton: A steel, 12-inch baton with an electrified tip. The baton can be extended to a length of 24-inches.
- Pistol - Vector CP-1: A 9mm semi-automatic pistol with a 13-round box magazine.
- Submachine Gun - FN P90: An FN 5.27mm fully automatic submachine gun with a 50-round box magazine. The P90 has a rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute and an effective range of 200 meters.
- Rifle - FN F2000: A 5.56 fully automatic assault rifle with a 30-round magazine and a telescopic scope. The F200 has a rate of fire of 850 rounds per minute and an effective range of 500 meters.
- Special - Flamethrower: A small, portable flamethrower. It has a short range of 20 meters, does not utilize a tank, and shoots fire.
Caesar's Legion is a nomadic army composed of slaves and warriors conquered by Caesar. Raised since children to be brutal and efficient warriors, Caesar's Legion has begun a campaign of conquest all across the western United States. Having arrived in the territory of the NCR, Caesar's Legion has begun a guerilla campaign of sabotage, raiding, and skirmishes to weaken the NCR for another attempt at invasion. With the aid of a lone courier, Caesar's Legion could overrun the NCR forces at the Second Battle of the Hoover Damn and enforces its militaristic way of life on all in the Mojave.
- Melee - Machete: A steel cutting weapon with a wooden handle and a 12-inch steel blade meant for hacking vegetation.
- Pistol - 12.7mm Pistol: A 12.7mm semi-automatic pistol with a seven-round magazine.
- Submachine Gun - 10mm Submachine Gun: A 10mm fully automatic submachine gun with a 30-round box magazine. The 10mm has a rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute and an effective range of
right in front of you if you're lucky100 meters.
- Rifle - Assault Carbine: A 5.56 NATO fully automatic assault rifle with a 24-round box magazine. The Assault Carbine has a rate of fire of 700 rounds per minute and an effective range of 400 meters.
- Special - Stealth Boy: A small, wrist-watchlike device that can be utilized to grant near invisibility for 2 minutes. Rather than actual invisibility, the Stealth Boy generates a modulating field that transmits the reflected light from one side of an object to the other, making a person much harder to notice.
Peacekeepers / X-Factor / Caesar's Legion
90 / Brutality / 90
Both forces willingly and regularly target civilians without hesitation. The Peacekeepers regularly utilize public scare tactics like whippings and executions, while also displaying a willingness to attack civilian targets such as hospitals or the entirety of District 12. Caesar's Legion has slaughtered entire towns with crucifixions and beheadings, as well as utilizing slave labor and gladiatorial matches for sport.
75 / Training / 75
Peacekeepers are primarily composed of citizens from District 2, who's sole purpose is to train and raise their children to become soldiers for Panem. Due to this, their training regime is efficient and enforces a strict sense of devotion to the Capitol. Caesar's Legion likewise trains its soldiers from birth, but with much harsher methods to ensure only the strongest become members of the Legion. While this tends to produce much stronger warriors, they also emphasize melee and close quarters combat to a degree that it brings down an otherwise solid score.
60 / Combat Experience / 90
Peacekeeprs act primarily as a police force, with little experience outside of putting down civilians or hunting the occasional rebel down. Once the Second Civil War started, the Peacekeepers showed a surprising degree of efficiency and talent in holding back the rebel invaders and likely could've dragged out and won the war without the propaganda machine going against it. Caesar's Legion, as a nomadic army first, has spent its entire military lifetime in combat and war. They've conquered countless smaller tribes of settlers and savages, and continue to wage a guerilla-style war against the NCR.
90 / Logistics / 70
Peacekeepers, as the most important district in Panem aside from the Capitol itself, are likewise supplied with the utmost state-of-the-art arms and ammunition. A large portion of the crops produced by Panem likewise go to District 2, making them a relatively healthy body of soldiers. Caesar's Legion not only has to scavenge for its ammunition and arms, but actually abstains from using them until legionnaires obtain a high enough rank. Although they do have a stronghold, the Fort, the majority of the army is utilized to spread terror around the Mojave and thus does not have as much access to its consolidated resources.
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- There will be one Peacekeeper with a flamethrower and one Legionnaire with a stealth boy.
- The fight will be six Peacekeepers against six members of Caesar's Legion.
- The Situation: The Peacekeepers are holding a defensive position in an urban city, where the Caesar's Legion springs a surprise attack. Although the written battle it will be a larger group, for the sake of this match it is a six-v-six fight.
“Listen – what if Kamala actually doesn’t win California and it actually ends up going to Yang. I’m just saying, take that with how he handled COVID in 2020 as Secretary of-”
Beast throws up his hands in exhaustion as Cfp, clad in a long-sleeved maroon t-shirt, rambles on. “Enough Cfp! We are not re-litigating the Byrd timeline anymore! Pressley won the primary, give it up!”
He looks around, fidgeting in the comfortable silence. Beast raises an eyebrow, and nods at a black and red folder. “Thinking about coming out of retirement again?”
“I’ve given it some thought.” Cfp says, with a noticeably noncommittal shrug. “As much as I love Ice-T Puppy Incorporated, we’re not nearly as productive as I’d like.”
“Still can’t believe you sold us out for a cushy corporate job.”
“Good God, you’re almost as bad as-”
Cfp smirks and gulps back the rest of his beer. He stands and picks up the empty cider bottle Beast had been drinking from, dropping both in the recycling bin by his desk. Cracking his neck, Beast also rises and reaches for his green hoodie. He pulls it over his body before offering his hand to Cfp.
“It’s been nice catching up, but I’ve got a bureau meeting to go to.”
The former bureau lets out a chuckle as he returns the gesture. “That’s something I haven’t missed about this place. The private sector is somehow much more relaxing.”
The pair laugh, Cfp opening the door for Beast. The latter walks out, nodding his head towards the blonde teenager at the desk. Just as he gets to the elevator, two men in all white armor and black helmets barge forward.
“Stay where you are sir.”
Cfp walks out of his office as Beast and his assistant back away from the Peacekeepers. “What the hell is going on?” The soldiers give a hasty salute at Cfp, before one of the approaches. “Sir, a swarm of hostiles are attacking the building right now. We’ve been ordered to keep you here for safety.”
Cfp barks orders as they walk into his office, taking a position looking out the window to the White Collar district. “We’ll need more guards. Beast and I will be fine for the moment, hurry up and get us out of here.”
The Peacekeepers salute and leave the office. Cfp looks at his assistance and gestures to the stairs. “Mrs. Chase, please escort Beast out of the building at once.”
“A please would be nice.” She says, putting on a baseball cap and disappearing at once.
Beast shudders. “It’s much more surprising to see her do that in person.”
Cfp mumbles a reply.
As Beast joins Cfp by the window, he looks over at the folder again. “Is this..”
Taken aback, Cfp shakes his head. “What? Even I’m not that reckless. Who would stage a fight in the middle of the city like that?”
“Yeah, that’d be dumb.” Beast says with a chuckle as he walks out of the room.
“But anyway, no. No, this is something else…”
In an abandoned building – at least, abandoned now thanks to his frumentarii slaughtering its inhabitants – Vulpes Inculta watches the horde of Caesar’s Legion overwhelm Ice-T Puppy Incorporated. Even if he hadn’t been hired to, the wrath of Caesar would’ve fallen upon this display of corrupt wealth eventually.
A Legionnaire storms into Vulpes’ command post and kneels. “Sir, we have broken through its outer defenses. Our men are inside the building now.”
“Where is Cfp?”
“From what we can gather, he’s still on the top floor.”
Vulpes nods and picks up his Ripper. “Understood. Time to get him out of that office; use the howitzer.”
The Legionnaire nods and sprints out of the room. Vulpes looks one last time out the window, where he knew Cfp was watching the battle same as he.
“Let’s get you down here with the rest of us.”
Six Peacekeepers march into Cfp’s office and stand at attention. The one from before steps forward as Cfp and Beast look at them.
“Sir, they have infiltrated the building. We believe it best for you to stay here until help arrives.”
“Yes, I suppose that’s-”
A deafening blast interrupts their conversation, just as the window of Cfp’s office shatters into pieces. An explosion sends all of them to the floor, looking at the gigantic hole where Cfp’s wall once was.
“Is everyone okay?”
The Peacekeepers immediately stand up, with several going to the window to return fire. The lead officer offers his hand to Cfp, beckoning the two users to the exit.
“We need to leave now, sir.”
Cfp nods, and the group quickly begins to travel down the stairwell. As they walk down floor by floor, the sounds of gunfire and fighting carries on faintly in the background.
On the second floor, a squad of Legionnaires burst into the stairwell on the bottom level.
“Get the degenerate! He belongs on the cross!”
The lead Peacekeeper officer shoves Cfp and Beast onto the second floor, before whipping his rifle around and firing a burst at the Legionnaires. The rounds bounce harmlessly into the ground, and he gestures for his team to move with him.
With a battlecry, the six Legionnaires chase up the stairs after them.
The Legionnaires exit the stairwell and enter the main interior, where office cubicles have been abandoned by their employees. Several small offices split off from the room, and they see the six Peacekeepers digging into form a defensive perimeter.
With a burst of gunfire, the Legionnaires startle the unprepared Peacekeepers. One aims his Assault Carbine at the group, and several rounds slam into the exposed side of a Peacekeeper. Blood bursts out from his crisp white uniform, and he collapses to the ground with a grunt.
The Peacekeepers scramble for cover, one blindly firing his P90 at the group. A Legionnaire lurches as a round slams into his unguarded knee, crouching in pain. Exposed from cover, another Peacekeeper aims his rifle and polishes him off with shot to the neck. Gripping his neck in vain, the Legionnaire collapses, leaving a gradually growing pool of blood on the ground.
The fighting slows to a halt as both sides find adequate cover, with the Legionnaires splitting up into the separate offices while the Peacekeepers kick over desks and cubicle walls for cover.
One Legionnaire unsheathes his machete, nodding at the Praetorian Guard leading them. The superior nods in return, and the Legionnaire activates his Stealth Boy. Practically invisible, the Legionnaire quietly moves towards the Peacekeepers. The remaining Legionnaires provide covering fire, pinning their opponents down as they gradually advance forward.
The cloaked Legionnaire arrives behind the group of Peacekeepers, his machete drawn. He sneaks up behind the rearmost Peacekeeper, and slams the blade into her neck. Gurgling on blood, she collapses as the Legionnaire unholsters his pistol.
Surprised at being outflanked, the Peacekeepers fire towards the source of the noise. The Legionnaire chuckles to himself, as they completely miss him. He smartly fires two rounds from his pistol, the bullets slamming into the face mask of a Peacekeeper. He launches backwards, shards of black glass and blood flying from his face as he dies.
“Dammit, we can’t see him. Flush him out!”
A Peacekeeper, wielding a flamethrower, quickly lets out several bursts of flame. Sweeping the fire all over the area, she let out a satisfied grunt as the Legionnaire decloaked and started flailing around. Screaming, he dropped to the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames. Another Peacekeeper quickly unloaded his submachine gun into him, emptying the remainder of his magazine into the dying soldier.
Distracted, the Peacekeepers were barely prepared for the advancing Legion. The men quickly rushed the death squad, trading cumbersome rifles for their sidearms or blades. One Legionnaire quickly vaulted over a table, landing a swift kick into the chest of a Peacekeeper. The Peacekeeper tosses aside his rifle in favor for his baton, swinging it open and jabbing forward. The electrified tip connects, but the Legionnaire powers through with several vicious machete swings. He tackles the Peacekeeper to the ground, chopping at the hand holding the baton.
He unholstered his pistol, prepared to execute his victim, until the flamethrower wielding Peacekeeper lit him alight. Vicious until the end, he kills the soldier he had pinned as the flames eat them both.
“We have to fall back!”
The two remaining Peacekeepers fall back, one letting out a final burst of flames to cover their escape. The Legionnaires duck down to avoid the blast, blindly firing their weapons at the fleeing foes. Busting down an office door, the Peacekeepers enter the cafeteria. They hide behind counters, waiting for the Legionnaires to join them. The female Peacekeeper tosses her empty flamethrower aside, and draws her pistol.
The Legionnaires enter the room to a hail of gunfire from the Peacekeepers. Two roll out of the way, but the third is riddled with bullets. Both Legionnaires return fire, but one of them runs out of ammunition. He looks at his leader, and pumps his arm against his chest.
“Ave, true to Caesar.”
He unsheathes his machete and lets out a vicious battle cry. He charges forward, giving no quarter as he sprints towards the Peacekeepers. The two empty their magazines into him, and he gives one last defiant shout before falling in front of them.
Distracted, the Peacekeepers temporarily look up from their sights only to receive a hail of gunfire. The last Legionnaire peppers the subordinate with his submachine gun, the rounds piercing her helmet and sending her to the ground. .
“Profligates like you belong on the cross! Face me coward.”
The Legionnaire roars as he draws his pistol and machete, advancing forward. Pinned down, the Peacekeeper drops his own rifle in favor of his baton and pistol. He rises up and returns fire, hitting the Legionnaire in a gap in the shoulder, before feeling the impact of another round slam into his wrist.
The bullet tears through his arm and throws the pistol from his grip. Twirling his baton, he shoves the table he’d been using as cover forward. The table barely stops the Legionnaire as he vaults over it, only to get a swift whack in the face. He briefly recoils, leaving time for the Peacekeeper to thrust it forward.
The electricity barely phases the Legionnaire when he swings his machete, with the Peacekeeper blocking the blow with a wild defensive swing. The Legionnaire pushes, shoulder tackling the Peacekeeper.
He falls onto the ground, swinging his baton in horizontally to keep distance from the Legionnaire. Sparks fly as the Legionnaire instinctively leaps back to avoid them, before closing the gap and swinging his machete down.
The fragile blade collides with the baton as it falls, breaking apart upon impact. The Legionnaire looks stunned at his broken baton, before receiving a critical blow across the face. His helmet flying off, the Legionnaire barely raises his arms in time to block another blow from the baton.
Unlike before, the electric tip shocks the battle-hardened soldier. As he jolts in pain, the Peacekeeper lands another firm blow on the Legionnaire’s knee. Collapsing to the ground, the Legionnaire falls after a decisive blow to the skull. The Peacekeeper continues to smash the baton against his opponent, staining his crisp white uniform red.
“I think that’ll do it.”
The Peacekeeper turns to see Cfp glancing out from his hiding spot, clumsily holding the dropped Peacekeeper’s pistol. The soldier nods and puts away his baton. Cfp hands the sidearm to the officer, and begins to walk away without a second glance at the carnage around him. “On second thought, go ahead and make sure.”
Cfp sits at his desk, calmly looking over a white manilla folder. Across from him sits a man in a filthy white t-shirt and military fatigues. Cfp finishes reading and puts the folder down.
“Caesar’s Legion has officially been demoted from White Collar to Blue Collar.”
The man nods. “Looks like those bastards got what was coming to them.”
“Of course Mr. Boone. If you decide that you’d like them to go down further, I can arrange another “match”.”
“I’ll see what I can scrounge up and let you know.”
“Naturally. Craig, it was a pleasure doing business.”
The pair shake hands before the man stands up and walks out, putting his sunglasses and red beret on as he leaves. Cfp trades the white manilla folder for a black and red one. He looks out the window, noting internally the construction that had already repaired his wall and the crews outside clearing the rubble from the battle.
He smiles with content, before a phone call labelled "BC-159" began to ring. Putting the folder down with a frustrated sigh, Cfp breathed in and put on his happy voice.
"Jason, a pleasure to hear from you. I understand your living arrangements aren't quite like Wayne Manor. Why don't you swing by the office and we can discuss what Ice-T Puppy Incorporated can do for you?"
“Why should I except this failure, Vulpes?”
Caesar lashes out with a punch to his subordinate’s gut. In their newly assigned barracks in the Blue Collar district, Vulpes grits his teeth through the pain and stands silent beneath the berating.
“Not only did you fail to take your objective, but you retreated! An absolute disgrace. I ought to let Lanius tear you limb from limb in front of the rest of the Legion!”
“Surely that won’t be necessary…” A voice quietly states from the shadows. Vulpes and Caesar looked to their new ally, flanked by his metallic, blue masked lackey.
“Vulpes is not at fault here.” The man chides, his face a mystery behind his stone mask.
“I have an idea on how to use him yet.”
The Peacekeepers, with exception to experience and melee proficiency, were able to surpass Caesar's Legion on almost every level. Whether it came to firepower, speed, armor, or even basic training, the Peacekeepers had the Legion outgunned on every aspect except in a fist fight, which hardly matters in a battle with assault rifles and machine guns.
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