One Man and One Legion - A Roma Story

[by jove!]

This is an AAR that turned into a story, it has been quite fun.
This tends to happen when I have time off school : )
It is a bit in-coherrent and needs polishing up etc
But I just hope some one enjoys it : )

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Overview;
Romes power at the beginging of this Chapter (all areas within the red borders)

Diplomacy; Epirots are protectarates, Only enemies are the Rebels, Allies are the Cathaginians, Makedonia's and Aleudi.

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CHAPTER ONE

300 senators occupied the space in the Curia Julia. The discussion as usuall in the marble polished rooms of the Curia is war.

“The Third Legion must take Illyria, Legutrix’s rebellion there may cause unrest, and we cannot afford to lose Dalminion or Epidamos.

Take Pannonia Illyrica and Segesta and we can focus Ivlivs Hosdidivs Evgenvs south, on Antigonos and Hellnea.” Blasio’s voice boomed

through the hall

“I disagree Blasio” A tall unshaven man stepped forward, he was intimidating and his words carried unbelievable influence.

“Focus all Legions on Sicily, Corsica and Sardinia. The Carthigians are gaining influence in Iberia; I doubt it will be too long before they

become brave enough to threaten Roma itself.”

“Ah, Lvcivs Cornelivs Scipio, I must assume a General famous for fighting in the North knows much of the south? Go back too

Patavium. You are of no use to this debate.”

“I am the commander of the 1st legion; I know more of war then you.”

“And I am consul, I reside over this Senate”

“It is us or them Blasio, and suggest we move first, they have already threatened us with war.”

They eyed each other, unflinching.

“I agree with Scipio, something must be done Blasio.” Mansvetvs had risen and spoke.

Within a week Blasio had an answer, the Division of the Houses had spoken.

With a grave voice he started to speak;

“It has been decided that the 2nd and 1st Legions, under command of Scipio shall attempt to free the Islands west of Roma. The 3rd

legion shall remain in Illyria.”

Blasio was disappointed. He hated war, but the Illyrian campaign was bringing wealth to the coffers of roam. The Carthaginian trade

routes were priceless, but such is things. The popular man will always beat the clever man.

Scipio was 34; he was made Commander of the 1st Legion at Just 18, but led his beloved legion to 6 Victories over the Gauls.
Single handidly taking Northern Italy, and saving the 2nd Legion from annihilation more then twice, he holds significant influence over
the senate and is respected by the people of Rome, and even more so by his soldiers.
His job was to take the Islands of Sardinia and Corsica, whilst the second legion, led by Caivs Cotta would take the eastern coast of Sicily and await the arrival of the first legion to take the whole of Sicily.
Cotta was given the 2nd Legion to command after 3 years of advising the Legions previous commander Dentatvs. He had led the legion to mild success, he had taken Southern Italy but his campaigns with Scipio in Northern Italy were less successful, and the Legion was disabled for 3 years when they were ambushed by a vastly superior force of Gallic tribes.
He has escaped death more then once. He is however an exceptional fighting, but he is more at home in an administrative role.

“Blasio, it seems you were wrong, the Carthigians have begged for peace and have given up Sicily and Sardinia in return for our good

will”

“You look awfully smug about this Mansvetvs”

“I have good reason to be, you were wrong Blasio, and Scipio was right. You look awfully upset about this, Blasio”

Mansvetvs patted Blasio on the back and walked off, leaving him to supp his wine on the balcony over looking Rome. He started

thinking about his humiliation, the campaign in Illyria had lost steam and the 3rd Legion was resting. Scipio had humiliated him. He had

swayed the senate, but he was the senate. He needed to Humiliate Scipio. He needed something, anything.

“Senator, you have guests.”

“What, at this time?” Placing his wine filled cup down, he shoved past the slave and into his courtyard. He walked into see a man

wearing a turban; he had a crescent moon emblazoned on his toga.

“Carthaginian?”

“Ah, Blasio, just the Roman I wanted to see”

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I have finished the story and I will be posting more within the week : )
Their will be no indepth battle reports or screenies untill Chapter 4, so you can just skip the background stuff and see the pretty pictures : )