The last explosions rang out over Fortification Hill. The battle was over. Oh, sporadic gunfire could still be heard in some places, and Caesar's Legion would try to skirmish as they fell back, but the enemy's will had been broken. Bull-standards lay trampled on the ground, or held as trophies by forces of the New California Republic; reports indicated a full third of centurions were dead. News of the Legate's death was spreading through Legion ranks, and their implacable morale had started to shatter. For the first time anyone could remember, multiple contubernia had broken and ran. According to radio reports, an entire century had been encircled near Camp Golf -- and was negotiating terms rather than fighting to the last.

Clad in his formal uniform, General Oliver slowly marched across the Dam. A squad of veteran rangers followed him in their black armour, while another squad watched him from a distance. The insignia on his cap gleamed in the sun. He was lucky indeed that the Legion did not have many good snipers.

In some time, he reached the Legion camp. Upgraded Securitrons were fanning out, destroying the last Legionary holdouts with long-range missiles and laser fire. General Oliver hadn't heard that Vegas' robot police were joining the battle, but the assistance had been useful. (If he had been honest with himself, he would have recognized it as pivotal.)

The sappers destroyed a section of wall and Oliver strode in through the dust cloud, flanked by his bodyguards. He could almost hear the anthem of the Republic playing in the background. His eyes surveyed the destroyed fortifications, and noticed the man approaching him. Some sort of courier, who had been of some help to the Republic. Not that they'd ever met in person. Still, it couldn't hurt to be nice. Reports indicated the guy had some pull with a few of the locals.

"Caesar on the cross, been a long time since I've seen work like this. A damned long time. Wish we had a hundred of you. Just scatter you all around the wastes, give those plumed bastards what-for." Oliver smiled, slipping into the familiar cadence of flattery. "The victory of the New California Republic today will mark a new era of peace and civilization in the Mojave. The bravery of the army and the Rangers has been truly outstanding. As were your own actions, of course."

"We'll be doing a parade through Vegas in a few days, to celebrate the Republic's victory, and I'll be sure to mention you in my speech. Say, can we get a few of those robots for that parade? It would do wonders for the soldiers' morale, and show everyone the strength of the NCR."