Legion journal:
Though we had successfully extinguished all profligate hold outs in the Mojave, there was one more stop my squad had to make. Goodsprings. They were to pay for saving the life of the arch profligate which had brought us so much harm. When we had gotten there of course the townsfolk fought back, but ultimately they never truly stood a chance. The last stop was to take the doctor who nursed him back to health, my decanus kicked the door in, but what suprised us was when his face turned to goo. The old man was not about to die without a fight I suppose. Respectable, we were forced to put a bullet through his brain, not before liquifying four of us. He inevitably tripped on his own leg, leading to his demise. He was to be tortured and crucified, who knows what may become of us for our failure.
