Legion Invictus?

by Thylacine Nightmares

Rating: teen
Tags: Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Violence, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 1199

A group of Romans find themselves in Equestria.

The IXth Legion were the best of the best of the Roman Legions.

They had been that way since the time of Gius Ceaser, now a small group of them become separated from the main Legion.

How will they survive, and where the Hades have they found themselves?

Read on to find out.

Published 2020-08-14 11:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-09-21 22:46:17 UTC

Chapter I

Author's Note

Authors Notes:

Please note that any conversations taking part in this fiction will be of two types. Any conversation surrounded by ‘<>’ will be in Latin and any without them will be in Equish/English.

Chapter I

Legion Invictus?

By Thylacine Nightmares

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Marcus Ventrix Lupus, Primus Pilus of the Legio IX Hispania, stood with his sword in his right hand. The grizzled grey-haired warrior bellowed out the orders to what was left of his Legion. He had been separated from the rest of the Legion with this mixed group of troops.

He had six Contubernium, tent groups as they were known, left. It was not many, the rest of the Legion were in a battle to save their own lives. Over the past sixteen hours they had been wittled down from their full strength of over five thousand men, not including the slaves and baggage train, nor even the Auxillaries, to just over one thousand, and now he only had direct command of a little over one hundred all up.

“” Marcus heard his name called and he turned to take a quick look after gutting the Pict that tried to take his head off with an axe. He saw a young recruit come running, he smiled as he saw the lad had a sword almost as bloody as his own.

“” The lad said again as he approached, out of breath, “”

Marcus nodded quickly. “”

The lad nodded and set about working his way through the ranks to pass on the word of the manouver Marcus required. He brought his shield up to break the face of an approaching barbarian and felt it smack into warm flesh with a satisfying squelching nose before he quickly grabbed another’s beard and slipped his sword into the man’s throat. Within a few seconds, but it felt like another hour, Marcus was walking backwards towards the rocks he’d noticed before.

It took them a full fifteen minutes before they were inside a very large cave, even though the mouth of it was small enough that his five foot three frame had to duck and squeeze in sideways. He noticed that as soon as they were inside some of his men had the wherewithall to bring up rocks and dirt, on their shovels, to pack the mouth of the cave to hide themselves.

“” Marcus called out as he slumped down to rest on the wall of the cave. After a few minutes he heard the last voice call out and counted out fifty seven men, not including himself. He then looked around as his eyes accustomed to the light level here.

He noticed there were at least double that number and he growled out again. “” He pointed to the slaves, and others. He got a small smile on his face as they followed his orders.

Once the count was complete he was gratified to find his numbers were closer to one hundred and twenty. “” Marcus said with a sigh as he pointed a bloodied hand around the group, “” He glared around at them. “” He smiled slightly as he heard the tired cheers of the men around him.

Half an hour later he noticed the lad from before approaching him with a middle aged slave. The lad saluted him. “”

Marcus nodded his head at the pair. “”

“” The slave timidly spoke up.

“” Marcus gave a sigh as he smiled slightly, “”

Before Marcus could complete his sentance Becia spoke again. “” He gave the Primus a salute.

Marcus gave a grin, his missing teeth adding to the friendliness of the gesture. “”

Becia nodded his head. “”

Marcus nodded. “”

Becia nodded and, after a quick salute, moved off towards the secondary group. Marcus once again turned to the young lad. “”

“”

Marcus swore under his breath for a few moments. “”

Quintus nodded, saluted and moved off to conduct his orders. Marcus smiled as the lad started barking orders like a pro. Marcus sat back down and closed his eyes for a few moments of peace.

Marcus was surprised when his shoulder was shook and his eyes flew open. He went to raise his sword but found it under Quintus’s boot. He gave a chuckle and looked up at him.

“” Quintus spoke up.

Marcus nodded with a smile. He was smiling for two reasons. Firstly because Becia had followed tradition and took Marcus’s own Cogname as his own, as would all the slaves he freed, and secondly that the lad had given correct orders. “” He then dropped to a whisper. “” He was rather surprised when Quintus didn’t answer in words but secretly held up three fingers. Marcus nodded and looked around at the group and noticed one man in three was curled up and he raised an eyebrow at him.

“” Quintus said swiftly.

Marcus nodded. “”

“” Quintus said not looking at his commander.

Marcus knew the kid was lying but nodded anyway. He remembered when he’d become an Octio, he hadn’t risked sleep for two days incase he’d fallen asleep on duty. “”

Chapter II

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