A New Nation (Character/Political Party RP) - IC

by **Greater Socialist Albania** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:00 pm

A TG have just arrived at the police station with the Red Army Faction logo printed on top of paper

"We warn you and will hold you responsible for the action that the revolutionary people of the RAF will be forced to do in case the imperialist neo-nazi leader of the Coptic Fascist Movement
Be released, we also urge the police to crackdown on the SS-Styled militia called the saint mark warriors."

Red Army Faction

by **Terrelis** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:07 pm

"Let's first be clear that you weren't arrested you were detained, there's a difference. You're right I can't arrest you but your guards are going to jail they had military grade weapons and they are not aithorized by the DoD or the Interior Department. I'm going to need your phone so we can review this so called evidence you have against David," Officer Bryant said to Shafik. Meanwhile, the RAF telegram was brought to Chief Amarao. He laughed as he read it, "they think they threats mean anything to us." He wrote a response to be immediately delivered.

Whomever It May Concern,
Let me first start off by saying you best watch what you say to a government official, we don't take to kindly to threats. I do my job perfectly fine without the incite of a radical schizophrenic nut job who thinks the proper way to ring about change is to mirder the opposition. If any of your group so much as sad a negative comment to a citizen I'll have them arrested.

~ Nicholas Amaro, Jamestown Chief of Police

by **Camelone** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:16 pm

"Certainly sir." Andrew said as he handed over his phone which had the video of David punching him "I apologize for the improper use of terminology it seemed like I was being arrested. I didn't think obsolete WW II rifles would be considered military grade, are you sure you have the right information I mean they're pretty much like a hunting rifle just without the bolt-action. I'll tell everyone outside to go home so no one gets hurt." He said before he quickly went to defuse the protest outside and after a couple minutes everyone left besides a couple SMW's who waited outside with revolvers holstered who were waiting to escort Andrew back to base.

by **Terrelis** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:28 pm

"Mr. Shafik Id love to stay and debate who knows the law better and who's righty about this, which would be me, but I actually have a job to do unlike others. We'll review the evidence within the next 24 hours and if we feel it is not further needed your phone will be available for pick up then. You're free to go and I suggest you tell your men to stop pulling guns on people, they neither work for the Interior Department or the DoD so they have no right to do that." Officer Bryant led the man out of the building and threw the phone on his desk.

by **Camelone** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 2:43 pm

"So your saying nobody can own a rifle here even if they are militarily obsolete? Never mind we both have more important things to do." Andrew said as he left the police station and was promptly escorted back to CFP headquarters. "Don't worry everyone we can get them out on bail probably, which will help us seem less frightening to the people. Now all SMW's who have to go on patrol are to have pepper spray and a revolver only, when we have to guard important events the SMW will than be armed with something more powerful understood?" Andrew said as he walked in which the people responded to with yes's.

by **Jagellion** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 3:54 pm

OOC: Is David still in jail

by **Camelone** » Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:55 pm

A baseball tournament was being held near the outskirts of Jamestown by the Coptic Futurist Party. A couple baseball diamonds were set up and teams were formed, a total of fifteen teams were formed ranging in different age groups. Andrew was umpiring one of the younger kids game and there was a barbeque being held nearby by the Party, everything was planned to help the image of the CFP but honestly Andrew just wanted to unwind from everything that was happening and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves which made Andrew smile.

by **World Anarchic Union** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 4:38 am

Nicholas Darkmoon
Radical Left United Front
Nicholas Darkmoon was sitting on the backstage when he was instructed to arrive on the stage.
He would announce his candidacy as a Senator for the coming elections.
"People of Columbia, womena and men, I am Nicholas Darkmoon and represent alongside Mr. Lenin Chouman, the Radical Left United Front on the Senate.
The Radical Left United Front is grateful for the support it has received over those four years.The goal of our party is and has remained to be supreme equality, justice and fairness for everyone in Columbia, no matter political stance, social status, economic situation, gender, race or any other trait. The RLUF seeks to achieve income equality, workers rights, a more fair approach to small businesses, education reforms, especially regarding higher education, to be open to more than just those with connections and money. We ask you to stand with us in this aspect.
RLUF represents equality, a fair chance for everyone to accomplish what they want. We are not privileged, we have no mass fortune available, or an enormous corporation to back us.Our interests lie with the people, the masses, the poor, the elderly, those who oppose inequality across all fields. RLUF seeks to improve Columbia, with reforms that will be proposed and will be beneficial for you!
Moreover, I am announcing my candidacy as Senator of Columbia. I ask you to vote for RLUF for a real change, to ensure prosperity and equality in Columbia.
Last but not least, I and we all thank you for the chance you have provided us with and we promise that we will continue the work we have started, with your support. Thank you, comrades!"

by **Neo-Chicago** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:55 am

President Andrews, Executive Office, Jamestown

President Andrews had been watching silently as his second term was ending. He wasn't sure if term limits had been instituted for the presidential office, but regardless, he had decided long ago that his second term would be his last. This term had been mostly uneventful, fortunately, and he pitied his successors, especially those who would come in times of war. Nevertheless, the curtain was about to fall on the first act of the show of Columbia. The President had thought for a long time on what he would do following the election of whoever the new president was, and he unfortunately still had not come up with any definitive answer. He smoked a cigarette, letting the smoke out of his office window which was open. Three years ago, he hadn't predicted what this country would become, but he was now proud of it regardless. These were the thoughts he was thinking when his secretary buzzed his office with word of someone arriving to see him.
"Sir, a man named Pet... Pit... Pat... Peter... Petr is here to see you, with great urgency." Sarah told him over his office intercom. The President felt like he knew that name, but he couldn't particularly be sure.
"Alright, send this Petr in." Andrews told her, as he sat at his desk, now contemplating if his successor would be terrible.

by **Red Party** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:58 am

Lenin was in bed sleeping when his alarm went off. Shit, it's time Lenin thought. Lenin quickly put on a suit and tie and he thought that everyone else was going to be alright (hehe). Lenin called his assistant and he asked Is the motorcade in front of my apartment? the assistant replied Yes, you can come out now. Lenin took the elevator downstairs and he quickly hoped into the limousine. Cars began escorting it to a TV recording station. When they arrived Lenin quickly got into the station and sat down.Lenin began talking

"People of Columbia, women and men, I am Lenin Chouman and represent along side Nicholas Darkmoon, the Radical Left United Front on the Senate.
The Radical Left United Front is grateful for the support it has received over those four years.The goal of our party is and has remained to be supreme equality, justice and fairness for everyone in Columbia, no matter political stance, social status, economic situation, gender, race or any other trait. The RLUF seeks to achieve income equality, workers rights, a more fair approach to small businesses, education reforms, especially regarding higher education, to be open to more than just those with connections and money. We ask you to stand with us in this aspect.
RLUF represents equality, a fair chance for everyone to accomplish what they want. We are not privileged, we have no mass fortune available, or an enormous corporation to back us.Our interests lie with the people, the masses, the poor, the elderly, those who oppose inequality across all fields. RLUF seeks to improve Columbia, with reforms that will be proposed and will be beneficial for you!
Moreover, I am announcing my candidacy as President. I ask you to vote for RLUF for a real change, to ensure prosperity and equality in Columbia.
Last but not least, I and we all thank you for the chance you have provided us with and we promise that we will continue the work we have started, with your support. Thank you, comrades!"

by **Terrelis** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:00 am

Jamestown Convention Center, Downtown Jamestown
The entirety of the Progressive Party, including all of its non-government supporters, had gathered at the convention center for their biannual convention. It was at these conventions that the party list for te senate were decided and the presidential candidate was decided. As Senator Xavier King walked up to the podium he looked out at the over 2,000 faces looking back at him, and he was overjoyed. This party he started with only 12 people had grown to be one of, if not, the largest parties in the nation. The crowd cheered as he set down his ETab which had his speech on it, and he held up his hands to quiet them.

"My fellow Columbians, and my fellow progressives I want to just take this moment to say thank you. Thank you for believing in one mans dream to change a nation, thank you for supporting a party that you may not always agree with, and thank you for being progressive," once again the crowd cheered and King took a minute to continue, "for the past four years the Progressives have led this nations legislature. It is us who have you healthcare coverage, it is us who have your children a quality education system, it is us who created a police force to keep you safe, and it is us who truly care about you and work for you not the government. The progressives have proven time and time again that we have the people at heart, and we can continue to do that if you vote progressive in the coming senate elections. President Andrews has been a great leader and pioneer for his country, and his announcement to retire brings me great sadness. His retirement also brings a vacancy, not just in the presidency but also in the hearts of the people, and I, Senator Xavier J.T. King, wish to fill that vacancy. That is why I will be running for President of the Commonwealth of Columbia." This time the crowd erupted in an overwhelming mix of screams and clapping. King smiled at the the great reception of his announcement, but it was expected. "I have led the senate through its first so terms and now it is time I lead the nation. Senator Elizabeth Monroe will be the new Progressive Leader in the Senate, and she will carry the torch I have held for these four years. As a progressive president I will not uproot what has been established and cast it aside int he name of progress, I will remember our past and their that ane before me and I will look towards the future and everything that is to come. The progressives will Remember the Past, and Reach Towards the Future."

King gathered his ETab and walked off the stage shaking hands and giving hugs as he left. The convention wasn't over but he had business to attend to. He was far from complete with gathering his cabinet nominees and the most important position left u filled was the Secretary of Defense. He had been declined by Albert Ross, stating he preferred not to be in the spotlight, and now he was looking to Victoria Jäger. He picked up his phone and called her to arrange a meeting, "Victoria this is Sebator King, do you have time for a meeting," he asked her.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:27 am

Senator Craig Miller Louis, Capitol Building Steps, Jamestown

"Greeting, my fellow Columbians. It's come to my attention that, as we've had two terms of our current..." Senator Louis hesitated, clearing his throat, "president, he's probably not going to be running again. He's a member of the Pioneer party, however, even though he may not seem like it at times." Craig told the large crowd that had gathered around the stage on the steps for the biennial Pioneer Party rally. Two years ago, they had taken place in the now-destroyed Grand Columbian Arena, that hadn't been replaced or repaired yet. This year, all of the Pioneer Party announcements would take place on the same day, in the same place. Senator Louis and CraigPAC had been working on his speech for the past few months, and it was now time for him to deliver it. The crowd watched and waited, in awed silence, as he prepared to give what some might call the greatest speech they'd heard in their lives at that point. The bar for a Pioneer Party candidate was high, and it was time to test the waters.
"Columbia, I think you all know why I'm here, speaking to you today. I stand for the common man, not faceless corporations. I care about all of you, all of your children, and all of your parents, and every citizen out there. I know that leading a nation isn't a speech on the Senate floor, but I've spoken in the Senate under and on the behalf of the greatest and only president our great nation has had the honor of living under. The Pioneer Party isn't about restriction, it's about freedom. I'm probably the closest thing to a libertarian that's running for this country's leadership. Ladies, gentlemen, and all others, I'm not a stingy, and I'm not on the moral high ground, as long as what you do doesn't hurt yourself or anyone else, you go do it. What I am for is giving every single citizen out there their chance, to give them the benefit of the doubt, and to let them show us what they can do. I want to let you do anything, be anything, and have anything that's in your power. I'm going to listen to all of you when I make my decisions, not myself. This is not an oligarchy, not a monarchy, not a dictatorship... it's a democracy! The power rests with you, so you make the choice you want to! All I'm asking is that you give me consideration, whatever you do after that is up to you. I'll make sure to give you the same respect." Senator Louis told the seemingly unending crowd in every direction. As he stepped off of the podium, the roar of the crowd was nearly deafening. Many people were in tears, and were clapping fast enough to start a sandstorm. "Now, Henry Carver!" shouted the announcer.
"Well, I'm not sure how I can live up to that. Our nation has a legislative body, comprised of the best of the best. I'm representing the Pioneer Party here, and I want you all to elect us to Senate. We speak for the window washer, the camel driver, the plumber, the carpenter, and every other citizen who's having a rough time. We've served you time and time again, and I hope that you'll allow us to continue serving you. If you want to vote Pioneer, tell your friends to do the same, and their friends to do the same, until everyone you know and more votes for a party that can suit the needs of the common Columbian. Anyway, as the Party... well, I'm not sure how to put this nicely, but the party lackey, really, I'm gonna pass out these fliers. I hope you all vote Louis." Carver told the audience, in an extremely lackluster announcement. The fliers he passed out said this:

by **HYDRA-Russian Empire** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 3:02 pm

Neo-Chicago wrote:
President Andrews, Executive Office, Jamestown

President Andrews had been watching silently as his second term was ending. He wasn't sure if term limits had been instituted for the presidential office, but regardless, he had decided long ago that his second term would be his last. This term had been mostly uneventful, fortunately, and he pitied his successors, especially those who would come in times of war. Nevertheless, the curtain was about to fall on the first act of the show of Columbia. The President had thought for a long time on what he would do following the election of whoever the new president was, and he unfortunately still had not come up with any definitive answer. He smoked a cigarette, letting the smoke out of his office window which was open. Three years ago, he hadn't predicted what this country would become, but he was now proud of it regardless. These were the thoughts he was thinking when his secretary buzzed his office with word of someone arriving to see him.
"Sir, a man named Pet... Pit... Pat... Peter... Petr is here to see you, with great urgency." Sarah told him over his office intercom. The President felt like he knew that name, but he couldn't particularly be sure.
"Alright, send this Petr in." Andrews told her, as he sat at his desk, now contemplating if his successor would be terrible.

Petr entered the President's office.
"Hello. I will not bother with pleasantries, and will cut straight to the chase: I am willing to pay for the repairs of everything the sandstorm ruined with my own money, but only if you wish me to do so. It is up to you to decide. What do you think?"
President Andrews was silent for a moment, then began to speak...

Petr stood up behind his podium.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you today to announce something which you might not expect: I will be running for President in the upcoming elections. Yes, you heard me right, I will be running for President.
Most of you here have never heard of me, but those who have know that I am a very experienced leader, who is willing to give up everything for his country and people. Recently a sandstorm hit, destroying buildings and houses. I am willing to fund the repair of this with my own money! I will not have to raise taxes, but you will all live in much better quality housing than before. I will provide better education for all, and ensure that every decision made concerning you will be requested and approved by you. I am supposed to be saying my speech at the Grand Colombian Arena, but you all know what happened. However, I promise to fix it with my own money if you vote me into presidency. Why should you, the taxpayers, have to suffer for nature's mistake when all the other candidates have more money in their pocket than the Bank of England? Why? Because they are greedy, and care only for money. I care about you. I care about your financial situation. I am willing to help you, to lower taxes, to finally use my hard-earned money to help the people who I care about, who I respect and honor!
Now let us consider our other voting options: the Red Army, who are communists. Now, look at what happened in Russia in the USSR when the commies took power: total chaos happened! The economy went down the drain, and with it so did the life of the people! If you vote them into power, the same will happen to you! And do you really want to have all your hard-earned money and land taken from you just to fulfill the greed of a party official? No, of course you don't!
And now King from the Progressive Party. I pose you this question: are we a monarchy, or a democracy? Do you really want someone who know nothing about anything to be in charge? His party developed the Police here, and his party will turn them against you! You will be hunted even though you do not know that you are being hunted, and by a hunter who you trust with your safety, a friendly face, until he is knocking at your door with a gun in his hand and telling you to dig a hole 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and 7 feet deep in your own back lawn! They claim to have you, the people at heart, but in reality they do not. All they have at heart is the greed for power and money, which will be extracted from you.
And finally, the Pioneer Party. They may have founded our nation, but they no longer have the money, or the power they need to run it. They are weak, and foolish. Though they promise success and prosperity, they themselves know that they are lying through their teeth. Look at the Grand Colombian Arena. This disaster happened a while ago, yet nobody has even attempted to fix it. Only this morning I spoke to President Andrews, and offered to finance the repairs myself! And let me tell you, I was surprised at him and his party. They claim to stand for every citizen who is having a hard time, yet they make no effort to fix the wreckage caused by the storm! They make no effort to help you, the people who they claim to stand for!! They promise liberalism and prosperity, yet what they give is financial ruin and conflict!
YET I WILL DO ALL THAT THEY FAILED TO DO! I will repair the wreck caused by the sandstorm, I will make the education system better, I will put our nation on the global map! The economy - I will improve it! The infrastructure - I will support it! The education - I will better it! The housing crisis - I WILL AVERT IT!! Our future, YOUR FUTURE, rests in your hands! I will improve it, with MY OWN MONEY! Your future will not cost you a penny! I will lower taxes for all of you, and tax the rich instead, who have more money in their purse than the Bank of England! You will prosper, and together we will rise out of the ashes of this nation. By the end of my first term, I promise that your life will be much better than ever before!
Your future is in your hands! Vote for us, and your future is safe. Vote for the opposition, and you bring upon yourself ruin and oppression, with nobody but yourself to blame! So make the right choice, for yourself, you family, your children, and vote for the HYDRA Party!
Thank you"
As he stepped down from the podium, there was much cheering and applause. He began to shake hands and greet supporters, while answering questions from the press.

by **Kazarogkai** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 7:35 pm

Solomon Daniels
The National Civic Faction
Town Square, Oasis

I hear them out there cheering my name
They call to me
Beg for me to speak and answer their call
For now I stand behind the stage waiting
Listening to the beat of my heart
My palms are sweaty and in my stomach lie butterflies
But I know what must be done
Soon I must answer the call and make my stand
But for now I wait
Wait for a sign
What will It be I do not know
Will it be a light or sound
Will it be spectacular or epitome of mediocrity
I do not know
But for now I will wait
I will wait and stand before the edge
Before I make the jump I must know
Before I take the plunge I need to understand
What my righteous soul demands
I am child of light you see
Fate has dictated many things to me
The blind seers of the great myths of squawked and made commandments
They have stated what appear to be truths
But in reality are simply dust in the wind
Those who demanded upon me have been nothing but rat men who only see what is right in front of them
These were not men of vision nor epic futures untold
These men were nothing playing at something
I have risen from the black pits
Past the valley of darkness
And ascended the tower of ignorance and have made the glimpse towards the light
Let the rat face men chatter
Let the hawk eye women squawk
Let the blonde haired and blue eyed baboons howler
I will rise above it all
And make my stand
Now I the maestro shall take my instrument and ready for the sonata

In the dark backstage I breath a sign, nod to my confidants who stand beside me, and walk out unto the stage. I hear their cheers and take to the podium. I look out yonder at the mass that ebbs and flows in and out. I rest my hands upon the podium and bow my head. Soon silence follows as the crowd looks upon me, waiting for my response. I take raise my head to the sky and take a breath and then look upon my people. I see in the eyes of my people the strength that is needed for the future. I see in their souls and it comes evidently clear why I continue to wake up every morning. They give me purpose and direction and strength for the long journey that is ahead. Every day I say thanks to the ones I have with me in thick and thin. I know what I must say and wish not to waste any more time as such I shall begin:

"Brothers and Sisters of Columbia. My dearly beloved ones whose love I have within my heart and soul and very fiber of my being. I stand before you as your brother in arms in this very struggle we fight this day and until the end of days. To the old I guard I wish to remind you of this struggle and of the new I wish to enlighten you of what is to come. The struggle is not one simply of ideology but of the soul of this young nation of ares so recently born into this harsh world of bleakness and dark. All around in the shadows of the night stand tigers who wish to tear us down and destroy all that has been created. All that we have worked and strived for. This is the beginning of something new and like any other beginning will define us and ultimately serve as precedent for the future generations who will come after. It will be hard and long for what we struggle for is great and righteous, and such are not easily gained. To do what is right one must suffer and go through hardship since the right thing is always hard while the bad things are easy. But we must perceive so that we may prevail. We must survive the winter so that are children may bask in the spring. The question is are we worthy for this mission? Are we worthy enough to lead the people to a new and a higher civilization that will be the city upon the hill that has prophesied unto us. That is up to the people to decide. It is up to the people of this republic to decide if we have the character needed to lead them in this righteous struggle. My Brothers and Sisters of Columbia, I come as your humble servant and throw myself upon you and lay my judgement to the court of your opinions and desire. If you demand for me then I will come if not then I will not. When the time comes do not hesitate and make your decision."

I took a bow as the cries of elation rose from the crowd. I raised my fist to my heart in a salute to my brothers and sisters and they did the same in turn. I turned around and walked of the stage. The headlines in the papers the next day read as such:

SOLOMON AND THE NCF SHALL STAND AND FIGHT AGAIN

Later that day on the outskirts of Oasis when the sun had set and twilight had taken hold upon the world.

The plan was simple enough and had been done before. Best of all the men involved were comparatively well experienced with few newbies around to the slow them down. A force of Citizens Guard made their way over to their objective, a rather large Bandit den, with hostile intent in mind led by a battle hardened Captain with the Nom de guerre of Snake Eater. They were divided into 3 Columns, 2 of which were led by one of the Captain's Lieutenants and the final one led by the Captain himself. The First Column was Composed of 2 Rifle-Sections and was intended to be the main strike force, led by Captain Snake Eater himself it came in from the north. The Second and Third Columns were composed of only a single Rifle-Section each. The Second's job was intended to be that of a flanking force that would arrive a little bit after the First had struck and make their move to the pinch on the enemy from the South. The Third's role was that of Security and Blocking force that would watch out and ambush any enemy reinforcements while simultaneously mopping up any enemies that tried to escape from the kill zone as such were positioned along the main eastern road that led up to the dealers den and served as the primary escape point for them.

Columns made their way into position to strike and readied for the sign. It came in the form of a Purple flare and when it went of the attack began with half of the men from the First column engaging in covering fire while the second half made advanced in closer. Though the enemy was disoriented they quickly came up and opened fire armed with Machine Pistols and Shotguns. The advancing CG Men came under fire and quickly went prone or took for cover they opened fire upon the den. The Den was formidable fortress with a tall concrete wall topped with barbed wire that provided good cover to the defenders. The Captain had decided not to make use of more heavier weapons so as not to arouse too much suspicion from law enforcement as such had to make use with what was available. When the second Column came in it spread the defenders more thinly and made them quickly realize they were surrounded, it also gave an opportunity. Using his Grenadiers and their bombs to forcefully disperse the defenders from their walls he had the remainder rappel upon the north wall and make their way up. When they made it up a brutal Hand to Hand situation developed but superior numbers and equipment prevailed and forced the defenders deeper into the compound that served as their den as gunfire raged on into the night. A similar scenario soon played out on the south wall and with it the outer limits where there's. CQC was the order of the night as gun fire continued on into the night interlaced with screams and blood letting. Room by room they went with little rest in between and the clock ticking away. Time was at the essence and it was running out quick. When the main underground drug lab that had been used to supplement the funds of the Bandit's income was found success was at hand. A large pack of timed dynamite was laced in between the large barrels of gas and the small tanks of propane that had been previously used to power this nefarious operation and the time was set. Regardless of whether or not all the pockets of resistance had been subdued the CG force made their escape out of the compound. But before they left they made sure to spray upon the walls and in general spread RAF propaganda and symbols. They went into their jeeps and made road off with a single red flare shot into the air and into the night and the surrounding endless desert expanse they escaped. An epic explosion soon came about not long after with the smoke rising far enough into the air to be seen from miles away.

Yet another successful night for the Citizen's Guard. Though they wouldn't gain the fame they would not have to atleast gain the infamy and subsequent scrutiny that would occur from such a thing.

by **Camelone** » Wed Jun 10, 2015 7:06 pm

Andrew leaned against the wall of the Coptic Futurist Party headquarters as he talked to members of the Saint Mark Warriors who informed him that there was disloyalty within the ranks. "This is never good. Keep your investigation ongoing." Andrew ordered them and they snapped a salute before leaving. Andrew quickly walked back inside as he prepared himself for actually entering the Senate building as a Senator. Gathering some material he continued some research into some bills and issues that were plaguing Columbia, and trying to streamline the immigration and settling of the immigrant Coptic families. Sighing he put his papers down and picked up one of his pet projects, an arcology based in Columbia and being a beacon to the rest of the world. Deciding to devout some time to the project he began crunching numbers to calculate the materials needed, population it could hold, cost, and overall feasibility.

by **Terrelis** » Fri Jun 12, 2015 9:25 am

President Xavier King sat in his office in the Capitol reviewing his speech, when his Chief of Staff Aaron Cartwright came in. "Mr. President they're ready for you in the press room," he said and Xavier nodded. He gather up his notes and proceeded through the hall of the executive wing of the Capitol. He absolutely hated sharing a building with the senate and had plans of building an executive residence, like the White House but smaller, for him to work out of. As he entered the press room all of the reporters stood up. He motioned for them to be seated, then he fixed his tie and began his speech.

"My fellow Columbians, last week at your respective poll sites you all made a choice. Some of you chose to continue on the path that we were herded on, others chose to deviate from that path and head down a path much further away, but thankfully most of you chose to head down a path of progress and reform. You chose to allow this country to grow economically and numerically. You chose to give the youth of this nation a great future to look forward to. You chose me, and now it is time I choose those who will aid me in the next two years. Leading the Interior Department will be the incumbent Jessica Hughes, leading the Finance Department will be Jackson Wright, of the National Civic Faction; leading the Foreign Affairs Department will be Oliver Durand, of the Progressive Party; leading the Justice Department will be incumbent Isaac Dougall, of the National Civic Faction; and leading the Defense Depaetment will be Retired American General William Davis, of the Progressive Party. These men and women have shown their dedication to our nation through the there tireless efforts both in and out of government. They have been there for you when your government failed to be there. They are some of the most influential and educated people in our nation. They are this nations new cabinet. Thank you and God Bless."

Xavier left Aaron to answer the press' questions and he went back to his office. He had several plans to review regarding the replacement for the Grand Columbian Arena. He also had legislation to review from those in his party, as well as his own legislation to write, most notably the Executive Powers Act. These next two years were going to be very busy for him, and there would be no slow moments. He had a nation to lead, and a people to care for.

by **Marsisian** » Fri Jun 12, 2015 12:34 pm

Northern Base
Jabal Tawil

General Dunn wasn't so much mad about the elections as annoyed that he was booted by the newbie while some other secretaries stayed in their offices they had held during Andrews' term. It seemed like a ridiculous move to replace him with General Davis, who wasn't even that experienced in the first place and only managed to attain the rank via internal meddling by himself of all people. Dunn, who was boiling with resent and anger inside, started to take weird white-pill looking things on his desk. He thought they were vitamins but they were actually drugs taken from the bandit dens that somebody slipped inside his room.

Hours later, the General came out to meet Colonel Austin. "Hey, Colonel! How was your day today?! Good, right?! That's good! Listen, oh wait, I'm already talking! Ha ha ha! Anyway, we're going to make a devious plan that you must not tell anybody ever about, alright Austin?" The Colonel raised his eyebrows, wondering what had happened to Dunn's reserved personality and soft tone of speech. "Um.... sure.... sir.... just tell me what's it about in there." "Oh, sure, you got it, Austin! Those dirty reds will learn something for once!"

"Sir, the Communists aren't in power." "Well, they're all damn dirty Reds to me, Austin!" They both went inside and General Dunn explained his plan to the colonel. He was initially reluctant to go along with it but accepted after he thought it over in his mind.

The Colonel got to work on the first stage of his plan by hand-picking people from the prisons in Columbia and choosing them for a greater purpose in life.

by **Terrelis** » Fri Jun 12, 2015 1:55 pm

President King sat in his office along with Secretaries Hughes and Davis. "Jessica I want all of Dunns communications hacked, and bug his car and home," the President said. Secretary Highes looked rather shocked by this, "but sir he is still a member of our military." King sighed, "Dunn is a threat to this administration, and he has continually shown a blatant disregard for the senate and its laws. He must be taken down." Secretary Hughes nodded and scribbled something on a notepad. President King then turned to Secretary Davis, "William who do we have at New Plymouth University ROTC." After flipping through a binder the secretary responded, "No one sir the post is vacant." The president smiled, "Great, Dunn will take over that position. That is all for today thank you both." The two secretaries got up without another word and left. President King picked up his phone and called Dunn, "General Dunn, do to your expertise we will be reassigning you to New Plymouth University to head their ROTC Program. You start tomorrow so don't be late, I expect you to give this your full attention and effort." The President hung up without allowing him to respond he really didn't care to here Dunns voice.

by **Valrifell** » Fri Jun 12, 2015 6:49 pm

Markus Mercier had only recently landed in Jacksonville International, he was already a citizen but had to leave due to legal troubles regarding the legitimacy to his inheritance. Thankfully, his brother was found to have been tampering with the will of Markus' father, Lucius. Unfortunately, the investigation had taken three years, valuable time that could have been spent campaigning to get seats in the Senate and a voice. Landing the plan was an absolute nightmare, apparently a sandstorm had stirred up that really caused a ruckus in the nation, over nine-hundred dead. Or at least, that's what the papers had claimed. Presently, Mr. Mercier could be found nearing the end of the final leg of his journey to reach his lofty estate, found at the outskirts of town.

"Jeeves, has any damage come about to the Manor while I was not present?" Asked Markus, who had, up until that point, spent his journey looking out of the window. The question was directed to one of the few remaining staff members who had gotten tired of waiting for their master.

"Not that I know of, sir" replied Jeeves, in his raspy, British-accented voice. The answer evidently satisfied Mr. Mercier as he waited in silence to arrive at his mansion, truly a paradise in the desert.

An Hour or So Later.

The Mercier Manor also doubled as the headquarters for the Cultural Preservation and Expansionist Party of Columbia (CPEPC), when Mercier had arrived, the place was as desolate as ever. Now, however, it was filled with political analysts and former-independent Senators who had previously sweared loyalty to CPEPC before Mercier's departure. Everything that could possibly be needed for a political campaign was already there from previous attempts, all was was already prepared and ready for use.

With in a matter of hours, commercials were shot, internet ads were created, information was 'stretched', and posters were made. Within a matter of hours, the first wave of advertising advocating heavily for the admittance of the CPEPC into Senate were created and plastered in such a way that one couldn't simply turn away from them. No, these ads were rather extremely aggressive in their design, speeches were prepared and generally, things were productive.

by **Protestant England and Germany** » Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:16 pm

Dietrich was worried. He was essentially out of a job with the closing of SSD and Dunn got canned, which practically ensured disaster. From Dietrich experience with Dunn, he was rash, erratic, unstable, and a relic from the cold war. The only reason why Dietrich respected him was he was his boss. He began to pace side to side worrying while he waited for the inevitable call from Dunn.

A New Nation (Character/Political Party RP) - IC

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