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

by **Protestant England and Germany** » Fri May 29, 2015 2:50 pm

Marsisian wrote:
Protestant England and Germany wrote:Dietrich was surprised to get a phone call saying he was in charge of SpecUnit, but he was even more surprised that the call had came at such a bad time. He didn't know what to say except "Sir, may I call you back. I am dealing with an issue with one of the cadets and...hlmph" His sentence is interrupted by an elbow to the gut. "I'll get back to you within the hour sir." He hung up the phone and started barking orders to the cadets to help restrain Cadet Huxley. "Nurse, hit him with the sedative already! He is ready to start tearing the other cadets apart!" The nurse, a small elderly woman with quite a few years as a medical practitioner, ran over to Huxley and gave him a swift jab with the needle and he went out like a light. She then drew blood to figure out what might have caused him to snap, if it was biological. She turned to Dietrich. "When he wakes up, send him to the Psychology professor. It might be that he is over stressed and his mind took a vacation, but who knows?" Dietrich sighed and thought, "Was I really that tough on them? Could I have done this to them? No, they went through Basic with Drill Sergeants worse than me and they immerged unscathed." He turned to the cadets and said, "Cadets, this is a direct order, I want all you to report to the Psychology department for enhanced mental screenings. I will fax over what is required, and then some, to the department head. You will have your screenings scheduled by Friday. Also, I just learned I am being transferred. I have not learned when, but I do know this, the Sergeant Major will be taking over drill and instruction for the remainder of the year, or until a suitable replacement can be found. You are free to return to your bunks, but have one man keep an eye on Cadet Huxley. If need be, trade out in shifts." He walked back down to his car and drove home. When he was back, he gave the Secretary a call. "Sir, when do you want me to report?"

"Change of plans," Dunn said unexpectedly. "You're going to be leading the State Security Department. SpecUnit will be a component of this new formation. The unorganized militias who have been roaming around independently before are now integrated into the SSD. Past iterations of this concept, an independent civilian security militia, have unfortunately turned into disasters. I can name two, the Italian Blackshirts and Nazi Schutzstaffel. Do not let the State Security function like them. If you do it's going to land us in deep trouble. Keep to your guidelines and don't perform outside your authorized jurisdiction. Report to the Military Department building."

"Sir, are you sure I am the best candidate?" Dietrich replied with apprehension. "I have no experience as a department head, and I am sure there are hundreds of other service members who are better capable." He sighed. "But sir, if you need me to do this, I will perform my duty to the best of my ability. But I want to pick my staff members, I want military benefits for the SSD, and I don't want anyone other than President Andrews, You, and a select number of senators to answer too. I want to be able to carry out my job with as little interference and red tape as possible. Also, what would be a good help is a building outside of Jamestown, but close enough that I could drive to the capital building if need be. Finally, I want my cadets upon graduation to be placed in command of their own militia. I know them and I can easily keep an eye on them." He was about to hang up the phone when he added "I will be there in twenty minutes."

by **Military Democracy of Birtonia** » Fri May 29, 2015 2:59 pm

CW5 Isaac Hidalgo
Northern Military Base

It had been a few days since Isaac had promoted the young corporal to staff sergeant, and all was going well. The entire platoon had been well trained on their tracks and began to make them feel like home on the inside. A few promising young soldiers were going to be promoted to corporals and sergeants soon, once command decided to approve the orders. For the time being however he received orders to conduct a mock patrol through the country, they were to leave immediately and head south, through the cities and then skirt the eastern border and finally return to base.

It took him a few minutes to gather his personal equipment and put it on top of his track, "Deliverance" as he had named it. He reached into his pocket and dialed the office for his platoon sergeant. After a few rings he picked up, "Sergeant, FRAGO, we're conducting a patrol, get the men out now." he said before hanging up. His rucksack was tied down to the side armor of his tank, not obstructing the grapefruit nor the tanks name, he went ahead and got the command area situated, the op was probably going to take a few days so he got a check list ready. The platoon sergeant would need to ensure that every man had their weapon, and every tank had at least a weeks worth of food and water with them as well, a couple of fuel cans on the back of each track couldn't hurt either.

by **Marsisian** » Fri May 29, 2015 3:05 pm

Military Department

Secretary Dunn was not surprised at Colonel Dietrich's blunt answers. He might have been a little rough around the edges, but he always got the job done and that was the only thing that mattered. "Fine. Colonel, there's an abandoned manor outside of the city. It could make good use for the State Security's headquarters. You will originally have approximately three hundred and fifty men, all formerly part of unorganized militias, in the State Security's Armed Division. I'll be transferring some armored units to your control as well."

Northern Military Base

The Staff Sergeant called Chief Hidalgo out of his tank. "Sir, we have an important message. Secretary of Defense Dunn has given the order for the unit to go to some abandoned manor house outside of Jamestown. We're being transferred to this new State Security agency or something."

by **Military Democracy of Birtonia** » Fri May 29, 2015 3:14 pm

CW5 Isaac Hidalgo

Isaac looked back at his platoon sergeant as he spoke. "What? From the sec def?" he responded in a confused manner. "Well get the grid coordinates son" he commanded as he strapped on his helmet and plugged into the comms system. "Listen up gents, good thing we were ready to go on training but we're being ordered just outside of Jamestown, transferring units boys." he put the mic down and banged on the turret, signalling the driver to move out.

Within a few minutes the whole convoy was moving down the highway towards Jamestown, the platoon sergeant gave the coordinates and it looked like the column would arrive in roughly 30 minutes.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Fri May 29, 2015 8:05 pm

President Andrews, Grand Columbian Arena, Jamestown; August 5th, 2017

President Andrews had returned to the Grand Columbian Arena, to give a speech for celebratory purposes. He had been putting this off for as long as possible, but decided that he could do so no longer. His security detail was here, in exactly the same form as it had been for his speech the previous year. The stadium that was the main venue for political speeches was not built with sandstorms in mind, however. This was disastrous, especially on this day, which would later be known as the day when the "Great Sandstorm of '17" occurred. The weather was perfectly fine when the speech had began, however this certainly did not serve as an accurate predictor for the remainder of the speech. The President first tapped the microphone, to ensure that it was working, which it was. As it wasn't election season anymore, the crowd was far smaller than at had been at his other speech, but he paid no mind to this. A small bit of sand wafted through the air, although barely any, especially when compared to later.
"Greetings, Columbia. I would like to thank you for reelecting me, and I'm certain that you've all made the right choice." he announced, lacking some of the charisma that had bolstered his earlier speech. He was using a cane today, although he hid this behind the podium, which he grasped with both hands to keep his balance. "I apologize for having put this off for so long, I was in the United States last month, recuperating from knee surgery that I was given, while visiting my family in Indiana." he explained, although somewhat weakly. "The paperwork just piled up while I was away, though, and when I returned, I barely got any sleep. I had to sign an absurd number of bills, and... well, you wouldn't believe. Still, I didn't come here to talk about myself, I came to talk about you, the voter." President Andrews told the audience, pointing at them. "It is you, voters, who control this country, and whether it rises or falls. I merely represent you, and let me just say, I am honored to have the privilege to represent such a great country." he spoke, glowing with pride, blissfully unaware of the sand that was now beginning to pile up on the stage and in the seats of the audience. A few listeners to the speech began to head to their cars. "Although the sands of this great, although inhospitable, desert have tried to stop us, we have built our nation up from a nearly unrecognized micronation to... well, at least something with about the same power as Liechtenstein." he told the audience, with a bit of a down note after the pause.
"When I look out at all of your shining faces, I see not a mass of common pedestrians, but people I look upon as if they were my own brothers and sisters. Ladies and gentlemen, we have built the very fiber of this Commonwealth with blood, sweat, and tears, a little bit of each from every proud Columbian out there today. We may not have international recognition, but we have some of the hardest working and most patriotic citizens I could ever hope to meet. Not everyone gets to see their dream realized, but I've been given that privilege, by each of you voters out there. For this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I hope that someday, all of you get to experience something at least close to what you've collectively given me." President Andrews admired, shedding a single tear of joy. The Columbian Flag was torn from its post as the winds picked up, and the sandstorm turned from a breeze to a gale. "My presidency will be like the sands of this vast, open desert-" Andrews attempted to continue, but unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, his poorly thought-out analogy was drowned out by an extremely loud roar, like that of a large dam or a river, but closer to the sound of wind. Almost like a freight train, except this was no tornado. "My apologies, but I'll have to continue this speech later!" he shouted, still barely audible over the roar that was now bordering on deafening.
A large cloud of sand enveloped the arena that had been built on the outskirts of the city, and screams of "SANDSTORM!" made their way around the audience. Andrews was rushed by his security detail to the motorcade, as sand poured in through the open roof of the arena and every other seam within it. Speech attendees were now either being covered in sand or trampled to death by others attempting to escape - or both. The presidential motorcade sped away from the arena, as audience members clamored out the back exits, expecting to have a method of escape through that direction, and some had better luck than the amorphous mass trying to escape through the front doors. Just ten minutes following the abrupt conclusion of the speech, the arena was completely covered in sand. Most of the attendees suffocated on the sand, and not many escaped that day. The rest of Jamestown was mostly safe from the disaster, but the stadium and quite a few buildings on the outskirts of Jamestown disappeared beneath the sands. In total, 927 Columbians were killed that day (several of which were members of the presidential security detail, although thankfully, not President Andrews himself), when including those in the buildings besides the arena, which was so far the deadliest disaster in Columbian history, mainly due to the utter lack of preparation for sandstorms by civilians and government officials alike. This was a very grave day indeed, one that would require much mourning.

by **Protestant England and Germany** » Fri May 29, 2015 8:59 pm

Military Democracy of Birtonia wrote:CW5 Isaac Hidalgo

Isaac looked back at his platoon sergeant as he spoke. "What? From the sec def?" he responded in a confused manner. "Well get the grid coordinates son" he commanded as he strapped on his helmet and plugged into the comms system. "Listen up gents, good thing we were ready to go on training but we're being ordered just outside of Jamestown, transferring units boys." he put the mic down and banged on the turret, signalling the driver to move out.

Within a few minutes the whole convoy was moving down the highway towards Jamestown, the platoon sergeant gave the coordinates and it looked like the column would arrive in roughly 30 minutes.

Director Williams inspected the manor, he was not pleased at the condition. To make matters worse, he had to change out of his Army fatigues and put on a scratchy, wool suit. "Cobwebs everywhere, dry rot in the roof and floor boards, cracks large enough I could fit a tank through. Well, we've got our work cut out for us." He walked outside to see a line of armored vehicles arriving at the manor. He walked up to the lead tank and asked "Is this the tank belonging to Chief Warrant Officer Isaac Hidalgo?" Without waiting for a reply Dietrich said "If so, you are to instruct your men to get a good look, because this is where you will be working from here on out. You will be taking orders from me and I answer only to Secretary Dunn, President Andrews, and very few in the Senate. I cannot guarantee that you will see combat, but we are now the eyes, ears, and hammer of Columbia. When you are deployed, it will be at short notice and it will be to areas of high civilian concentration or in the middle of nowhere. You will also need to contribute to the upkeep of SSD HQ, right now what we need are new floor boards, roofing materials, paint, Spackle, and anything else that might come to mind once you are shown the grounds. Keep mental notes or be a fast writer because once we enter an area, we will assess what needs to happen to bring it up to standard building code. Then, the Quarter master will need a list of all the materials so he can requisition it and possibly outside help from local contractors. I will also be bringing in my own men, such as Foreign Intelligence analysts, Trainers, Computer Analysts, and the works. They will arrive once restoration and modernization of HQ is finished. Are there any questions?" Dietrich wanted to get this over with. "Chief Hidalgo, order your men to disembark and form ranks so we can begin the assessment.

by **Kazarogkai** » Fri May 29, 2015 11:07 pm

Albert Ross AKA Sun Man
The National Civic Faction
Secret Chamber Within Rising Dawn News Building, Jamestown

Albert looked upon the masked faces of the various Colonels of the Citizens Guard each being in command of a Regiment which was all the forces within one of 3 regions with either one of the 3 cities being their nucleus. They had gathered together in a small dark room deep within the hidden recesses of the RDN Building to plot and plan for the future. Many things were up for discussion ranging from politics all the way to law and order in the cities. Bandit raids were at an all time low which was nice and would make the residents living in the countryside who had faced the brunt of the attacks breath a sigh of relief. Conversation turned to the actions of the Department of defense and how they were attempting to forcefully integrate the various civilian militias in the nation. They hadn't yet caused us much in the way of problems for we were far to crafty and sneaky but still they were threat and it was generally agreed that they would need to be dealt with eventually, how this would be done would be settled at a later date. Because of the Legislation that had been passed creating a national police department separate from the armed forces, something many of us had been pandering for a really long time, The amount of vigilante activities by are forces had declined for the need had started going away. Some suggested a radical plan to slowly integrate are forces into the new Police Department and go legitimate, though still more or less maintain the current establishment as it was. This was a possibility and would be something that would need to be decided at a later date. A weapons shipment was coming up and that would need to be dealt with alongside the counting of the rolls needed to be done to see what are numbers were at, both in personnel and in weaponry. Both we knew would be high for this was a well established and organized force that would not be easy to face if one intended on doing so.

Later that day...

Isaac Dougall was a man with a mission and he intended on accomplishing it to the greatest of his abilities in the shortest time possible. He had a plan, as usual, and he thought it would be worth asking how the president felt about it. Overall he was confident he was confident in his plan and of it being accepted by the president as something worthwhile. After checking in with the president's aid Isaac wen't up the stairs, he wanted the exercise, he made it right to the aforementioned's office Where he waited hoping to get an audience.

by **Military Democracy of Birtonia** » Sat May 30, 2015 8:41 am

Protestant England and Germany wrote:Director Williams inspected the manor, he was not pleased at the condition. To make matters worse, he had to change out of his Army fatigues and put on a scratchy, wool suit. "Cobwebs everywhere, dry rot in the roof and floor boards, cracks large enough I could fit a tank through. Well, we've got our work cut out for us." He walked outside to see a line of armored vehicles arriving at the manor. He walked up to the lead tank and asked "Is this the tank belonging to Chief Warrant Officer Isaac Hidalgo?" Without waiting for a reply Dietrich said "If so, you are to instruct your men to get a good look, because this is where you will be working from here on out. You will be taking orders from me and I answer only to Secretary Dunn, President Andrews, and very few in the Senate. I cannot guarantee that you will see combat, but we are now the eyes, ears, and hammer of Columbia. When you are deployed, it will be at short notice and it will be to areas of high civilian concentration or in the middle of nowhere. You will also need to contribute to the upkeep of SSD HQ, right now what we need are new floor boards, roofing materials, paint, Spackle, and anything else that might come to mind once you are shown the grounds. Keep mental notes or be a fast writer because once we enter an area, we will assess what needs to happen to bring it up to standard building code. Then, the Quarter master will need a list of all the materials so he can requisition it and possibly outside help from local contractors. I will also be bringing in my own men, such as Foreign Intelligence analysts, Trainers, Computer Analysts, and the works. They will arrive once restoration and modernization of HQ is finished. Are there any questions?" Dietrich wanted to get this over with. "Chief Hidalgo, order your men to disembark and form ranks so we can begin the assessment.

CW5 Isaac Hidalgo

Within a few minutes of their arrival Isaac spotted what must have been their objective a rather dilapidated old manor, that maybe in it's prime was quite a sight to see. Now however, pieces of it were literally falling apart, "What a shame" Isaac murmured to himself. He directed his driver to pull in near the open space in the rear of the building, which would have to serve as a makeshift motor pool for now. As they approached a man appeared from the inside of the building and made a beeline to the tanks, Isaac held up the signal for a short halt, which each tank obeyed immediately.

The man in question directly identified Isaac by name and rank, explaining the position he was in and where they currently were standing would be the HQ for the new unit. "Yeah roger sir" Isaac replied to the new commander.

"Guys line up on my track, disembark and form up." he ordered to the platoon as he looked back at the line of tanks behind him. Each driver had rehearsed this many a time and carefully drove up to the right of the commanders tank, making sure to keep their front end on line with his.

As the men performed their duties Isaac walked up to the man. "Sir, got a few questions, what exactly is this unit? And what is our role? QRF? If that's the case a platoon of tank destroyers might not be the quickest for that duty."

He grabbed two of the privates from the line and ordered one to seal up the tanks hatches, gun barrels, and exhaust ports, lest the sand fill them up forever. The second private was ordered to be the scribe for the duration of the building inspection.

by **Camelone** » Sat May 30, 2015 9:09 am

Andrew Shafik deployed the Saint Mark Warriors to help alleviate the suffering caused by the sandstorm in not only the Coptic neighborhoods but in all the surrounding neighborhoods. He himself along with many other prominent members of the Coptic Futurist Party also went out to help and used their wealth to purchase or rent machinery to help clear out the send and get medical assistance for people who needed it. Trucks bearing the symbol of the Coptic Futurist Party drove down the highways across the country clearing the roads off and stopping to help anybody in need. While Andrew did part of this out of wanting to help people he also had another motive, to get the population to start supporting the Coptic Futurist Party.

by **World Anarchic Union** » Sat May 30, 2015 9:22 am

Nicholas Darkmoon has sent supplies of all kinds gathered by the members of RLUF and other organizations to take to the injured and the families of the dead caused by the sandstorm that claimed 900 lives. He gave his condolences for the victims, the injured and their families. He said:
"This was a terrible event. A sandstorm that claimed so many lives of the people that lived in the immediate vicinity. We grieve for the dead and the injured and hope that the injured will be cured with no more lives being taken unfortunately and without reason. Our condolences are also with the families of the dead from which a sustainable portion are children. Let this event never be repeated."

by **Camelone** » Sat May 30, 2015 9:38 am

Andrew Shafik rode in the back of one of the topless trucks carrying supplies to the capital. When the truck stopped the Saint Mark Warriors hopped out and began distributing supplies to those in need along with a couple other trucks. Andrew grabbed a megaphone and said "Citizens please come and be relieved by the Coptic Futurist Party, we are here to aid you any way we can. Please come to us if you have any problems and we will do our best to end them. I make you a promise we will come through this disaster stronger and wiser than ever, and I make you a pledge that the Coptic Futurist Party will find a way to stop these sandstorms from happening and at the very least to prevent the loss of life at this scale. Through science and faith we can do anything!" There was an applause from the people that gathered around him as he spoke and the Saint Mark Warriors kept giving out aid.

by **Protestant England and Germany** » Sat May 30, 2015 6:06 pm

Military Democracy of Birtonia wrote:
Protestant England and Germany wrote:Director Williams inspected the manor, he was not pleased at the condition. To make matters worse, he had to change out of his Army fatigues and put on a scratchy, wool suit. "Cobwebs everywhere, dry rot in the roof and floor boards, cracks large enough I could fit a tank through. Well, we've got our work cut out for us." He walked outside to see a line of armored vehicles arriving at the manor. He walked up to the lead tank and asked "Is this the tank belonging to Chief Warrant Officer Isaac Hidalgo?" Without waiting for a reply Dietrich said "If so, you are to instruct your men to get a good look, because this is where you will be working from here on out. You will be taking orders from me and I answer only to Secretary Dunn, President Andrews, and very few in the Senate. I cannot guarantee that you will see combat, but we are now the eyes, ears, and hammer of Columbia. When you are deployed, it will be at short notice and it will be to areas of high civilian concentration or in the middle of nowhere. You will also need to contribute to the upkeep of SSD HQ, right now what we need are new floor boards, roofing materials, paint, Spackle, and anything else that might come to mind once you are shown the grounds. Keep mental notes or be a fast writer because once we enter an area, we will assess what needs to happen to bring it up to standard building code. Then, the Quarter master will need a list of all the materials so he can requisition it and possibly outside help from local contractors. I will also be bringing in my own men, such as Foreign Intelligence analysts, Trainers, Computer Analysts, and the works. They will arrive once restoration and modernization of HQ is finished. Are there any questions?" Dietrich wanted to get this over with. "Chief Hidalgo, order your men to disembark and form ranks so we can begin the assessment.

CW5 Isaac Hidalgo

Within a few minutes of their arrival Isaac spotted what must have been their objective a rather dilapidated old manor, that maybe in it's prime was quite a sight to see. Now however, pieces of it were literally falling apart, "What a shame" Isaac murmured to himself. He directed his driver to pull in near the open space in the rear of the building, which would have to serve as a makeshift motor pool for now. As they approached a man appeared from the inside of the building and made a beeline to the tanks, Isaac held up the signal for a short halt, which each tank obeyed immediately.

The man in question directly identified Isaac by name and rank, explaining the position he was in and where they currently were standing would be the HQ for the new unit. "Yeah roger sir" Isaac replied to the new commander.

"Guys line up on my track, disembark and form up." he ordered to the platoon as he looked back at the line of tanks behind him. Each driver had rehearsed this many a time and carefully drove up to the right of the commanders tank, making sure to keep their front end on line with his.

As the men performed their duties Isaac walked up to the man. "Sir, got a few questions, what exactly is this unit? And what is our role? QRF? If that's the case a platoon of tank destroyers might not be the quickest for that duty."

He grabbed two of the privates from the line and ordered one to seal up the tanks hatches, gun barrels, and exhaust ports, lest the sand fill them up forever. The second private was ordered to be the scribe for the duration of the building inspection.

Director Williams looked at the Chief Hidalgo and pulled him aside. "Chief Hidalgo, the best way to describe this unit is a mixture of the National Guard, FBI, and CIA. As for our role, officially it is to centralize the militia, but as I said, we will be running ops against drugs, gun, and human trafficking, conducting espionage, and state security for foreign dignitaries. We are also to act as the last line of defense in case of invasion. Let me put it like this, the regular Army is the Hammer of Columbia, the SSD is the Shield of Columbia. We protect the citizens and defend what Columbia was founded on. Liberty, a Fresh Start, and Peace." He turned away and ordered the new SSD agents forward into the mansion. They toured the entire thing and was left with a laundry list of supplies and expenses. Director Williams turned to the scribe. "Private, what is your name and what does the list of needed supplies say? And you are part of the SSD, there is no need for formal salutes, just tell me what we need." The private looked at Director Williams and spoke up. "Director Williams, my name is Private Charles Rapp. For the first floor we mostly need lumber: floor boards, structural supports, siding and roofing. For the second floor, it is the same deal. Floor boards, structural supports, siding and roofing. We will also need to replace the wiring, electrical systems, breakers, insulation, paint, and masonry on the west and north wings. For paint, we will need indoor and outdoor paint. Finally we will need to expand the basement to make room for an armory, server room, interrogation rooms, and holding cells." Director Williams smiled. "Agent Rapp, you are now the Quarter Master, it is your job to secure materials and contractors needed to get the job done. Once we have this building up to code, I will supply you a list of materials needed to get operations up and running. Also, I will need plans for a command center underneath the East Wing with back-up servers and the works."
He turned back to Chief Hidalgo, "Assistant Director Hidalgo, you know these men better than I do, I entrust the task of getting the materials to you and Quarter Master Rapp. As for construction, all of us will pitch in to help." He turned to the rest of the agents. "Gentlemen, for now you will be staying in a dorm building rented from Jamestown University. It is not far from the campus and you will not fraternize with any of the students or faculty. From now on, unless specified by me, uniforms are black suit with white shirt and black tie. Each of you will be fitted and it will be broken up into 3 three hour blocks. I will have tailors from Alexandre London measure you and have suits ready one week after measuring. You will also be using the FMG-9 as your primary gun when on protective detail, you will also use Glock 17 as your side arm and will be carried at all times except when in the building. When you enter the building you will lock your pistol in your gun locker which will be located in your work area. Inside it you will also be required to keep a Tavor TAR-21 rifle for the off chance that the building is compromised. That is all, you will be transported to your dorms with in the hour so I want those tanks behind the house under camouflage netting" Director Williams dismissed the men and walked to his "official" Bentley Flying Spur and drove to his apartment. An hour after he got home, he received a call from the university that the new SSD agents arrived at the dorms.
He smiled and called Secretary Dunn. "Secretary Dunn, I have a list of materials I will need to fix up the manor you gave to the SSD and a list of official equipment for field agents. I will fax it over to you momentarily."

by **Marsisian** » Sat May 30, 2015 6:36 pm

Military Department

Secretary Dunn was troubled because of a recent appearance of the Ghost Runners, a highly dangerous crime syndicate located in troubled parts of the world such as Iraq, Thailand, or Mexico. The Ghost Runners were highly organized, well-equipped, competently trained, and experts at almost every racket imaginable. The Army needed its manpower to combat other threats such as bandits or raiders, so naturally he turned to the one agency that could also deal with the Ghosts. The State Security Department.

Dunn then got a call from Colonel Williams and he frantically tried to explain what happened. "Colonel, I need your help. A highly dangerous force, the Ghost Runners, have set up shop in an isolated valley east of the Sudanese Border. They are not to be trifled with and are very dangerous to passing trade convoys. They are harming the economy and harming our nation at large, and the Army can't attack them right now. So I'm calling on you and your State Security. Thank god finalization for your Armed Division's uniforms and equipment have been passed, so you can get on this as soon as you get the equipment."

Dunn then texted him a preview of what the would uniforms would be like. "Our eyes and ears have reported they have approximately 60 to 80 armed personnel ready to defend against any incursions. Strike fast and strike hard. You can do it, I trust you."

by **Camelone** » Sat May 30, 2015 7:43 pm

The Coptic Futurist Party was hosting a rally after all the Saint Mark Warriors got back from their relief efforts around Columbia, the Saint Mark Warriors were providing security for the rally and marching in formation to provide an atmosphere of strength and invulnerability to the rally. Andrew Shafik stood behind the stage that was constructed for this rally, he was rereading his speech that he prepared and took a deep breath "Well it's good to not lose the feeling of nervousness I guess." He said to himself as he heard a prominent local band move onto their final song. The people were having a grand old time and it made Andrew smile and reinforced his belief that he was doing the right thing, providing a safe haven for the Coptic Christians of the world. His head lieutenant of the Saint Mark Warriors signaled to him that he was ready to go on stage. Nodding in understanding Andrew bolted up the stairs of the stage to the sound of the applause of the people at the rally. Looking over the people and slightly blinded by the lights shining over everybody he cleared his throat and began to speak "Brothers and sisters of the Coptic faith we stand here ready to embark on a grand struggle of righteousness, we are here to set up a grand nation of God in the same way God granted Abraham the land of Israel to the Jewish people. God has brought us here to lay the foundations of HIS Kingdom on Earth!" Andrew said and was met with a giant burst of applause, after the clapping settled down he continued "Now the times before us will be hard and arduous but we must never forget our reason of why we suffer and toil, we do everything for our oppressed brothers and sisters who face discrimination or have their traditions and culture stamped out across the world. Now is the time for action, we have a mandate from God to establish this sacred nation, to provide an example for humanity to follow that is not tied to the immorality of the Western World, and to be the vanguard to a new Golden Age! March with me brothers and sisters and we can do anything, we have strength through unity so nothing can stop us on our Crusade. Let us not forget our goals and let us be protected from the vices that have plagued the Western World. Remember in the West and other secular countries they idolize vice they put the love of money and power before the love of God and humanity!" Andrew said slamming his fist into the podium and the people erupted in another wave of applause, the cameras present were broadcasting this on the internet and local television sets. "Furthermore I am announcing my running for the Columbian Senate as our other members of the Coptic Futurist Party, let us pray to God for our success." After he said that he handed over the microphone to a priest who began the prayer, bowing his head in prayer with the other people present they began to pray with the priest. Ending the prayer the priest handed the microphone back to Andrew who took a deep breath "Now is the time to be active, I beseech all of you to spread the word of this party along with the Coptic faith throughout Columbia. Only through the actions of everybody here can we hope to stand any chance of victory. Peace to all of you brothers and sisters and pray for our victory." With that Andrew placed the microphone back on the podium and walked off the stage to shake the hands of the people assembled, as he was doing that a man grabbed his arm tightly and brought him in for a hug but whispered "Die." Into Andrew's ear and stabbed him in the stomach two times before he was separated by the group but another assassin drew a pistol and fired at Andrew but thankfully only hit his shoulder as someone hit his arm before he got a shot off. Collapsing to the ground Andrew was rushed to a hospital.

A day later
After the botched assassination attempt Andrew had double the guard around him at the hospital by the Saint Mark Warriors, he was moved to the party headquarters after he was stabilized as the Inner Circle believed he would be to exposed in a national hospital. Sitting up Andrew signaled for a camera to be brought to him he had an announcement to make after the camera started rolling Andrew said "Let it be known I will not be stopped by some petty thugs who wish to see our righteous cause suppressed, this will only empower me even more to fulfill the promises I have made. I will not pull out of the senatorial elections and I will fight tooth and nail for the people of the Coptic faith even if it means I will die in the end. That is all, God bless." After the camera stopped Andrew slumped back into his bed exhausted.

A police department
The two men who tried to assassinate Andrew Shafik were being held in a police department under the Saint Mark Warriors jurisdiction. The Head Lieutenant walked up to the two imprisoned men "Pathetic you couldn't even execute a simply order, I mean he was point blank how could you fail at that!" he said to them but when the two would be assassins tried to defend themselves he cut them off as six police officers entered the room "Now these nice men are going to take you for a little ride." He said smirking as the two assassins tried to resist the inevitable and were dragged out of the police department through the back door and turned up dead the next day.

by **Protestant England and Germany** » Sun May 31, 2015 1:44 pm

Marsisian wrote:Military Department

Secretary Dunn was troubled because of a recent appearance of the Ghost Runners, a highly dangerous crime syndicate located in troubled parts of the world such as Iraq, Thailand, or Mexico. The Ghost Runners were highly organized, well-equipped, competently trained, and experts at almost every racket imaginable. The Army needed its manpower to combat other threats such as bandits or raiders, so naturally he turned to the one agency that could also deal with the Ghosts. The State Security Department.

Dunn then got a call from Colonel Williams and he frantically tried to explain what happened. "Colonel, I need your help. A highly dangerous force, the Ghost Runners, have set up shop in an isolated valley east of the Sudanese Border. They are not to be trifled with and are very dangerous to passing trade convoys. They are harming the economy and harming our nation at large, and the Army can't attack them right now. So I'm calling on you and your State Security. Thank god finalization for your Armed Division's uniforms and equipment have been passed, so you can get on this as soon as you get the equipment."

Dunn then texted him a preview of what the would uniforms would be like. "Our eyes and ears have reported they have approximately 60 to 80 armed personnel ready to defend against any incursions. Strike fast and strike hard. You can do it, I trust you."

"Sir, in my professional opinion. I won't be able to attack these thugs at the moment, I still don't have the records of half the militias in Columbia, and the ones that I do have, they are untrained rabble who are under equiped and poorly trained." Director Williams was deadly serious. "And using the Challengers would prove disasterous, especially if these guys are packing AT rockets. I think we will just have to wait until I get everything up and running, but that being said. I will order the QM to requisition supplies to finish renovating and restoring this property and will demand a list of all members of all the militias in Columbia. And if any don't comply then I will break down the door and make them comply." He hoped it was enough to ease the Secretaries fears, but he knew that only the complete and total destruction of "The Ghost Raiders" would satisfy him.

by **Military Democracy of Birtonia** » Sun May 31, 2015 4:25 pm

Assitant Director Isaac Hidalgo

Isaac was quite pleased and still a little shocked about the sudden transfer, if it were regular army unit change that wouldn't have worried him, happens all the time, but this, this was something different entirely. He was ready to take on this new challenge with extreme pride. His new boss, Director Williams had outlined very clearly what their mission was, as well as their current objective was to get headquarters into tip top shape, in addition to the Director's orders, Isaac wanted to make sure that a proper motor pool would be built outside, as keeping the tanks rather exposed without any maintenance areas would prove to be a disaster in the long run. After Williams left, the men went around securing the tanks underneath the camo nets like they were ordered. Isaac took two of the new "Agents" and instructed them they would be the start of guard duty here at HQ, since he didn't want to leave the tracks unattended. "Your service gear will have to do for now boys, Agent Rapp I'll need you to acquire our gear we left back at the base in addition to our service weapons, I'll get started on the construction supplies before I get to our dorms." he turned to his former platoon sergeant, "I'll make an executive decision here and grant you the title of Senior Agent, Thompson you'll be in charge of the men until I get there tonight, don't let them cause any trouble.

A few hours later Isaac arrived at the dormitory and he was finally able to get out of his dusty uniform and slip on some regular civilian clothing, ensuring his weapon was close by. He took out his phone and began scrolling through Generic Social Media Site and noticed a story about the very large dust storm that occured earlier today. Dialing the number for Director Williams he was going to ask if maybe the new SSD should help with the situation. He awaited the answer of Williams.

by **Terrelis** » Sun May 31, 2015 5:05 pm

CIS Heafquarters, Oasis
Secretary Jessica Hughes' car pulled up outside a warehouse on the outskirts of Oasis. On the outside it looked like a normal warehouse but once she stepped inside it was evident that wasn't the case. There were desk covered in paper and people furiously typing away at their computers. There were open files laying around of various government officials both in and out of Columbia. As Secretary Hughes ascended the stairs she was met by a young African-American woman in a pants suit. They entered the woman's office and sat down. "Director Vaden how are you," Hughes asked of the woman, Angela Vaden Director of the Central Intelligence Service. Vaden smiled, well it was more of a smirk she didn't smile very often, "I'm well, shall we get started," without waiting for a reply she began, "The citizens guard have been keeping a low profile since the National Security Act passed but we're still keeping an eye on them; the Saint Mark Warriors, the futurist militant wing, has been in public more than usual lately although they gave out supplies we believe they're up to something else, we can technically arrest ten all on site but that's your call; and finally the RAF is gaining a little steam but we don't have eyes on the inside, we do believe they're planning a small scale attack though." Jessica flipped through the binder and she listened to Director Vaden, "the citizens guard isn't a threat, I'lleet with Ross to try and get them in the SPF; the futurist are bold but they aren't stupid they won't do anything that will get them into any major trouble but still keep a close eye on them and their movements; as for the RAF I want someone on the inside, get your best in there I don't need any rookies blowing our cover. Where are you on the Dunn file?" The director wrote down a few notes, " finding information on the 'general' has been hard but I have a contact at the U.S. Defense Department and I'm going to try and get his file over here. We also hacked our own defense departments communications network and he's created a state security unit led by colonel williams, their first mission is to a Ghost Runners camp but from the looks of things they're not prepared to she it on." Jessica's face quickly went from passive to pissed, "who the hell does he think he is trying to invade in my territory, he doesn't see me going a making a paramilitary force to counter the military he bought. Call the commissioner I want the whole damn SWAT unit to storm the Ghost Runner base and bring as many of them back alive as possible. If that is all I have some things to attend to." Hughes stood up and so did Vaden, "yes ma'am," she said as the secretary left. Secretary Hughes got in her car and told her driver to take her to the Capitol somewhere she didn't go often, she needed to see Andrews.

Several Hours Later...
It was pitch black in this area due to the lack of civilation, eight Bearcats carrying 12 men each drove through the desert towards the base of the Ghost Runners. It wasn't the full unit like Secretary Hughes demanded but it was enough to get the job done. They stopped about a mile out and proceeded on foot so the terrorist wouldn't notice the vehicles approaching about a quarter of a mile out they stopped. "Alpha One, Alpha Two, and Bravo One teams will take the lead; Bravo Two, Charlie, and Delta will follow us; Echo and Foxtrot will stay outside and keep watch," the leader of the mission Captain Jake Long said to them, they all nodded and he said move out. With his night vision goggles on Long could see ten to twelve of them guarding the outside of the base. He raised his M4 Carbine and his men did the same, from then on all that was heard by anyone near was the peircing sound of gunfire. 12 minutes, 8 dead SWAT, 36 dead ghost runners, and 27 captured ghost runners later the baearcats and the armored mobile cages, as they called them, with the captures terrorist sped towards an undisclosed location. Captain Long took out a phone and called Director Vaden, "It's done, we're on our way to the fort."

by **Marsisian** » Sun May 31, 2015 5:24 pm

Military Department

Secretary Dunn was furious, as was most of his staff. The informant inside the Ghost Runners had nervously told them of a SWAT assault on the Ghost Runners camp, and without permission from the establishment actually doing the mission. Angrily, Dunn called the head of the police force and screamed. "Whose business are you trying to get into?! Because the way I see it, you openly interfered in State Security and Military business! Is this some kind of a twisted game to you? There were lives at stake here, and you decide to go all John Rambo and bust down the door? When did anybody tell you to infringe on national security matters? You handle the criminals, we handle the large terrorist cells and threats to this country's security, in this case it was the latter! If you just did this to prove a point, I am really ashamed that a member of this government establishment would stoop so low as to go it alone. Ridiculous, this whole thing is ridiculous. I'll see the President hears about this, you just watch."

He then drove off to see the President and tell him of the police agency's wrongdoings.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Sun May 31, 2015 5:47 pm

President Andrews, Executive Office, Jamestown

President Andrews was very annoyed by the lack of media coverage following the sandstorm. It was as if no one actually cared about the major loss of life that had just recently occurred, killing about a twentieth of the Columbian population. He smoked a cigarette, leaning back in his chair, and looked up at the sky outside of his window, wistfully. He sat back up, however, and got back to what he had been doing before. What he was doing, precisely, was a matter of debate. Andrews was currently deeply involved in breaking his old paddle ball record, 509 without slipping up. He was doing this just as his secretary buzzed his office, with news of the Secretary of the Interior and the Secretary of Defense just about breaking down his door to see him.
"Sir, Secretary Hughes and Secretary Dunn are here to see you. They're practically rabid, sir, I don't know what to do." Sarah told the President, in a slightly anxious voice. Andrews jumped, and the ball wrapped around the paddle, causing Andrews to throw it down furiously. "Sir? Sir, are you alright?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine, I just... lost my concentration. Anyway, send the two in, at the same time. I expect they're here on the same matter, due to their job descriptions." the President ordered, still annoyed.

by **Marsisian** » Sun May 31, 2015 6:06 pm

Executive Office
Jamestown

Secretary Dunn came in first, still furious and frothing at the mouth almost. He looked with a slightly sadistic glare at the other secretary then spoke. "Mr. President, the secretary next to me has completely gone out of her way to circumvent the jurisdiction of the State Security and the armed forces. The Ghost Runners camp east of the border with Sudan was under our surveillance by an inside informant who was gathering information about the Ghost Runners and what we could do to destroy their syndicate across the world. And he would have gotten even more valuable information had the police not gone in and gotten themselves into a firefight. Not all of them were even killed anyway, so they can just come back here and take revenge! Had they not fumbled the operation so much, the entire government would have recieved excellent information about the Ghost Runner Syndicate. When we would have tapped them dry of info, then the State Security would have went in. Not this debacle the police calls an operation."

by **Terrelis** » Sun May 31, 2015 6:09 pm

Executive Office, Capitol Building
Secretary Hughes furiously stormed into the presidents office. She didn't wait for a greeting she immediately began her rant. "Mr. President I have dealt with the ludicrous so called military that the 'General' is paying for but he has gone entirely too far. The militaries job is to protect us from foreign threats and that alone. I, and my department, are responsible for national security and terrorism and things of that matter. I acted within my full authority and jurisdiction launching the attack of the ghost runners, which was successful and ended with the capture of 27 of them who are now in a location I'd rather my mention with him in the building. The state security unit is nothing but a a failed attempt at taking my authority, and my CIS and NIB can do much better than they will ever do. You need to do something about him and keep a muzzle on your damned dog."

by **Jagellion** » Sun May 31, 2015 6:10 pm

Streets of Jamestown
David hands out the newest version of The Red Columbian to people in Jamestown. Many people, after seeing the title, shoves him and curses at him. one man takes a newspaper and hands him 2 bucks, he says: "Good luck, I support your cause." Two soldiers approached him, they asked what he was doing and asked to look at the newspaper. David threw all the newspapers and ran away. He learned parkour on the streets of Lodz as a kid, and used his skills and lost the guards.

by **Marsisian** » Sun May 31, 2015 6:24 pm

"This 'dog' is the only thing preventing you and your sad little band of boys in blue shirts you call a national police force being shot in the streets by either of the two countries around us. Like you would know how to handle a police agency, you don't even know how to handle an operation right without getting your men killed. I don't have time for your petty insults and remarks. This failed attempt at usurping your power is our last line of defense, a National Guard. Something which your agencies, filled with bumbling idiots and bureaucrats, can't do. I'd love to see the day when your Keystone Cops try to defend this place against well-organized forces much less a bunch of bandits. So watch your mouth and watch where you put your disgusting nose in. This operation was in our control from the very beginning and you did nothing more than mess the entire thing up."

by **Terrelis** » Sun May 31, 2015 6:32 pm

"Ha! That's funny last I checked neither of our neighbors have launched any attacks nor have they made any threats. You and the group of trigger happy gold diggers you paid for aren't doing anything but sitting on your asses and spending money that could be used for something useful. My band of boys does more for this country than your so called military ever will. We're the ones who keep the people safe, and we're the ones who are responsible for the nations security. Te bumbling idiots I emplore are the best of the best at what they do and the do it for this country not for a paycheck, you can't say the same about those gun-nut idiots who work for you. You've done absolutely nothing for this nation or its people. If the operation was under control then why did you Colonel tell you he wasn't prepared. You're to busy running around trying to build a super military that can take on giants instead of defending this damn nation."

by **Marsisian** » Sun May 31, 2015 6:39 pm

"The gun nut idiots you speak about are loyal citizens of this nation who want to defend it from threats who might harm this nation in any way. In other words, you and your keystone cops. You think you defend this nation? Ha! Last time I checked you have a lightly armed force of constables and SWAT units who can't even barge in a door worth a damn. If any criminal organization gets.. oh... I don't know, automatic rifles and maybe some small explosives, they could be on an equal footing with law enforcement. The Colonel wasn't prepared, yes. But he had an armored unit at his disposal and could easily have wiped them out then and there. I will not say any more because I have no interest in annoying the President about your failures."

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