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by President Steven Seagal » Tue Feb 05, 2019 11:33 am
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by President Steven Seagal » Fri Feb 15, 2019 3:48 pm
President Steven Seagal wrote:..Walnut Creek, California..
"Commander, what you're suggesting is damn near impossible."
Stillone looked impassively at the corporal. "Son, hard is doable. Impossible takes a little longer. You got a better plan?"
The plan he was referring to was a launched attack from Alcatraz Island onto the main docks of San Francisco, namely Fisherman's Wharf. No one would ever suspect an attack on a regular place like that. The wharf would be occupied quickly, whatever minimal security units neutralized in mere minutes. It was the next part that was worrisome.
"So, sir, what you are saying is that just thirty men will land on the docks in four rubber rafts, armed to the teeth,and subdue all resistence on the Wharf. And then we move quickly to the media stations and city hall to take control of the airwaves. Tell me....what about the police? They'll just stand by and let it happen?"
"Probably not, corporal. But they'll die protecting their commie over-lords. Once we have control of the airwaves, our Patriot Militias from the north in Petaluma and the south in Oakland will converge to points in the center of Frisco. Anyone, and I mean anyone, in the way will be eliminated. San Francisco will fall to the Patriots in less than two hours with minimal loss."
Corporal Stillwell nodded. "Sounds good, Commander. Our people are ready to die for our country."
Stillone looked over to Stillwell. "Lemme tell ya something, Corporal. Victory isn't dying for your country. Victory is causing the enemy to die for theirs. Never forget the difference."
by Foxton-Sunbury » Sat Feb 16, 2019 7:09 am
by Foxton-Sunbury » Sat Feb 23, 2019 4:35 pm
by New Wyoming Territory » Mon Feb 25, 2019 4:07 am
by Sarrazin » Mon Feb 25, 2019 5:21 am
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by Sarrazin » Thu Feb 28, 2019 7:41 am
Sarrazin wrote:..On the Nebraska-Wyoming Border..
The refugees were weary. They'd spent the better part of four months crossing the vast distance between Detroit and the plains. Nebraska had been especially difficult. Mile after mile of nothing other than corn and wheat fields. It was not so bad when the sun shone, but the thunder storms and bouts of hail were difficult to endure. Now here they were in Kimball, Nebraska, facing a hostile border=crossing.
"Listen, Pedro, you 'aint got papers,you 'aint crossing the border. Simple as that." The guard stood ready, Colt .45 pistol in hand. He was backed up by three other heavily-armed men in the black and grey uniforms of the Liberty Council Militia.
"Sir, with al due respect, my name is Peter. And we've walked all this way to find a friendly refuge, free from danger. We started out as seventy-four. We lost thirty along the way. Mostly women and children. And as you can see, there are still more children who are hungry and sick. Can't you find it in your heart to help us?"
"Careful, soldier. They've been using this bleeding-heart tactic for decades. Don't be suckered into letting these criminals into Wyoming." Lieutenant Karl Ritter spoke quietly, but all the guards heard him. The guard said, "As I said, Paco, no papers, no entry."
Peter's shoulders sagged. "No one did much more for us than to give us bread and water on our trek across all those states. Why can't you help us?"
"Because it's against the law, that's why. For far too many years, our laws were pushed aside in the name of humanitarian aid. That's how 12 million illegals got into America. 'Aint happening no more." The guard cocked the Colt. "Now....git!"
Peter looked behind him at the group of refugees and nodded. With a swift move, he and a half-dozen other men pulled guns and knives from hidden places in their clothing. Before any of them could move forward or pull a trigger, the border guards opened fire.
Barely forty-five seconds later, all refugees bearing arms were either dea or severely wounded. With a motion of his head, the lieutenant moved forward to see who was left as the medics tended to the wounded.
Lt. Ritter spoke to the very frightened women. "Ladies, we are truly sorry that we had to do this, but we have the task of defending our borders. I am authorized to feed you and clothe you. I would suggest that after you rest that you start walking south to Colorado. There are people there who will take you in."
"Muchas gracias, senor. Colorado is a sanctuary state?"
Ritter grinned. "For now, ma'am. For now."
by The Shadow Soldiers » Sun Mar 03, 2019 6:14 am
The Shadow Soldiers wrote:..New York City, 23rd street..
He was still bleeding heavily as he entered the abandoned building. The plan had worked fairly well until the damned SWAT team showed up. The fire-fight left all of his people dead or wounded except him and Floyd. He didn't know where Floyd was at the moment, but he had to get out of sight before the police found him. It wouldn't be hard with the blood-trail he was leaing.
A movement caused him to turn. Floyd said, "So, you made it out alive. A bit worse for wear, I see."
Jorge was both angry and grateful that Floyd had survived. "You okay? Been hit?"
"Just a couple of shrapnel scratches. But you bleeding like a stuck pig."
Jorge looked down. His bloody hand was still clamped over the gaping wound in his side. "Really just a flesh wound. No major arteries. Help me bandage it." In a couple of minutes, the blood flow lessened, but the thick padded bandages were starting to show seeping blood stains.
"You need to get that stitched up, bud. You gonna bleed to death otherwise."
"Yeah, well, I can't just stroll into a hospital, y'know. I'm going to have to do it myself as soon as it lets up."
Floyd asked, "So, we done good? Courthouse blown up? Judges dead?"
Jorge nodded. "Far as I could tell, most of the front of the courthouse caved inand around fifty people buried under the rubble. Don't know the extent of the interior damage, but we hurt 'em good. Them damned Patriots will remember this day for a long time!"
Floyd grinned. "So now what, chief? We hang around here too long and we be in Guantanimo tomorrow. If we live that long."
Jorge smiled. "What...you wanna live forever? We done our part for global communism. Now we need to stay hidden until we're needed again."
"Haley and her commanders are gonna level New York trying to find us. Where we gonna hide?"
"She won't do to New York what she did to our brothers in Detroit and Chicago. We need to get to Jersey down to the Pine Barrens. No one will find us there. We'll rest up and in a couple of months we can be ready for the next assignment."
They both looked up as they heard the police sirens go by the building, then fade away. Jorge realized he was sweating.
"We wait until nightfall, then we'll creep across the river and find our way south. With luck, we'll be in the cranberry bogs in a week."
Floyd looked closely at him. "I'm gonna tell you right now, you hold me up, I'm leaving your ass. Bleeding like you are will ead them right to us."
"Do what you gotta do. If we're seperated, I'll meet you outside Elmer."
Floyd nodded. "Gotcha. Good luck."
by Foxton-Sunbury » Wed Mar 06, 2019 3:41 pm
by New Wyoming Territory » Fri Mar 08, 2019 6:41 am
New Wyoming Territory wrote:..Afton, Wyoming..
"Spring's coming, Hannah." Josiah Button sat by the fire warming his hands. It was still a chilly 33 degrees in the foothills of the Rockies, but a few of the aspens were showing buds on their outer limbs.
"Yep, and none too soon, Jo. Been a long cold one this year." Hannah Button sat wrapped in her buffalo-hide blanket, feet toward the fire. "I reckon this year we can build us a cabin and move outta this here teepee, eh?"
Josiah asked, "You sure you wanna do that, Hannah? No tellin' what the Council will decide about us and our folk. We may have to move up higher, mebbe up near the Yellowstone."
She shook her head. "Nope. I heard tell that our people are gonna stay put right here. Enough of them militia-types up in the mountains already. Council needs to start thinking about the lowlands. That President Haley is doin' a right-good job getting rid of the commies. But the refugee commies may start showin' up in these parts. Hell, Chicago and Detroit are all but leveled, what criminals that 'aint been killed are headin' west and south. Council 'aint gonna let 'em come out this way, that's fer sure."
Josiah and Hannah were mid-level operatives in the group of hyper-patriotic militants known as the Cauchemar. That wasn't their official name, and not all of them were happy about the tag. Cauchemar was French for "nightmare", and while it was true that the enemies of the union saw these folk as nightmares to their culturally-inferior way of life, the militants didn't want the country to think that what they did to preserve Constitutional government was nightmarish. It was anything but.
"Them criminals and commies got no place here. This is God's country. 'Aint no drugs or Islam coming here. Not while I'm alive." Josiah glanced over to the teepee. "Reckon your right, Hannah. We can build us a fine cabin right over there near the creek and the trees. Plenty of oaks and ash around." He stood, cradling his AR-15. "Let's go into town and see what's what, eh?"
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Afton, Wyoming was the regional operations center for central-west Wyoming. It included a section of Idaho as well. The Council didn't pay much attention to borders, but rather grouped areas of training into provinces. The primary job of the Council was to keep the greater Wyoming territory free from any and all foreign influences. Crime statistics were very low, mostly due to the strict policy of zero-tolerence.
The official name of the roughly 1500 people that made up the de-facto government of the Wyoming Territory was The Liberty Council. They were, in theory, part and parcel of the American Patriot government headed up by President Nikki Haley. But most of the people felt that Haley didn't go far enough with her non-tolerence policies.
The militias of the Liberty Council trained constantly. All citizens from the age of twelve were active parts of the movement. All received tactical training in weaponry. medicine, and other support mechanisms. And they were required to attend church twice weekly. All LC personnel were sworn in using the tried and true method of swearing an oath with their hands on a Bible.
Judge Randolph Colbert looked the Buttons up and down. "So, you two want to settle permanently in this area? Okay, I don't see a problem with that. Our range of protection includes the southern portion of the Rockies on down near to Utah and west into Idaho. We have just 22 people at this point to cover this area. You'll both be a welcome addition to this unit."
Josiah and Hannah thanked him, then Hannah asked, "Judge, what's this we're hearing that the President wants some of us to come to DC? For what?"
Colbert hesitated, then said, "She's apparently given us her stamp of approval. We may not always agree with her, but she trusts us to do the right thing. And she has it in her mind to include as many of the tribes as want to go."
Josiah rubbed his chin. "That's a right wild bunch, Judge. 'Aint but a handful got a head on their shoulders."
"Yes, that's why I'll be selecting one or two from each tribe personally. This country did the native Americans wrong 200-plus years ago, and it's time to begin to make things right with them. I don't know how far Haley wants to go, but it's a start, After all, they were here before we Europeans got here."
"'Aint that the truth. When does Haley wanna do this?"
"She's talking six-to-eight weeks from now. Depending on whether the new capitol buildings are ready down to Missouri or not. But, DC will do. Never been there myself."
Hannah grinned. "Yeah, us neither. Be nice to see it before it becomes a museum."
The judge asked, "So you both will be doing all the work on the cabin?"
"Yep, and while we're at it, we gonna put up a barn and some fencing. We're here for the long haul."
"Good for you. But don't forget your scheduled days of militia training. Not to mention church."
"Not a problem, Judge. We'll get it all done, right and proper."
by Foxton-Sunbury » Fri Mar 08, 2019 3:36 pm
Foxton-Sunbury wrote:..Ground Zero Harbor, Lower Manhatten..
As the USS Davis sailed into the harbor, all eyes were on it's massive guns. The battleship was escorted by a phalanx of destroyers and missile ships, and rumor had it that the nuclear sub USS Adams was coming up the Hudson. Admiral Ryder headed up the delegation that was to welcome the task force to Manhatten. The President was originally supposed to attend, but she was in south Texas for the ground-breaking ceremony of the Marine base just west of Laredo.
"Admiral, today's reports." Ryder took the sheaf of papers and noted with satisfaction that the ringleaders of the rebel-led protesters had been arrested and charged with insurgency. The protesters, mostly ex-felons and anarchists, had built up a large following that had established an occupation of the area in front of the judicial building near Ground Zero. These "protesters" had spray-painted leftist slogans and pried up some of the old cobblestones laid by the Dutch back in the 1700s and hurled them at the riot police teams. That was when the police received the order to protect the judges and nullify the protesters with all force deemed necessary.
The occupation had been cleared in just over twenty-five minutes. The occupiers had been given a single warning to disperse and eight minutes later when they refused, the police opened fire, killing a dozen, but wounding hundreds that had been wounded in the lower extremities. The demonstration had collapsed with the wounded being dragged off to hospitals and mass arrests by the police. Within 24 hours, the bulk of the former protesters were being transported to The Circle.
Reporters approached the Admiral. "Admiral Ryder, your reaction to the excess actions of the police against the protesters at the courthouse!"
Ryder grimaced. "Excess? The criminals had been warned that they were in violation of President Haley's new law pertaining to the parameters for peaceful protests. They had no permits, they were defacing and destroying governmental and private property, they were assaulting law enforcement, and there was looting by the opportunisitic elements of minority residents. They were properly warned, and then they were properly shot. What excess are you referring to?"
"Isn't that more than a little heavy-handed? After all, they were unarmed, unable to defend themselves against lethal force. Amnesty Global has condemned the actions of the police."
The Admiral laughed. "Amnesty Global? You mean the commie punks who are against God and Country?" He glanced at his watch. "About ten minutes ago, their NYC headquarters were raided and all those present were declared guilty of sedition and sentenced to Seperation. That, by the way, is the new designation for the two isolated locations in the far north of the new provinces of the United States formerly known as Yukon Territory and the Canadian Tundra. And if you have a problem with any of this, just keep talking."
The reporters suddenly became aware of the black-clad security forces surrrounding them. But one woman just would'nt be quiet. "What about free speech? Don't we have the right to question authority anymore?"
In answer, one of the heavily armed security men jammed the butt of his rifle into her face, knocking her to the ground.
Ryder said, "You still have that right. But it shall be done politely, respectfully, and correctly according to the law." He gestured to his left. "I'd like to introduce you to the new Mayor of New York, Mrs. Judith Sweetwater."
"What happened to the former mayor?"
"He and his leftist cronies are dead, along with the Governor of New York State. They resisted arrest and were killed attempting to cause harm to innocent law-abiding citizens."
The Admiral straightened as the National Anthem sounded across the harbor. When it was over, he said, "In your report, make sure that you note that the Reset Button has been pushed. We've re-established the rule of law according to the American Constitution. All orders and amendments instituted by former administrations that do not adhere to the Constitution have been nullified and stricken from the records. Any and all persons who resist will be arrested and sentenced to Seperation. Any further questions?"
by Foxton-Sunbury » Mon Mar 11, 2019 6:47 am
by Foxton-Sunbury » Mon Mar 11, 2019 4:02 pm
Foxton-Sunbury wrote:..Compton, California..
While Admiral Ryder and his SEALS were chasing down the remaining enemy anarchists on Manhatten and Long Island, another team of six was moving slowly along 6th street in the Compton section of Los Angeles. Frank Talbot was the officer in charge of this unit, and he was a "go-getter" type of guy. He surveyed the area of burned-out buildings, trash and homeless addicts littering the street. He held up a hand and signaled their next move.
It was dark, about 3 AM, a moonless night in Los Angeles. The Patriots knew that taking LA back from the liberals was going to be tougher than Chicago, Detroit, or St. Louis. The leftist element had been prevelant here for decades, since the 1930s. California Dreaming had produced a perverse, decadent life-style overall. Yes, there were good, hard-working people in LA, as with anywhere else. But the majority of the wealthy lived the lives of aristocrats, thinking themselves above the law. The OJ acquittal was a typical example. The message was that if you had enough money and could get to Los Angeles to "contribute" to a judge's re-election campaign, you'd never be convicted of anything.
At any rate, with the liberation and occupation of most towns north of LA secured by the California Militias, and the movement of Patriot forces to the cities of San Bernardino and Fontana, Los Angeles was effectively isolated, surrounded by US Army and Marine units with a naval blockade situated off the coast. Nothing and no one was getting out of the city without a fight. And it a given that there was going to be one hell of a fight put up by the gangs, both drug and liberal-anarchists. LA was awash with illegal weapons, and the various criminal gangs were heavily armed.
The six-man group halted in a dank alley, Talbot looking at his map. "OK, people. I remind you that we're here for intel gathering, nothing more. This area is populated with the Crips, Bloods, and M-16 thugs. Let's say it is in our best interests to get in and get out, in one piece, preferably."
One of the soldiers asked, "How long til dawn?"
"About 2.5 hours. We need to be long gone before the sun rises."
"Then why, sir, are we sitting here talking? Let's move out!"
The other soldiers grinned. They knew who this person was.
Talbot squinted in the darkness. "And just who in hell are you to be questioning me, soldier?"
The soldier unsnapped their helmet, dark hair falling out and framing her face. "Hello, Frank. Remember me?"
Frank Talbot was not one to show surprise, but this was a shocker. "Nikki? What in the hell are you doing here? Are you insane?"
She grinned. "Yes, but I remember you saying that you needed the best of the best to gather intel here before I order the city taken. Me and my boys are that best. And you have the privilege of commanding the best....to a point, of course." Nikki Haley had been a highly trained Spec-Ops unit. Graduated Annapolis near the top of her class. Admiral Ryder and Frank Talbot had been in the same class and had the highest regard for her.
"But your'e the fucking President of the United States! What happens if you get killed? I can't have that on my conscience!"
"So don't let me get killed, Commander. These four guys are my Spec-Ops Secret Service Units. Think of 'em as a combination of SEALS, Delta, Green Berets, and Interpol rolled into one unit."
"Interpol?"
"Yes, Pierre here is the top guy in Europe when it comes to either fighting or intel gathering."
Talbot looked down. "Madame President, may I have a word in private?"
They moved down the alley thirty feet. "Nikki, what the fuck? Why didn't I know about you coming?"
"Because you would have refused and we needed to move fast, Frank. We've got LA surrounded, but there's thousands of criminal guns out there. Rocket launchers, RPGs, possibly chem-bio stuff. These assholes don't give a rip if the entire city goes up in flames. We have to kill them all before they can commit the mass murder of tens-of-thousands of citizens. When this unit gets the intel I need on the ring leaders of the gangs, we'll be better prepared to save as many citizens as possible. Otherwise we lose, big-time."
He shook his head and gently grabbed her arm. "Your'e crazy, but that's why we're so good together."
She blushed. "Why Frank, is that a proposal?" She half-expected some kind of wise-ass answer, but he looked at her in a way she'd never seen before.
"Nikki, you are a strange kind of beautiful. The kind of woman that foolish men run from, and run back to when it's too late."
She looked him in the eye. "So, which way are you running, Frank?"
He smiled. "Depends on whether you think I'm foolish."
She put her helmet back on. "No, your'e neither foolish nor too late." She snapped the helmet in place and grabbed her AR-15. "Later for all that, Commander. Let's get back to work."
by The Shadow Soldiers » Thu Mar 14, 2019 4:44 pm
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