The Second American Civil War (Open, IC) [Late-PT 1951]

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

OOC

United States of America, North America, 1951

America is nothing more than a rotting corpse in 1951. They lay in ruins after the Korean and Second Canadain war. America lost over 200,000 men in the Korea war only to have China retake the Peninsular a year after American forces left. The once productive farms of the Midwest have been destroyed by Canadian forces and the second great dustbowl. Made even worse this situation was a giant economic crash that drove the poor into the cities looking for even the most simple of jobs. The situation developed to a train wreck as disillusioned troops returned to a nation collapsing and it's corrupt government deadlocked in debates, petty rivalries and filibustering. These soldiers in their disillusionment they flocked to most extremes of the political spectrum in their heroic efforts to restore what was left of the Republic. In 1952 Two candidates were very prominent, Huey Long who campaign for a new America with more power to the central government vs Bob Reed who campaigned for a communist utopia with the support of the new Warsaw Pact that had arisen in the east. Riots broke out for support mainly in southern and northern states worsening the relationship between north and south. The Government did not help as the national guard were deployed to stop this riot but were not well controlled by their commanders and shootings of civilians were rising. Hatred against the government was now mounting because of their stagnation and violence against their own citizens were hitting an all-time high with approval ratings having to be inflated by the Government to even try to resemble that a single person approved of it.

Deadlocked and with violence erupting all over the nations the Senate called upon MacArthur to restore order at the price of democracy. MacArthur's division marched into the capital and he assumed to the position of Dictator for what he claimed to be the remainder of the emergency. He dissolved all branches of power except for the Executive branch and took up residence in the white house. Disgusted with the MacArthur's presence in a symbol of democracy the mainly liberal states of California, Oregon, and perhaps not surprisingly Washington seceded from the US and declared themselves to be the West Pacific States. In response, MacArthur left Washington to crush this Rebellion but as he was moving across the Midwest news had reached. The states of Michigan, Wisconsin, Ohio, Minnesota, and Illinois had formally seceded the Republic and formed the Combined Communist States of America under Bob Reed. Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, and Virginia had also left and created the American Union state under Huey Long. For three days there was nothing but silence. The Federal Government was silent in both bureaucracy and shock. Bob Reed promised a revolution to overthrow the Republic and bring it into a new age while Huey Long promised to root out the corruption of the Central Government and in an infamous speech called the United States of America a dead nation. More Bitter words were never said by brothers to brothers. A civil war was inevitable.

German Empire, Berlin, 1951

The Imperial Palace stood cold and unmoving in Berlin. A hand rested a cold window and it's user staring out into the wet streets. News had just reached that the Republic was dead. The bastion of freedom and hope now stood still like a deer in headlights. MacArthur had continued onto to the WPS to crush the Rebellion. Hopefully, such a show of force would convince the states to stay with the Federal government. For a moment the Kaiser had a hope of defeat against the new power that had arisen in the east until he heard a knock on the door. His heart dropped and he hoped what was behind that door was not what he thought. The door opened and the Minister of defense walked in with a pale face a telegram in his hand. The Kaiser knew now that the Republic was truly dead.




The Republic is dead but what will you do?

USA: Dark Blue

CCSA: Red

AUS: Light blue

WPS: Green

Rules:

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Direct war can only be confirmed by me in OOC thread

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Be realistic

This is set in 1952 so no future tech.

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I hold all power and can refuse you for any reason.

If you violate any of the rules here I will ban you. No exception.

Ask any question in the OOC thread.

[Broader Confederate States]

The crackling of the night fire did nothing to help the cold. Thomas P. Kettering of Darlington, South Carolina huddled up a little closer to it wrapped in an impromptu cloak made of cotton emblazoned with thirteen stripes and thirteen stars for warmth. Under his right arm lay the Bible, and under his left lay about ten letters in a small leather bag held to his waist with a leather strap which needed to get to their destination as quickly as possible. The Colt .22 target gun on his belt had been all-but-emptied, leaving him without a food source or a means of protection.

His letters were addressed to addresses in the various major capitals of the states of what was now the AUS, and he didn't have anything more than a bicycle to do it with. It was lucky for him that he'd reach Nashville in a day or two, or else he might not have made it at all. Allegedly, they were summons. What they were going to discuss didn't really matter, they said, as long as they got there, but couldn't they have just driven them? That would have been the kind of thing you would drive them for, wouldn't it? The only situation he could understand for them being less safe in the regular mail is if the mail van was broken into, but even in the relatively more criminal time he was in, it wouldn't be that bad, surely? Not to mention, his boss regularly mentioned when he thought Kettering wasn't around that he didn't trust the man around sensitive information, so who's to say they're something else entirely?

The questions melted his brain, so he took his mind off them for the time being and towards yet another inspection of the .22, only two rounds out of the six left in it any good. He hoped he wouldn't need them tonight.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

MacArthur flew into a fury as the piece of paper in front of him was being read out. He smashed his fist onto the signature laying pipe on the desk smashing it in half. How dare these nations to dare secede from the United States. The man in front of him was Gorge Blackburn and was crippled by fear not just by the war on the horizon but the rage of the man in front of him. MacArthurs face was getting redder and redder as he ripped the paper into pieces. For a moment it looked like he would turn his rage to Blackburn but he's face cooled down and MacArthur reached under his desk a rose holding two cups and bottle and spoke with a calm voice. "The answer to this problem is simple... order the men to sack Los Angles. Show these traitors what happen to those that betray the United States and me.". Blackburn raced out of the tent shaken. MacArthur had just loosened his dogs to rape and pillage fellow Americans. Blackburn tried to dismiss the thought of that with the fact that war was war and this could possibly bring the rebellious states in line but it wouldn't go away. Blackburn climbed to the hill to the radio station and looked back across the many fields to a city in the distance. The sun had begun to set and the water lit up with the light of the sun upon the city. He knew that this would be last time he saw that beautiful sight of a city. He realised in that moment that the Republic was truly dead

[Broader Confederate States]

Kettering arrived in Nashville at ten in the morning. The address on the envelope took him to the General Sessions Court, where he left the letter with the clerk. "Forward it along to the address once you've read it," he parroted, and hopped back on his bike. He had a very strong feeling something bad would happen very soon, and ended up stocking up on food and ammunition, at least as much as would fit in his bag. Next stop, the only non AUS state that had a letter addressed to it: Kentucky, with a forwards order to Washington, D.C.

No amount of mental preparation would get him ready for the long ride to Frankfort, so he didn't bother, finished up a half of a tuna sandwich, and just kicked off in the direction of the capital city of Kentucky. As he pedaled out from the city, wondered if he was doing the right thing. But then, the U.S. was gone in every sense but name by now anyway, so nothing could really get any worse, at least, with any luck it couldn't. The Flag cloak served as a reminder of that.

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Little did he know, his boss was wondering the same thing. North Carolina Senator, Jack Fielding, sat in an armchair, phone at reach, plotting where the ad-hoc courier was at. Too late to recall, in any case. He should discuss this with the Governor later, hopefully he can glean some reasoning from their talk.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

[Broader Confederate States]

It would be about three days before he made it to the capital city. Once there, and letter unloaded, he picked up a newspaper left on a park bench and nearly had a heart attack. Kettering's fists shook and his eyes bulged out of his head, and all he could do to not burst out then and there was crumple it up and throw it away. He never knew it was that bad. He rode over to a hardware store, bought an axe, and left back into the forest toward Missouri... after a few wooden power lines outside of the city. That cost a handful of .22 rounds to cut the lines and make relatively safe.

After that, it was on the road time with him again, axe tied around his back. The police won't know what hit them until he's cities away from the scene, if he's lucky. Those wouldn't be the last power lines to face his (or others', most likely) wrath. This time he got alone got him thinking: what would the international response be? "President of the U.S. sacks one of the biggest U.S. cities" probably wouldn't go down too well. Who would come over and fight the U.S. first, France or Britain? These were all questions he had in the first 10 minutes.

At some point near the border of West Tennessee, he had an answer for who would fight the U.S. first: himself. He resolved to shoot any hostile U.S. police on sight if he wasn't outnumbered. At best, that would be fairly soon, and at worst, that would be tonight.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

The women screamed as the truck's machine gun mowed them down. Blackburn sat at the back trying to drown out the noise and trying to tell himself that this was the only way to save the republic. Then the screaming stopped. Blackburn thought that maybe the gunner of the half-track had come to his senses and stopped. Blackburn was only right on the latter when he heard the gunner laugh and say "Damm Cali's thinking they are better than us "Pigs"." using his finger's to quote the last words. Blackburn pulled out his service revolver and shoot the gunner, the driver without thinking. The radioman screamed and lunged at Blackburn grasping at his revolver with his eye's opened in complete fear. Blackburn gained the advantage by lifting his knee right into the radioman's crotch. He screamed and fell back and raised his hands. Blackburn contemplated whether or not to shoot him for killing innocents when he remembered that this was the same radioman that allowed MacArthur to order the strike and shoot him. Even after three shots, the man fell to the floor of the truck and tried to crawl out but Blackburn shoots him again and again and again. Now he lay still and Blackburn dropped the pistol realizing what he had just done and he sat down on the edge of the truck wondering what to do. Then he made his choice. He checked how many rounds's he had in his revolver and whether the truck still ran.

The truck plowed through the empty and ruined cars of the burnt out street until it reached a checkpoint. I was nothing more than a road stick and 4 soldiers standing around doing nothing and occasionally telling each other funny stories. "Ay James, how many cool valley dudes you killed?" A soldier asked but to no reply and asked again "James you counting how many you killed? Knew you were slow but not counting your fingers slow.". His reply was a hail of bullets from the hull mounted machine gun cutting down but one before he could dive to cover. Suddenly the gun started clicking telling Blackburn that the gun had no more bullets. Blackburn stepped out of the truck and dove behind the corner of a building as rifle shots barely missed him and shot back with his revolver scoring a hit and the soldier went down and Blackburn walked up to his writhing figure. "What the hell... Blackburn? What are you doing." he whispered and Blackburn replied "Killing the Republic. To be honest there's not much to kill.". He then filled the soldier with lead and walked away.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Bob walked down a street as he wondered about his state leaving the republic and what now to do. He was starting to complete moving to either Europe or Africa as he had friends and some family there when he heard a low rumble. He looked up to see Bomber up high and ducked for cover as he feard as the war had started but instead of bombs thousands of papers started falling to the ground. He plucked one from the air and it read.

Bob decided it was high time to pack his bags and leave.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

/bump

[Crimetopolis]

Johannesburg, Aryana[Formerly the Cape Colony of South Africa]

Fuhrer Karl Schmidt nodded approvingly as the last reservist of the Landsturm handed in his Vz24 Mauser 7mm bolt action for the EM-2 .280 British assault carbine. Though Britain frowned upon Aryana's existence, the new assault carbines were another breath of into Aryana. During the Soviet invasion oF Aryana in 1930, only the fact 50% of Aryana's military was armed with a clone of the German MP28 II SMG prevented the Bolsheviks from overrunning Aryana. The Battle of the Madagascar Coast sank 70% of the Soviet surface fleet. Moscow was in an uproar and Lenin had shot Stalin and the rest of his cronies. "Lenin is a realist." thought Schmidt. "He is much less of a threat than the events in the USA." The nation of Deutsches KaiserReich was a loyal trading partner of Aryana. Karl returned to his office and made the telephone call to Berlin's diplomatic. "What would the Kiserina do about the AMerican situation?" he wondered to himself.

[The Chuck]

Daniel Sullivan was shaken awake by the sound of one of them newfangled jet bombers droning over his little cabin out in the middle of the Missouri Ozark Plateau. He had lived here for most his life except for when he had moved to Springfield right before his country had called upon him to fight in World War 2 and the Korean War. In both wars he had fought bravely for the ideals of the United States of America and had served under Douglas MacArthur in both as a marksman. He was a patriotic but sensible man so when he witnessed the Second Canadian War cause much of the Midwest including parts of Missouri to be destroyed, he had retreated from his home in Springfield to the quiet backwoods cabin near Ava Missouri which he had built as a possible home for if he had ever found a spouse. When he had left his home in Springfield he had brought with him his old Ford truck, his M1903 Springfield rifle from his time as a marksman in the military, and his hunting Beagle "Betsy". Every so often he would head into town to trade for items he needed and to hear about the news. One day he was at the local general store when he saw a three week old copy of the St. Louis Globe Democrat Newspaper screaming about how his former commander General Douglas MacArthur had seized power and how many of the states were splintering away from the Union due to the corruption and political rifts between groups. Daniel stared at the paper stunned while he read the article one more time to make sure he wasn't going crazy. As he read and processed the words, he thought in-depth on how the great nation of the United States of America had gotten to this point. After thinking about it for a couple minutes he snapped out of his haze and turned towards the counter with his mind made up. If states wanted to secede from the Union, that's their own damn problem. All I want is to be left alone to my own devices without any Tom, Dick, or Harry telling me how to live. I'm a red blooded American who served his country proud but I won't fight another fellow American unless they come looking for a fight but I wont sit idly by either. I'll prepare and fight a guerrilla war like how those damn North Koreans did if someone tries to force their agenda on me. In preparation for living off the grid and out in the woods, Daniel purchased every box of .30-06 ammunition for his Springfield in the store, a years supply of salted pork, and three 42 pound sacks of flour for making bread. After loading up his truck he headed back home to his cottage to prepare for a long and dark future.


Daniel Sullivan during fighting in Korea with his M1903.
OOC: Credit to Max Desfor over on https://forums.gunbroker.com/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=620004 for image

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Notes: I will be gone until Friday on a trip. While I am gone Broader Confederates State will moderate for me.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Note: Trip got delayed but I will too busy to update

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Scott Robertson marched north with his fellow men and a rifle on his hand. His unit had been ordered to the small town of Dogs creek to secure the road in case the Republic had sent any reinforcements through the Kentucky corridor. It was widely said that the fate of this corridor would decide the fate of the war. The exhausted men marched into town but the streets were empty and silent. "Where the hell is everyone," a soldier asked with a strong Texan accent.
"Looks like they skedaddled. They know that this town will be a battlefront." Scott replied and then ordered his men "Robin take your squad to the church and set up the radio, Issac take the Maxim gun and set up on the second floor of that saloon, Alex take your men and set up a roadblock and the field gun, Bob and Jacob go up the road with the field radio and tell me when the convoy comes. Do not engage and withdraw when spotted. FOR AMERICA! DOWN WITH THE DICTATOR! UP WITH THE PEOPLE!". The crowd of soldiers shared the cry chanting it for sometime before stopping and dispersed to their orders.

Scott puffed the smoke from his mouth enjoying the nicotine for what might be the last time. He raised his hand to take another puff when the radio began to squawk loudly and he dropped and crushed the cigarette with his boot and rushed to the radio. "Forces spotted *Static* two jeeps with Mg and four trucks. three trucks filled with men one with sup-" the report was cut short by gunshots.
"Scout team withdraw!" Scott yelled into the radio. The radio squawked with gunshots, swearing, and running and then suddenly stopped. Scott ran out of the doors onto the streets as he could hear distant gunshots and the shouts of his men preparing to mount a defense. He ran back into the church and grabbed his rifle and ran up to the church tower and could see the distant convoy approaching. The problem was that he could see them and they could see him and bullets whizzed past him. Splitters flew everywhere as Scott stumbled down the floor as light poured through the holes. Suddenly the tower began to shake as bigger holes appeared the size of fists and dust was everywhere. Scott burst through the door as he saw the tower begin to fall throwing even more dust everywhere. He rushed over to the sandbags ignoring the bits of wood flying past him. "They have an autocannon." he gasped as he reached the sandbags and now could see the dust of the convoy growing ever closer...

[The Chuck]

Daniel Sullivan had spent the past couple of days fortifying his small cabin out in the Ozarks and preparing for the inevitable war. He knew that war was going to break out at any time and had taken it upon himself to establish a small enclave where he could live peacefully without outside troubles affecting him. He had used a natural cave on his property to stash much of his supplies and his truck and had proceeded to build a wooden stockade around his house. Daniel was careful not to cut the trees immediately around his cabin so that he wouldn't be visible from the air unless he had an open fire in the fireplace but even then he had ripped out some of the floor boards and had excavated a pit in his cabin for the stove where a pipe led at a slight gradient for a ways to divert smoke away from his cabin. After excavating the pit, he had dug a small escape tunnel that led towards the stream near his house and exited right under the bank. Unfortunately since he didn't have any heavy tools besides a shovel and a hammer, he wasn't able to make it big enough to walk through. Finally, he had ordered more ammunition through a hunting magazine and had camouflaged the entrance to the cave.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Charles Bates sat in the back of the truck with a cloth over his mouth to stop the dust kicking up from the truck. He and his friends were ordered to "Go with all haste to the capital and mount an insurmountable defense against insurmountable odds.". Those were MacArthur's own words when they received the orders. It was days of constant driving from the east and everyone the convoy was exhausted in fact half the men in the truck were asleep. They had seen little action since the Battle of Los Angles with only the distant sounds of gunshots and a crazy traitor farmer which they killed easily but not before he got one of them. Bates knew everyone on the truck was near their end in terms of morale. They had heard of the many divisions that had turned traitor and the men that attempted to defect from this very convoy. They were voicing doubts in private and public about the fate of the Republic and what they were to do should it fall. Bates had either ignored these discussions or reported them to the commander who dealt with them how he should do. Those that doubted the Republic were now two feet under or with their feet not on the ground. Bates was about to close his eyes for some well-deserved rest when he was thrown to the floor of the truck and could hear loud cracks of gunshots. Clearly, one the forward armored cars up front had engaged the Rebublics foes and Bates grabbed his rifle as troops hopped out the truck. However, as soon as the gunshots had started it stopped and Bates forced himself through the crowd of soldiers to the head of the convoy and encountered the commander, Jessie Moreland. "Captain? Situation report?" Bates asked.

"The area is clear. Two scouts. Both dead." Moreland answered.

"Two scouts? That means there are possibly more men up the road"

"I am aware of that private. It's my Job"

"Yes, sir. What now?"

"Private go to the back of the convoy and tell them to move the tanks to the front of the column."

"All the tanks?"

"Yes and best luck private *Sigh* we're all going to need it..."

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

The anti-tank weapon roared upon the first tank in the column but did nothing as it simply just bounce off and the tank returned fire but missed instead hitting the church blowing a hole into the wall. The Maxim gun began to roar upon the troops disembarking from the rucks cutting down half a dozen before they could take cover behind the rock formation next to the road. A Union soldier disengaged from cover trying to shoot at the machine gun but Scott saw him and put a round into his chest and the soldier fell down not moving. The anti-tank gun shot again into the turret of the tank this time hitting true as the fire began to pour out of every orifice and Scott could hear the screams of the men inside. However, the Tank behind drove forward and fired smashing into the anti-tank gun with its true aim sending hot slices of metal and body parts everywhere. The second tank began to move forward and the infantry behind it regaining its confidence and moving forward but many were cut down by the Maxim gun. The second tank aimed its cannon at the balcony and the crew bailed the machine barely running down the stairs as the floor literally imploded in fire and smoke. The second tank drew ever closer to the blockade when a man ran up to the side of the tank with something in his hand and exploded. "Shit the sticky detonated too early!" shouted a man next to Scott.

"I never gave authorization for a damm sticky!" Scott Replied

"Sir we thought it was-" the man's response was cut short as a shell from what Scott presumed to be the third tank hit the sandbag throwing Scott away and spreading the man's gore everywhere.

"WITHDRAW!" Scott shouted with his ears still ringing and got up to his feet dashing away as gunshots barely missed him until blood spurted everywhere as a bullet shattered his shoulder and he stumbled behind a stone wall and collapsed. The medic set upon him. As he leaned against the wall as the medic stabbed him with a needle he gave his orders

"Can't hold the town. Where are the Maxim gunners and Robins's guys.".

"Maxim gunners have no gun and I have no idea where they are. Robin's squad is down to 5 men and they can't hold the church. Union's are actually in the church now." The medic responded.

"God damm it! Tell Robin to get his men out of there. Get my shoulder fixed and I'll get the Maxim squad".

For a minute they were silent listening to the gunshots as the medic fixed Scott's shoulder but then they could hear a rumbling sound just behind the wall and ran as the wall began to collapse revealing the second tank. The hull machine gun cut down the medic in the medic causing him to gurgle for the last time before he fell down and stayed still for the last time. Scott barely turned the corner before the gun could train on him and fire. Scott could now hear the tank moving up the alleyway and Scott dashed into a house through an open window before the tank could turn the corner and hid under the table. He heard the tanks hatch open as the commander tried to spot where Scott had gone. Scott grabbed his revolver from his belt and stood up and walked to window and took aim. He was about to shoot when he felt the cold barrel on his neck...

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Bates took cover behind the boulder as shots bounced off the rock trying the cover the medic who was dragging the wounded behind the rock. He shot several times at a window missing all his shots and in return for his mistake, the machine gun turned onto the rock knocking off chunks off it. Next, to him, the flaming wreck of a tank was serving as cover for the tank behind it as it aimed at the anti-tank cannon and fired but missed and smashed a hole in an adjacent church.

"Edward take your squad and take that church. Go with him as well Bates!" the commander yelled from behind the second tank popping out to fire a burst from his machine gun.

"Covering you! MOVE BATES!" the commander yelled and popped out again with another burst and Bates dashed across the road.

The Maxim gun was occupied with the commander and Bates crossed unharassed. Bates made his way through the trees dodging the occasional burst of fire and joined up with Edwards and his squad.

"Alright everyone gets your nades ready cause when they blow we're all rushing in. No traitors! GO! GO! GO!" said Edwards as he tossed his nade through the still dusting hole in the church and the others followed.

A series of large and loud explosions filled the church and the moans of the wounded filled the church as well. A soldier rushed through the church but was shot and fell down. Edwards rushed through the hole and fired dozens of shots from his carbine into the church as Bates dragged the wounded man from the hole. Edwards barely got back into cover as fire was returned.

"Throw all your nades in!" Edwards ordered his men. They did as ordered and more explosions filled the church as they could hear yells for everyone to run for their lives. Bates peeked through and saw the figure of a man in the smoke and shot him with his rifle. The man collapsed and stayed still. Edward's men flooded through the hole and more shots were heard. When the smoke settled a dozen dead men lay on the floor both union and traitor. Even more, were wounded as the convoys medics set upon them not caring whether they were friend or foe upholding their oaths. Some of Edward's men pushed away the medics trying the help the traitor and Edward responded by ordering to stop or face the commander's wraith. The commander in their eyes was an honorable man and would look down with this act with disapproval. But the men continued to argue whether or not they should execute the wounded. One side argued that it was simply not right while the other said they had no room for prisoners. The argument heated up even when Edwards got between the two most vocal of the groups.

Bates could hear the gunshots begin to die down and walked out the church door. Everything was in ruins for just outside the steps was a heap of rubble and bodies of soldiers. Both were Americans and Bates thoughts wondered about this was and questioned whether this was even worth it. His despair was interrupted as he heard gunshots as one of the tanks crashed through a wall. Bates grabbed his rifle and walked up to the tank as the commander opened his hatch.

"Bates look in that house think we could have a traitor in there doubt it though." the commander told Bates. Bates walked up to the green door a silently opened it. He stepped into the house and dust covered every surface. Obviously, nobody had been here for a very long time. Bates jumped to his feet as he heard a creak in an adjacent room and raised his rifle. He silently walked in to see a man with a revolver aiming at a window...

[Crimetopolis]

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[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

"Raise your hands and give me that gun you traitor scum!" the voice behind the gun said and Scott raised his hand. Scott knew something that the man didn't. The revolver in his hand was a Smith and Weston hand cannon and it was famed for being extremely loud. Scott looked back and realized this probably wasn't the best weapon to try to kill the tank commander with but that didn't matter. Scott raised the gun in the air as the man reached to grab it and he fired. Scott was wearing earplugs but the man wasn't and he reeled back with his ears ringing. Scott turned around and shot him once in the stomach and the man fell down. Scott turned around and shot the tank commander who collapsed back into his tank. Scott dashed forward and stripped the man of his rifle and pistol as he was doing that the man said "Look me in the eye, you traitor. Just kill me!". Scott continued to strip the man and replied "That's not how we folks in the south do it. Unlike you Yankee boys." "We did what we had to do it" "That doesn't excuse war crimes. If you don't mind boy I'm outta here.". With that Bates ran through the door as the soldier entered and Bates shot him the head with his rifle. Bates dashed outside and could see the beginning of a forest but he could the shouts of men behind him. Shots began to smash into the trees as Bates entered the forest. He heard another shot and felt immediate pain in his leg and he fell onto a bush swearing. Scott got up and felt up his leg and found blood on his hands. He limped as far as possible as he could hear the voices get closer...

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Scott kept limping as fast as possible. He could hear the sound of crunching leaves as the Federalist came closer and hid behind a tree. "I give up... Let's just tell command we shoot him." Scott heard on the soldiers and then heard another
"That's right. The guy was shot. I Hit him"
"Lair. You can't shoot for shit"
"Got a point".
Scott could hear the crunching grow ever further away. He quickly sat down and got to work on his leg by ripping part of the trousers and tied it to his leg. Scott got up and kept limping as fast of possible lest the soldier s change their minds and search once more for him. He didn't know how much he walked but eventually, he came to a clearing and beyond that was a dirt road. He walked onto the road and saw to his right was a black sedan on the side of the road. He walked up to it and noticed a couple smooshing it up in there. They noticed Scott all covered in blood and stopped. The girl screamed. He raised his pistol and gestured for them to get out the car. Scott said "Sorry, Commandeering this for the Union state," Scott said slapping a bill onto the roof of the car and got in. It felt like his old car and Scott smiled remembering the situation that got him in his first and only car. But Scott drove away that happy memory and put his foot on the paddle.

Scott drove for hours thinking he was heading east when he saw a sign saying he was heading west. It was starting to get dark and Scott swore and turned back. Scott drove for another hour but felt the seeds of exhaustion were sprouting and he was about to pull off the road and get some rest when heard a siren behind him and looked into the mirror. He could see that it was a motorcycle with a sidecar with a machine gun on the sidecar. Clearly, they were federalists. Scott couldn't pull over as he was covered in blood with an A.U.S minuteman uniform. Scott slammed on the brakes and the sidecar smashed into the back of sedan and Scott sped off as fast as he could. Soon the windows shattered and the car shook as bullets smashed into the back of the car. Scott turned a corner with the side of a hill protecting him from the fire but on the right was a sheer hill slope. Suddenly he couldn't control the car as smoke poured out from the front of the engine obstructing his view. He stuck his head out the shattered window to see the way and saw to his horror that he was heading for a cliff face. Scott turned as fast as possible but it didn't work and the car smashed through the barrier in a shower of metal and wood. The car tumbled down the hill and Scott bounced around the car in a shower of glass. The car stopped when it smashed into a forest of trees in a crumpled heap. Scott crawled out into the moist grass and a growing pain his right arm. He flipped over and looked into the stars and saw the stars of America in his mind. He tried to remember his most happy memories of the state but the thought wouldn't come up in the sea of confused thoughts. Everything went dark.

"What the hell do we have here?" Scott heard this in one of his bouts of Consciousness but then all went dark again.

[The Chuck]

Daniel Sullivan was finally finished with building his stockade. He had finished the walls and had even made towers with firing angles in case he ever had to defend it. After finishing he had grabbed his rifle and donned a home-made ghillie suit and headed deeper into the woods to attempt to hunt a deer or other game animal. Although he had more then enough flour and salt pork he was quickly growing tired of this rather bland diet and wanted to add some variation to it.

After sitting in a tree for a couple hours, Daniel spied a white-tail deer about 100 yards away. A decent distance but nothing that a former U.S. Army Marksman couldn't hit. As he prepared to shoot the deer he slowed his breathing and rested his rifle on a crook in the branches to improve his accuracy. Daniel's index finger slowly pulled back on the 3lb. trigger of his M1903. Suddenly a God awful sound echoed through the woods and the deer bolted. "FUCK!" Daniel cursed loudly as he took his finger off the trigger and climbed down out of the tree. He then maneuvered quickly towards where the sound originated from.

As he came to the base of a cliff Daniel could see an overturned and smoking car and a person laying next to it covered in blood. As he approached, the person's eyes fluttered open and upon looking what the person was wearing, Daniel said "What the hell do we have here?" Before him laid a wounded and bleeding AUS minuteman slipping out of consciousness. As Daniel inspected him, he could see that the man had been shot and also badly cut up when his car crashed. Bending down he took the soldier's firearms away and undid his belt before tying the soldier's hands behind his back and tossing his limp frame over his shoulders before heading home. As he trekked back to his cabin he muttered to himself "God damnit, why the fucking hell am I helping this sombitch? One he's a fucking traitor and two he scared away that deer. Oh well, at least I can hear what he has to say, if I don't like it I can always turn him over to the authorities and let them kill him." Back at the cabin he attended to the soldier's wounds and used his hunting knife to remove the bullet before wrapping the wounds and binding the unconscious soldier to his bed. With that, Daniel dozed off sitting in a chair with his rifle across his lap waiting for the unknown AUS soldier to wake up.

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Daniels

Scott stirred in the bed daring to open his eyes and he found himself looking at a wooden ceiling. The noise of a distant radio was audible and so was the smell of a charcoal fire. He looked around and was surprised to find himself in the average forest cabin. He tried to get up but found himself sore all over. He looked at himself to see wounds of what he thought to be the previous day to be cleaned and bandaged. His bloody minuteman uniform hung in tethers on a hook embedded in the wall. "Rest you head sonny. Got a lot to answer for..."

Daniels

As the AUS minuteman stirred, Daniel picked up his rifle and aimed it directly at the soldier "Rest your head sonny. Got a lot to answer for... I'll ask you some questions. If I don't like your response to any of them, I won't hesitate to shoot you where you lay. However, if you are honest and truthful, I won't be forced to shoot you and instead, you'll be my 'guest' until I figure out what to do with you. One, what is your name, unit, and rank. Two, where are you from. Three, what were you doing in my forest. Four, what do you think would happen to you if I turned you over to the authorities. Take your time and give me honest answers, I already rifled through your wallet."

Scott

"My name is Scott Robertson captain in the 5th Minuteman defense force. I from Dallas though I spent most my childhood in Liberia. The story of how I ended up in your "forest" is a long one. If you turn me over to the so-called "authorities" they will likely either publicly lynch me or publicly shoot me."

Daniels

"Well, I've got plenty of time to hear your story of how you ended up in my forest. I prefer to know a little about my 'enemies' before I act upon my thoughts. You should know that I was a marksman in the 1st Marine Division in Korea and I saw action at the Chosin Reservoir. I've seen the Koreans kill each other and perform atrocities over differing political beliefs and I would rather not have that kind of fighting to affect me. If that means shooting every hostile AUS, USA, CCSA, and WPS combatant that comes through this neck of the woods, so be it. However, I also have an open mind and ethics which is why I decided to bring you back here and at least attempt to hear your point of view. Now tell me your story on how you ended up here. Also, have this cup of coffee." Daniel proceeded to get up and fill a mug with coffee from the stove before walking back over to Scott Robertson and placing it down on the bed-stand next to him. Although Scott was still shackled by the arm to the bedpost, he was able to sit up enough to use his other hand to pick up the mug.

Scott

"I don't drink coffee except in combat situations. Following the total annihilation of Los Angles by the dictator many in the AUS believed that the same would happen to us. Senator Long proposed a plan where we would cut off Washington in order to move a peace deal which would secure our independence. My unit was ordered to the town of Dogs creek, Kentucky to secure the road there. A convoy of soldiers heading from the West overwhelmed my checkpoint with multiple armored vehicles. I was separated from my squad in the combat and was forced to flee into the nearby woods. I was wounded before I could reach the woods and barely escaped. I eventually came out onto a road where I took a car and paid for it. I thought I was heading east when I found out I was actually heading west. I was attacked by a Federalist patrol and escaped. But my car was damaged and I lost control and tumbled over a cliff's edge. I then found myself here." Scott said. His eyes darted at the coffee mug and after an eye roll toke it. He drank it until there was not a drop left.

Daniels

As Daniel sat listening to this Scott Robertson recount his tale he was hoping he would drink the coffee. Unbeknownst to Scott but he had spiked it with some Barbituate salts (Sleeping pills). When Scott mentioned he didn't drink coffee, Daniel hoped he still would take a sip and fall asleep so that he could go out and finally bag a deer. As Scott reached the end of his story he reached over and took the cup and drained it. With a mischievous smile, Daniel took the now empty mug and dropped it into a basin of water and waited for the Barbituate salts to affect Scott. Once he fell asleep, Daniel took his rifle and walked out the door in search for some fresh game.

Scott

Scott felt drowsy and realized what had happened. His last words before he fell asleep was "You...". His accusing finger dropped and a loud snoring came from his nose. Daniels smiled and grabbed his rifle.

Daniels

Daniel was back out in the fresh late summer air. Although the Canadians had razed much of the American Midwest during their campaign, Southern Missouri was still lush forests and the air quality was pure. He was walking along the creek near his cabin when he spotted movement about 50 yards away. As he paused he realized he was looking directly at an adult black bear. Daniel realized with a smile that it was for the best that he had run into Scott. Had he shot the deer earlier then the sound of his rifle would have probably scared away this bear. If there was one thing that Daniel loved more then wild venison, it had to be fried bear meat. With a smile he lifted his rifle and aimed at it while he licked his lips in anticipation for that night's golden goodness. The stillness of the forest was shattered by the sharp report of his M1903 and the dull thud of the bear falling down. With one round he had killed the bear. Approaching the carcass, he pulled out his hunting knife and he went to work harvesting the bear before its meat spoiled. After harvesting the bear, Daniel looked down at his spoils. He had managed to harvest about 150 lbs. worth of bear meat and fat and had saved the hide for winter clothing. After hefting the bundle of meat, fur, and fat onto his back, he proceeded to trudge back to the cabin.

Scott

Once Daniel got back to the cabin, he checked to make sure that Scott was still passed out and then he took the hide and a large portion of the bear meat and fat to the cave where the cool temperatures would ensure that it held for at least two weeks. After stashing the majority of the bear meat away, he returned to his cabin and grabbed a pan and started to render some of the bear fat. After rendering the fat he proceeded to fry the bear meat until it was a crispy golden brown. After frying the meat, he poured off the excess fat and made a basic bear gravy out of it. At around this time Scott started to stir on the bed.

Daniels

Daniel finished preparing the fried bear meat and filled two plates with generous portions. He then turned around and placed the two plates on the table in the center of the room and walked over to Scott who was starting to wake up. "Sorry about that Scott. I couldn't risk you trying to make a run for it when I went hunting. When you first crashed you scared away a deer I was planning on shooting for dinner but I managed to bag a bear instead. I figured the best way to deal with you instead of using the butt of my rifle on your temple was to give you some sleeping pills since you are injured after all. You need to rest and recuperate. For the time being, I don't plan on turning you into the authorities since you are injured but don't give me a reason to take away my hospitality. Now come, let's eat." With that Daniel bent down and started to unshackle Scott but quickly stopped and looked at him with a wry smile. You were attempting to escape weren't you? This shackle is loose... Also, your uniform is in a different position from when I left the cabin. I know about the needles in the pocket... After all, I did say I searched your wallet when I first questioned you. I hope you weren't planning on doing anything stupid. It's a long way to the AUS from here and there are Unionist patrols looking for you. If you trust me and don't attempt to run away I'll do my best to make sure you aren't captured. Now, let's go eat for real." With that, he took off the shackle and helped Scott to the table...

Written with the help of "The Chuck"

[Deutschess Kaiserreich]

Blackburn sat across MacArthur as their car traveled further down the empty dust roads. MacArthur did not know that his personal assistant and driver sitting next to him was a traitor and had massacred a dozen soldier and come back as nothing happened. MacArthur only knew of a checkpoint overwhelmed by West Pacific militia soldiers but that was only some of the many casualties that the Federalists had taken in order to subdue the rebellion. MacArthur pondered smoking his pipe but decided against it as he knew Blackburn detested smoking. The car ride was silent with the radio playing smooth jazz. The roadside was uneventful until they saw a convoy of trucks pulled to the side of the road. "Blackburn tell our convoy to pull over and then pull over yourself, Tell them to also prepare arms for possible engagement. " MacArthur told Blackburn. Blackburn reached for the radio and ordered the convoy to stop but prepare for possible engagement. The dust of the convoy settled and MacArthur marched out of his car and asked a soldier sitting on the ground with the face of despair "What the hell private! You are to proceed to Washington at all haste! What is this delay? Everyman, bullet, and gun are needed to defend the capital from the traitors!". The private looked up to MacArthur and said "The CCSA just declared war. We were engaged by their troops just now. The Kentucky corridor is closed.".

"Is the corridor filled to the brim with traitors?"

"No, sir."

"Then it is not closed. Forward now with all haste! No rest!."

MacArthur turned to the troops and walked up to a crate. He stood upon it and could now be seen by every soldier in the group. MacArthur took a long deep breath and summoned his courage. He stood silently for a moment then spoke:
"Soldiers! For the past 2 weeks, we have fought for the United States of America and have won and lost many battles. Many of our fellows have either died or entered a fate worse than death and betrayed their nation and people. But despite this, we exist! The fact we exist means the fact exists that we have a chance to claim victory! Our ancestors once were on brink of defeat yet they won against the Confederates! And if this is the republics end then I will not stand idly by and let these traitors destroy our nation. Even if it is myself I will charge into the mob of traitors and take them on. I proclaim this sacred oath our grandfathers chanted... DOWN WITH THE TRAITORS! UP WITH THE STARS! DOWN WITH THE TRAITORS! UP WITH THE STARS!". With that, the crowd began to recite the chant over and over again. Macarthur stepped down from his box. He walked over to his sedan and lit his pipe. Blackburn be dammed this might just be his last one.