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Star Spangled Freedom

"What kind of betrayal hurts worst? One that comes from people who swore to protect you." The small midwestern city of Ottawa, Illinois is thrown into a madman's version of conspiracy theorists pandora's box and these locals, friends, become leaders, heroes, and legends. Hardship and loss befall these unlikely heroes. Every step forward seems like they are over a thousand steps behind. Forced to put down their beers and bongs, replacing them with rifles and the hands of dying loved ones, the Star Spangled Heroes tackle anything that seems to threaten their way of life.

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E Pluribus Imperium and Living The Future

The sun rising found the new people adjusting back into their old yet new lives. The New American Empire Government had their hands full, they were getting everyone's new citizenship documents handed out. However, the Ghost had something else he had to deal with. He'd received word that one of his safehouses on the coast was about to be hit by NWO strays. The Enola Gay landed a few miles out, and the crew was ordered to stay with the plane.

Upon arriving, both The Ghost and the NWO strays met at the same time.

"Now, before I kill you, tell me why you thought it would be wise to come here?"

"You own nothing…"

"Nah, I don't subscribe to that NWO bullshit, try again."

"This is a waste of time, it's a ten vs one, we have this."

The Ghost of Ottawa slowly raised his head, laughing at the soldier's words.

"I like those odds."

Without warning, the revolver he had punched a hole through the soldier's skull. Normally the Ghost would've killed off his enemy without any hesitation, but this time, he hit them with some style, swing from a cable all around the enemies below, killing them with ease, the blood of the strays ran hot and thick into the grass as the Ghost entered the safe house to retrieve not supplies, but someone.

"Glad I got here in time."

"As am I my love."

The Ghost carried the woman back to the Enola Gay, and then to Washington D.C

"We're almost there, it seems like things have been going well for Overlord as things are getting on."

"Unknown bird, 3 O'clock!"

"Those are….Japanese Jets…"

"They're a long way from home."

"Get on the radio, see if we can't communicate…"

"Enola Gay come in, this is D.C command."

"This is Enola, we read you."

"Maintain current heading, land without question, Ghost, President Overlord will be awaiting your arrival in the Oval Office."

The crew lands, confused by the events unfolding. The Ghost is rushed to the White House, where the most unlikely meeting is being held.

"Ah, Ghost, glad you're back, allow me to introduce Japanese Prime Minister Akira Takebashi, and her entourage, the Blades of Tokyo."

"It is an honor to meet all of you, or as you may have already known, I am The Ghost of Ottawa, President Overlord's Military Commander."

"It is an honor Ghost, our visit today is to see whether or not the New American Empire is a threat to us, or will you uphold our treaty."

"To fill you in, these fine dignitaries arrived here shortly after you'd left to handle the Strays left on our territory. They aren't with the NWO and assessing us to see if we're on the same page."

"I see, so Prime Minister Akira, what do you think of the New American Empire?"

"From what we've seen and been told, most of the New American Empire hasn't fully recovered from the bombings, is that correct?"

"Unfortunately, yes. However, we have crews working to fully restore power, water, and heating to the Midwest and Prairie States as we speak. From the last report I received from Commissioners' Bash and Bubba, the power and water should be back on in the next week, while heating is going to prove challenging."

"You are from the Midwest, are you not?"

"I am, and trust me, those men will get it done."

"Well then, President Overlord, I see no reason why the New Japanese Territories and the New American Empire can't remain under treaty."

"I have a proposal." added the Ghost

"Which is?" asked both leaders

"Why simply enter a treaty, when we can become Allies? From what history I can recall, Japan had great respect from the United States and Japan was considered its sister country. Canada has already pledged their undying loyalty to the New World Order, and most of Europe as well. We all need to stop thinking small and short term. The NWO has plenty of countries under their belt, why not seek out other nations opposed to their way of life. We can and will rival them in power, keeping them in check until we are ready to attack."

The Oval Office was silent, but nods and looks of agreement spoke volumes louder.

"Alright Ghost, and President Overlord of the N.A.E, we shall become your allies and trade shall commence at the end of this meeting."

"Prime Minister Akira, we are honored to have you as allies, as for trade, we have just begun a new angle on weapons and aircraft. COME IN SIR! Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the New American Empire's first defense contractor, Leon Moral."

"Good afternoon, and welcome Stateside to the Japanese Delegation. As President Overlord said, I am Leon Moral, the first defense contractor and owner of multiple Studebaker auto plants around the N.A.E. One such plant has been working on developing something that can rival the NWO's HO-229's and the fourth generation jets we've encountered. If everyone will follow me to the Potomac reflecting pool."

The group follows the gentleman interested to see what he's brought to the table. Outside, was a strange looking aircraft.

"Everyone, allow me to introduce to you something that would make even the best F-22 pilots shit themselves. The V1F, or the VorpalFighter. This aircraft not only has vtol, but something we have been cooking up since we got the Harrier back into operation. CVMDO or, Centrifugal Vectoring and Maneuvering During Operation, in other words, this bird, and stop on dime and spin around like nothing. For armament it is equipped with four .950 cal blitz guns and on the mid section propeller, six smart rocket pods. When I say it'll punch holes through any aircraft the NWO can throw at us, I mean it."

"Why is it called the Vorpalfighter?"

"The name comes from the Vorpal-Sword that slayed the Jabberwock in the poem, Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol, and what better way to strike fear into our enemy than to use the name of a sword."

Everyone looked around the V1F, it was a feat of genius, a true American made marvel. It was powered by a long-thrust rocket, and Leon wasn't kidding when he said it would punch holes into the enemy. The guns and rocket pods were impressive, and as for the paint scheme, it was the same as the SR-71 Blackbird, but with one main difference. Instead of traces of red, it had traces of blue.

"How many Vorpalfighters do we have now?" asked President Overlord

"Fifteen in total are combat ready, with another fifteen on the way."

"What's the top speed on these things?" asked Prime Minister Akira

"Mach 2.5."

"That's much faster than the HO-229's and it'll give most aircraft a run for their money."

"Exactly, Commander Ghost, once your meeting is finished, fly the Enola Gay over to my stripe, we're gonna refresh her engines and get that bomber back into brand new condition."

"Sounds good to me!"

Leon entered the cockpit of the V1F as the others watched it takeoff. As soon as the midsection propeller began to spin, he disappeared from the line of sight, a black blur on its way back to the testing site.

"Well, if the NAE can make more of those, we should discuss getting our hands on a few."

"Agreed Prime Minister Akira, now please, stay as long as you'd like, our downtown areas have plenty of fresh homestyle meals to choose from."

As the sun set, the Alliance was announced publicly, and the NWO had finally realized, they weren't going to without getting their hands even dirtier.