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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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The N.A.E and The M.E.T

In the days following the MET's involvement in solving crisis with the NWNO, the NWNO fractured, forming new factions. Clinging to Great Britain, Scotland, Ireland, Finland and parts of Western Russia was New Age Nazis. Holding Spain, Portugal, Ukraine and The Netherlands, was the New Age Order. There were those who remained to the NWO and the NNR but they owned nothing, everything else was property of the Middle Eastern Theocracy. They had spread their influence to Europe as they also owned all of Africa.

"Director, everything is ready for your trip with President Ghost, good luck."

"Thanks, something tells me things will be eventful to say the least."

Air Force One entered the sky with its V1F escorts, keeping close, watching their newly installed radars for potential threats. Hours passed and Air Force One touched down in Dubai. The President and Director were greeted by fully armed and suited up soldiers.

"This way." one said gruffly

Inside the palace, the Prince of the MET was awaiting them.

"Welcome to Dubai. I trust your flight went well?"

"It was fine, shall we skip pleasantries?"

"Of course, I was informed you were a man of straight talk as you say."

"What are your intentions in Europe? We'd managed to maintain some kind of peace for a while now."

"Our intentions? We plan on controlling Europe and South America."

"You do realize that South America belongs to us? Right?"

"Then I believe you know what I mean."

Director Light gets a call stating that MET ships unleashed a full scale attack on multiple fronts of South America. With a nod, Prophet begins marching towards the airfield, only to be met by the upgraded Liberty Bell.

"You can't expect to win this."

"Oh we can and will, Muhammed wills it to."

Explosions rock Dubai, as Prophet and Liberty Bell go at it.

Liberty Bell's laser sound deafening the area as she unloaded shots into Prophet. She'd been made even faster than before, but without any form secondary weapon, she was limited in what she could do.

The two automatons fighting allowed Director Light and President Ghost time to escape, and get themselves into Air Force One. Prophet had no intentions of letting them escape, he raised both arms made of solid gold, and brought them down only to find Liberty using her back to cover them.

"Liberty NO!"

She looked up and fired her laser, holding it on, overheating her laser lenses. Prophet laughed as he kept dropping punches into Liberty, her laser slowly melting his armor. It looked like Liberty was out of this fight. However, Director Light pressed a button on his shirt and activated their secret weapon, with the sound of thunder, a 406mm shell slammed into Prophet's shoulder, blowing it apart, out from the water arose another automaton, another female American automaton branded with the New American Empire Flag and the phrase, We The People.

"Nobody...Touches...My Sister."

Another shell from Constitution rips through Prophet's other shoulder, allowing Liberty Bell to stand up, and punch him square in the face, dropping Prophet, who had gone into catastrophic system failure.

Constitution locked her targeting HUD onto the palace, firing a shell into the building, sending brick, humans, and jewels into the sky. The Prince had left earlier but most of his people who'd stayed, didn't survive.