Operation Ratification of States; Part One

Over the course of the next week many things happened,

The Ghost and Brittany agreed to mutually remain friends, but nothing further. The Ghost, still a bit heart-troubled, threw himself into the vast amount of work ahead of him. For the first part of the week, he spent countless hours in meetings with President Keith. They were planning something massive, something they called "Operation Ratification". Once they had completed their meetings, the Ghost spent the remainder of his time in the lab with Dr. Sue, Dr. Von Schneider, and Sundeep. The work they were trying to complete was all for Operation Ratification. While Dietrich and Madie helped get the new armor of the Ghost ready, Sundeep was hard at work with various construction crews to get his new factory built in a hurry. Then came Sunday....

"And the lord cast out the devil!"

"Amen!" replied the Crowd at the Preacher's sermon. Everyone was excited for an announcement straight from the mouth of the Ghost himself. After the sermon was over, everyone at the church rushed over to the Committee Building to see him, except he didn't emerge from the Building. Above them, President Keith and the Ghost dropped down. The Lone-Star Armor looked good on Keith, but was vastly underlooked in comparison to what stood next to him. The Ghost was in the new armor, one coined "The G of O's O.O.B.A", or The Ghost of Ottawa's Offensive Ottawan Bias Armor. 

"Today, I unveil the Offensive Ottawan Bias Armor Prototype Armor to not only you here, but to the East Coast. President Keith and I have made contact with the Appalachian Territorial Dominion. This is where we reclaim the American Dream people. All of our efforts will be tested here. I am counting on all of you, just as you are counting on me. 451ST! MOVE OUT!"

The Ottawan Bias Armor was the pinnacle of Dr. Sue's knowledge and the sum of Dr. Von Schneider's hard work. It was painted to match the Ghost's coverall, that faded olive green, but had one unique feature Sundeep had added. Upon the Ghost landing atop the Enola Gay, the faded green paint seemed to peel away, revealing a synthetic color matching paint. The candy cane looking armor could auto-swap paint schemes even to match its surroundings.

As the Greater Ottawan 451st and Texan 92nd took to the air, the Ghost of Ottawa looked like a recruitment picture someone had made in photoshop. A camera captured the look, and the Poster was put up on the tallest billboard they could find. "Seems me coming? Good, that gives you extra time to run." 

As they flew, it was something out of a movie. The Texans modern era jets having trouble keeping up with the Greater Ottawan Air Corps, as Roland, H, and every mechanically inclined person Dr. Sue could find help installing the newest engine prototype made by Dr. Von Schneider's father. The design was simple and the reinforced chassis of various planes made them a force of nature. 

"Aye, we're over the rendezvous point. See if you can raise...." President Keith was cut off as an NW-Zero tore up the B-2's engines.

"Keith!"

"Ghost, get our people to ground! Get the aircraft outta here!"

"All units, jump now! Pilots, once the C-7's have dropped their troops, bug out!" Ordered the Ghost, just before diving off the Enola. 

As he hit the ground, a battle cry rang out from the tree. A.T.D troops were engaging what looked to be super-soldiers of the New World Order. Keith was in the mix, throwing hands with the lead super-soldier. The Ghost fired the two twin-nace "Radium Dials", blasting the leader away from Keith. 

"Get everyone reorganized. I'll handle them."

"10-4, good buddy." 

As the Ghost pushed trees out of his way, Keith rallied the mixed batch of troops. 

"Who are you people?" Asked a soldier of the A.T.D. 

"A mixed group from Texas and Greater Ottawa. Where is your commander?" Asked Keith. 

"Dead, only one we got is Tennessee Militia Leader, Mrs. Kovall. We'll take you to her."

Meanwhile, the Ghost and the super soldiers were in the heat of battle. The Ghost had already removed the hearts of two super soldiers and severely burned their leader. 

"Had enough yet?"

"You fools... Rothschild will rule this world, and America shall fall."

"Not today, not in this lifetime!"

The Ottawan Offensive Bias channeled enough power to light up the entire country straight through their leaders chest. As the last super soldier had his skull caved in, the Ghost regrouped with Keith. 

"That didn't take long."

"No shit. Dr. Sue and the others really went all out with this armor. I love it."

"Well, to get you on the same page, the A.T.D leader died before we arrived. Now we just have a shit ton of little militias all trying to hold their peace together."

Mrs. Kovall returned to see someone she knew had joined the talks. 

"Is that you Ghost?"

"Yes... who might you be?"

"See, now I'm upset. After I was the first person to talk to you on the playground at Milton Pope all those years ago."

"I figured you wouldn't die so easily."

The two shook hands. It became known that the Territorial Dominion had made contact with W.C.S. They had beaten back the New World Order and had tried to send them A.T.D aid. However, Rothschild had dispatched Clinton and Rockefeller's forces to deal with the Western Commune of States. 

 "This, Rothschild, fellow seems to be hard-pressed on getting America under his thumb." Said Keith looking over the map and details the A.T.D had compiled. 

"If they have super-soldiers, that means they're pushing eugenics over there." Started the Ghost, "We won't have a prayer if we just sit on our asses with this knowledge. We need to help the Western Commune as soon as we can. This changes the ball-game again. I hate to say it, but with eugenic-style super soldiers on the ground, we need to speed up the timeline here."

"As the last head of the A.T.D, I want to help, but I need the other Militias to follow me." 

Without hesitation, Keith and the Ghost turned to the other militia leader and loomed over them. 

"A little birdie tells me you militias don't wanna play nice with the nice women over there."

"So here are your options boys. Either fall in line under her banner, or you'll become the newest territories of the Confederation of the Texan Republic and the Greater Ottawa Coalition. Just so you know.... we make our citizens pay taxes... What do you think will happen to you?"

After the briefest discussion, they militias gathered under Mrs. Paige Kovall's led. 

"Excellent choice. Now, load up. We've got a West Coast to rescue."