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Post by lordroel on Jan 4, 2020 11:49:06 GMT
Day OnePart Four
Washington, D.C.In just over an hour, Marine Sgt. Connors' unit had retreated from Constitution Avenue back to Pennsylvania Avenue; the robot soldiers or whatever the hell the pagans had built had driven them back and were already on the verge of knocking on front door of the White House. The gladiator-looking metal behemoths -- what else would you call a robot as tall as Anthony Davis and as big as Bill Goldberg, just not human? -- had already taken the lives of 18 of Connors' men and God knew how many hundreds (thousands?) more across the D.C. war zone. The Washington Monument had fallen, not by enemy hands but from one of dozens of Javelin missiles fired at the Colonial floating ship that had warped -- for lack of a better term -- right next to the monument. Connors wanted his men and himself -- and that included the MMMO embedded with his unit -- right on the South Lawn, ready to defend the White House to the last man and, probably, die in the attempt; Graham and the rest of his cronies had escaped D.C. and fled to safety, probably either the "Doomsday" Boeing jet that Graham would have had to board from Joint Base Andrews, or that place at Mount Weather, Virginia that The 700 Club said had been turned into a vacation spot for politicians and other VIPs. Instead, he got orders from the commanding officer in the theatre -- an Army Colonel holed up in the Capitol building -- to send his men to defend the Office of the Mayor of Washington, D.C. The surprise in his voice wasn't lost on the morale officer, who admonished him for "questioning authority" and a "lack of faith" in his commanding officers. Connors ignored him, as usual, and kept to himself the profanities he was thinking for having to keep this dipshit alive: the Moral Majority division of the FBI was notorious for finding ways to make any officer who was less than fully enthusiastic and appreciative of God's people doing the Lord's work in the military, whenever and whererever, including when unkillable robots were running amok. Looking up in the sky, Connors saw more of those damned Colonial jets. There were two very different types that obviously had control of the air over D.C. -- he hadn't seen a friendly jet since the shooting started -- and very different from the Viper jet fighters and the Raptor attack helicopters the pagans normally used. One could be best described as a 'flying wing', the other like a buzzard with its wings stretched forward like it was a kamikaze Superman about to dive down and in for the kill. "I wonder if those bastards got the President and the rest of them," Connors said, leery of the brief respite from fighting. He looked around from his men's position on 14th St NW, behind the White House Visitor Center, and saw soldiers everywhere: behind him, in front of the Bauer Building and Trade Center; to his left down 14th, behind the Hoover and Department of Commerce buildings; and to his right, in Freedom Plaza and Pershing Park. "Joshua one-nine," the morale monitor chirped up, before proceeding to quote the first chapter and the ninth verse of the Old Testament book of Joshua. "Remember your position, Sergeant. You are a leader." "No shit," Connors said. That would probably get him a demerit, which meant diddly-shit in the life-and-death situation they were all in. "Watch your language, Sergeant. Ephesians 4:29: 'do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your--" Connors clamped his palm over the monitor's mouth when he heard a explosion off in the distance towards the White House, then pulled his communicator out of his jacket with his free hand. "What the hell was that?", he yelled, hearing automatic fire in the same direction. Then, there was a flash that briefly blinded both men and everyone else in the vicinity. When his vision returned a few seconds later, Connors realized he still had his communicator to his ear. "Sitrep! Sitrep!" The situation had already devolved to the point where unit commanders had ditched proper communications protocol in favor of simply being able to talk to one another in the field. " Reading you five by five," said the voice in the earpiece clamped tightly to Connors' right ear. " The Borg have warped in. Metal Goliath's blown 34, heading towards the den. Stand by." The flash meant another one of those ships had jumped in, and the robots had blown up the Eisenhower building -- the smoke trail rising in the distance confirmed that -- and they were headed right for the White House. He was a fan of the Metal Goliath cartoons put out by CBN when he was a kid, watching them take down Satanists, Colonials, Japanese, Euros and Canadians week after week. Nothing in the cartoons nor in the Spire and Thomas Nelson-backed comic books prepared him for the real metal goliaths marching through D.C. "Stand by?", Connors muttered, his left hand still clamped over the morale officer's mouth. He shoved his communicator back in his jacket and let go of the idiot, then reached for the M27 in front of him. "Wh-what did they say?", the morale monitor stuttered. "What's going on over there?" Connors could still smell the shit-stained stench off the back of the man's khakis. "They said wait, but we're heading towards the 'den'." Connors looked to the rest of his unit, which had picked up stragglers from another unit mostly decimated in the fighting at the monument. "Bastards are at the White House. We're going there too. On me." Connors ran out from behind the abandoned Nissan Altima he was using as a sort-of-shelter, and his men followed right behind. The monitor sprinted to catch up to the sergeant. "Sir, I must protest. Your orders were to 'stand by'. That does not mean 'leave your post'." Connors glanced at the man briefly, then looked forward. Other units were starting to move forward, towards the fighting, and Connors's unit quickly formed the third line of seven headed towards the White House. "I will have you written up, Sergeant. This is a clear violation of--" Connors stopped, his men stopping behind him, as soldiers in the other units moved forward. He grabbed the monitor by the throat. "I'm going to tell you this once, so listen," he growled. "Here, I'm God. Not you. Not the man in the sky. Me. When I give an order you obey. Never question me or bother me with your bullshit ever again." He let go of the monitor, leaving the man gasping for air, then looked back at his men. "What the fuck you standin' around for? Go!" "Kick some toaster ass!" one of the stragglers yelled, but the rest of Connors' unit kept silent. Their boss expected results, not yelling. As the unit crossed into Pershing Park in front of the Sherman monument, they saw a massive explosion in the direction of the White House. Moments later, Connors saw American soldiers running towards him and his unit. "FALL BACK!" they shouted. "GO." Connors grabbed one of the retreating soldiers -- the morale monitor, annoyingly, was still by his side -- as the soldier ran past, and turned the kid to look him in the eye. "Why the order to fall back, soldier?", he yelled. The soldier, an 18-year-old draftee, was as poised as a scared kid in his position could be. "They blew up the White House, sir," he replied. "H-hundreds of ours dead. Enemy's all over the place. My C.O. told us to retreat." "Retreat where?" "East, down Pennsylvania Avenue." "The battle's lost?" "A-affirmative. Sir." Jesus. "Where's your C.O. now?" "Dead. One of those goliaths blew his brains out after he issued that order." "Where's the rest of your unit?" "Scattered, or dead." "You're with me, now." Connors looked at the other men in his unit. "We're heading back, down Pennsylvania Avenue." Down Pennsylvania, towards the Capitol building. "Go!" "NO! WE FIGHT!", the morale monitor screamed, holding his Baretta pistol in the air. "JOSHUA 1:9! DEUTERONOMY 20:1 THROUGH--" Connors kicked the monitor below the belt, and looked at his newest straggler. "Confiscate this man's weapon, and pull him with you. If he offers any resistance, shoot the son of a bitch." "Sir?" "Did I stutter, Private?" "No sir," the private said, and grabbed the dazed (and hurting) morale monitor by the arm. Neither had trouble keeping up with the rest of Connors' unit, as they raced to reach some kind of fall-back position, before the enemy could beat them there. Nice Brky2020. So are morale monitors something like political/moral/loyalty officers. |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 4, 2020 15:52:40 GMT
Day OnePart Four
Washington, D.C.In just over an hour, Marine Sgt. Connors' unit had retreated from Constitution Avenue back to Pennsylvania Avenue; the robot soldiers or whatever the hell the pagans had built had driven them back and were already on the verge of knocking on front door of the White House. The gladiator-looking metal behemoths -- what else would you call a robot as tall as Anthony Davis and as big as Bill Goldberg, just not human? -- had already taken the lives of 18 of Connors' men and God knew how many hundreds (thousands?) more across the D.C. war zone. The Washington Monument had fallen, not by enemy hands but from one of dozens of Javelin missiles fired at the Colonial floating ship that had warped -- for lack of a better term -- right next to the monument. Connors wanted his men and himself -- and that included the MMMO embedded with his unit -- right on the South Lawn, ready to defend the White House to the last man and, probably, die in the attempt; Graham and the rest of his cronies had escaped D.C. and fled to safety, probably either the "Doomsday" Boeing jet that Graham would have had to board from Joint Base Andrews, or that place at Mount Weather, Virginia that The 700 Club said had been turned into a vacation spot for politicians and other VIPs. Instead, he got orders from the commanding officer in the theatre -- an Army Colonel holed up in the Capitol building -- to send his men to defend the Office of the Mayor of Washington, D.C. The surprise in his voice wasn't lost on the morale officer, who admonished him for "questioning authority" and a "lack of faith" in his commanding officers. Connors ignored him, as usual, and kept to himself the profanities he was thinking for having to keep this dipshit alive: the Moral Majority division of the FBI was notorious for finding ways to make any officer who was less than fully enthusiastic and appreciative of God's people doing the Lord's work in the military, whenever and whererever, including when unkillable robots were running amok. Looking up in the sky, Connors saw more of those damned Colonial jets. There were two very different types that obviously had control of the air over D.C. -- he hadn't seen a friendly jet since the shooting started -- and very different from the Viper jet fighters and the Raptor attack helicopters the pagans normally used. One could be best described as a 'flying wing', the other like a buzzard with its wings stretched forward like it was a kamikaze Superman about to dive down and in for the kill. "I wonder if those bastards got the President and the rest of them," Connors said, leery of the brief respite from fighting. He looked around from his men's position on 14th St NW, behind the White House Visitor Center, and saw soldiers everywhere: behind him, in front of the Bauer Building and Trade Center; to his left down 14th, behind the Hoover and Department of Commerce buildings; and to his right, in Freedom Plaza and Pershing Park. "Joshua one-nine," the morale monitor chirped up, before proceeding to quote the first chapter and the ninth verse of the Old Testament book of Joshua. "Remember your position, Sergeant. You are a leader." "No shit," Connors said. That would probably get him a demerit, which meant diddly-shit in the life-and-death situation they were all in. "Watch your language, Sergeant. Ephesians 4:29: 'do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your--" Connors clamped his palm over the monitor's mouth when he heard a explosion off in the distance towards the White House, then pulled his communicator out of his jacket with his free hand. "What the hell was that?", he yelled, hearing automatic fire in the same direction. Then, there was a flash that briefly blinded both men and everyone else in the vicinity. When his vision returned a few seconds later, Connors realized he still had his communicator to his ear. "Sitrep! Sitrep!" The situation had already devolved to the point where unit commanders had ditched proper communications protocol in favor of simply being able to talk to one another in the field. " Reading you five by five," said the voice in the earpiece clamped tightly to Connors' right ear. " The Borg have warped in. Metal Goliath's blown 34, heading towards the den. Stand by." The flash meant another one of those ships had jumped in, and the robots had blown up the Eisenhower building -- the smoke trail rising in the distance confirmed that -- and they were headed right for the White House. He was a fan of the Metal Goliath cartoons put out by CBN when he was a kid, watching them take down Satanists, Colonials, Japanese, Euros and Canadians week after week. Nothing in the cartoons nor in the Spire and Thomas Nelson-backed comic books prepared him for the real metal goliaths marching through D.C. "Stand by?", Connors muttered, his left hand still clamped over the morale officer's mouth. He shoved his communicator back in his jacket and let go of the idiot, then reached for the M27 in front of him. "Wh-what did they say?", the morale monitor stuttered. "What's going on over there?" Connors could still smell the shit-stained stench off the back of the man's khakis. "They said wait, but we're heading towards the 'den'." Connors looked to the rest of his unit, which had picked up stragglers from another unit mostly decimated in the fighting at the monument. "Bastards are at the White House. We're going there too. On me." Connors ran out from behind the abandoned Nissan Altima he was using as a sort-of-shelter, and his men followed right behind. The monitor sprinted to catch up to the sergeant. "Sir, I must protest. Your orders were to 'stand by'. That does not mean 'leave your post'." Connors glanced at the man briefly, then looked forward. Other units were starting to move forward, towards the fighting, and Connors's unit quickly formed the third line of seven headed towards the White House. "I will have you written up, Sergeant. This is a clear violation of--" Connors stopped, his men stopping behind him, as soldiers in the other units moved forward. He grabbed the monitor by the throat. "I'm going to tell you this once, so listen," he growled. "Here, I'm God. Not you. Not the man in the sky. Me. When I give an order you obey. Never question me or bother me with your bullshit ever again." He let go of the monitor, leaving the man gasping for air, then looked back at his men. "What the fuck you standin' around for? Go!" "Kick some toaster ass!" one of the stragglers yelled, but the rest of Connors' unit kept silent. Their boss expected results, not yelling. As the unit crossed into Pershing Park in front of the Sherman monument, they saw a massive explosion in the direction of the White House. Moments later, Connors saw American soldiers running towards him and his unit. "FALL BACK!" they shouted. "GO." Connors grabbed one of the retreating soldiers -- the morale monitor, annoyingly, was still by his side -- as the soldier ran past, and turned the kid to look him in the eye. "Why the order to fall back, soldier?", he yelled. The soldier, an 18-year-old draftee, was as poised as a scared kid in his position could be. "They blew up the White House, sir," he replied. "H-hundreds of ours dead. Enemy's all over the place. My C.O. told us to retreat." "Retreat where?" "East, down Pennsylvania Avenue." "The battle's lost?" "A-affirmative. Sir." Jesus. "Where's your C.O. now?" "Dead. One of those goliaths blew his brains out after he issued that order." "Where's the rest of your unit?" "Scattered, or dead." "You're with me, now." Connors looked at the other men in his unit. "We're heading back, down Pennsylvania Avenue." Down Pennsylvania, towards the Capitol building. "Go!" "NO! WE FIGHT!", the morale monitor screamed, holding his Baretta pistol in the air. "JOSHUA 1:9! DEUTERONOMY 20:1 THROUGH--" Connors kicked the monitor below the belt, and looked at his newest straggler. "Confiscate this man's weapon, and pull him with you. If he offers any resistance, shoot the son of a bitch." "Sir?" "Did I stutter, Private?" "No sir," the private said, and grabbed the dazed (and hurting) morale monitor by the arm. Neither had trouble keeping up with the rest of Connors' unit, as they raced to reach some kind of fall-back position, before the enemy could beat them there. Nice Brky2020 . So are morale monitors something like political/moral/loyalty officers. Yes. These Moral Majority people have learned quite a bit from their Russian friends in the KGB. They just don’t have near the level of influence their Russian counterparts have with their own military. The MMMOs are considered a nuisance, although they each have sufficient military training as not to be a liability in the battlefield (theoretically). MMMOs are usually the know-it alls and arrogant jackasses you’d expect, although there are monitors who are likable sorts and act as unofficial chaplains. Both types have been useful in battle, and liabilities: there are numerous examples of MMMOs declared to be “lost in battle” during the Central America and Cuban Wars. In cases where is legitimate disloyalty on the part of an officer, it becomes a military matter, and the government trusts the military to police its own — plus, the government doesn’t really have the power to make the military do anything. |
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Post by lordroel on Jan 4, 2020 18:19:20 GMT
Nice Brky2020 . So are morale monitors something like political/moral/loyalty officers. Yes. These Moral Majority people have learned quite a bit from their Russian friends in the KGB. They just don’t have near the level of influence their Russian counterparts have with their own military. The MMMOs are considered a nuisance, although they each have sufficient military training as not to be a liability in the battlefield (theoretically). MMMOs are usually the know-it alls and arrogant jackasses you’d expect, although there are monitors who are likable sorts and act as unofficial chaplains. Both types have been useful in battle, and liabilities: there are numerous examples of MMMOs declared to be “lost in battle” during the Central America and Cuban Wars. In cases where is legitimate disloyalty on the part of an officer, it becomes a military matter, and the government trusts the military to police its own — plus, the government doesn’t really have the power to make the military do anything. If i remember correctly there where also during World War II units belonging to the NKVD, predecessor to the KGB who had orders to kill any fleeing soldiers, is that also the case here. |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 4, 2020 18:20:59 GMT
Re: the Borg reference -- there was a Star Trek in this universe. Roddenberry escaped to Canada (as did so many in Hollywood -- he was part of the second wave of refugees during the late '80s). Next Generation never got made. They continued the adventures of the Enterprise-A:
Captain Hikaru Sulu (George Takei)
First Officer Will Riker (Jonathan Frakes)
Science Officer Data (Brent Spiner(
Security Officer Pavel Chekov (Walter Koenig)
Doctor Beverly Crusher (Gates McFadden)
Communications Officer Nyota Uhura (Nichelle Nichols)
Helmsman Lieutenant Geordi La Forge (Levar Burton)
Star Trek: The New Generation lasted five seasons (1987-92) on NBC and was cancelled soon after reaching its 100th episode, the minimum number considered to be necessary for syndication.
McFadden left the series in 1988 and was replaced by Doctor Katherine Pulaski (Diana Muldaur) for the remainder of the series. La Forge was moved to the chief engineer position from Season 2 on; other regulars included Lieutenant Laurel Ro (Michelle Forbes), Klingon captain Worf (Michael Dorn) and Doctor Wesley Crusher (Wil Wheaton, assistant to Dr. Pulaski). Yeoman Janice Rand (Grace Lee Whitney) returned in Season Three, taking over Uhura's spot without comment nor explanation (in reality, Nicholls fled to Canada to protest the Thurmond Bill in safety, and in exile). The primary enemies were pulled from the Original Series, the Animated Series and from Rodddenberry's unmade Phase Two series: the Klingons, the Romulans, the Tzitzi, among others. The Borg -- stolen from Roddenberry's notes discovered by series producer Bob Justman in 1988 -- were introduced in Season Three, which gave Trek its first cliff-hanger: will Sulu survive assimilation? (Yes.)
Midway through Season Five, Sulu was assassinated, putting Riker in the captain's chair; in-series, the Romulan Tal Shiar were behind the assassination, as they were behind the deaths of Kirk, Spock, McCoy and Scotty (as revealed in the third-to-last episode of the series); in reality, Takei's sexual orientation was found out and he was sent to an ex-gay camp operated by Exodus w/federal funding (part of the Thurmond Bill). Takei escaped and eventually wound up in Canada, as did so many people, in 1994. He wrote two books about it, one comparing it to his family's experience during World War II, the second focusing on the more unpleasant parts of his stay.
Takei's book was supressed, although Americans along the border got the truth via Canadian and Mexican TV/radio, and the series went to syndication. Thanks in part to a dearth of quality sci-fi and quality TV in general -- New Generation outshone almost everything on TV -- the show endured in popularity even as things got worse. Takei was said to have died in the camp, having repented of his sins (thereby assuring the mirage of Sulu/Takei as a straight whiteish-American hero and ensuring the show stayed on air).
If you want to know what American TV looks like now, imagine a mix of PureFlix; Christian shows on Netflix; the Christian fiction shelves at your local bookstore; and Russian-made action shows. Colonial, Canadian, British and Australian TV are WAY better for English-speakers.
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Post by lordroel on Jan 4, 2020 18:26:19 GMT
Re: the Borg reference -- there was a Star Trek in this universe. Roddenberry escaped to Canada (as did so many in Hollywood -- he was part of the second wave of refugees during the late '80s). Next Generation never got made. They continued the adventures of the Enterprise-A: Captain Hikaru Sulu (George Takei) First Officer Will Riker (Jonathan Frakes) Science Officer Data (Brent Spiner( Security Officer Pavel Chekov (Walter Koenig) Doctor Beverly Crusher (Gates McFadden) Communications Officer Nyota Uhura (Nichelle Nichols) Helmsman Lieutenant Geordi La Forge (Levar Burton) Star Trek: The New Generation lasted five seasons (1987-92) on NBC and was cancelled soon after reaching its 100th episode, the minimum number considered to be necessary for syndication. McFadden left the series in 1988 and was replaced by Doctor Katherine Pulaski (Diana Muldaur) for the remainder of the series. La Forge was moved to the chief engineer position from Season 2 on; other regulars included Lieutenant Laurel Ro (Michelle Forbes), Klingon captain Worf (Michael Dorn) and Doctor Wesley Crusher (Wil Wheaton, assistant to Dr. Pulaski). Yeoman Janice Rand (Grace Lee Whitney) returned in Season Three, taking over Uhura's spot without comment nor explanation (in reality, Nicholls fled to Canada to protest the Thurmond Bill in safety, and in exile). The primary enemies were pulled from the Original Series, the Animated Series and from Rodddenberry's unmade Phase Two series: the Klingons, the Romulans, the Tzitzi, among others. The Borg -- stolen from Roddenberry's notes discovered by series producer Bob Justman in 1988 -- were introduced in Season Three, which gave Trek its first cliff-hanger: will Sulu survive assimilation? (Yes.) Midway through Season Five, Sulu was assassinated, putting Riker in the captain's chair; in-series, the Romulan Tal Shiar were behind the assassination, as they were behind the deaths of Kirk, Spock, McCoy and Scotty (as revealed in the third-to-last episode of the series); in reality, Takei's sexual orientation was found out and he was sent to an ex-gay camp operated by Exodus w/federal funding (part of the Thurmond Bill). Takei escaped and eventually wound up in Canada, as did so many people, in 1994. He wrote two books about it, one comparing it to his family's experience during World War II, the second focusing on the more unpleasant parts of his stay. Takei's book was supressed, although Americans along the border got the truth via Canadian and Mexican TV/radio, and the series went to syndication. Thanks in part to a dearth of quality sci-fi and quality TV in general -- New Generation outshone almost everything on TV -- the show endured in popularity even as things got worse. Takei was said to have died in the camp, having repented of his sins (thereby assuring the mirage of Sulu/Takei as a straight whiteish-American hero and ensuring the show stayed on air). If you want to know what American TV looks like now, imagine a mix of PureFlix; Christian shows on Netflix; the Christian fiction shelves at your local bookstore; and Russian-made action shows. Colonial, Canadian, British and Australian TV are WAY better for English-speakers. Wait so this was made in Canada and Nicholls fled to Canada, ore am i reading this wrong. Looking at the pieces you have already have written, this America looks like that from the handmaid's tale. |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 4, 2020 20:40:30 GMT
Yes. These Moral Majority people have learned quite a bit from their Russian friends in the KGB. They just don’t have near the level of influence their Russian counterparts have with their own military. The MMMOs are considered a nuisance, although they each have sufficient military training as not to be a liability in the battlefield (theoretically). MMMOs are usually the know-it alls and arrogant jackasses you’d expect, although there are monitors who are likable sorts and act as unofficial chaplains. Both types have been useful in battle, and liabilities: there are numerous examples of MMMOs declared to be “lost in battle” during the Central America and Cuban Wars. In cases where is legitimate disloyalty on the part of an officer, it becomes a military matter, and the government trusts the military to police its own — plus, the government doesn’t really have the power to make the military do anything. If i remember correctly there where also during World War II units belonging to the NKVD, predecessor to the KGB who had orders to kill any fleeing soldiers, is that also the case here. No way. |
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Post by lordroel on Jan 4, 2020 20:42:12 GMT
If i remember correctly there where also during World War II units belonging to the NKVD, predecessor to the KGB who had orders to kill any fleeing soldiers, is that also the case here. No way. Do you mean you do not believe it ore never heard of it. |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 4, 2020 20:46:24 GMT
Re: the Borg reference -- there was a Star Trek in this universe. Roddenberry escaped to Canada (as did so many in Hollywood -- he was part of the second wave of refugees during the late '80s). Next Generation never got made. They continued the adventures of the Enterprise-A: Captain Hikaru Sulu (George Takei) First Officer Will Riker (Jonathan Frakes) Science Officer Data (Brent Spiner( Security Officer Pavel Chekov (Walter Koenig) Doctor Beverly Crusher (Gates McFadden) Communications Officer Nyota Uhura (Nichelle Nichols) Helmsman Lieutenant Geordi La Forge (Levar Burton) Star Trek: The New Generation lasted five seasons (1987-92) on NBC and was cancelled soon after reaching its 100th episode, the minimum number considered to be necessary for syndication. McFadden left the series in 1988 and was replaced by Doctor Katherine Pulaski (Diana Muldaur) for the remainder of the series. La Forge was moved to the chief engineer position from Season 2 on; other regulars included Lieutenant Laurel Ro (Michelle Forbes), Klingon captain Worf (Michael Dorn) and Doctor Wesley Crusher (Wil Wheaton, assistant to Dr. Pulaski). Yeoman Janice Rand (Grace Lee Whitney) returned in Season Three, taking over Uhura's spot without comment nor explanation (in reality, Nicholls fled to Canada to protest the Thurmond Bill in safety, and in exile). The primary enemies were pulled from the Original Series, the Animated Series and from Rodddenberry's unmade Phase Two series: the Klingons, the Romulans, the Tzitzi, among others. The Borg -- stolen from Roddenberry's notes discovered by series producer Bob Justman in 1988 -- were introduced in Season Three, which gave Trek its first cliff-hanger: will Sulu survive assimilation? (Yes.) Midway through Season Five, Sulu was assassinated, putting Riker in the captain's chair; in-series, the Romulan Tal Shiar were behind the assassination, as they were behind the deaths of Kirk, Spock, McCoy and Scotty (as revealed in the third-to-last episode of the series); in reality, Takei's sexual orientation was found out and he was sent to an ex-gay camp operated by Exodus w/federal funding (part of the Thurmond Bill). Takei escaped and eventually wound up in Canada, as did so many people, in 1994. He wrote two books about it, one comparing it to his family's experience during World War II, the second focusing on the more unpleasant parts of his stay. Takei's book was supressed, although Americans along the border got the truth via Canadian and Mexican TV/radio, and the series went to syndication. Thanks in part to a dearth of quality sci-fi and quality TV in general -- New Generation outshone almost everything on TV -- the show endured in popularity even as things got worse. Takei was said to have died in the camp, having repented of his sins (thereby assuring the mirage of Sulu/Takei as a straight whiteish-American hero and ensuring the show stayed on air). If you want to know what American TV looks like now, imagine a mix of PureFlix; Christian shows on Netflix; the Christian fiction shelves at your local bookstore; and Russian-made action shows. Colonial, Canadian, British and Australian TV are WAY better for English-speakers. Wait so this was made in Canada and Nicholls fled to Canada, ore am i reading this wrong. Looking at the pieces you have already have written, this America looks like that from the handmaid's tale. Made in Hollywood. This is not the Handmaids Tale verse. American Evangelical Christianity will give you a rough idea of what women’s rights are in this timelines America. I should write a piece focusing on that - maybe the next one: Eagles vs Vipers I |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 4, 2020 20:48:21 GMT
Do you mean you do not believe it ore never heard of it. I mean the MMMOs don’t have that authority. The military won’t allow it. |
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Post by lordroel on Jan 4, 2020 20:50:11 GMT
Do you mean you do not believe it ore never heard of it. I mean the MMMOs don’t have that authority. The military won’t allow it. They did, it happen in places like the Battle of Stalingrad, this movie while made in Hollywood shows it and is accurate. |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 4, 2020 21:00:28 GMT
I’m not arguing the NKVD never had that authority. I was aware of that. I’m saying in my TL the Moral Majority Morale Officers do NOT have the authority to shoot deserters. They’re there to “encourage” soldiers but they’re practically sanctimonious yipping dogs that the unit has to keep around and keep alive (if possible).
One of the conditions the military had in going along with the evangelical coup was not turning the FBI or any other agency into the KGB or secret police, nor putting themselves at the same disadvantages their Soviet/Russian and Chinese counterparts operate under. The military and the plotters agreed on a conservative security-minded state, free of Communist intrusion and social perversion; they’ve drifted apart especially since 9/11.
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Post by lordroel on Jan 4, 2020 21:07:50 GMT
I’m not arguing the NKVD never had that authority. I was aware of that. I’m saying in my TL the Moral Majority Morale Officers do NOT have the authority to shoot deserters. They’re there to “encourage” soldiers but they’re practically sanctimonious yipping dogs that the unit has to keep around and keep alive (if possible). One of the conditions the military had in going along with the evangelical coup was not turning the FBI or any other agency into the KGB or secret police, nor putting themselves at the same disadvantages their Soviet/Russian and Chinese counterparts operate under. The military and the plotters agreed on a conservative security-minded state, free of Communist intrusion and social perversion; they’ve drifted apart especially since 9/11. A thanks for the explanation Brky2020. |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 5, 2020 5:03:15 GMT
Day One
Part Five
25 days ago
Naval Air Station Jacksonville
Jacksonville, Florida, U.S.A.
10:02 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
U.S. Air Force 1st Lieutenant Jaclyn “Converse” Brown walked along the revetment where the F-15C Eagle fighter jets assigned to the 1st Fighter Squadron were currently parked.
The 1st Fighter Squadron was deactivated a few years back by President Sarah Palin, and then reactivated after Lindsey Graham took office and given a new mission: being part of America’s first-line defense against “international aggression” which in practice meant Canadians, Colonials, British and anyone else on the current regime’s enemy list.
Brown was one of 117 female pilots in the USAF, an accomplishment she owed as much to the women’s movement as to her own skill. Brown grew up in Clearwater, Florida, a town long-taken over by the west coast-based Calvary Chapel, to the point where it was nicknamed Costa Mesa East. Her family was working-class, and gave their daughter a work ethic that — along with her natural charm — got her to the front door of where she wanted to be.
But as she entered college, Brown’s America was mostly white, still ruled mostly by men and almost completely Christian. There was still sizable African-American, Hispanic and Asian minorities throughout the country — again, almost exclusively Christian — and several prominent Christian women had fought to restore, and even grow, the work done by their heathen sisters in the ‘60s and ‘70s.
Brown was one of the beneficiaries of these particular women’s work. She wanted more than anything to be a pilot, and the Air Force opened up an opportunity just in time for her to apply for flight training. She sent an e-mail to President Palin that the chief executive saw and answered and before Brown knew it, the University of Florida freshman was on a plane for Colorado Springs — not to work as a secretary at Focus on the Family, but to attend the Air Force Academy. She overcame every obstacle put in her way and graduated with honors.
Palin brought Brown and the other 26 women in her graduating class to the White House Rose Garden for a photo-op, and Brown immediately went back west for Initial Flight Training in Pueblo, Colorado. Passing IFT with flying colors, Brown then went to Oklahoma for Specialized Undergraduate Pilot Training, and afterwards was assigned to Columbus Air Force Base in Mississippi….as a Weapons Systems Officer, known informally as a rear pilot or ‘guy/girl in back’.
The geniuses around her thought the ‘girl in back’ jokes wrote themselves, but she had the last laugh. Brown’s value showed when she was called upon during US military actions in northern Mexico, Haiti and Guyana; when the veteran pilot she had been the GIB suddenly retired to care for his sick wife, Brown was a certainty to become the USAF’s fifth female lead pilot.
Instead, Graham won the Presidential race and, politics being what they are, she was put into the GIB seat for a cocky, white, heterosexual, straight male pilot who became famous on the news channels for killing four Brazilian fighters in support of Venezuelan forces.
And that’s how Captain Paul “Kodak” O’Leary got stuck with Jaclyn Brown.
O’Leary — named Kodak for a picture of him wearing an ugly yellowish shirt with the Kodak corporate logo at a campus ministry retreat — was one of the youngest captains in USAF history, and enjoyed the confidence of the men who ran the Air Force. A devout evangelical Christian, O’Leary was married to Taylor, who like Brown had gone through the Academy, but on a different track: she was a MMMO, seeing it as a way to serve next to her husband and as a venue for ministry and evangelism.
Brown spied O’Leary in the distance, looking over their ‘bird’: an Eagle 15-C, as was his custom around this time of day six days a week (except for Sundays). They got along well enough, but there was some tension in their working relationship — she was single, perfectionistic and opinionated, and O’Leary felt pressure from his wife on account of Brown being around him more than she herself was.
Then, there was the tension in the air from something else, that affected everybody: the prospect of war. Not the one-sided attacks on smaller Central and South American countries, but full-on war with nations that could go punch-for-punch with the U.S., and if things spiraled out of control, nuke it out of existence.
“Penny for your thoughts?”, Brown said, dressed in her flight duty uniform and wearing her unsanctioned Converse sneakers.
“I’m worried,” said O’Leary, also wearing his flight duty uniform, and officially sanctioned footwear.
“The Colonies?”
“Yeah. The morale officers, they…they downplay everything, tell us this’ll be another Sinaloa or Qatar or Ghana…Taylor says the same thing.”
“Except it’s not.”
“Except it’s not,” he said. “You know Guru’s really concerned. If he’s concerned, the big brass have to be, too. You hear the scuttlebutt?”
“You mean like they strip naked and have orgies in front of every single one of their gods, on pay-per-view?”
O’Leary chuckled. “Don’t let Taylor hear you say that,” he said. “She thinks it’ll be like the Patriots lining up against some bad Conference USA team.”
“Sorry, not a sports ball person,” Brown said, with a smile.
“I’d call you a heathen for saying that, but they’re just as crazy about pyramid as we are about football…no, I meant that if there is a war, we might get deployed to one of the Carrier Groups.”
Brown pondered that for a moment. “We’re in the mix.”
“We are, and Guru says we’d likely get sent right in the line of fire. Caprica City, Picon, maybe that big naval base on Virgon where they could attack the east coast….you been praying about all this, right?”
Brown wasn’t the praying type, at all, and very much kept that inclination to herself. “You pray about this?”
“Yeah. I feel a little better, but not much….you didn’t hear me say this, but I’d rather the U.N. get both sides to settle up. We go to war, Jac…I’m pretty sure we’ll meet the Lord sooner than we expect. How are you doing with all this, Converse? What impression do you get when you pray?”
She was glad he phrased his question in that particular way.
“I get the impression I…expect to get when I pray,” she said. “I’m good. We’re pilots, professionals. We do our duty. We go to war with the Colonials, we fly, we fight, and we go out there to win.”
“Yeah…you’re right,” he said, turning his head to look at their bird. “She looks good.”
“She does.”
Far away, but close enough to see them with binoculars, Taylor looked at them while listening in on their conversation, via the bug placed on the nose of the fighter jet. Whether out of concern for her husband, her marriage or her country, Taylor O’Leary was willing to do things few Morale Monitors would do.
God help whomever got in her way.
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Post by lordroel on Jan 5, 2020 9:06:54 GMT
Day One
Far away, but close enough to see them with binoculars, Taylor looked at them while listening in on their conversation, via the bug placed on the nose of the fighter jet. Whether out of concern for her husband, her marriage or her country, Taylor O’Leary was willing to do things few Morale Monitors would do. So who has planted the bug. |
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Post by Brky2020 on Jan 5, 2020 12:58:06 GMT
Day One
Far away, but close enough to see them with binoculars, Taylor looked at them while listening in on their conversation, via the bug placed on the nose of the fighter jet. Whether out of concern for her husband, her marriage or her country, Taylor O’Leary was willing to do things few Morale Monitors would do. So who has planted the bug. Someone she knows who works on the planes. She's bold...and has the arrogance that comes with youth (she and Kodak are in their early 30s, as is Converse). But remember, the military already has near zero tolerance for the sanctimonious bullshit that accompanies the state religion's followers in this timeline. When the shooting starts... |
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