Weight: 155

Apparent Age: 70

Archetype: Mercenary Rigger

Preferred Weapon: AK 98

Runner Song:

 Bio: This poor old man walked away from a valiant career in the US Air Force after a life long dedicated career, this man dedicated his entire life to serve this great nation and when the False Flag rose he was to blind to see the dangers that lurked within. Tailspin blindly served the tyranny and couldn’t see the writing on the wall like his colleges, this old general had the misfortune of becoming yet another statistic and his honourable career tarnished by the deeds he was ordered to do. This is another prime example of a man that was just following orders and thought that he was honestly doing what was best for his country. Well if history proves anything it is full of men that where just following orders, but for Tailspin this led him down a path of dishonour and blatant disregard for his fellow man.

         I wouldn’t be writing about this old tarnished general if he didn’t eventually see the light and abandon his post and walk away from the False Flag. This man was responsible for the deaths of countless citizens and patriots during his service to the Flag, he hunted down many of the so called enemies of the state and commanded thousands of soldiers under orders to bring down the domestic terrorists. He was blinded by the charm and his sense of duty to the President and his career that it wasn’t till he was ordered to unleash a squadron of fighter jets to dump a payload of bombs and napalm directly onto a civilian location that would have caused the deaths of tens of thousands of citizens that Tailspin’s eyes where opened to the truth. He couldn’t stomach the orders he received from above and he refused to give the command, Tailspin had given alternate orders to the squadron to dump their payload into the desert instead of Las Vegas and Searchlight. This man was instantly removed from command and charged with dereliction of duty during a time of war, he was also charged with treason by the brass above seeing his actions as a direct violation of the military code of justice and aiding the enemy during a time of war.

        Tailspin’s would be removed from the command room of Nellis and taken out in handcuffs, Tailspin knew that he was going to face execution for his moment of clarity and the only regret he had was he might never get to embrace his wife one last time and watch his grandson grow up. Tailspin was arrested on April 15th 2045 and he was stripped of his uniform and given a prisoners jumpsuit and thrown into the bases prison to await his speedy trial. For Tailspin he knew this was all just a formality and he was lucky they didn’t just tie him to a pole and execute him by a single bullet to his head. His trial was nothing more than a show of procedure and he was going to have to wait for his date with the grim reaper, and wait he would. This man was left in the prison for many months and his speedy trial would take over five years before he would see the inside of a courtroom. He was left in solitary for the entirety of his prison term and was forbidden to have any visitors. Like many of the military prisoners during this time, Tailspin suffered countless hours of physical abuse at the hands of the guards and would suffer the indignity of being sexually abused as well by the guards. By the time of his trial he was nothing more than a shell of himself and he would be brought out before the military court in his prison jumper and chains to stand before them as they pronounced his verdict and sentence. He wasn’t even given a trial and his actions in 2045 where considered a confession of his guilt, he was sentenced on April 30th 2050 to death by hanging on July 4th 2050. Tailspin never felt more abandoned and alone as he listened to the judge pronounce his sentence and condemn him to death on the nations birthday. He looked around for his family and they where nowhere to be scene, he was truly alone and with just being given an expiration date Tailspin just fell to his knees and began to sob as the judge ended with stating that he would suffer a short drop hanging in the yard for all personal to witness.

       After the judge slammed the gavel down Tailspin was dragged out of the courtroom and thrown back into his cell to await his date with the gallows. During this time, Las Vegas had erupted into another civil war and the Puppet Master’s forces where fighting hard to maintain control from the combined might of the UCAS and the NAN. If Tailspin had actually followed orders back in 2045 the resistance of Vegas would have been crushed and the Unforgiven would have been completely wiped out. So as he sat in his cell awaiting his death, the soldiers fighting for the freedom of Las Vegas owed him their thanks, though little did they know that only a few miles outside of Las Vegas their saviour was being held prisoner and was going to hang so they could live to fight.

        Well for Tailspin he would suffer the unthinkable as he remained in the prison, he would be beaten, raped his teeth ripped from his head and he would suffer a fate that all men fear as he was being checked over by the doctors before he would be measured and weighed by the hangman. Tailspin would be strapped down to the table and be told by the Doctor a older man that had been serving the military for his entire career, this doctor was a twisted man and had a strong belief that traitors didn’t deserve to die intact and they should lose their genitals. This was an old punishment for traitors during the middle ages and this doctor believed that it should still be applied today. He produced a crescent shaped blade and removed Tailspins trousers and undergarments, with the blade in one hand he grabbed Tailspins package and after inserting a catheter tube the doctor in one motion freed Tailspin of his reproductive organs and tossed his manhood into the biological waste bin. Tailspin let out a deafening scream and then passed out from the shock as the doctor stitched up the wounds, they didn’t want him dying of infection or blood loss before his date with the noose. Once the doctor was finished they awoke Tailspin who was sick to his stomach and very unstable on his feet as he was being weighed and measured by the executioner. The two men cracked jokes about his weight loss, his emasculation and how he was no longer a real man and he would die a eunuch slave.

        The mental strain was almost to much for Tailspin as he was led t his cell to heal up before his execution, he would still have to wait another three weeks and he would suffer the humiliation of another measuring the day before his hanging as well as the dress rehearsal where he would be paraded around in chains as the guards practised for the main event. Though for Tailspin he was a trooper through everything and he just kept his head held high and accepted his fate. He knew he had done a heroic deed and in the eyes of the maker he would not be judged, he would have a place in heaven waiting for him. Though his torture on earth continued and he was beaten, and abused nightly till the day of his execution when he would receive his last meal and have the visit from the Chaplin granting him last rites and absolving him of sin. Once the priest would leave it was time and the guards came to collect the guest of honour, they marched the shell of a man out of his cell his hands and ankles bound in chains as the lowered his trousers for the last time to place the death diaper on him and they marched him out of the prison and out into the noon day sun. Tailspins eyes burned as they hadn’t seen the sun in over five years. He could hear the sounds of war in the distance, and as his eyes adjusted he could see the makeshift gallows set up, the noose tied in place, a pine box that would be his coffin resting on the ground with the lid laying next to it on the ground. As they marched him to the gallows he could see hundreds of soldiers, officers and some civilians all in a attendance as they marched him past his already dug shallow grave with just a numbered marker for a headstone. The Prisons warden General Alex Boone placed an old step stool under the noose as Tailspin was marched up the steps. Tailspin knowing that his fate was already sealed, just took his place on the stool, the executioner then approached and while the guards where removing his chains and replacing them with leather binds that secured his hands behind his back and securing his legs together. The executioner placed the black hood over his head securing the drawstring tightly around Tailspins neck, he then placed the noose around his neck and double checking the placement he again pulled the rope tight. The thickness of the noose kept Tailspins head at attention looking straight ahead at all the men who he once commanded now standing their awaiting his death. According to Tailspin this was the worst part about the whole process, the knowing that your going to die the entire process is designed to instil a level of dread into you and once that noose is placed around your neck; your entire life flashes before you in a instant and you are left with this pit in your stomach.

          Well as Tailspin stood their listening to the speeches of the base commanders, he was being formally now vilified and his honour was being striped from him. All he could do was stand there like the property he had become and await for the warden to signal for the stool to be removed and his death would come at the end of a rope. Tailspin would say a silent prayer to the Lord above as he heard the warden give the signal of “Executioner do your duty.” Tailspin felt his footing vanish and he would fall, his body twitching and he soiled his death diaper as he he hung there twitching and eventually blacking out after a few minutes of struggling to breath. He remembers hearing the men cheer as he struggled and was dying slowly. Though according to witnesses at the execution, Tailspin struggled and twitched for a good long while, till his feet when limp and his head just lowered. They left him hanging their for a little longer before the prison doctor approached and read his vitals and pronounced him dead, they then cut him down removed the noose and placed Tailspin into his coffin and lowered him into his open grave.

        Well for Tailspin this seems to be the end, he had been judicially hung, placed in the pine box, the lid nailed shut and he was know being buried. Though the executioner had forgotten to take a final measurement of Tailspin, the doctor was nothing but incompetent in his job and failed to notice a slight heartbeat. Tailspin had some new cyber implanted and one was an internal air tank, he figured it would come in handy if he ever crashed over the ocean. He also had a bio-organic heart replacement as well as a few other pieces of new cyber that the military overlooked in their haste to execute him, also he stuck the military with the bill. Little did he know that these implants would be missed by the doctor who was more interested in rendering him sexless and would miss the slight signs of life that remained after his proper hanging. Karma would be watching over him with his sentence being a short drop otherwise his neck would have snapped and we wouldn’t be talking about Tailspin.

       As he was being lowered into his grave, he regained consciousness and knew that if he tried to escape his coffin know he would either be shot on sight or overtaken and hung once again. This time they would make sure he died, his binds had been removed and as he laid there in the coffin being buried alive, the sound of the earth falling on the lid to the coffin sent shivers down his spine. Though he knew his grave was shallow and he had enough air left in the tank to last another day if he remained calm. Though once he was fully buried he would loose all track of time and he would have to gamble on how long he was underground before attempting an escape, and if he failed he would be truly resting in piece. As the soil was being placed back over his grave the box creaked and soil would slip in through cracks that where forming from the weight of the earth above. Tailspin knew that he needed to remain calm and having been in solitary for so long, he was more than ready for this. He knew that he was hung at noon seeing thats when his execution time was set and with executions they need to be exact. He had no idea how long he was swinging for so he just did the only thing he could do to estimate time and that was he started counting seconds and eventually he would make a song out of it. Being an Air Force General he was a well educated man and mathematics was his passion. This allowed him to mentally figure out how many seconds he needed to be under the ground before attempting his escape, though he hopped that his weakened frame and the dehydration would not be a factor and make his escape attempt in vain. Tailspin didn’t plan on these implants saving him from his own execution and burial but he couldn’t have been happier that they did. So as he counted down minutes, turned to hours and eventually he estimated he was underground for about twelve hours. His tank was running low, his body ached, his neck burned and if he was going to attempt to free himself it was now or never. His knowledge of geology told him the soil was a mixture of rock and clay that would mean it would not be as tightly packed but it would be a pain to dig trough.

       So Tailspin engaged his dark vision optical enhancement, he then engaged a little surprise he had implanted as he engaged his wolvers. He was surprised the guards or the doctor never noticed them, but he couldn’t have ever used them in the prison as he would never have made it out of his cell block alive. There mistake was now his fortune as the blades sprung forward, he then used all his remaining might to break through the pine lid he was suddenly being crushed under the weight of the soil collapsing unto him. He was prepared for this as he held his breath and relied on the air tank as he was know literately being buried alive by the crushing dirt and rock. Once he could feel the earth had ceased, Tailspin using the claws and his enhanced muscles began digging himself out of the grave. The hardest part for him was getting himself upright even partially, but he mustered up the remaining strength he had and with his will alone he managed to crawl out of his grave. He was winded and his internal tank was out of air as he broke through the surface, he was covered in dirt, clay and mud he stunk of faeces and urine as he once again was above the ground.

        Though for Tailspin this was only half the problem, the other half was escaping the base and not having a repeat of earlier. With the fighting going on he knew that security would be tight and the only saving grace being they buried him in a secluded section of the base and he would be able to cling to the shadows. Though the odour would be enough to give him away, by this point he knew that he would have to anything in attempt to escape, and that would mean murdering his fellow countrymen. He understood that this was needed and he had long separated himself from who he was and who is now and that these soldiers where part of the problem. So killing would be a non issue if it meant his escape, so thats what he would do. As Tailspin would cling to the shadows, he would first encounter a lone soldier returning from a night of drinking. The soldier would see the old general and begin to panic and mutter while pointing, the man was so frightened by the presence of a man he watched hang earlier in the day. That even for the weekend and tired Tailspin he was able to overcome the man and end his life with a single blow to the head. Tailspin then dragged the body into a cropping of trees and quickly disrobing the young corporal and switching clothing with him after he used his former jumpsuit to attempt to clean most of the faecal matter off of him. Once he was in the clean clothes, Tailspin would have an easier time escaping the base, the young soldier had a car and was about his size so all Tailspin had to do was get to the parking area hit the unlock button on the key-less entry system until he located the car and just drive out of the base. Though he would have to still move quickly, and he also was beginning to notice a numbing sensation forming in his left arm and as well in his lower right leg. His neck was burning and he was beginning to feel all the pain from the days events, this meant he was running out of time and before he fully succumbed to the injuries and pain he needed to escape.

         That’s just what he did, as luck would have it the car he was looking for was parked near where he encountered the young solider and with his knowledge of Nellis he would be able to drive right out the base and straight to Las Vegas. He knew that he needed to find the Patriots and reach out to them for help. As he would be eventually figured out to be among the living soon and they would be out in force to clean up a very bad mess. He also knew he needed medical attention and he needed it quickly or the grim reaper would catch up to him after all. The numbing in his body was getting more profound, and he was loosing control of his bladder and his breathing was getting harder with each breath becoming more excruciating then ever. So Tailspin just drove straight into Las Vegas, and well thats all he remembers till he woke up in the hospital, it appears that he passed out while driving and crashed into a pole. Lucky for him, the LVPD officer at scene recognised him from the UCAS targets of terrorism flyers, the officer being one of the Puppet Masters men doctored the paperwork and rushed Tailspin off to a hospital that was friendly and understanding.

         This is how Tailspin would come to be part of the Patriots, though not officially a member. This man would be in for a very long recovery and would require countless surgeries to repair the damage that he received. He needed multiple neck surgeries and would end up with his neck and spine fused in multiple locations, he needed to have basically all his internal organs replaced as well as having his lower legs replaced with cybernetics do to the nerve damage he received when his over stressed body was being crushed by the falling soil. For Tailspin all the injuries he received nearly killed him, though they have made him stronger do them. He needed to have his bones laced in titanium in order to fix most of his ribs and reinforce his damaged spine. This old soldier was in recovery for many years, as he learned how to cope with his new implants and from the many surgeries. Though as he would wait for the clonal organs to be grown, he would assist the Patriots with their defence of Las Vegas, by spilling the beans on the military’s tactics and movement s that he was more the familiar with.

          So the Puppet Master can thank Tailspin for the ultimate victory over the UCAS within Las Vegas and for his assistance tailspin was rewarded with his medical bills covered and given gear and a vehicle to use at his disposal. He was told that he might want to relocate to Seattle seeing that he could settle in the suburbs their and live out the remaining days in peace there. Well thats just what he did Tailspin left Vegas, collecting his wife from their home in Henderson. They had a heartfelt reunion where he explained everything he could to his elderly wife, the two packed up the car with bare necessities and headed north to Seattle. The Puppet Mater had already set him up with a new SIN, home in Lynnwood and enough credits to get through a few years as his final thank you to Tailspin. As he drove to Seattle and his wife rested in the passenger seat he would hear the news broadcast about his botched execution and escape he just rubbed the rope scare and then grabbed his beloveds hand as they ventured towards a new life.

        For Tailspin the remaining years in Seattle where normal though he would notice that he was no longer getting any older as he watched his wife degrade and slip away to the ill affects of age. His children had long since disowned him, and thought him to be deceased executed as a traitor to his country and now he was loosing the only person he had ever truly loved for over 60 years. He could feel the tension in the air and he knew that war was approaching, his bank account was drained as he was paying for his wife’s medical care as she slipped away into dementia. Tailspin was able to pick up part time work as a math teacher in the local elementary school but his salary barely kept him afloat under a pile of medical bills and then on July 4th 2070 his wife would pass away, while he sat by her side. He used the remaining of his savings to send his wife’s body back to Henderson to be laid to rest in the family cemetery. He as well wanted his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren to be able to say good bye to their mother and grandmother, for Tailspin he knew he could never return to Henderson and he knew he couldn’t rob his children of this and he knew his wife would want to be laid to rest near her family. So with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart Tailspin paid the funeral director, kissed his wife’s forehead and went back home alone.

      This is how this man would become part of the fight once again, he felt a debt of gratitude was needed to be paid. He has nothing left in his life, his family long lost to him and he seemed to be internally reversing in age and he knew that whatever he could do to help was better then sitting and rusting in his empty home. Tailspin is a trained fighter pilot and has a vehicle control rig implanted so he started off small by doing simple supply jobs for the Patriots inside Seattle and eventually growing in risk to smuggling operations and eventually to hijacking. As Tailspin began working his bank accounts would grow faster then they ever did working for the military and this would allow him the upgrade his vehicles, gear and eventually his home. For Tailspin his vehicles and drones would become his children and he would fully accept life as a freelance operator for the Patriots, he was glad to fight against the tyranny of the False Flag and the more he learned about the truth the more involved he would become. For this old timer it was about retribution and also he was looking to restore his honour that was striped from him while he served the Flag.

      With his emasculation removing any need for sexual desire, he was able to remain more the focused on the task of defeating the False Flag and even when the enemy would send in a female spy to attempt to seduce Tailspin the attempt would fail and he would be able to not only thwart the attempts he would be able to kill the spy as a show of dedication and loyalty to the Patriots. Tailspin longs to join the order officially but he understands that he has a debt to pay and he is willing to bid his time till the leadership determines his debt has been paid in full. This man continues to wear his dress uniform today and has become a solid freelance rigger of the new breed generation. His skills as a smuggler allowed him to transport citizens to safety during the war and he has been a valuable asset in the skies as well. He does prove never judge a book by it’s cover and for Tailspin he will always give 110% in anything he does.

       Tailspin knows that he will have to continue to fight now that he has entered the fray as a rebel, and with the UCAS still very upset about their second failed execution you can bet your lucky stars they are still looking for this man. If anyone is looking for a solid, loyal and heroic man to join their ranks as a rigger look no further than Tailspin. This man is a true hero and the shadows are lucky to have this man within their ranks. He is not just a rigger, he is combat trained, highly educated and a skilled craftsman so until the Patriots are ready to forgive Tailspin fully for his sins against them in the early days of this war. He could really use a team of dedicated shadow warriors to help keep Tailspin alive and out of the clutches of the enemy. This man is honourable and has crawled out of hell, he has lost everything and has been reborn as the man we know today, please show him the respect he is do and the uniform he proudly wears is that of an American officer not a UCAS soldier. Tailspin is a true hero and his service record prior to 2017 and his mercenary log will back up my claims about him. Tailspin, I might still be very sore over the men I lost to you and well the sucking chest wound you gave me still burns deep in my mind, but I will still salute you for what you have done for us since your eyes were opened, though forgive me my good man when I say……

Page Written By: Snoopy

Weight: 170

Apparent Age: 65

Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown

Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Nemesis

Runner Song:

Bio: Well when is referred to as simply Fallout this should frighten anyone with any sense in their body, and when it comes to this old mercenary that sense would ring true. Fallout is a man that should be feared wherever he deems to roam and for damned good reason, this man is a legend in the art of war and there are some secrets he took with him when Fallout retired from active service back in September of 2017. Fallout was a career soldier that served the United States Army and was in command of the joint special forces division, he was as well in charge of our homeland security for over a decade before he was replaced by one of the O’Brian family members. Fallouts illustrious career was ended when he wouldn’t play ball during the silencing of his fellow Americans during the rise of the False Flag, he was given two options retirement or court marshal, Fallout choose to end his career with his pension intact and just retire to his home in Michigan and just spend the remaining days fishing on Lake Michigan. Though for this old soldier his plans for a peaceful retirement would go up in smoke, when the False Flag would decide that he was not allowed to just retire in piece sending well trained special operators after him to make sure Fallout would pass away silently into the night like all good soldiers do.

         This is where the False Flag would learn that this man was more than meets the eye and he would in now way go quietly into the cold dark night, for Fallout the thought of just simply enjoying his golden years sitting on the dock fishing was not in this man’s agenda, he had been secretly preparing for the day the military would force him to retire do to a political disagreement. You see Fallout learned about the governments agenda over a year prior, and had already enacted a plan to enlighten the masses about the impending doom that would befall them. The issue was his warnings fell on the deaf ears of the masses as nothing more then the ramblings of a madman with his doomsday warnings. Though their where a few enlightened minds that saw through the madness and could see the writing on the wall, these men where able to begin a contingency plan. These men would be ready to strike when Fallouts warnings would become a reality, but so was Fallout this man was more then prepared and ready for the government goons that would come knocking on that cold January night of 2018

          For Fallout this was nothing more then verification of his fears of a tyrannical dictatorship in the works and they needed to permanently silence the former director of Homeland Security, this man had inside intelligence that was crucial to the False Flag and their allies. So when the assassins came knocking Fallout was more then ready, he had already rigged his home with enough plastic explosives to level the entire home and many of the surrounding acres. He had anchored his fishing vessel a few miles out in the lake and had set up his escape boat a few miles down the coast line ready and primed. All he had to do was sit back and wait for the fireworks, the military forgot one valuable piece of intelligence Fallout knew how they thought and was also able to listen in. He knew the radio channels they used and with his advanced scanners he was able to pick up their radio chatter miles out. So when the night of the invasion was to take place, Fallout was more then ready and he had his mouse trap set, the lights left on in the house, a small fireplace was ignited, he left a kettle on the stove and turned the oven on. He as well left the still warm carcass of a freshly killed deer placed in his chair wrapped in hot water bottles and thermal blankets. He then grabbed his riffle, radio, detonators and pack and moved himself out of the kill zone burring himself in the snow and mud and waited for the enemy to make their move.

         Well for two teams of special forces soldiers this would be their final mission, Fallout was hunkered down watching from the safe zone as the teams approached his house and encircled the building, they would enter his porch and like good little soldiers they would first launch flash bangs and tear gas into the house before crashing into the house from all points creating a total kill zone. Fallout would listen as the men would clear room after room making sure he waited till all the soldiers where in what he referred to as the death zone. Once he heard them entering what was his kill zone by the red led lights that light up on the receiver he was holding meaning they soldiers had tripped his sensor traps. He quickly pulled the pins on his detonators and pushed button after button setting off a chain reaction of events that would blow the house sky high and as well capture the additional military vehicles that where in route to his home. Fallout had as well set additional charges along the tree line and laid down a field of plastic land mines creating multiple death zones and when additional support would arrive to storm the castle they would meet certain death from the explosions and field of mines that fragmented into thousands of tiny serrated plastic shards coated in a crude oil substance. He knew their would be one more line of defence and this old soldier was more then prepared as he dug out the metal case he burred months earlier, removing a light antitank weapon (LAW Rocket) priming the weapon and waiting for the military helicopter to arrive on the scene to verify the explosion. As Fallout sat and waited, he smirked at the military’s predictability as he could hear the helicopter in the distance. The power of the rotors blowing the loose snow around and causing the tree’s to bend under the power of it’s down draft, Fallout already primed and ready took aim on the aircraft that began it’s hover. He pulled the trigger and off went a high explosive armour piercing warhead that entered the helicopter with ease and the pilots never saw death coming as the vehicle exploded in the sky and rained down fire and death to the approaching soldiers.

          Fallout would then grab his gear and board his stealth boat and motor out to his awaiting fishing vessel and vanish into the shadows, his hands covered in his fellow Americans blood. Though for this old general he was able to come to grips with senseless murder of his fellow soldiers by understanding they where working for the enemy and no longer followed the oath they had once sworn and in doing so had become enemies of the state. This was enough to ease this patriots mind and heart over all the boys he sent to an early grave, as Fallout just slipped away into the shadows only to re-emerge a few years later inside the eastern side of the Sioux Nation in what was Montana. This is when this master of war would strike again, this time he would take his special brand of justice straight to the natives and he would bury hundreds of natives in a single night and do to his land mines he is still burring them today over 50 years later. Fallout is a man that has always been a master of guerilla warfare and he uses weapons long since banned in conventional warfare for being inhumane, he would deploy these weapons and explosives upon anyone he deems the enemy.

          Reports from the night of Fallout’s attack on native forces, government buildings and his fields of death are sealed, and not available to the public so I was unable to find any information on what this man did to them on that night. Though whatever he did do, he scared these people and he has the citizens still fearing the undetectable fields of death. They speak of the tree’s raining down shrapnel and the ground coming to life and killing anyone who dares to enter certain farmlands villages. His use of plastic land mines and plastic claymore mines is why they are undetectable and also why they are illegal, as these devices deploy a munition that is imposable to locate in the body and is coated in a crude oil to guarantee infection. These also don’t have a self destruct mechanic so once deployed they remain active till they are detonated, and for Fallout he doesn’t care if they are deployed by soldier, farmer or child fear is his end game and he is way ahead in the points a the people of any region where Fallout has worked is terrified venture to far from their homes. To add to the fear he will hide in the woods and like a demented sniper he will take shots at the locals with his riffle or even worse one of his many LAW rockets. This man is a master of terror, and he is trying to break the will of the people through use of his special brand of terrorism, sadly in some sections of the Native lands he is wining this war and the people are too scared of Fallout to even dare to take up arms against him and just surrender to paramilitary forces when they approach. There are towns that are dying off cause they are too scared to even venture out of there boarders do to Fallout, this man might no longer be anywhere near them but his special underground presents are enough to cause total panic.

           This man has been on the move throughout the Native lands and even within the UCAS for decades and has been laying the groundwork for his fear game ever since, their is no one that even dares to stand up against him and all he has to do is let people know he has been in a location and the his legend does the rest creating total panic. This man was also responsible for the Denver Christmas Slaughter of 2055 when he somehow snuck past the boarder guards and rigged the cities holiday tree with his special brand of ornaments as well as planting many of his special gifts disguised as stepping stones, planters and any other non lethal items one could think off throughout the city. So as the people of the NAN and UCAS districts would be out and about for the holidays they would suffer the random chance of setting off a gift from Fallout and then their was his grandest show of them all. This was when the people of Denver gathered around the holiday tree for the unification ceremony between the NAN and UCAS, and as the cities leaders gathered at the front of the 100 foot tall pine giving their speeches of peace and once the mayor would throw the switch for the lights. Well thats when the entire scene went up in a wave of plastic explosives, throwing shrapnel throughout the entire area and causing hundreds of deaths and the suffering of hundreds of others from the injuries they sustained. When the smoke cleared burned into the back wall of the office building that would come down during the explosion was simply FALLOUT. Between the actions of Fallout and Category 5 Denver has never been the same since, the city is trapped with fear and they have turned to the leadership to protect them from the countless assaults from the known terrorists.

         Where Fallout is today is unknown, but wherever you can bet he is up to his old antics. This man thrives on fear and fighting against a supposed enemy that doesn’t exist. He has been fighting the ghosts of his twisted mind for decades and he like the rest of the terrorists in the Patriots have been fighting a war against progress and fighting against the establishment. These men are relics of a long gone past that need to be made extinct for the rest of us to live a normal life again, They are nothing more then criminals, terrorists and war criminals that need to be rounded up and executed for the betterment of all mankind. With Fallout running around unchecked that means people are not free to live as they want and the poor natives are left with picking up the pieces of his unlawful engagement with them. This man is a true menace to society and should be removed as soon as possible, just think about it if you lived in a region he planted his special presents and it was your son, daughter, grandson or granddaughter that would step on one of his bouncing betties.

Page Written By: Victor Douglas

(Concerned UCAS Reporter for the Seattle Times)

Weight: 200

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Mercenary

Preferred Weapon: Assault DAOD

Runner Song:

 Bio: Time has come to talk about the soldier of fortune known simply as Granite, nothing fazes this man and he can’t be swayed once he is taken a contract. Granite is an honourable solider and he takes his code of conduct very seriously, if he even thinks something about his contract doesn’t add up or if he is asked to violate his code of conduct he will void the contract and you will have a serious problem on your hands. Granite will not do any work that violates the rules of engagement, he will not do assassinations and he will not tolerate any contact that involves children (Though there are some exclusions here) Granite has a few other objections within his code of conduct. Though he might have some restrictions in what he is willing to do, the stuff he is more than willing to sign on for, their is almost no one better then Granite.

       Proof is he has made it to the rank of Colonel inside the mercenary world and is in high demand with many of the major outposts and guilds for his professionalism, Granite takes his job seriously and understands what it means to hold such a high rank and will not do anything to tarnish his reputation and his honour. Though as I said if you try to trick or cross Granite he will void the contract in a heartbeat and if your lucky he will just walk away peacefully. Though like the rabbit that died to give you that lucky rabbits foot, Granite doesn’t believe in luck and coincides. He will leave the employee but not without costing his employer more than he was being paid, Granite normally causes nothing more then property destruction and theft of documents to hand over to the counsel of Mercenaries, though he has been known to friendly fire an those in his squad and cause the operation to fail. Any employer knows the risks involved when employing Granite and knows that crossing him is risky business.

       This man has been working in the Mercenary world for many decades and has been in multiple large scale campaigns throughout the world, he has previous military training and was an officer in the United States Army holding the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and commanding a large infantry division before resigning his commotion during the Nights of Rage, he refused to engage American citizens and this caused him to have a morale dilemma and choose the better part of valuer. For Granite he could not stomach what was going on around him and he just walked away from his career and walked away from being a soldier. This man was one of the lucky ones being he was s low on the False Flags radar he was able to walk away and begin what one can consider a normal life.

       Being a college educated man and holding a masters degree in American History he would walk off the battle field and step right into the class room as a high school history teacher. Granite had hung up his armour, and boots for a suit, tie and oxfords but the jungle still burned deep inside him and he would be haunted by the wars he saw while in active service. Granite would through medication and counselling be able to keep his demons at bay and become a good husband and father for his three children. Eventually even becoming the Assistant Principal of Our Lady of Faith Catholic High School, this was a feet unto itself as most administrative positions where left to clergy only. Granites past would eventually come back to haunt him in 2055 when the high school would be overtaken by masked gunmen, these foot soldiers where looking for Lt. Col Thomas Donaldson and they where not being quite about their search for him. Granite would hear the gunfire echoing through the halls and he would as well hear the cries of the faculty and students alike. This would cause this old soldier to burn with anger and frustration as his school was being attacked and his students and teachers where being murdered, as they say a leopard doesn’t change it’s spots and for Granite he never truly stopped being a soldier.

        This man against school policy always kept firearms in his office and gym bag and as the soldiers stalked the hallways, Granite was once again donning his field jacket and reading his assault riffle and pistol. He knew he could remain hidden in his office as the police arrived, but his code of honour would not allow him to sit ideally by as innocent people where being murdered. He emerged from his office still in his business dress just wearing an old military jacket and slinging an old AK-47. The staff cried out in fear as Granite made his way through the office he was barking orders like a true old solider and he stepped out into the hallway that was barren of life. The air was acrid with gun smoke and the lights flickered and hummed as he began to stalk the halls clearing room after room. Till he got the end of the hallway, this school was set up in a square fashion with classrooms and offices on both side of the halls. So as he got near the end of the hallway where he would have to clear a blind hallway, this is a solider’s nightmare and without proper gear he would have to do it blind. Granite pulled himself tight up against the inside wall and peered around the corner only to come face to face with three masked gunmen. Granite had no cover to hide behind and he was no in a very bad situation, he could hear the sirens way off in the distance and knew that he would have only seconds to react before the three gunmen would overwhelm him.

         Granite swallowed hard and dropped low as he swung around the corner, his auto-targeting system acquired the three targets as cross hairs formed over vital parts he let loose with a three round burst exploding the first gunman’s head into a sea of blood and gore. He quickly readjusted and as if everything was moving in slow motion he pulled the trigger a second time and then a third time, empty casings danced on the ground as the six bullets flew through the air burring deep into the targets. Mists of blood filled the air and as the bodies where falling dead their guns began to fire randomly in the air. Granites wired reflexes seemed to still be in working order as they haven’t been used in years, he made it to the downed gunmen before their bodies fully hot the ground. Granite could feel the sensations of his cyber and for the first time in many years he actually felt alive, the other gunmen that had assaulted the school where not prepared to be facing a man that was more machine than man and Granite made short work of the enemies long before the police had arrived.

        As Granite was walking back to the main office to announce all was clear, the police arrived and initially seeing Granite still in his work clothes and caring a smoking assault riffle and with a very large .50 calibre pistol on his hip. They ordered him to the ground by gunpoint thinking he was one of the attackers, Granite dropped his riffle and got on his knees and placed his hands behind his head, the problem was his reflex system was still engaged and he was high on adrenaline. He loudly announced who he was and that he had ceased the gunman, the police didn’t believe him and one officer made the very bad mistake of grabbing Granites wrist. This would cause the man who was still hopped up on his advanced reflex boosting and pumped full of adrenaline to act ion instinct alone and he would within a blink have the officer flipped over him and swallowing his own pistol. The other officers all began to aim at Granite, once he realised what he had done Granite tossed the weapon to the side and again surrendered. Though this is where things get foggy, even the video footage is scrambled and hard to make out. According to now retired officer James Olsen who was the only survivor and the man that was flipped to his back by Granite.

       As Granite was surrendering to the police, so they could perform their investigation. A few of the officers got itchy trigger fingers and opened up on the surrendering Granite. Officer Olsen reports the man was struck multiple times with rounds from the police, he then saw this educator move with the speed of lighting, everything slowed down and he drew the pistol out of his hip holster and starting unloading burst after burst into the officers that where firing at him. Olsen reported he watched as Granite would reload twice before the officers would even have a chance to continue firing. and in a blink the officers all laid dead on the ground and the wounds that tore into his body would slowly begin to close and heal.

     This event is what caused Granite to leave the normal life and walk back into the world of the mercenary, he is still wanted by the police for the murder of twelve officers. But according to Officer Olsen it was in self defence, though this situation has become a black eye for the city and as well a stain on Granites flawless service record. We would come to learn that the masked gunmen where soldiers of both the European Legion and the False Flag and the officers first on the scene where as well members of the Native Strike Division and False Flag so if Granite was in the right is left to personal interpretation of the situation.

       Granite has since sent his family into hiding and has began working as a soldier of fortune and this man has not disappointed any of his employers he has become a well sought out hire and has served throughout the world in a vast amount of operations. He has also been involved in many jobs here within North America fighting against the Legion, False Flag and the Natives. Granite is not a Patriot or Confederate as he works for many different guilds and has not needed to settle down with one exclusively seeing he is in high demand. This doesn’t mean he is opposed to joining either of these agencies, it’s just never been brought up.

      Well when it comes to Granite, this man has proved himself time and time again as being a whirlwind of death, doom and destruction and a soldier that you never want to be on the opposing side off. His vast training, experience, cyber and bio-organic implants have proven to be to much for everyone who dares stand opposed and Granite is like a rock, many say this man is unkillable and has never shed a drop of blood even though he has been wounded countless times. Granite is out there on the streets once again, lending his riffle to any fight that is deserving and fighting to restore honour to a world that has lost it’s way. Granite might have had some hiccups along the way, but this man has staid true to his code, he has staid true to his honour and this man will never falter or waver. He is another rare breed of good guys swimming in a sea of monsters so best to treat him with respect and in a professional manner, cause Granite will accept nothing less and will return the favour.

Page Written By: Shadow Writer

Weight: 165

Apparent Age: 55

Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown (Never Registered)

Preferred Weapon: DAOD Combat Crossbow (Modified)

Runner Song:

 Bio: Well here is another one of the good ones that has been hunted to the brink of extinction. The runner known as Mason is a true hero of the shadows and has been hunting the evil that lurks deep within for generations. Don’t let his younger appearance fool you, Mason has been around for a very long time. The weight of his actions have made this man the number one enemy of the False Flag since before the False Flag had even cemented itself into place. Mason was fighting against its very creation. This man has been a thorn in the side of the UCAS. They have tried to remove him many times, even going as far as executing every living member of this man’s family and sending erasers to eliminate him. They even zeroed him. Nothing worked and the Mason kept coming at them like a bad habit. He would use whatever method he could from the legal to the illegal to strike at that hydra known as the False Flag.

          Mason might have seemed to be a man possessed and could have been called a conspiracy theorist, but everything this man said would happen has happened and everything this man sacrificed to stop has become a reality, and Mason has had to watch as everything he loved and cared for get consumed by the great beast of the False Flag. He was once a political annalist, and reporter for a major cable news channel that had access to a vast library of journals and reports from many of the worlds leaders. He would also be able to interview many of the countries leaders that would eventually be the prime directors of the False Flag. This man being a master of the spoken word and having a bear trap of a mind was able to ask the questions that the leaders didn’t want asked ever, and even worse when they would dance around the answers Mason would pick up on it and hammer the point home. This is what made him a great reporter, but also made him target number one for eradication. He would have to dodge government assassins for years before the flag was to rise and after he became target number one.

        Mason being as brilliant as he is, was able to see the forest for the tree’s and he could tell something big was coming and not in a good way. The government was moving to many assets around and they where reopening the underground vaults that had once been sealed off. Things where looking like a change was coming and Mason would begin to report these findings on his web news site and one night one of his broadcast must have struck a nerve and his home was raided by federal authorities, Mason was able to escape, and leave his camera on. His nightly viewers where given a live performance of there government systematically executing the people in the house and tearing through his files and documents. You would think this would have been enough to drive the final nail in the coffin and wake people up. Sadly it was not and since the shootings happened off camera and where only heard, people screamed staged and fake even when Mason came back online a few days later from a new location the people no longer believed him and his message was beginning to fall on deaf ears. Though for Mason revenge was all to real for his wife and children where both murdered, his house burnt to the ground and his life’s work discredited and he was to become a laughing stock of the journalistic world.

        Mason didn’t take this laying down and since he was now wanted by his own government as a terrorist and traitor, for just using his first amendment right of free speech. Mason knew that he was going to have to go to extremes to get his message across, but how this he was unsure of all he knew was he was going to have to use the social media and his military training to infiltrate broadcasting stations and pirate out live broadcasts that would penetrate all forms of media, he was going to have to keep his message short and he was going to have to make sure as many people heard and saw his plea as he could. Get the people talking and hopefully the rats in the False Flag would be brought down before they enacted the final stage of their plan. So on the dark summers night of August 3rd 2017 Mason became a criminal for real as he broke into Mile High Broadcasting station, killing two of the security and locking the skeleton crew up in the storage closet. He began to set up his equipment and using his know how Mason did the unthinkable, he broke the security of the satellites and he sent his broadcast live over the airways. He pirated into ever channel, every radio station and even managed to override many of the live streaming sites and video game networks with his broadcast. Billions of people would all see and hear Mason as he rambled on for five minutes about the False Flag, the impending doom, the enslavement of the people and the death of America. He then blasted the airwaves with all his video and documentation files as he ended his broadcast with “America heed my warning, I have looked into the eyes of the Hydra and have invoked it’s wrath. The truth is my weapon and the truth will set us all free, stand united or fall divided and broken as slaves to the hydra. Good night America and God Bless, Mason Out.” He then fled the broadcast station as law enforcement was arriving on scene.

         The words of Mason sadly fell on deaf ears and he was again, forced deeper into seclusion and hunted like a dog by federal and local law enforcement. He was also being hunted by federal assassins, and Mason would have to watch as every single living member of his family would be rounded up and imprisoned or executed. His friends would turn on him and he would have no where to turn and no where to go, for Mason would become public enemy number one. The only thing that would take the heat off of him for a short while would be the great ghost dance and nights of blood, but this was exactly what Mason was warning us all about, these events would fully cement the False Flag in place and he would have to watch as everything he predicted would come to volition.

         Mason now would have to fight for his survival against an enemy that would grow stronger year by year. Though he was not alone in the fight this time as he would have the mercenary bands to ally with and he knew they would have his back as he would have theirs. Though for Mason fighting on the battlefield was not everything he desired, this man sought the truth, he desired to bring the False Flag crumbling down and he didn’t think killing soldiers and citizens alike was the answer. He knew the False Flag had to pay the ultimate price and the members of the board would die by his hand if he could help it. Though the soldiers at the time where just like the mercenaries, they were fellow Americans who where doing there duty to God and Country just like the mercenaries. Mason felt that if he could influence even a few of the enemy soldiers he could turn the tides of the war, and this is exactly what he did. Again he used the ultimate media and for a short time he reactivated the downed networks and disabled the media blackout to spread his message once again. This time he aimed his message towards the military and hoped that he would not once again fall on deaf ears, he hoped that he could appeal to there patriotism and to there sworn duty to protect the people. “Soldiers of this great nation America, you have sworn an oath to defend the Constitution, defend liberty and defend her people from all threats both foreign and domestic. Today you take action against the oath you swore, today your commanders controlled by the hydra of the False Flag have given you orders to kill your fellow American. I ask are you an American or are you a traitor to Old Glory, the founders warned us about this and here you are doing just what the founders warned us about. Join us in this fight against the tyranny of the False Flag or fall in line like a good little toy soldier.”

         According to reports from field commanders Masons words that day did have a lasting affect on many of the soldiers and some base commanders, though the numbers were still not enough to bring an end to the war. This war is still being fought today and  Mason has been involved in the fight ever since, he has been a thorn in the side of the flag and will do whatever it takes to brig down the False Flag. He knows that the times have changed and the soldiers today are those that have been born and raised under the False Flag and have no loyalty to the old way, the older soldiers and officers that had any loyalty have either retired, or have been imprisoned or killed. The war today is truly another civil war, this war has divided an entire nation and then divided it again. Mason has managed to stay alive through all the years and has been spreading the truth to all those that will listen.

         He is not the same kind hearted man he was when this all begun, years of isolation, years of battle and warfare have changed him. Mason is still a good man and does not kill needlessly, though he now fully understands that there is a direct line in the sand when it comes to who the enemy is, and Mason will not weep over any enemy he kills. The False Flag has taken everything from this man and then some, they have been hunting him since before 2017 and he has managed to not only survive but prevail. Mason has managed to maintain his soul and his humanity through all odds and this man has become a staunch supporter of the Freedom Patriots and even the Sons of the True Confederacy. Though he would prefer to work independent and bring down the council of the False Flag himself, Mason is a man who’s pride might get him into trouble as the years go by, Mason can’t keep fighting alone and he needs to be taken in by one of the groups fighting in this war, either the Freedom Patriots, Sons of the True Confederacy or even the Harbingers. This man is to important to the cause and the military knows it, they will track him down one day and Mason’s pride will have him go out in a blaze of glory, this can not be allowed to happen Mason is to damn important.

<<<If you are reading this that means I have been killed by the UCAS for reporting the truth, they have been trying to silence this man for years and they have been making short work of the order his belongs to. Mason is one of five members of this order left alive. He holds valuable secrets that can help bring down the False Flag and help restore order to the lost country of America. My Grandfather was part of this order and so was my Father before they were killed by government hit squads during the rise of the False Flag. Mason is one of the last that remain worldwide, this order has been either hunted to extinction or it’s members abandoned the order to survive. Mason is a key holder to secrets that can bring down the Hydra and save humanity from extinction. There is something worse out there, something that lurks deep within the shadows something that if left unchecked will consume all humanity and everything will be forever lost. >>>

 Howard Roseland 

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