Orson White (Mars)

Membership: ADF/Harbingers/Kingsmen/Presidents Men/Sons of Odin/Railroad/London Dungeon/Post Office/Horsemen

UPDATE: 17/06/76

Well what is known about Mars……well everything we once knew about Mars has been undone after the stunt he pulled during the press conference with newly elected POTCAS Lowell Townsend and in an address to the people of the CAS and of the NAA (North American Alliance). We would all watch in shock and awe as the monster known as Mars tore down the order he helped give birth to and then not only reject an offer to one of the highest seats a military officer can obtain, he would systematically resign from the CAS military and walk away to go and fight alongside the Alexandrian Defense Force. Orson’s frustration and anger could be felt as he spoke with all the passion of a master orator, his clenched fist pounding the podium to emphasize certain parts and leaving everyone in awe as he captivated the audience with his well crafted words.

Everyone that was there figured this was POTCAS Townsend simply introducing the newest member of the Joint Chiefs and as Orson White walked onto the stage in his dress uniform proudly displaying all his medals and the newest patch on his shoulder that has become a subject of debate as of late reading simply FIP veteran, this would stun all in attendance as it was not known that Orson White was a member of the Federal Immortality Project (FIP) as many thought he was simply one of Edwards goons that had been put in his station.

We would learn straight from the God of War’s mouth that he had been manipulated by Edward during the original Civil War and the silver tongue of the serpent would have a tremendous negative affect on Orson’s life. It would drive him deep into the mindset of the Old South and keep the sparks of hatred and anger burning within his heart, he would speak about how during the reconstruction period is when Edward would do the most damage to him and how they would create the Klan as a way to keep the fires of war burning. Edward would manipulate him further and use this connection to convince Orson that the Old South was something of glory and how only the white folks could be truly in power as they were “God’s Chosen” and everyone else was below them.

Though he would state that Edwards manipulations still hadn’t fully corrupted his heart and that wouldn’t happen for many, many years later. Orson would let us know that he was a veteran of the First and Second World Wars where he served within the 82nd Airborne and served under First Lieutenant Wilhuff Palpatine and would eventually be part of the unit that liberated France and fought bravely against the Nazi’s, till he would end up being captured and sent off to Auschwitz a Nazi Concentration Camp in Poland. He stated that his memories where foggy at best and he believed that Edwards draconic magic had worked as a way to manipulate his memory. Stating that once he was in Europe fighting against hatred and fascism that there would be no way he would have simply returned to the Klan when back stateside………Edward had to be behind his foggy memory and twisting the dagger of hate in his heart and playing on his anger and frustration.

We would learn that Orson would leave the FIP program during the Vietnam war after being severely injured when he would fall out of a helicopter after being wounded and dragged out of the jungle by his friend and fellow FIP Thomas Kissinger…..the injuries he sustained from the ambush as well from the fall would end his military carrier, though it would take a MASH doctor Captain Heath to convince Orson that he couldn’t return to the war, according to Orson this would be the wake up call he needed as he watched other FIP fresh from surgery basically crawling back to there units and even watching Alvin Webster hobbling off minus his pants.

He stated that it took many conversations with his old friend Montgomery Palpatine (Hilliard) in order for him to be able to shake off the fog of Edwards manipulations, Montgomery would remind Orson of the good times they had, remind him that he once rode with him and helped him rescue slaves from the plantations as well help the native people escape certain death. Orson stated later in an interview with Mr. Boston that he couldn’t believe just how much of a monster he had become, he stated that it took some serious contemplation for him to simply not eat a bullet, as he thought of all the horrors he committed while serving in the SOTC (Sons of the True Confederacy) and all the terror he caused as the leader of the Klan…..he would simply drink himself to sleep he’d awake and continue to further debate eating a bullet.

When asked what stopped him from committing suicide?……Orson simply stated “I’m not sure honestly, it might simply have been the steady calls and messages I received from a handful of the FIP veterans” I can tell you this, they are my brothers and they have all been put through the ringer numerous times and kept going back for more……..some would simply end their own lives to escape the nightmares and for me I was simply trapped within my own personal hell. If my fellow FIP that remembered me hadn’t reached out to me, I am not sure I would be siting here talking to you. I was becoming reckless in battle, and I was becoming a danger to me and my men as I was simply wishing for death and yet something in me was fighting to stay alive.

I can tell you this much Mr. Boston the old Mars would never have sat down to talk to you, as I was groomed to believe you were the Northern Devil and someone that needed to be strung up. Though that wasn’t actually me that was the person that Edward programed and groomed…..again I am not sure why he picked me, though I have a few ideas and one of them makes me sick to my stomach. Look for most of my adult life after the military was done with I thought I was a Christian, though I couldn’t remember why I had numbers tattooed on my forearm……I was simply confused, I ended up getting married in the church, and becoming a devout Southern Baptist but again something just felt off and I couldn’t place it. It ended up driving me crazy and allowed Davis to further manipulate me.

I would learn through Montgomery that I was born Jewish and even spent a considerable amount of time in the Hudson Valley with Montgomery and his family, for fucks sake the Pale Rider and the other Highwaymen would help smuggle my parents and siblings out of the deep south and into NY where I would be educated, and go through all my coming of age ceremonies……and what the Pale Rider and Highwaymen did for me and my family is nothing short of a mitzvah……though I am hoping I am using that word right as my Hebrew is very rusty.

When I learned that I was Jewish and trust me when Montgomery told me directly I didn’t believe him, I protested stating that I was a Southern Baptist and had been my entire life…..he simply grinned like he normally does and told me that yes you may be a Christian now Orson but take a look at your dog tags. I simply loosened my tie and undid my collar button slipped out my tags and looked at them for the first time in what seems like forever and right there stamped in tin was Religion Jewish…..my heart dropped and I nearly dropped the phone in horror and disgust.

Now I am not upset about my Christian life, but my religion was used against me…..Edward new I was a Jew and he knew that my family had relocated to the North to save off persecution and worse from the hateful bigots in the south…..and I had become just like them, I had disgraced my family and disgraced myself in the process. I can tell you my mind was going a million miles an hour, I kept thinking about how many Jewish families I gave the order to terrorize and worse, how many orders I gave to burn down temples and the like………and how anti-Semitic I had become and it made me physically ill.

I would do my own research and discover old tin family photos of me as a young boy in NY with my family, I would discover old journals written by my father and grandfather written in Hebrew….I think again my Hebrew and Yiddish are very rusty, though coming back to me at an alarming rate. I would discover all the old relics of my family that I simply never unboxed and left in the basement tucked away and forgotten about for generations. I would learn that I have a home in the Hudson Valley that Montgomery was upkeeping for me and I would as well learn that I was not the raciest bastard I thought I was……….I would learn that I was one of the original founders of the Underground Railroad with Harriet Tubman and Montgomery Hilliard, and that I am far older then I originally believed.

The FIP serum had given me eternal life, but I was already quite old by the time I took that injection in my ass….I had returned to the south to help rescue slaves and ended up forced to fight for the confederates in the Georgian Cavalry as a punishment for interfering during a slave auction……and this is where I encountered Edward, and this is where my life would change forever more. He would proudly show me off to the other southern slave owners and he would call me his little Yankee slave…….I was even forced to do very humiliating things as part of my sentence, basically it was submit to Edward and do as he ordered or find myself being strung up and I didn’t want to be hanged so it was simply do as I was told; this would include being forced to act as their butler, kiss their feet, sexually pleasure them, allow the soon to be Confederate President Jefferson Davis to put cigars out on my back and worse…….basically they broke me, and broke me hard and by the time the war was raging it was serve willingly right next to Edward so he could keep an eye on me.

Before my mind started to clear itself, I couldn’t remember why I had those scars on my back and why I simply looked up to Edward as father figure…..now I fully understand and I am fully aware of the reasons, he was grooming me, he had captured one of the abolitionists of the railroad and he was damned sure he was going to make me pay dearly. Killing me was to easy, he wanted to turn me into the exact person I hated and it didn’t take long…….I was wounded a few times in the war and unlike war nowadays, back than it was bad……I mean really brutal and that would help further my hatred of the Union as two lines charged each other and fought basically hand to hand, it was the last old fashioned war and the first modern war simultaneously, and it helped twist my mind.

I wasn’t innocent when it came to battle, I had rode with the Underground Railroad and I rode with the Highwaymen….I fought against the Union forces out west in my younger days and helped rescue natives and was nearly hanged a few times for my efforts, hell it would be a band of Apache warriors that would rescue me from the makeshift gallows I was dancing from as the hemp necktie was stealing my life…….(He then opens his shirt further to expose the rope burn scar around his neck) and for the life of me I could never remember where it came from. I used to tell my wife and kids that it happened in the war and leave it at that, I would just wear turtlenecks and collared shirts all the time.

Basically during the war I was simply groomed. I would become exactly what I hated and when Lee surrendered, well I was furious and refused to be reconstructed. My wife back home thought I was dead anyways since I had failed to return and I had begun a new life within Georgia….I would be told that my old family was dead and been killed by the Union for my bride was a Native American women and they simply killed them for being the family of a Confederate. Mind you this was something I was told and simply had to believe as it was better to believe that they were killed by the Union then having them give up on me. Edward would eventually show me news articles relating to my family and others that the Union had charged with treason and executed, by this point he was already deep in my head and had poisoned me with his lies so I would simply believe him……hindsight is 20/20 when it comes to Davis.

Long story short I would be one of the ones to help create the KKK during the reconstruction period, marry a southern bell and begin my life within Georgia…..after the war I would start working in Atlanta doing odd jobs here and there, Edward made sure to monitor the news I read and was exposed too and wouldn’t allow me to work in a field that allowed me to basically educate myself….so no sciences, religion, financial and so on, basically I would simply become a store clerk for the local general/feed store and eventually end up buying it from the old man before he died…..now something Edward didn’t take into count was the Confederates loosing the war and well the Federal Immortality Project of 1850. The serum flowed through my veins and the US War Department knew about it and lets just say one simply doesn’t retire from duty even back than.

I was still very much active and hadn’t been wounded to the point of discharge. I just served in an army that didn’t exist anymore and the US War Department was reaching out to the southern veterans of the Civil War to sign up with the Department for benefits and the like……it was all part of the reconstruction period and it would be my wife that would convince me to sign up. It would be that damned paper that I signed that would both rescue me and screw me, seeing I wasn’t disabled and FIP so I was considered AWOL even though I didn’t serve the Union……they would swoop in with the law and scoop me up in the middle of the night and well it would be back in uniform and off to fight in the Spanish American War and needless to say that didn’t go well for me, but I was reunited with many of the union officers and soldiers that I saw as brothers……being a confederate and twisted by Edward didn’t undo the bond I had with Montgomery, Charles, Reverdy, Maxwell, Wendell and others that I saw as brothers including Wilhuff.

It would be my time in that war and then the FIP screw job that I would be torn from my family yet again and thrust into action and over 60 years of forced military service. This would slowly undo some of the damage Edward caused and trust me…..back then I wasn’t the same person I was when I first met those men and we would have words and some busted up knuckles, shiners and bloody noses. Though this is were things kind of get fuzzy for me, my mind wants me to remember what happened, it really does, but I simply can’t remember and that is frustrating the hell out of me……my next semi clear memory is the second world war when I was with the 82nd Airborne and jumping into Germany to be part of the liberation force for France and I remember storming Paris and I remember clearly the pain from being shot numerous times as I fought to free Paris from the Nazi’s…..I remember wondering how someone could be so hateful, totally unaware that I had become that hateful after the civil war…….irony I know.

My next clear memory is being loaded onto a train in boxcar wearing a prisoner rags with a golden star on my chest and my lower left arm tattooed and the smell……oh the smell is something I care not to remember and something I will never forget. I was off to a prison camp and I figured I was dead on arrival as I heard that US servicemen and hell any servicemen that was sent to these camps was basically instantly executed…….though the star on my chest confused me a little, but than it dawned on me and I remembered I was Jewish; yup not the best time to have a moment of clarity but I was not ashamed of my upbringing and I was proud of it; my time in the various wars had undone some of Edward’s manipulations and brainwashing…..not all of it as I would eventually learn.

I am not sure how I survived the death camp……I went through hell and back, I saw what some of my friends were put through and it was seriously inhumane what was done to us. I would be beaten by Hess across my back, my legs and arms……I somehow survived being gassed, I’ll tell you what waking up and being loaded into a cart to be cremated is not something anyone ever forgets. I know I had to kill my captures and slip out of the there before I became Prussian Blue…..sorry I am working on ridding myself of the hate speech I was groomed to accept as normal.

Basically I hid within the death chambers side room and waited for a guard to come in to collect the clothing, I had already crawled out from under a pile of bodies wondering how the fuck I survived my last memory was chocking and coughing up blood and then I awake under a pile of bodies nude as the day I was born. That will stay with me till me final days and to anyone who lost someone or suffered through the Holocaust I am deeply sorry and I can sympathize….as I would learn later that my own son would die in that camp as I hid in a store room with my hands covered in Nazi blood.

I ended up hiding within the laundry and found myself being taken out of the camp and that’s where my life would change again as now I needed to find help and that would be easier said then done……I would end up killing the young Nazi bastard that discovered me, one quick throat strike and he was dead and that’s were the problems started for me as I was changing into his uniform….it would be big on me as I lost a lot of weight and as I was putting the boots on; suddenly there was a loud bang and I simply crumbled over and fell off the loading dock and straight into the open waste pit. Basically I had escaped execution by some happenstance and now I was going to die in a vat of human waste, I was shot, bleeding and now exposed to basically god knows what……I had been in the wild west, I had been in the civil war and I knew that infection was worse then dying from a bullet and basically that would be my fate or so I thought.

I would hide in that vat for a while, and eventually crawling out of the vat and somehow get to safety…..or so I thought, the guards where looking for an escaped prisoner and there was no way that I would be able to outrun nor hide from the guards for long…….I was going in and out of consciousness, I could feel death coming for me and suddenly gunfire…a lot of gunfire, followed by further pain and then the screeching of tires as I was grabbed and tossed into the backseat of a car.

It would be by the luck of the gods that a liberation force would find me by happenstance, rescue me, and nurse me back to health before returning me to the American military…….yet another shot of FIP drugs and back to the front. Though the young french women that helped save me would become part of my life later on after the war, as we would remain in contact for many years…..turns out she was an FIP nurse from the First World War and our paths would cross again many years later.

After that again most things become fuzzy, whatever control Edward had over me was fading but once I was stateside again the bastard would pay me a visit and begin warping my mind again…..he would tell me that my family was killed in a car accident and that my son had died in Auschwitz. I know I was in Korea and Vietnam, I know I was dragged out of the bush by Kissinger when our platoon was caught in an ambush and we got cut to ribbons……though that story is on the record seeing Kissinger talked about it before the UCAS Senate Armed Services Committee…..ya I was one of the soldiers he dragged out of a most certain death and trust me getting shot through the foot was only part of the problem.

I swore I was going to die right then and there, medics where keeping me alive with multiple injections of the FIP serum and then the crash landing…..yup my litter somehow slipped out of the chopper as we were landing at the MASH and I basically broke many bones and was partially impaled on a rock just praying for death; at that point if I could have broken my own neck I would I was in so much pain…….I don’t remember much after that. Though I can thank Dr. David Heath for saving my ass, and convincing me and command that I needed to go back stateside after a stint in Germany to well be rehabbed.

Remember that nurse I told you about earlier that saved my ass during WW2 well we did remain friendly and she was once again working as nurse and patching up the service boys in West Berlin……I am a widower at this point for the umpteenth time and it would be many months before I would be able to walk again, let alone leave the hospital. We would grow very close over this time and long story short we would wed before I was discharged from the hospital and from the military as I was to damned broken to serve on the lines again……..thank you Dr. Heath for that, I am as serious as a heart attack about that thank you.

Okay basically I am back in Georgia and I have my new bride by my side, I am totally busted and haunted by all the years of war, memories floating through my mind like ghosts of the past and for sometime I was basically unable to even face the world……my wife by my side nursing her broken husband, I mean I was bad off long hair, beard and the entire package. I am not sure why Laverne stayed with me but she did and she would be the last wife I ever had as I don’t think I could ever love again……not sure my heart can handle it. Edward would come back into my life again. Though his manipulations would be subtle and would take time to take hold again seeing I had been world traveled, I had been educated and basically was not as clueless as I was in my younger days.

Laverne and I would have a few children but my youngest is the only one to survive. Basically for many years I worked as a teacher for the local junior high….of course an FIP would teach history and back then being a teacher was basically an easy gig, put on a tie, show up, read from the text book, and give a damn. That’s all it took back then and in the deep south, well the standards where quite different and it wouldn’t be long before good old Orson would be back in the Klan. Basically Edwards draconic nature and gifts were in full force over my mind once again and lets just say in the beginning I didn’t even notice as I hid my Klan activity from my family and basically I hid it from them cause I was ashamed of it. I knew it was wrong and yet I couldn’t escape it, Edward told me Orson……we built this, and now you must accept what you created.

We would argue over that part often and yet I was trapped, he was in my head and he knew the trigger words to send me into what we now call a PTSD episode though back then it was simply a flashback……these would sometimes be real bad, I mean real bad…..one time Edward triggered me and I would end up killing a poor black family (more on that later). I didn’t know that I was suffering from PTSD and the VA was useless and basically called it VESS (Vietnam Era Stress Syndrome) and that wasn’t till the 80’s or 90’s before that it was simply called Shell Shock and waved away with a few magic pills and not talked about….ever!

Edward knew this and he knew that someone suffering “Shell Shock” was easy pickings for his draconic powers and seeing he already groomed me, well I was basically a victim in waiting…..and my life would eventually become his as he would cause a serious of events to happen that would ultimately change my life forever and not for the good. Now at the time I didn’t know that Edward had set this entire thing up and it would only be made clear to me a few months ago and after I had already walked away from Edward, The Sons, and the Klan. Edward and I would be down at the local watering hole enjoying a few drinks and a bite to eat simply catching up and rehashing the good old days. I knew that I couldn’t be out all that late as I had to work in the morning, though as we are enjoying are drinks and smoking a few cigars; the local sheriff would walk into the bar and straight up to me, I knew something was wrong by the look on his face and he asked me to step outside with him. So I followed him outside and he would begin to explain to me that my wife and children all but my youngest that was in college at the time………mind you I am a southern father and my adult children even though married with children all basically hung around the house and stayed in town; just for some context here.

Okay were was I……yes the Sherriff was about to tell me about my family being killed in a mass shooting down at the local school…yup the same school I worked for and they were at a good old carnival enjoying the cool southern evening, I understand the words cool and southern evening are an oxymoron. I was asked to work the event and turned it down, Though I was supposed to be there with my family but I got stuck late at the DMV and ran into Edward and he invited me out for drinks. A southern man doesn’t turn down an invitation without a good reason especially from an old friend, so I called Laverne and explained that I ran into an old friend and was heading out for a bite to eat and would meet up a little later and she should take the family down to the carnival without me……worst advice ever as it turns out.

At this point I mostly blacked out and was filling with emotion, the Sherriff would go onto tell me that a bunch of “N -Word” from Atlanta had come down to our good old little town and turned the carnival into a shooting gallery. I was destroyed when I was told that my wife, children, grandchildren everyone were gone………it would be known as the Madison Junior High Massacre and dozens would be left dead in the wake. As I am grieving and loosing my mind, the Sheriff simply states “Oh I wish we had some folks around town that could dispense proper justice to those “N-word”” and he looked at me and smiled…..here is were things get bad and I mean bad for me, enter Edward and my busted grieving brain.

I am not sure what he said or what he did, as I was lost in grief, I was fuming with anger, and I was partially intoxicated…….so it was the perfect storm for a dragon to enter my brain and flip the PTSD switch and send me off like a raging lunatic. Next thing I know I am covered in blood, holding my rifle, outside my wrecked truck and a bunch of dead bodies…..I am in pain and I am surrounded by the police, yup I was shot and yup I was going to jail for a long time……I was arrested for multiple murders in the second degree and spared the electric chair simply because I was grieving father suffering from a mental health episode again this was the deep south so racism was a normal thing.

In prison lets just say it wasn’t any better for me and I would be forced to basically join a gang or die….and they still used chain gangs back then. I would quickly fall in with the other Klan members and trust me the tattoo on my forearm didn’t make me well liked by the Aryan Brotherhood. I would simply go into survival mode and become just like Edward had groomed me to be. He had won and I was now simply his unwilling slave and eventually it just became normal…….I was doing a Quarter before I was eligible for parole, lets just say this much if it wasn’t for the second Civil War in 2020 I would still be prison as there would be no way they would ever parole me. I was basically running the Klan from within the prison and Edward was keeping those fires of hate burning, I received zero mental health treatment and basically the Monster I am known for was born.

Ordering murders, selling narcotics, waring with the Black Panthers and fending off the Aryan brotherhood that wanted to know why I had Jew Tattoo…..needless to say I couldn’t remember and they didn’t take that well; but something inside me hated those swastika wearing bastards. It was many decades behind bars before the guards came and got me and well the rest is basically history. I would put on the grey once again and be given a command commission within the Sons of the True Confederacy and after we won I was given command over Georgia as my reward and escaping Edward was useless as he had his hooks deep into me and I was nothing more then a shell of who I was.

I had forgone who I actually was, I had forgotten about my family, I was lost in the fog of brainwashing and mysticism that warped my mind, heart and soul…..Edward had won and I was simply the most feared and dangerous man in Georgia and throughout the south. My army of Klansmen where everywhere and well I was wealthy, powerful but miserable and haunted by the ghosts of my past. My dreams tormented me every night driving me to the brink of madness, when I was awake I was seeing the ghosts of the prison camp, seeing the ghosts in the jungle, I was tormented and living in hell…..my only escape was violence and the more I killed, the more I hated the quieter the ghosts would become, the more I drank and drugged the quieter they became…..but than at night in my bed it would start all over again…….I was trapped, I was in hell, am I giving myself an excuse to explain away all the atrocities I committed as the Grand Dragon of the KKK and the Regional General of Georgian Chapter of the SOTC……the simple answer is yes, but honestly it was easier to blame my past than accept what I had become.

It would be my old friend August Prichard……you know him as the VPOTUCAS or better known as the Buzzard that would help me initially. The Buzzard and I grew close during the Civil War and he remembered me from my days on the plains and the first Civil War. He saw the same torment inside me that plagued him, at this point he is still the Buzzard and not the man you know today…mind you he was changing and it would be Prichard that would save my life. He handed me a pill bottle and told me start taking one a day just before bed and you will eventually silence the ghosts and get your own head back as it doesn’t belong to you anymore. He swore me to never say shit to Davis about the pills and to give him a call when I needed more. He told me that he was FIP as well and had been through hell and back and would learn that his mind didn’t belong to him either…….he was being more subtle back than, but I can tell you this he said he was given these pills from a friend of his and it helped him regain the ownership of his mind.

It would be those pills that started to change me, slowly the ghosts silenced and eventually went away and I started seeing things a bit more clearly. That’s when I began using my station as Regional General to look into the events of my past, especially the Madison Massacre as it would be that event that would forever change my life……and I couldn’t believe what I was reading, I was in shock as I dug deeper into the events of that day. The lack of police reports, missing witness statements, redacted testimony and the like…..it was truly a web of deception and it was about to get a whole lot crazier when I would receive a visit from an old friend and fellow SOTC member Jack Bing.

Bing or better known as the Hound would simply provide me with countless documents, recordings, and varied evidence that showed that Edward had been grooming multiple people and using mind controlling magic and hypnotism to build his army of loyal drones that would kill and die for him. He told me that whatever pills that August stumbled onto had as well cleared his mind and it was working on many within the SOTC and to be careful when dealing with Edward as he was unaware of the pill’s side affect and would surly kill us all if he learned we had broken free from his grasp……through this research and Jack’s documents that I would learn that Edward was behind the massacre, sending me to prison to further manipulate and control me.

It would be just before Edward revealed his Final Solution, his Third Reich, his New Nazi movement to tear down the North American Alliance and install himself as the Furor…….I was seething with anger at this point, I remembered the death camp, I remembered the pain and suffering, I remembered all the long talks I had with Edward, and I remembered the old days and how every time I was told my family was killed……those words came from Edward directly or like the last time, he was there to swoop in and like a parent or grandparent he scooped my up and made everything better; well I started to put the pieces of the puzzle together and couldn’t take it anymore, I snapped and lost it on Edward in his office as he showed me his plans.

That’s when I attacked him, bloodied his nose, knocked a tooth out that lodged itself into my knuckle, I unleashed centuries of bent up frustration and rage onto my former boss as I was simply throttling him…….had the old man on the ground my knee in his chest and pummeling his face turning it into a mess of blood, broken bones and swelling. I engaged my cyber spur and went in for the kill…..not sure why I didn’t deploy that earlier honestly, and as my fist was crashing down on Edward I was shot in the ribs by one of his guards and that snapped me back to reality quick. I saw that Edwards calm down juice was busted and he was staring to shift……..ya by know we all knew he was a dragon and you bet my southern ass I was not sticking around to dance with a Great Western Dragon and multiple armed guards trying to kill me. So I crashed through the window and retreated from the south and straight to the Waterways Military Compound, the evidence I had needed to get to the US Elite and as well needed to get to the Sons of Liberty.

Now I know I skipped the part where Montgomery and the others kept me sane, well it started once I was given the pills from Prichard and it would be my fellow FIP brothers that would save my life, they are the reason I am alive today and with a clear head free of Edwards control and trying to put the pieces of my shattered life back together. I am trying to restore my honour and the man I used to be, the man I was before Edward and before the Klan, the man I was during the WW2 and the man I was when I married Laverne. I know that it will take time, and I know many won’t trust me for sometime as I have caused a lot of heartbreak and grief, I know that my pardon on the behalf of both Oliver and Lowell wont sit well with the folks whose lives I ruined during my time in the Klan.

I know that I am a dead man if I step foot anywhere in the South again besides Richmond, especially Arkansas, North Carolina, and Alabama as the Klan is rampant through those states……Hell they are everywhere and now not only am I hated by those I once persecuted but I am loathed by those that wear the hood and robes. As I said the Klan is everywhere and I need to stay vigilant or they will remove me, I need to stay paranoid or I am a dead man……and guess what I am headed off to war, this time by choice.

I turned in my old robes and basically everything I had left from my days in the Klan to President Townsend as a show of solidarity and also to show publicly that I am done with that life and have been for sometime. I had the tattoos I was forced to receive removed……and mind you for the life of me I couldn’t remember why I hated being forced to get tattooed again and with each one I felt a little piece of me die all over again. The only tattoos that remain on my body are the ones from my two times I was incarcerated, the one on my lower left arm curtesy of the Nazi’s and the one on my lower right wrist that I was forced to get when I was incarcerated for life at the Georgia State Pen…..they are a steady reminder of “Never Again”.

I turned in my stars for the very simply reason, I didn’t earn them…..They were handed to me for my loyalty to the SOTC, the Klan, and especially Edward for that reason alone I couldn’t wear them any longer and I knew Townsend was going to appoint me to be the Chairmen of the Joint Chiefs seeing it was my warning and my escape that saved all their collective asses and he knows I am a damned good tactile commander and general…..but to me it wasn’t earned and hence I gave it back. I have taken to a new battlefield to help an old friend that is the reason I am alive today. I have once again put on the rank he gave me and the uniform given to me for willingly and knowingly signing on the dotted line.

Why didn’t I just join the US Elite seeing I was simply part of the Southern Cross and basically if it wasn’t for me that division wouldn’t exist……well simple actually, the Klan is everywhere and the likelihood of them being in the US Elite is high and I really don’t want to get shanked in my sleep, or have to fend off some redneck racist punk that is trying to score points with the new Grand Wizard Everest Powell and Grand Dragon Jerry Haywood…..I tell you what I am not a coward, but I am also not a dumb man and there is only so many times I can kill a Klansmen inside the US Elite before I find myself in lockup facing the gallows for murder…..trust me they are not dumb and eventually they will simply frame my ass and I was nearly hanged to death once, that is a painful memory that I do not want to revisit.

The ADF is a good home for me, it’s a place for me to redeem myself and become one with the man I once was a long time ago. I know currently will have to deal with potential Klansmen from the CAS Army, US Elite, and UCAS Army but my CO understands the risks and knows that I am basically a marked man. So will I have to grow eyes in the back of my head…..A man with my past does garner enemies and if war and prison taught me anything it’s stay vigilant and stay paranoid and you will stay alive. I have a few tricks left up my sleeve and if I am going to be killed let it be in defense of freedom and liberty and not to a shank in-between my ribs.

I can tell you this much Mr. Boston, I am a changed man I have been given a second chance at life and I don’t intend to fuck that up. I am not the man I used to be……well that’s a grey area seeing my life is in patches and my memoires are returning, but I am not the man that Edward groomed. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss Laverne and I only wish I was there to witness Edwards final seconds on this planet…..am I glad he’s dead, yes he was far to dangerous to keep alive and honestly death is to good for that bastard and I only hope he is rotting in hell for his treachery. I have returned to my original faith, and it has helped me find solace with parts of my past and as well has allowed my to move forward and to be less of a schmuck. After the war I have plans to return to teaching, I always did enjoy the look on the kids faces when they discovered something new and for me it is a way to atone for all the evil I unleashed onto this world.

I am fluent in many of the native tongues, yes this did not make me popular in the south and I am a well educated man……again something that doesn’t make you all that popular especially when someone is trying to brainwash you. I have begun mental health treatment besides the magic little pills and found peace in the magic little mushrooms and plant, yes something that I used to partake in and once I became a Christian……suddenly I was morally opposed, ya that is another aspect that messed with my head. The churches in my region of the deep south didn’t speak out against the Klan, and I can tell you this many preachers would spew vile hatred from the pulpit all in the name of Jesus Christ…….for fucks sake, Christianity was the driving force that allowed the Klan to live and breath; racism and bigotry go hand in hand with religion. Now I am not saying all those who follow a religion are hateful or that religion itself is hateful, but from what I have scene it is a large driving factor.

Yes I am a Jewish Agnostic, that is a thing and it doesn’t make me less of a Jew but it does mean that I have scene the worst this world can throw at ya and there is nothing that anyone can say to me to convince me that a higher power actually exists…….save one literally showing up on the terra and saying “Hey Orson, I am a fucking God” and than poof doing something that is beyond explainable. If that happens I will accept that a god does exists, though I am highly skeptical that one does exist……though trust me in war their are no atheists and agnostics as we all pray to Jesus Fucking Christ once the bullets are flying over your head; trust me on that one, I have served with all types and the only time a Islamic, Buddhist, Jew, Catholic, and Atheist all scream out to Christ is when the enemy is gunning down your line and bombs are serenading you…..and then it’s simple the soldiers prayer.

Well Mr. Boston I need to cut this short as I have to report to my post, it’s been good talking to you and thank you again for allowing me to tell my story for I am not the monster I once was and I am deeply sorry for all the horrors I have unleashed and I owe everything to the FIP that saved my life. So please say a little prayer for all those that have fallen and for all those that are still fighting and even when the war is over for them they will continue to keep fighting……..Captain Orson White Out.

Well that was a bit long but I figured it needed to be transcribed, Orson White seems to be a changed man and by the emotion in his voice we can tell that he was at least being sincere……well we hope, but he has been given a clean slate and he is now one of the most hated men in America so basically if he wasn’t being honest why would he call out the Klan like that and basically put a bullseye on his chest before going to war. Seems like he needed to get a few things off his chest before going to war incase he gets killed in the line of duty, though here is another FIP that has willingly walked into another war….and one that simply could have accepted the Joint Chiefs job and stayed safe in Richmond.

I guess it shows that Orson is a man of integrity, and one that is truly sorry for the actions of his past. He did state that he is not making excuses for his actions, and claims responsibility for the horrors he committed, he understands that was manipulated and had his mind twisted…..but he also knows that he did unrepairable damage to countless in the process. Well lets hope this chapter in Mar’s like is a better one and he doesn’t fall victim once more and simply return to his evil ways, but in this reporters opinion from hearing the interview…..I believe him, one can’t fake that level of emotion, it was raw and at points I was tearing up and as well feeling his anger and one thing we do know about Mars is he is no actor…..a great speaker yes, actor nope, with him it’s what you see is what you get.