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[DanielD93]

The year is 2073, Daniel sits outside an old cabin in the woods, keeping watch. Inside he can hear his friends using an old fashioned printing press to slowly print bibles. He thought back to how it got this bad. It all started with an Anti-Hate Speech treaty signed at the UN in 2031. After that no one could really preach the gospel. But as long as we met in small exclusive groups it didn't interfere. Than another Anti-Hate Speech treaty was signed, this time it restricted print. Soon they had internet police, and all of the bible publishers were shut down. After the founding of the Congress of Nations, or the CoN, in 2047 things only got worse. Crosses were banned from display because they might offend people.
In 2056 the United States was dissolved and all the states had to answer to the CoN. It isn't uncommon for the National Internet Police Force, or NIPF, to hack into web cams to spy on suspected Christians, or "haters".

 

[TrueImpossibility]

((Sounds fun. Do you have a plot in mind? Do you have an OOC for this or do you want out of game comments left on here? Do you have bio for your character and do you want bios for other characters?))

 

[DanielD93]

((Sounds fun. Do you have a plot in mind? Do you have an OOC for this or do you want out of game comments left on here? Do you have bio for your character and do you want bios for other characters?))

I was thinking that we would develop the characters as we went. The idea is that they are still trying to spread the gospel, while it is being suppressed world wide.

 

[DanielD93]

Well, I guess we will do profiles.

Daniel Ericson

Age:19
Hair: Dirty Blonde-Light Brown
Height: 6'
Background: Born in Charlottesville, Virginia. Grew up son of a small business owner.

 

[Kharak]

Escort Carrier UNS Everest
Somewhere in the Atlantic . . .

A lone Sukhoi jet slowly rose off into the sky on the vessel's launch ramp as dawn broke; it's blue wings still in contrast with the orange field of its patrol. This was the first of many such routines today, though nothing out of the ordinary as the ship made full use of its complement every hour. Last night's jets would be gently and vertically landing on the small carrier's surface in any moment. Nearly a hundred and fifty years after the Battle of Midway and the principles and superiority of a boat decked with airplanes remained a constant.

The captain pondered how envious the Americans would be then of his beautiful Su-50 strike craft and their legendary endurance. Quite unlike the nearly sleek fighters, however, captain Udo Topp was actually a bit heavyset and looking everyone his years a dedicated captain. Veteran to decades of service for several ships, his command over the Everest and her modest escorts would soon close. The sunrise he saw might very well be the last in the nearly serene lifetime the Everest had inhereted since its meritious performance in Sierra Leone so many years ago.

Yet, as a captain, Udo always had that little wince of respect for the unexpected. So as it had been before, so the wireless message came before that sunrise and the printed orders were there for his seasoned purple eyes to read in the salty air.

UNITED NATIONS NAVY COMMAND
CLASSIFIED 2002-4859 DOCUMENT
24 NOVEMBER 2073 ADMIRAL OTTO KRETSCHMER
THE UNS EVEREST IS TO MOVE INTO GRID 27R IN ATLANTIC TO PROVIDE CLOSE AIR SUPPORT FOR PRIORITY STRIKES AGAINST HIGH VALUE TARGETS IN MAINE TO ELIMINATE ACTIVE TERRORIST CELLS IN TANDEM WITH INTERNAL POLICE FORCES. THIS ORDER IS EFFECTIVE FOR TASK FORCE EVEREST IMMEDIATELY.

Udo nearly smiled at the chance for one final mission with his men as he reached underneath his coat, lit a match and let the orders burn as was standard practice. His men would have little problem with a few recon sorties and airstrikes demanded by the commandos on the ground, and Udo had more than a few bones to pick with the troublesome successionists that had been plaguing the northern United States since 2012. As a wry grin marked his face, he remembered the particular loadout for the Su-50 already en route to Maine.

What Udo did not know was that Lieutenant Watanabe was about to get shot down by a very lucky SAM . . .

 

[Partiasn]

Escort Carrier UNS Everest
Somewhere in the Atlantic . . .

A lone Sukhoi jet slowly rose off into the sky on the vessel's launch ramp as dawn broke; it's blue wings still in contrast with the orange field of its patrol. This was the first of many such routines today, though nothing out of the ordinary as the ship made full use of its complement every hour. Last night's jets would be gently and vertically landing on the small carrier's surface in any moment. Nearly a hundred and fifty years after the Battle of Midway and the principles and superiority of a boat decked with airplanes remained a constant.

The captain pondered how envious the Americans would be then of his beautiful Su-50 strike craft and their legendary endurance. Quite unlike the nearly sleek fighters, however, captain Udo Topp was actually a bit heavyset and looking everyone his years a dedicated captain. Veteran to decades of service for several ships, his command over the Everest and her modest escorts would soon close. The sunrise he saw might very well be the last in the nearly serene lifetime the Everest had inhereted since its meritious performance in Sierra Leone so many years ago.

Yet, as a captain, Udo always had that little wince of respect for the unexpected. So as it had been before, so the wireless message came before that sunrise and the printed orders were there for his seasoned purple eyes to read in the salty air.

UNITED NATIONS NAVY COMMAND
CLASSIFIED 2002-4859 DOCUMENT
24 NOVEMBER 2073 ADMIRAL OTTO KRETSCHMER
THE UNS EVEREST IS TO MOVE INTO GRID 27R IN ATLANTIC TO PROVIDE CLOSE AIR SUPPORT FOR PRIORITY STRIKES AGAINST HIGH VALUE TARGETS IN MAINE TO ELIMINATE ACTIVE TERRORIST CELLS IN TANDEM WITH INTERNAL POLICE FORCES. THIS ORDER IS EFFECTIVE FOR TASK FORCE EVEREST IMMEDIATELY.

Udo nearly smiled at the chance for one final mission with his men as he reached underneath his coat, lit a match and let the orders burn as was standard practice. His men would have little problem with a few recon sorties and airstrikes demanded by the commandos on the ground, and Udo had more than a few bones to pick with the troublesome successionists that had been plaguing the northern United States since 2012. As a wry grin marked his face, he remembered the particular loadout for the Su-50 already en route to Maine.

What Udo did not know was that Lieutenant Watanabe was about to get shot down by a very lucky SAM . . .

I have talked with a few Russians, I will assure you that are not enemys of Americans in the current era. In fact I would bet there are MORE Russian Christians than American, and probably will be during the tribulation.

Unfortunately the stereo types of the 1980's cold war tend to be what people think of.

If you want to be I would bet more on the US Marine Core as persecutors of Christians then the Spetsnaz