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The group from the cattle cars was free.


They ran around the city, grabbing matches from the dollar store and torching telephone poles, helping themselves to the food in the grocery stores and the protective gear in the Army suplus stores, throwing stones through windows, upending trash cans and ripping the garbage bags open, opening fire hydrants, turning over tables in restaurants, knocking down shelves in stores and libraries, setting piles of books and clothes and chairs and tables aflame in the streets, flooding toilets, helping themselves to the knives in the kitchen department at IKEA.


Fifty of them got on a bus and robbed the occupants, and forced the driver to drive them out of town.


Four of them went around grabbing NTs and throwing them into the canal.


Many of them held bloody knives and forks, one had a pistol from the Army Surplus store. Many of them were wearing bullet-proof vests from that store, combat boots handy for kicking random male NTs.


A church was on fire. A nearby high school was blown up with over a thousand staff and students inside it. It was a nightmare.


Strapples felt bad. He was destroying people's comfort. He hated it when people made him uncomfortable. He wanted to do something.

(OOC: Speedy, you're lucky that Gamester didn't leave yet.....)

Gamester sighed, "OH I knew that you weren't human," he said, "I figured you were something like what I am to the host body that I inhabit, wheras I'm a millenia old being with limited rage powers, mostly I use the power of nature, you are indwelled with the dark powers of rage, I don't remember when I Gamis Tiron was alive if there were any rage users, if there were any I didn't associate with them, however i know that only two people had the access to the rage power, Merlin and Morgana Lefay, so I'm guessing that you are the spirit of Morgram leFay, her son who she gave the power of the Seven rages to, in principle they control each other making it impossible for any side to take over the other six's attempts to kill the host."

Gamester then got a far off look as if he was getting a report, then he looked back to Speedy.

"There was a group of people on a train, somewhere out in New York, I think," said Gamester, "I just intercepted a psi-transmission from a New York to Seattle command post asking for help, as of now you are officially battle commissioned, Specialist General Speedy, Head Battlefield Commander, you are hereby ordered to go to New York, locate this group of Autistics that escaped off the train, round them up and bring them back here, the 4th Armed Division is at your command and the Emerald Dragon, a P812 transport is yours, you will be escorted by the 2nd Hawk division, and we have three subs from the Iraqi division already enroute, I would go, but my orders are go to Multan camp and retrieve the routemaster group and mop up any NT's there."

With that they both saluted, Speedy roared into his microphone and immediatly everything was moving fast.

Soon enough the two groups lifted off and then went their seperate ways.

TheAPERSON chose to go with Speedy. "Don't make me fail this," said Speedy. "The fate of the world is in our hands."

"I won't," repiled TheAPERSON.

"You'd better not." Speedy replied.

Soon, Speedy, TheAPERSON and the second hawk division arrived in New York. They set off into the P812 transport and set off to find the autistics.

Meanwhile...

On board the lead ship, Stellar, Gamis stood looking at the readouts, "This base would be impossible to penetrate if I had sent Speedy," he mused.

One of the techs looked at Gamester and laughed, "From the power levels the kid was giving off, he could of taken out this base,"

Gamis nodded, "But with no backup?" he said, "I doubt it."

Gamester got on the call line, "All forward machine gunners," he said, "Switch all your guns to full manual, and make sure your bullets are all M85, the shielding is energy shielding around the base, but I figure with M85 bullets, we should make a dent."

A tech came in, "Sir," said the tech, "Sci deck reports that the Iso Cannon is green."

Gamester smiled, the Stellar's main weapon, an Isolinear Dm5 cannon, with particle array firing capability was the only reason the ship was called stellar, because it was indisputable.

"Good," said Gamis, "Have the ship shut down everything except the cloak and engines, and have the Remorseless and Heartless take position above us."

"Understood sir," said the Tech, "You're good for three firings, before heat sig can be recognized."

"Understood," said Gamester, then patching the com again, "This is Gamester, "Remorseless and Heartless, move yourselves to the upper atmosphere, as soon as the second energy blast is fired, you have permission to start firing your cannons, do not use the Rad Cannons, seeing as how we don't want to kill anyone.....yet."

The Two ships complied.

"Fire," said Gamester, "NOW!"

The first shot hit straight into the energy shielding, and managed a dent, but it was a dent, "Second shot," said Gamester.

The second shot blew out a section of the wall and collapsed that area of shielding, but backups and redundancies came online on other sections, reinforcing them.

In the base's command center, the Warden was shouting orders, the first shot had gotten his attention, the second shot had pissed him off.

"What in the name of Davy Jone's locker!" he roared, "What hit us?"

A tech came in, "Sir," he said, "scans report it was an Isolinear frequency blast."

"English please," said the Warden.

"High End energy gun," said the tech, going over the reports, "Designed to find the shields weak spots, and then target."

Suddenly another shot blasted, causing several lights to flicker.

"Sir," said another tech rushing in, "That shot was fired at the town, "Three Power transformers are destroyed, back up generators are online though."

"Prison sections?" asked the Warden.

"Still active," said a tech, "Guards have been alerted and are switching over to Level 1 alert, all guns and troops are on stand by."

"Sir," said a monitoring tech, "Incoming message."

"Sir," said another tech, "Enemy fire."

"Play the message dammit," said the Warden, "And get me readings,"

"This is High Lord Gamis Tiron of the Autistic National Defense League," said Gamester, he had masked the ships location and so all the Warden saw was black around me.

"Gamester," said the Warden and spat, "You arrogant idiot, you joined with them?"

"You have captured many innocents and are holding them in conditions that are likened to that of the Germans and the way they treated the Jews," said Gamis, "Release your prisoners now and I will let my forces be lenient on your forces, you will not be tortured before you die, instead you will die."

The Warden gulped, but didn't waver, "Stand down Gamester," he said, "You don't have the fire power."

"Uh sir," said a tech, "The walls are crumbling, hard."

"You will know by this point," said Gamis, "That your losing sections of the wall, I have at my disposal a lot of arsenal, and should you manage to mount a defense, it won't last long."

Gamester smiled, a cold even smile, "Have a nice day."

"Sir," said another tech, "Guard towers are opening fire randomly, but no signs of the enemy."

"Let them," said the Warden, "Activate the pulse gun, we can find him that way."

"Sir," said the tech, looking at skematics, "What do we want offline? If there are more then one ship, we could be a lot more at risk if three more ships appear because of the cloak blast, and happen to have enough power to........"

"Yes," said the Warden, "I know, I know."

The warden looked at the building designs, as evil as he was, he wasn't going to take anything offline without looking at every possible angle, lifesupport stayed as critical, there were a lot of sick people in the hospital unit, and he wasn't about to kill half the town at the main hospital because of three fried stations.

"Take weapons and backup weapons systems offline for the duration of the pulse," said the Warden, "We fire one shot, find the ship, then send a capture team, if its a small ship."

"Sir," said the tech, "you read the reports about the last camp that Gamester was at?"

"Three helicopters and a few troops," said the warden, "Smaller prison, more of a concentration camp, minus the killer showers."

"Right," said the tech, as he spoke into the microphone, "Weapon is being activated and raised above main part of base, should take five minutes to align, and while that his happening, power is being rerouted."

On the Stellar, alarms were going off, "Sir," said a tech at a monitor station, "Apparently they have a Pulse cannon."

Gamis smiled, this was perfect, "All shielding switch to pulse 3," he ordered, "See that Heartless and Remorseless back off three kilometers and hold til they fire."

The Stellar was a one of a kind ship, with only 8 capital ships in the Autistic National Defense League, and 3 small combat ships, they couldn't afford to lose a ship, with the exception of the Transport craft, they could steal those. But the Stellar was designed for more outer space work, and as such other terrain work. Originally the eleven ships had belonged to NASA, but had been stolen when Gamester allied with the league, he'd also destroyed NASA as a testament to his power, and as a warning. The Stellar had enough weaponry to single handedly blow up a planet, but wasn't used for that, it was a weapons ship, and it was the only ship of the three that wasn't a troop transport, Heartless and Remorseless had weaponry, but scaled back, they were troop carriers, with two bays for the helicopters that had buzzed the camp, mostly black hawks, and a few X10 modified VOTL craft as well. The Stellar had one landing bay, with 20 black hawks, specially designed, mainly for hit and run on the fast guerrilla warfare, they were part of the Black Ops elite force that Gamester was commander of.

"Sir," said the tech, "They're firing."

"Shields take the energy and then return fire with the plasma cannon," said Gamis, "one round only."

The blast hit, showed the ship for a few seconds before the shields reactivated, then the plasma cannon fired.

In the control center, the gun went back down, power still being diverted til it was back down, but it blew up when the plasma volley struck.

"Sir," said the tech, monitoring the gun, "Plasma cannon fire, they're shields absorbed the shot."

"Crap," said the Warden, "Displace all the towns energy except for the hospital and channel it here, shields to full.....if we have any left."

"We can take ten more hits if they use the plasma cannon," said the tech, "But if they use regular machine guns, we can hold while we call in for a tank platoon."

"Phone lines were part of the first three lines that went down," said another tech, "All lines out of the base are down, internet and wireless is down as well, we have base frequencies open, should I give word to launch a buzz squad?"

"No," said the Warden grimacing, "All troops to prison sections, move the shielding inwards towards the control center and prison sections, the outer defenses are useless, but we can hold off, hopefully someone has a sattelite in orbit."

"Sir," said a tech as other monitors flared and went out because of the redundancies, "We have incoming tanks and helicopters, and what looks to be a troop transport."

"Damnit," said the Warden as he got on the speaker.

"THIS IS THE WARDEN," said the Loudspeaker, "WE ARE MINUTES FROM INVASION BY FREEDOM FIGHTERS, REINFORCEMENTS ARE NOT ON THEIR WAY, BUT HOPEFULLY WE MIGHT GET SOMETHING, ALL PRISON SECTION COMMANDOS, DEFEND THIS BASE, MAKE SURE THAT THEY PAY FOR THEIR INSOLENCE!"

Back up on The Stellar, a drop ship, a tank platoon and a platoon of helicopters dropped out of the backside, in the troop ship, Gamis ordered his men to armor up. The armored division he had brought was the most battle ready the League had, and his own personal army as well, recruits who'd he'd befriended throughout the years. He had his sword and shield, he wasn't using energy power, doing it the mortal way.

"MEN," he said, "FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS AND FOR FREEDOM!"


Now. back to Speedy.

The P812 transport was on it's way to the place where the autistics were held.

When they arrived they found loads of soldiers defending them.

"We're outnumbered!" TheAPERSON cried.

"Never say that!" said Speedy, and then Speedy multiplied until there was enough Speedys to fight the army, along with TheAPERSON and the 2nd Hawk Division.

A huge battle ensured. All the Speedys were engaging the opposition and defeating it with ease. TheAPERSON however was struggling with a particular soldier. He was taking a right beating. Then suddenly the soldier was thrown out of the way and a Speedy stood behind the soldier.

"Thanks, but there's still more to go" TheAPERSON said.

"Hang back" said the Speedy. "There's enough of me to finish them."

(I'm not quite sure of the situation of the Routemaster group here )
Cheerlessleader grabbed her mobile phone again, and texted "someone please send the Russian Mafia back over here" to the group of about 150. (The Russian Mafia is on our side.)

As the battle in new York raged on, TheAPERSON noticed that the number of Speedy duplicates was dropping, and that the original, close by, was feeling weak. He went over to him

"Are you alright?"

"I can only replicate and sustain for so long. I need to regenerate my strength. The rage is fading. Get me out of here, and give the Hawks attack pattern Delta. I need something..."

As he said this, the glow was gone from Speedy's eyes. The dominant force present in him a moment ago was gone,

"What is going on? Why am I in new York?"

"You went all ragey on us, and started kicking butt left right and centre"

"The rage? Oooooh. That can not be a good thing. I have not been Rage for a long time, he is dangerous. he may be the only way to end all of this destruction, but still, he is nuts, man"

"What should we do?"

"Apparantly we need Rage back, which contradicts my philosophy on the solution to this whole conflict, but I must sacrifice myself to become him again. here is a list of things that induce the rage. Find them, and he shall return."

(Cheerlessleader.......Gamester's got the routemaster group under control)

The group marched in, the few brave soldiers on the wall firing pot shots, but getting blasted by the helicopter squadron. The group stood off a little ways as the tanks fired at the wall, then as they walked in, Gamis noticed a side door, and shrugged, oh well, easier this way.

In the control tower, soldiers were mounting defenses, three turret guns were placed at the windows, and a dozen snipers climbed up out on to the roof.

"Report!" said the Warden, polishing his sword and running a hand over his shut gun, "I'd like to hear some good news."

"Nothing yet," said a tech, "They just breached the wall, a platoon of tanks is covering them, and a squadron of helicopters is covering the tanks."

There was a zip plink and three snipers fell down, another zip plink and all three turret gunners died, the guns still ready.

"Sir," said a tech, "Advise you move away from the windows, they have snipers."

The warden gave one of his 'Oh isn't that obvious looks,' but obliged anyway. Using a security cam, they watched Gamester's men move in.

"They're using swords?" said a surprised warden, "Is he trying to be funny?"

"That's his Elite Group," said a tech, "A battle hardened group that prefers swords over guns, if they need fire support that's what the snipers, tanks, and helicopters are for."

"Breach in the southern wall," said a tech, "Breach in the southern wall."

"What?" said a suprised Warden, "A two prong attack?"

"Not by League sir," said a tech, "It's the Russian Mafia, and Gamester and his men are cheering."

Down below, we watched as a small platoon of troops, three tanks and four helicopters came on to the scene, orders were given and immediately my elites and the mafia's soliders ran in to get the prisoners.

(Yes Cheerless, I'd figured you'd like the russian maifia in here somehow)

A small contingent of Mafia paratroopers dropped in, their commander signaling towards the control tower, to which I nodded. They came with grappling hooks and firing lines, so we managed to get looks up there. By this time, they were all cowering in the tower, so they made no fuss as we came in. no shots were fired, but I had plans.

"I see there is a Recording Camera in here," I said to the Warden, who had guns pointed at him, "We are going to use you sir, as an example."

I motioned for switches to be pulled and wires to be set up, someone had found a portable generator, for which the techs and Warden all looked pissed, they could of called in for help, but no one remembered that every level had one.

Soon the camera was rolling.

"Greetings," I said, "I am Lord Gamis Tiron, Specialist Commander of the Autistic National Defense League, as you all know, a Concentration camp was hit earlier this week and prisoners freed, as was a transport train, and its prisoners freed. This message is to the general populace and to the President of The United States, you have twenty four hours to hereby close down all prisons and camps, close down all facilities and as such surrender yourself and your families, the same goes for all commanders and wardens of these camps, since this is a general worldwide broadcast, the same goes for all you leaders, you have 24 hours, if you do not comply, the full force of the ANDL will be used against you, including her allies, many rogue terrorist groups, which have allied to me. To the Mexican President, since you have remained neutral in this, you will be targeted by the ANDL for not doing anything, should you choose a side, your punishment will be determined later. Understand this, we will be making an example of the warden of this prison as well as the people who work here. We are not criminals, we are people fighting for the right, also, videos of the supposed "Humane treatment," that Autistics were to receive here for treatment will be shown as well, if you have family members here, hope for your sake that they will not come after you for revenge."

By this time, the prisoners had been freed, and the guards rounded up and executed, via another camera. all with their heads cut off. The warden was put before the camera, sniveling, as his head was cut off, the same for all the techs.

"I am Gamester," I said as I ended the tape, "I am here to free the oppressed."

Soon enough, duplicates were made in the lab, and sent out in the mail and whatnot.

"Now," said Gamester, "We sit back and watch what happens."

Seeing the situation of the battle in New York, TheAPERSON radioed Gamester. After several tries of getting through to him, TheAPERSON told Gamester that Speedy was having trouble trying to get everything going.

"Everything is sorted where I am, " said Gamester. "I have duplicated the tape that will save the autistics. You go and free the autistics in New York."

TheAPERSON went to do just that.

"Don't worry about me!" shouted Speedy. "I'll be fine!"

"You sure?"

"Yes, now go!"

But when TheAPERSON found the autistics he was in for a horrible surprise.

(Thanks, Gamester. I included the Russian Mafia into this story because some guy I know always claimed to be the head of it, so I thought it would be an interesting contribution.)

(No problem Cheerless, besides, I know someone who knows one of the greek mafia.)

Gamester thought about it for a bit, decided that going to help Speedy was a good idea, back on the Stellar, he sat in the captains chair drinking tea and watching reports coming in, suddenly a com beeped.

"Sir," said a tech, "It's the Aperson."

"Put him on," said Gamester, "and go to battle readyness speed."

"Aye sir," said the tech.

"What's the situation Sargent?" asked Gamis. Aperson hadn't completed training, but at the same time, giving Aperson the rank of Sargent was about the same as giving him command of a platoon, and Gamis needed everything he could get.

"I've found what appears to be the remains of the Autistics that escaped elsewhere." said Aperson.

"By elsewhere," said Gamester, "I take it you mean the group that I freed from the train?"

"Yes," said The Aperson, "Apparently they split up, just found a whole bunch of dead bodies somewhere out near Chesapeake bay."

"That's New York territory," said Gamester, "Stand by where you are, and if you have any soldiers with you, stay in hiding, I'm on my way to assist Speedy."

"Aye sir," said The Aperson.

"Engine room," said Gamis, "Get us to New York, stat, all ground combat teams on Remorseless, and Heartless, prepare to suit up, New York is going to be decimated, I want all stores cleaned out, that includes, book, clothing, food, electronics, you name it, New York is going to be the first to be purged."

One of the techs looked at me, "Sir," he said, "What about the 24 hour window?"

"I haven't killed the president yet," said Gamis, "That's for the lives of people who run this country, that doesn't apply for the civilians and civil servants though."



Up and down the interior and exterior of the country, the videos of the mass execution were being played on every news channel, local police stations were stepping up patrols, citizens were locking down their places and staying inside, in Vermont, twenty men rampaged through the city calling themselves the Autistic Liberation Movment, a team of Hell's Angels stopped the men and killed them, found them to be a bunch of Neo Nazi wannabe's and had that organization purged from the state, in Kentucky, several farmers were killed by townspeople because they were anti social, three hours later, the towns people who had killed the farmers all died at the hand of black suited gunmen, with a note on the doors, that said, "We are The Ghosts, let this be a lesson that what you did was a dumb idea." Everywhere was chaos, except for New York.

At the white house, special ops agents could be seen everywhere, the roof was littered with men with assault rifles, ground to air guns, you name it. On the ground, three tanks sat on the white house lawn, and a calvary division marched through the streets.

These reports all filtered into The Stellar and made Gamester smile.

TheAPERSON came upon a compound where the autistics lived. It was housed inside a historic-looking abandoned hospital. The front door wasn't even closed. Apparently, when the doctors, the guards, and anyone else working inside were fleeing the captured city, they didn't even bother to lock the door. TheAPERSON walked through the lobby, which looked unusually inviting, especially compared what was inside. He then found himself in a near-empty storage room. A few bottles of anti-anxiety medications were sitting on broken shelves. "Those must be for the doctors and the guards; they'd never care about the autistics," he mumbled. He took the bottles and left.

TheASPERSON climbed the steep staircase to the next floor up, where he found himself next to the operating room. There were numerous dead people lying on operating tables, with many disfigured beyond recognition. As he was walking out of the room, he radioed Speedy to let him know what he saw. "I knew it!", Speedy yelled, "I knew they [the people running the hospital] were going to use autistics for experiments. We will get the word out to the media; the horrors will noted and remembered. And good job on getting the medications. Now we won't have to buy them from prescription drug companies." Before I go, "Tell Gamester to find an empty city bus, get some food and water from a grocery store, and drive it over to the hospital building. We need to get the autistics out of here", TheASPERSON said. "Will do, over and out", Speedy replied.

TheASPERSON climbed up another flight of stairs; this time, he found himself in a long hallway of prison cells, or what used to be patients' rooms. Each room was retrofitted with a heavy steel door, a concrete slab for a bed, and a "discipline machine", a horrific-looking device used to restrain autistics. Most of the autistics were listlessly lying on the concrete slabs, some were pounding on the doors, and others were running around the doors repeating random phrases. Everybody was wearing some kind of monitoring device on their wrists. Apparently, the captors left the autistics inside when they abandoned the hospital.

"Are you the only ones?" TheASPERSON asked. "Three more floors up", one autistic woman responded. "My name is TheASPERSON; I am here to get you out of this place", he announced. "My friends Speedy and Gamester will bring you food and water, and they will drive you out of here." Half of the people started jumping and cheering, while others continued lying listlessly on the slabs. To keep everybody calm, TheASPERSON passed out the anti-anxiety medication he found in the storage room, and proceeded to cut through all the locks. It took him a long time at first, although as he got more and more people out, some of the higher-functioning autistics helped him break through the locked doors.

on board the Stellar, Gamester got the message, and sent out a squadron to get needed supplies, and get some buses. He also sent a camera crew to document these things. They'd go live five minutes after the videos were made.

The President still hadn't responded, he still had 20 hours to respond, as did the world leaders.

(OOC: Speedy, or someone else, besides me, be the president..........please? I don't do world leaders, not my style, besides, I think any one of you being them, would work better, because if I do it, I play it off as if they're afraid of me from the start..........consider the warden....that's the only one I'll do............Thanks)

Speedy could feel the rage returning, the energy drinks TheAPERSON retrieved for him were working. He sought out the Stellar, and made aggressive strides towards Gamester

"I have a plan"

"Go on Speedy"

"No, the vessel may look like Speedy, the cargo is Rage. I can end all of this, faster than you can imagine. The hatred towards diversity if pulsating through my body. Anyone who feels they are better than anyone else is in for a rough ride. Just give me a chance..."

That moment, the monitor flashed up the American President,

"Gamis Tiron, we need to talk. Your heavy handed tactics will not stop our utopian future. The human race will have to be perfect in order to survive, and unfortunately, that does not include any of you or your terrorists. That's right, terrorists. Anarchists, traitors, rebels, whatever you are calling yourselves, you are in the way of the future"

As Gamis was about to reply, he noticed that Speedy had gone. This did not bode well for the world. A once trusted and useful ally, Speedy was now a ticking time bomb, and time was pressing on...

"Gamester, we have to do something about Speedy!" shouted TheAPERSON.

The President was still continuing his evil laugh when suddenly, Anubis appeared.

"Anubis, what are you doing here?" asked TheAPERSON.

"There's only one way to end this," said Anubis. "We have to kill Speedy!"

"I am not killing Speedy," said Gamis, "He's way to useful to kill, besides, he's the pawn that I had planned on having kill the president."

Gamester laughed, his quasi evil nature always had people wondering.

"Rage, Speedy, or whatever his name is, was the perfect pawn," said Gamester, "When the Autistics first started being rounded up, we knew that as a whole, this disaster, though I perfer to call it a purging would not stop til someone with enough guts to do what they had to do stepped in. Speedy boy stepped in. He was created by Morgana and Merlin as the ultimate weapon, besides Morgan, Morgana's son."

Gamester turned to adress the president.

"A perfect utopia?" Gamester laughed, "You sound like Johnson in the 60's, of course I convinced him that utopia was a good idea then, people on drugs would bring about idiots and able to control the masses."

Gamester laughed.

"I have been the one who has made humanity what it has been since the flood," he said, "I have shaped certain events so that they happen period. My first act was with President Lincoln, I made sure he was shot, because if he had lived, the Civil war would of started right up again, his death was a necessity. Kennedy was too much of a drunk idiot and womanizer to give a damn about the civil rights era or Vietnam, so he had to die to, those two are just the best examples of what I am capable of, I am utterly evil, far more then Speedy is, speedy/Rage doesn't know the meaning of evil. Neither did Hitler, and he had some brilliant ideas."

"So Mr. President," laughed Gamis, "You will die and then Speedy will kill all the world leaders as well, with the USA's president down, the other leaders deaths won't be so bad, they will understand that we terrorists mean business, and as such that their deaths are the only way that freedom for all can come about, without the pain of torture, imprisonment or death."