Liberty Fighters
07-06-2007, 21:57
== Liberty City, Liberty Island – The capital region of the former Federation of Liberty Fighters – Earth ==
"General" Lynch stood, his hands held loosely behind his back, as he looked out his window and over the vista that lay before him. The view was one of his favorites, there were few he enjoyed more. From his office he looked out over the very center of the city. What he could see were the remains of the once great "Liberty Plaza". The lush and green park had been the focal point of all the former Federation's buildings. The housing of the Senate, the Tribunal buildings, and the old Executive mansion were arranged around the green park in the very heart of Liberty City. But when the people rose up against the Federation, and dictatorial rule of High Chancellor and Marshall Will O'Connor, and his nepotist regime, those notable buildings were the first targets of the mob's rage. The view, consisting mostly of the rubble and ruin of the former government, was his favorite because it served as a constant reminder of the past, and the future that was very possible if things didn't carry on as they had been as of late.
Aaron Lynch, although holding the nearly 2-week-old title of General, was really only a Colonel, and he wore the uniform to show it; complete with his plainly visible sidearm sitting in the tactical thigh holster. He wasn't seen anywhere without it. He was a middle aged man, his file read his age at 42. However, at first glance he looked at least a decade older. His short, military regulation haircut was not enough to hide the substantial spreading of gray hair. His worn and leathered face betrayed not only long exposure to the harshness of many different combat environments, but long exposure to many different political environments. He had weathered stressors of all breeds.
The terminal on his desk behind him abruptly began to speak to him.
"General" it said in an even tone, but ending almost as if it were a question.
Aaron turned his head to the side to speak to the open intercom receptor.
"Yes Captain." He responded, his voice staying truly neutral, although his visage betrayed his annoyance at what he knew was coming.
"Lieutenant Nugent says you're being asked for again." Now the voice was discernibly female.
This was not what Aaron had been anticipating. He turned around completely and faced the flat console on one side of his desk.
"Tell him I'll be there when I can." Lynch's steel blue eyes looked to the side for a moment, he was contemplating something to come. "Was there anything else?" He asked, not changing his glance."
"Yes sir, Minister Dillon is here to see you." The female added.
This, or something similar was evidently the visit Lynch was not looking forward to. He exhaled heavily and turned toward the door. "Send him in Captain."
Lynch had barely finished his sentence when a handsome and professional appearing man entered through the dark oak door that stood opposite Aaron's desk. The man was an inch or two taller than the General's 6 foot even stature, but the minister had about 20 lbs on his superior, and not in muscle. Dudley Dillon was the new Foreign Minister, and made sure that fact was clear from every one of his actions. Like Lynch's side arm, Dillon was hardly ever spotted not wearing a sharp and expensive looking business suit; under which he carried his own side arm. Movement within the capital region was still not completely safe for the heads of the new emerging government.
The minister put on his most photogenic smile and extended his hand, the other clutching an expensive looking leather folder-keeper. "Thank you for seeing me General." He said, the sincerity in his voice as authentic as his smile.
“Take a seat Minister.” Lynch said, pointing to one of the two overstuffed dark leather chairs that were arrayed in front of his equally dark oak desk. It was clear that it was much less of a request, and much more of an order; moreover Lynch flat out ignored Dillon’s outstretched hand
Aaron quickly wiped the screens of both flat panel consoles on his desk as he too took a seat, making sure all lose papers on his desk were covered and that nothing could be read from where the Minister sat. For a man who was supposed to be a trusted and appointed advisor on Foreign affairs, Lynch was treating him more like a foreign espionage artist.
“Please excuse my being so abrupt, but you know very well how busy we all are, so let’s get down to it.” Lynch did not even look up from his desk as he retrieved one of the files from the middle of a stack on his left hand side. As he did so, Dillon opened his leather file holder and began to speak.
“Of course General, I had a few ideas about those communiqués you wanted…” Before he could finish his sentence, Lynch interjected flatly, and clearly disregarding anything the minister had to say.
“I’ve already finished them. Get these to your people and I want them sent out within the hour.” For the first time he raised his view from his desk as he handed over the file, which the Minister grabbed with shock. “I’d like a copy of the final transmissions as well.” He said, not even attempting to mask the implications of his statement.
Dillon was a mixture of surprised and appalled. He was a very proud man and prided himself in his diplomatic abilities. The new concept of some military ‘dictator’ doing everything himself, and being so brash with his cabinet of ministers was not good for the new and still fragile Confederacy.
“Very well sir.” Dillon bit his tongue and forced a smile.
“Captain McKenna can show you the way out.” Was all Lynch said as he activated a console and began to access a string of files.
Dillon did so and left the office. With in a few minutes the door opened again, but this time there was no knock or intercom page from Captain McKenna, Lynch’s adjutant. The man who entered the office wore a similar uniform to Lynch’s, and his collar bore the insignia of Lieutenant Colonel. The man was Ronan McNamara, and had been Lynch’s XO in the Liberty Brigade, he now served in a similar capacity, and was the only man who could freely enter the office as he had just done so.
“Aaron. Your top diplomat was right steamed when I ran into him on the lift just now. Did you tell him you’d been shtupping his wife?” A wry smile crossed the man’s face as he seated himself in the other leather chair. He stood a good 4 inches shorter than Aaron, but was of the same weight. Anyone who saw him would think twice about every trying to go through him, his figure was a strong and solid one, and it had served him well.
Lynch barely let out a chuckle at the joke. But it had its intended effect. He looked up from the console he’d been poured over and leaned back in his chair, looking into the eyes of his red headed and long time friend of years passed.
“I’m not going to lie Ro, I’m not all ice about this. For all we know they couldn’t care less about what we’re trying to do. Times have changed.” Lynch’s tone was very different from the one he’d used with Dillon and his adjutant, it actually betrayed personality behind his words.
“Aaron, brother, listen. We were some of their strongest alliest, maybe not in brute force, but in loyalty. Those things aren’t forgotten. If they come, and they will,” McNamara paused for a second, to add emphasis to his words before continuing “it’ll be plain for them to see what we’ve done. The ‘Tigers’ have done well, and our hard work will pay off. The people believe in us Aaron, and that’s more than that O’Connor villain could every say.”
McNamara’s words convinced Lynch not only because they came from his most trusted friend and subordinate, but also because they bore the truth. It was true that when the people had plunged themselves into chaos after the fall of the Federation, it had finally been the mysterious group calling themselves “Liberty’s Tigers”, later to be known just as ”Tigers” who had been able to bring stability throughout the capital island, and the colonies as well. By establishing strong local and regional governments out of the fractured groups of armed civilians throughout the many provinces of the colonies of the former Federation, the “Tigers” had been able to follow up with the promises of stability, safety, social welfare, and most importantly liberty that they had been denied under the vicious rule of High Marshall and Chancellor William O’Connor.
Aaron had been there from the beginning. It was his ability to be loyal to his superiors, and his outstanding prowess as a soldier not only in conventional combat, but special operations and tactics that had led to his being appointed the Commander of the Federations most feared and revered special operations unit. When the collapse occurred, Aaron kept his men intact. They had fought for each other so long, it hadn’t been hard to disregard their loyalty to a fallen and corrupt regime. Remaining in place, they fortified their central bases around the colonies and on Liberty Island and stayed put. They fended for themselves, as so many factions that arose came to do.
However that all changed when he was contacted by a group whom had held positions in the former regime. Mainly all of the initial “Tigers” had been mid level officials under the Federation. Not directly responsible for all the crimes against their own people, but high enough to know what went wrong, and where to correct those flaws. Around two years following the complete collapse of the government, the “Tigers” arose and began to do their work. Support grew quickly, and stability soon followed. Within another two years a provisional Confederate form of government had been established under the guiding of the “Tigers” and was set into motion.
When an ultimate leader was needed, then Colonel Lynch was chosen by the “Tiger” party to be that man. As the stability was still fragile, Martial law was imposed to ensure the stability was able to continue. Colonel Lynch was placed in command of the Federation’s former armed forces, now under “Tiger” control, and given the new title of “General”.
Reluctantly accepting the role, Lynch set about vigorously ensuring the government go to it’s feet. Under Lynch the first joint session of the Council of Governors, and the National Assembly occurred, all the while the people waited to see if prosperity continued. The upturn of the economy was a good sign, and soon the “Tiger” party held a firm majority support throughout the new Confederacy. Through all the violence, danger, and dark days that had resulted from the Federation’s collapse, Aaron now stood at the front of his new nation, and new what the next step must be.
And so he now had given the orders, to his barely trustworthy Foreign Minister, to send Diplomatic Communiqués to the two nations who had been, at one time, his people’s strongest allies. All he could do now was wait, and push his people forward and pray the prosperity under his watch continued. The Interim-Premier’s job was never done.
OOC: Guess that’s a big ol’ tag to Elara and Adejaani!
"General" Lynch stood, his hands held loosely behind his back, as he looked out his window and over the vista that lay before him. The view was one of his favorites, there were few he enjoyed more. From his office he looked out over the very center of the city. What he could see were the remains of the once great "Liberty Plaza". The lush and green park had been the focal point of all the former Federation's buildings. The housing of the Senate, the Tribunal buildings, and the old Executive mansion were arranged around the green park in the very heart of Liberty City. But when the people rose up against the Federation, and dictatorial rule of High Chancellor and Marshall Will O'Connor, and his nepotist regime, those notable buildings were the first targets of the mob's rage. The view, consisting mostly of the rubble and ruin of the former government, was his favorite because it served as a constant reminder of the past, and the future that was very possible if things didn't carry on as they had been as of late.
Aaron Lynch, although holding the nearly 2-week-old title of General, was really only a Colonel, and he wore the uniform to show it; complete with his plainly visible sidearm sitting in the tactical thigh holster. He wasn't seen anywhere without it. He was a middle aged man, his file read his age at 42. However, at first glance he looked at least a decade older. His short, military regulation haircut was not enough to hide the substantial spreading of gray hair. His worn and leathered face betrayed not only long exposure to the harshness of many different combat environments, but long exposure to many different political environments. He had weathered stressors of all breeds.
The terminal on his desk behind him abruptly began to speak to him.
"General" it said in an even tone, but ending almost as if it were a question.
Aaron turned his head to the side to speak to the open intercom receptor.
"Yes Captain." He responded, his voice staying truly neutral, although his visage betrayed his annoyance at what he knew was coming.
"Lieutenant Nugent says you're being asked for again." Now the voice was discernibly female.
This was not what Aaron had been anticipating. He turned around completely and faced the flat console on one side of his desk.
"Tell him I'll be there when I can." Lynch's steel blue eyes looked to the side for a moment, he was contemplating something to come. "Was there anything else?" He asked, not changing his glance."
"Yes sir, Minister Dillon is here to see you." The female added.
This, or something similar was evidently the visit Lynch was not looking forward to. He exhaled heavily and turned toward the door. "Send him in Captain."
Lynch had barely finished his sentence when a handsome and professional appearing man entered through the dark oak door that stood opposite Aaron's desk. The man was an inch or two taller than the General's 6 foot even stature, but the minister had about 20 lbs on his superior, and not in muscle. Dudley Dillon was the new Foreign Minister, and made sure that fact was clear from every one of his actions. Like Lynch's side arm, Dillon was hardly ever spotted not wearing a sharp and expensive looking business suit; under which he carried his own side arm. Movement within the capital region was still not completely safe for the heads of the new emerging government.
The minister put on his most photogenic smile and extended his hand, the other clutching an expensive looking leather folder-keeper. "Thank you for seeing me General." He said, the sincerity in his voice as authentic as his smile.
“Take a seat Minister.” Lynch said, pointing to one of the two overstuffed dark leather chairs that were arrayed in front of his equally dark oak desk. It was clear that it was much less of a request, and much more of an order; moreover Lynch flat out ignored Dillon’s outstretched hand
Aaron quickly wiped the screens of both flat panel consoles on his desk as he too took a seat, making sure all lose papers on his desk were covered and that nothing could be read from where the Minister sat. For a man who was supposed to be a trusted and appointed advisor on Foreign affairs, Lynch was treating him more like a foreign espionage artist.
“Please excuse my being so abrupt, but you know very well how busy we all are, so let’s get down to it.” Lynch did not even look up from his desk as he retrieved one of the files from the middle of a stack on his left hand side. As he did so, Dillon opened his leather file holder and began to speak.
“Of course General, I had a few ideas about those communiqués you wanted…” Before he could finish his sentence, Lynch interjected flatly, and clearly disregarding anything the minister had to say.
“I’ve already finished them. Get these to your people and I want them sent out within the hour.” For the first time he raised his view from his desk as he handed over the file, which the Minister grabbed with shock. “I’d like a copy of the final transmissions as well.” He said, not even attempting to mask the implications of his statement.
Dillon was a mixture of surprised and appalled. He was a very proud man and prided himself in his diplomatic abilities. The new concept of some military ‘dictator’ doing everything himself, and being so brash with his cabinet of ministers was not good for the new and still fragile Confederacy.
“Very well sir.” Dillon bit his tongue and forced a smile.
“Captain McKenna can show you the way out.” Was all Lynch said as he activated a console and began to access a string of files.
Dillon did so and left the office. With in a few minutes the door opened again, but this time there was no knock or intercom page from Captain McKenna, Lynch’s adjutant. The man who entered the office wore a similar uniform to Lynch’s, and his collar bore the insignia of Lieutenant Colonel. The man was Ronan McNamara, and had been Lynch’s XO in the Liberty Brigade, he now served in a similar capacity, and was the only man who could freely enter the office as he had just done so.
“Aaron. Your top diplomat was right steamed when I ran into him on the lift just now. Did you tell him you’d been shtupping his wife?” A wry smile crossed the man’s face as he seated himself in the other leather chair. He stood a good 4 inches shorter than Aaron, but was of the same weight. Anyone who saw him would think twice about every trying to go through him, his figure was a strong and solid one, and it had served him well.
Lynch barely let out a chuckle at the joke. But it had its intended effect. He looked up from the console he’d been poured over and leaned back in his chair, looking into the eyes of his red headed and long time friend of years passed.
“I’m not going to lie Ro, I’m not all ice about this. For all we know they couldn’t care less about what we’re trying to do. Times have changed.” Lynch’s tone was very different from the one he’d used with Dillon and his adjutant, it actually betrayed personality behind his words.
“Aaron, brother, listen. We were some of their strongest alliest, maybe not in brute force, but in loyalty. Those things aren’t forgotten. If they come, and they will,” McNamara paused for a second, to add emphasis to his words before continuing “it’ll be plain for them to see what we’ve done. The ‘Tigers’ have done well, and our hard work will pay off. The people believe in us Aaron, and that’s more than that O’Connor villain could every say.”
McNamara’s words convinced Lynch not only because they came from his most trusted friend and subordinate, but also because they bore the truth. It was true that when the people had plunged themselves into chaos after the fall of the Federation, it had finally been the mysterious group calling themselves “Liberty’s Tigers”, later to be known just as ”Tigers” who had been able to bring stability throughout the capital island, and the colonies as well. By establishing strong local and regional governments out of the fractured groups of armed civilians throughout the many provinces of the colonies of the former Federation, the “Tigers” had been able to follow up with the promises of stability, safety, social welfare, and most importantly liberty that they had been denied under the vicious rule of High Marshall and Chancellor William O’Connor.
Aaron had been there from the beginning. It was his ability to be loyal to his superiors, and his outstanding prowess as a soldier not only in conventional combat, but special operations and tactics that had led to his being appointed the Commander of the Federations most feared and revered special operations unit. When the collapse occurred, Aaron kept his men intact. They had fought for each other so long, it hadn’t been hard to disregard their loyalty to a fallen and corrupt regime. Remaining in place, they fortified their central bases around the colonies and on Liberty Island and stayed put. They fended for themselves, as so many factions that arose came to do.
However that all changed when he was contacted by a group whom had held positions in the former regime. Mainly all of the initial “Tigers” had been mid level officials under the Federation. Not directly responsible for all the crimes against their own people, but high enough to know what went wrong, and where to correct those flaws. Around two years following the complete collapse of the government, the “Tigers” arose and began to do their work. Support grew quickly, and stability soon followed. Within another two years a provisional Confederate form of government had been established under the guiding of the “Tigers” and was set into motion.
When an ultimate leader was needed, then Colonel Lynch was chosen by the “Tiger” party to be that man. As the stability was still fragile, Martial law was imposed to ensure the stability was able to continue. Colonel Lynch was placed in command of the Federation’s former armed forces, now under “Tiger” control, and given the new title of “General”.
Reluctantly accepting the role, Lynch set about vigorously ensuring the government go to it’s feet. Under Lynch the first joint session of the Council of Governors, and the National Assembly occurred, all the while the people waited to see if prosperity continued. The upturn of the economy was a good sign, and soon the “Tiger” party held a firm majority support throughout the new Confederacy. Through all the violence, danger, and dark days that had resulted from the Federation’s collapse, Aaron now stood at the front of his new nation, and new what the next step must be.
And so he now had given the orders, to his barely trustworthy Foreign Minister, to send Diplomatic Communiqués to the two nations who had been, at one time, his people’s strongest allies. All he could do now was wait, and push his people forward and pray the prosperity under his watch continued. The Interim-Premier’s job was never done.
OOC: Guess that’s a big ol’ tag to Elara and Adejaani!