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Proclamation of the Director of the United Prefectural Directorate

To be distributed and broadcasted across all Prefectures by the Informational Bureau of the Secretariat:

"Fellow Citizens of the United Prefectural Directorate, brothers and sisters by the grace of our gods and by the inexhaustible fervor of our administration and its steadfast and courageous army, I speak to you today not as the Director of our illustrious and powerful nation, but as a fellow Citizen and brother to you all. In the span of four years and then some, we have forged a nation that our ancestors can look up with admiration, a nation that will far outlast our lifetimes. By your hands have we built an enduring legacy that our children and our children's children may undeniably bask in and reside without the fear and pain that was a constant presence in our own lives. All that I have worked for, what you have worked for, has been a nation that could impose order upon the chaos of the wasteland, an order where our people can be free to enjoy the fruits of our labor, where our children can see the seasons pass and grow without fear of constant danger. Yet, our toil has not been without sacrifice, how could it? All things require sacrifice, a price that must be paid, and the price of our work has been an undeniable and iron grip upon the rights and liberty of our people. To that end, I, Director John Riddleshaw, am announcing as my final act as leader of the United Prefectural Directorate the first direct elections for the position of Director and the reorganization and democratization of the national government."

Morehead City Prefecture, District Three, North Carolina, United Prefectural Directorate

"What the h*ll is he thinking?""That's the problem, I'm not sure he's thinking.", to which Victoria sighed and took another drag of her cigarette, impatiently blowing out another cloud of smoke to join the nascent cloud system which had been brewing since she first got the proclamation. "Sam, what are we going to do?""Officially? Nothing. Unofficially, StratCom is in unanimous agreement, we need to hold the fort down and put forward our own candidate when the time comes.". Victoria's eyebrows furrowed and her scowl deepened further, trying to hide it behind another drag of her cigarette. "That's the game plan? Wait and see?""We can't do that until we find a candidate, for which you are best suited for.". Victoria frowned in confusion, before her eyes widened. "Sam, we can't put her up for this.""Why not? She's his daughter, she has a good military record and she is still one of us, right?". Victoria leaned back in her chair and sighed. "I am not sure she is ready for politics.""Jesus, Vic, she won't be thrown into the deep end, StratCom won't just let her survive or die on her own, not in the Capital.". Victoria rubbed her eyes. "Alright, I'll talk to her, lay the groundwork, but I need time.""We all do, John f*cked everyone's plans with this stunt. Get it done and I doubt she'll forget her friends when she's in charge.". Victoria waited until she heard the click of a cut connection before putting the phone down and sighing.

Sam had certainly gotten a lot more into politics and the way he was talking about one of her subordinates like a Securitate handler told her enough of his change while in the Capital. She paused, before grunting in amusement and turning to the silent observer in the room, asking bluntly, "Well, Cathy, think you can take the old man's shoes?". Commander Catherine Riddleshaw stood up from her seat and walked over to stare out the window into the smoggy sky of Morehead City, quietly saying, "I never expected it, really. To do so otherwise would reek of nepotism and entitlement. But I have been called,", turning to look at Victoria, "And I will answer it. There is much to be done.". Victoria nodded, mentally noting the moment when she decided to back a contender for the throne.

New-Confederate States wrote:

Poor Secretary and his couple of guards had little chance but to comply and raise their hands: "I am not a slaver, I am serving as a diplomatic emissary from the holders of the lands to the north. If you need to search us or else, we won't have problems to cooperate."

They are quickly searched after which they are taken to a border outpost and are informed that this whole imminent goverment this Commonwealth of Alabama is merely part of a larger country spanning from the ends of Alabama to the coasts of Georgia to as far south as Miami, Florida this goverment is known as the New American Republic. The captial of this large republic is far to the south in Jacksonville and thus it would be a relativly large travel to the captial to complete his mission properly.

Gravelton wrote:

The Director and the Emissariat/Securitate Section rode upon horses and made their way south with good time due to the road network of the UPD. When they finally crossed the border in Georgia, they began to consult maps for the fastest way south if there were no guides to help them along in their journey.

After arriving at the borders they see a military outpost and out of it comes a small squad of solders with holstered pistols and rifles clearly aware and expecting the arrival. The seeming Commander of this squad of solders speaks "Greetings your excellency. I am Lieutenant George Lincoln of the New American Army, 3rd Company of the Dixion Sharpshooters I along with my squad have been assigned to help guide you during your trip through our Republic." He says while giving a salute.

FreeAmericanStates wrote:

After arriving at the borders they see a military outpost and out of it comes a small squad of solders with holstered pistols and rifles clearly aware and expecting the arrival. The seeming Commander of this squad of solders speaks "Greetings your excellency. I am Lieutenant George Lincoln of the New American Army, 3rd Company of the Dixion Sharpshooters I along with my squad have been assigned to help guide you during your trip through our Republic." He says while giving a salute.

The Director huffed and said, "I would rather you not bother with fancy titles like that, Lieutenant. I am just a Director, nothing more, nothing less. Let's get on with this then, I am not as young as I used to be and this saddle is ruining me."

Gravelton wrote:

The Director huffed and said, "I would rather you not bother with fancy titles like that, Lieutenant. I am just a Director, nothing more, nothing less. Let's get on with this then, I am not as young as I used to be and this saddle is ruining me."

The Lieutenant stopped saluting "My apologizes sir I was merely intending to treat you with respect. Also yes lets." He along with his squad proceeds to guide you to Jacksonville.

Fires of Industry IV
With the foundries in Jackson and Adrian finally online, Ivan was finally ready to undertake the most ambitious project of his post-war corporation to date - the repairing of the Brembo Brakes foundry outside of Jackson. Ivan had fond... well, not-so-fond, memories of working there as a young teen fresh out of high school. It was where he had discovered his ambition and talent for business. When Brembo went belly-up like most European automotive companies in Europe in the wake of the Resource Wars, Ivan had bought the factory (and the rights to the brand name) and kept it in business, expanding and renovating the foundry to accommodate more and different kinds of steel products.

Those renovations would come in handy now that the were about to repair it. The factory was in halfway decent condition despite the centuries, albeit featuring a few collapsed roofs and rusted-out machines. Many of the plants on the machining side would need to be completely rebuilt. On the bright side, though, it could have been worse. The biggest labor force yet seen was recruited from nearby Maharlika to work alongside the engineers that would be directing them.

Once this foundry was done... then the Sovereign Corporation could move on to the real manufacturing. For now, ammunition for the rifles would have to do.
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Small Factory in Toledo set to Small Arms Ammunition.
Large Factory in Jackson, MI being repaired. Completion on RL Apr. 25
-5 Concrete, -6 steel.

FreeAmericanStates wrote:

The Lieutenant stopped saluting "My apologizes sir I was merely intending to treat you with respect. Also yes lets." He along with his squad proceeds to guide you to Jacksonville.

The Director hummed as they entered Jacksonville, before simply stating, "Certainly something then."

Fires of Industry I, pt. 3
The opening of a foundry right there in Adrian had brought almost instant prosperity to the Durlings. Overnight, scrap prices tripled as that foundry alongside the one in the Jackson sucked up scrap like hungry tornadoes. While they weren't struggling to meet the demand - yet - they were on the verge of being caught flat-footed in being able to meet the demand. That would change, however, once the Brembo foundry had been repaired - then they would be short.

Operations would have to be expanded if they wanted to keep up with the demand, so the Matriarch pulled together their new-found profits and began making plans to expand their operations. South Bend, Michigan City, Niles, and Kalamazoo were all still fairly untouched sources of scrap, and the Matriarch spent quite a bit of time negotiating with the local polities for the opportunities to open up salvage yards there. The Fire Keepers of K'Zoo, in particular, were reluctant to let the Durlings touch the ruins, but after some haggling reluctantly allowed them access to the ruins with the express provision that they would not be allowed to harm the habitats of creatures within.

With permits in hand, the Durlings proceeded with their expansion plans.
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Michigan City, South Bend, Niles, and Kalamazoo being upgraded to Level II salvage yards. Completion on RL Apr. 15
-24 scrap, -4 steel.

Gravelton wrote:

The Director hummed as they entered Jacksonville, before simply stating, "Certainly something then."

Upon entering Jacksonville its clearly a city that while damaged by the war has actively been rebuilt into becoming a sprawling hub of growth as the city is seeming to be booming with growth and activity. After they arrive at the capital building of the Republic which has decorated solders guarding it in suits and the flag of the Republic flying above it.