[Heromux[ The Salara Incident

The Salara Incident
Flashback of Yankee Conneticut and Flashforward to Kilroy.
Location:	Salara Island, the South Pacific and New York City
Date:	May 1, 1951 and April 3rd 2015
Emitter:	Kilroy Capital Conneticut
Players:
NPCs:	Yankee Conneticut
Groups:
Tone:	Gritty
Rating:	Public

May 1, 1951. Yankee Connecticut, AKA the Economy, was at his wits end. So far, between pulling every connection he could, along with his wife, Rosie the Riveter, they had managed to stall the bombing of Salara Island near Bikini Atoll six times. But each time, the Army grew more and more determined to bomb there.
"I'm sorry Economy, I know most don't know how much good you did during the war but-"
"Look, I know a lot of people can say this General, but if it hadn't been for me the-"
The General raised his hand and nodded, "Look. This is a Senator Sneasel thing. There are certain other senators, people on the HUAC committee with certain lists...and they're both looking at the Minority position...Sneasel is on the Armed Services Committee. And besides, we have to one up the commies. Surely YOU can understand that!"
"I understand the communist threat more than you can imagine, but there are people on that island, sentient people."
"We've checked the island five times. No one there."
"They're Magic."
"Yeah I get that but I need hard proof."
"You have, literally, the entire earth to choose from, WHY does it have to be this Island?"
"I'm sorry Economy, that's just the way it is."

April 3 2015 Offices Near UN
"And so you see Mr. Kilroy..." the leader of the Genoshan Liberation Front,"For a modest investment of $20 million, you can fund our attempt to-"
"Defeat the Imperator with conventional weaponry...on a flying island? Even ignoring the tactical absurdities of your ideas, I am morally opposed to funding a civil war in a foreign nation. I was never a citizen of Genosha and-"
"You served on the Cabinet!"
"And I regret that. Genosha had and has a lot of potential, but it has caused me a world of hurt and so long as Genosha has that....Mad Man...in charge of it, I'll have nothing to do with it."
"But, the conditions in the camps! They are desperate."
"I hardly believe the British are going to let anyone starve."
"No, they get by. Barely, but the schools are a joke, and no one has any work. Can't you just-"
Kilroy held up his hand and sighed. "Look. I know about the conditions in those camps. I'll help, but only non violent aid. Lobbying to help get you some place better. School supplies. Some comforts. NOTHING military?"
Eclor shrugged and leaned back, smiling. "We'll take what we can get Mr. Conneticut, thank you very much."

May 2, 1951. Flying into the nuclear blast zone was, of course, insane but he he could not leave Rosey the Riveter in there alone. Rosey Conneticut. He'd never get used to that, as he smiled,knowing the bastards wouldn't dare det-
The scarlet blast was unbelievable. If he hadn't been knocked into the water, hundreds of feet down he would have died in the immediate shock. He blacked out.
No one could tell you what radiation poisoning was like. It was just...illness. An illness beyond imagining, toxic reordering at a genetic level. He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He kept throwing up, but managed to cling to a piece of bamboo that had been cleared from the main blast. He could sense Rosey's coin, and slowly magiced the wood toward it, but he wasn't sure how long it would be before the radiation poison had killed him.
There was a shelter! She had finished it. Coughing, he trundled out of the water, falling down a couple of times, and saw the door. It was, of course, insane, to try and open the door with the radiation poison here, but the Spirit People would be able to shield themselves from it, and he was screwed any way. Turning the wheel lock to the door, he stepped inside to the light.
Instantly, he felt the poison cleared from his body. She'd done it! They were alive.
"Where....where is Rosey?"
The silence of the Elders spoke volumes.
Yankee Conneticut was done with the United States Government. Forever.

Kilroy walked away from Central Park, he was deep in thought. He had promised Jack he would follow the money and find out who was behind this. They had no idea who they were dealing with. Just then, people pointed as they looked up and a pair of giant sentinels approached. Kilroy was about to attack but he was in his civilian guise. Still, he could probably short them out with a well placed Penny. He considered it several moments when one of them said, "Kilroy Capital Conneticut. Known Genoshan Citizen and Sympathizer. Wanted."
"Excuse me? I'm not a known citizen of Genosha. I have no criminal record and you have no right to-"
There was a stun beam and suddenly Kilroy was knocked out cold and stuffed up in their little metal gunny sack. People shrugged, and went their merry way.

July 1, 1951. "Yes Ambassador. I'm quite sure I want to renounce my citizenship. Aside from some...questionable practices the IRS is starting to engage in with expatriots, I find the behavior of the US army at-"
"That information is classified and you have been asked not to speak of it."
Yankee leaned forward and signed the document, "I'm not a US Citizen any more and I'll damn well do as I like. And mark my words, you'll come to regret what you did to my wife! Watch for it!"