UPDATE! A really cool one too, if I do say so myself 
The reference game answer was Colonel Sawyer from World in Conflict.
Location Unknown, October 16th, 1938
Lord Haulsee watched the Japanese bombers soaring high in the sky. The planes released their bombs, bouncing upward slightly as the weight vanished. He watched as the warheads slammed into the ground in occupied Hong Kong, sending flashes of gold and red flame raging skyward. Here and there streams of tracer rounds probed skywards as the Chinese tried to defend themselves from the aerial onslaught. The British Fulmar carrier-based fighter aircraft from Admiral Tovey's Force B escorting the Japanese bombers began strafing passes on the AA positions.
There was one problem: Haulsee was not in Hong Kong.
"Computer, casualty listing." He said aloud.
"Of course, Mr. President." A young female voice responded.
"And stop calling me that." Haulsee murmured.
"Unknown Command."
"Casualties?"
"Republic of China: 1467 soldiers injured, 233 dead, 155 MIA. League:3 Fulmar aircraft MIA. Pilots presumed dead."
"Interesting." Haulsee mused. He began to pace. On the television screen in front of him, the drone's recording of Hong Kong continued to play. Haulsee paid it no mind. He had already watched it once. The room he was in was covered with panels with flashing lights and buttons, with a good mix of levers thrown in. The floor was a shining, perfectly arrayed network of metal plates, with several swivel chairs with attached controls mounted on the arms. A gauge labeled "xLightSpeed" was on one wall.
Haulsee looked around. This "room" contained everything he fought for, all the reasons he had forged the League. All his memories. This wasn't about Hitler's Nazi Germany, it wasn't about Stalin's Soviet Union, it wasn't about China or France or Italy or any of them.
"America." Haulsee hissed. He had been there when the bomb went off in Chicago. He had been there for Richmond, for Seattle. He had watched the USA and the New Confederacy tear America apart. He had walked a long road from that day he had watched Charleston - the city his wife and daughter were in - consumed in nuclear fire. He had eventually become the President of the NCSA.
"And a lot of good that did me."
"Unknown Command"
"Shut up."
"Unknown Command"
Haulsee snarled something obscene at his computer. He then took one final look around the ship that had become his refuge over the last decade of local time while he spun his webs.
"Delenda est America," he murmured. "America must be destroyed. For the good of the world."
The man born in the year 1995 stepped out of the hatch from a ship built in 2039 into the world of 1938, his mission reaffirmed.
The reference game answer was Colonel Sawyer from World in Conflict.
Location Unknown, October 16th, 1938
Lord Haulsee watched the Japanese bombers soaring high in the sky. The planes released their bombs, bouncing upward slightly as the weight vanished. He watched as the warheads slammed into the ground in occupied Hong Kong, sending flashes of gold and red flame raging skyward. Here and there streams of tracer rounds probed skywards as the Chinese tried to defend themselves from the aerial onslaught. The British Fulmar carrier-based fighter aircraft from Admiral Tovey's Force B escorting the Japanese bombers began strafing passes on the AA positions.
There was one problem: Haulsee was not in Hong Kong.
"Computer, casualty listing." He said aloud.
"Of course, Mr. President." A young female voice responded.
"And stop calling me that." Haulsee murmured.
"Unknown Command."
"Casualties?"
"Republic of China: 1467 soldiers injured, 233 dead, 155 MIA. League:3 Fulmar aircraft MIA. Pilots presumed dead."
"Interesting." Haulsee mused. He began to pace. On the television screen in front of him, the drone's recording of Hong Kong continued to play. Haulsee paid it no mind. He had already watched it once. The room he was in was covered with panels with flashing lights and buttons, with a good mix of levers thrown in. The floor was a shining, perfectly arrayed network of metal plates, with several swivel chairs with attached controls mounted on the arms. A gauge labeled "xLightSpeed" was on one wall.
Haulsee looked around. This "room" contained everything he fought for, all the reasons he had forged the League. All his memories. This wasn't about Hitler's Nazi Germany, it wasn't about Stalin's Soviet Union, it wasn't about China or France or Italy or any of them.
"America." Haulsee hissed. He had been there when the bomb went off in Chicago. He had been there for Richmond, for Seattle. He had watched the USA and the New Confederacy tear America apart. He had walked a long road from that day he had watched Charleston - the city his wife and daughter were in - consumed in nuclear fire. He had eventually become the President of the NCSA.
"And a lot of good that did me."
"Unknown Command"
"Shut up."
"Unknown Command"
Haulsee snarled something obscene at his computer. He then took one final look around the ship that had become his refuge over the last decade of local time while he spun his webs.
"Delenda est America," he murmured. "America must be destroyed. For the good of the world."
The man born in the year 1995 stepped out of the hatch from a ship built in 2039 into the world of 1938, his mission reaffirmed.
