“ Hostile broadcast picked up. - ISAC”
Propaganda Broadcasts are hostile Encounter missions in Tom Clancy's The Division 2. In order to spread their message around to neutral communities, hostile factions hijack loudspeaker systems to attempt to spread their messages, hoping to lure citizens in communities to joining them.
Hostile Messages[]
While a Propaganda Broadcast is ongoing and uninterrupted, Division agents can hear various messages play and echo while they are nearby:
- Anti-Division messages
- Hyenas outright threaten Division agents in their messages and declare them as oppressors, viewing them as authority figures in a non-authoritarian world.
- Outcasts directly blame the Division as part of the reason why they suffered in Roosevelt Island.
- True Sons use physiological war against the Division, attempting to spur fear against the Division by exposing ISAC as an unknown technology to the general population.
- Their beliefs or ideals
- Hyenas spread the message that tomorrow is not guaranteed so people should join them so they can have all the fun today.
- True Sons say that they are strong and united and have the power to reunite America after the Green Poison outbreak.
- Outcasts explain their struggles during the Roosevelt quarantine, exposing what they all felt during the quarantine during the True Sons reign over the island.
- A declaration of power (mainly seen from factions from WoNY)
- Cleaners: The areas that they are currently patrolling in are under investigation, and there will be severe consequences if their requests are not complied.
- Rikers: They declared that government/law and order no longer exist in the city and that the Rikers will take whatever they want however they want, and nobody can stop them.
- Proclaiming their beliefs and their mission (Mainly seen in Battle for Brooklyn)
- Cleaners: Matthew Grant speaking of the old days, elevating his Cleaner brethren by justifying their methods in eradicating the Green Poison, speaking praise of the faction's founder, Joe Ferro, and speaking ill towards Aaron Keener and The Bridge settlement, claiming the former is one of the major factors that caused people to distill their values during the Manhattan quarantine, and accusing the latter of developing a bioweapon.
- Rikers: "The Rat Queen" speaking her worldview of "Might makes right" by using an example of a Riker she killed gruesomely for murdering a "man and his daughter", to show what happens when someone steps out of line in her "new world order". Accusing The Bridge settlement of living in a deluded fantasy, and that power and control is all that matters. And lastly, declaring that her Rikers are thriving without help from the Bridge or the tech from Theo, trying to build something beautiful, and the only thing standing in their way are people like Aaron Keener, Theo Parnell, and The Bridge from being able to fulfill their goals and accusing them as the enemies who cause untold misery at Brooklyn.
Overview[]
3 - 5 waves of hostiles can appear during Propaganda Broadcasts. The first wave is at the speaker system, hijacking it and guarding it. All hostiles will be Normal difficulty. After eliminating this wave, agents must head to the loudspeaker console and start the disabling process. Propaganda messages will still play during this portion of the process.
During the beginning of the disabling process, the next wave(s) will appear. Most of them will be Normal, but one or two of them might be Veteran. While agents engage the attacking hostiles, the disabling process will reach 50%, but will require administration authorization before continuing. This will be in the form of an access key, which should be dropped by a hostile. Picking up the key and entering it in the loudspeaker console will resume the disabling process. At this point, propaganda messages will finally be shut down.
While the disabling process is nearing its finish, the final wave(s) will appear. Just like the last one, most will Normal, with one or two of them probably being Veteran. After neutralizing the final waves, the console will require one more confirmation. After that, Friendly messages will be played from the speaker and the Encounter will be considered a success.
Friendly Messages[]
After the speaker system has been captured, friendly messages will play through them, each relating to a specific Settlement. As of Year 5 Season 2, friendly messages in D.C only come from Eva Garcia.
- The Theater: Messages from the Theater are very understanding, offering second chances to those who have joined the Hyenas and offering warm welcomes to those who are in need of a room.
- The Campus: Messages from the Campus are basic and simple: in exchange for a place to stay and sleep you must perform work at the Settlement.
- Haven: Messages from the Haven settlement take an aggressive stance against the Rikers, Cleaners and Rogue Agents, declaring that they will be resistant against their attacks.
- The Castle: Messages from the Castle Settlement involve Eva Garcia trying to convince people to join the settlement, talking about the settlement's infrastructure, and taking a hostile stance against Natalya Sokolova and Black Tusk.
- The Bridge: Messages from the Bridge Settlement involve Melanie Hoskins trying to convince people to join the settlement, offering people a place to rest, to help them make a new start in their life, and telling them they can push through hardship by making things better within the settlement.
Propaganda Broadcasts[]
America is dead. It's survival of the fittest. The Hyenas are the fittest. We are kings and queens of this new jungle.
The Division are pushing you into submission. They're trying to consolidate power. We've already tolerated their bullshit before, and the Hyenas aren't letting it happen again!
We're all animals preying on each other, doing what we must to survive. Weakness has no place in this city. So, muscle up and join the clan.
This fight isn't about saving America. Just take a look at this fucking city! There's nothing to feel enthusiastic about! The country died months ago. Start thinking about what you can get out of this.
Look at what we've accomplished! For years, we were considered degenerates, a menace to society. But look where we are now. This is our city, and we're not letting anyone take it away from us.
How much time have we got? I think it's safe to say that nobody knows. Have a drink, freak out on Spice. Hell, enjoy yourself! You might not be alive tomorrow.
This is a warning to the Division. Back the hell off before you get yourselves killed! You have no idea what you're dealing with.
Start enjoying the little time you have left in this world. There are plenty of hidden pleasures on offer, the Hyenas can show you where to find them.
Our enemies want you to stop living life and build the city they want. But the Hyenas, we tore up the rulebook long ago! If you want freedom, join us!
The Outcasts are coming. We will hunt you down. You will beg for mercy, but you will not be granted amnesty. It's too late for you now. You had your chance, you made your choice. And you will suffer for it.
When we were quarantined in that godforsaken place, society turned away. The only thing as callous as committing mass atrocities is when your friends and neighbors stand by and let them happen. To all those who did nothing, you will pay.
Our pits will burn with the cindered bones of our enemies. The Outcasts will not rest until every last one has been reduced to ashes.
The people think D.C. is septic, rotten to the core. They are wrong. It has never been cleaner. The Outcasts will finish what the Green Poison started and cleanse all evil from this city.
There was a time, when we could have all worked together. That dream died when we were herded like cattle into that disease-infested cesspit. Starved, beaten, and left to die. There will be no justice until all those responsible have met their maker.
To all the children, mothers, fathers, grandparents, friends, families. All of you that were treated like animals on Roosevelt Island. I swear, the Outcasts will burn every last one of those responsible.
There is a sickness coming. You can't hide from it! High walls and guns won't protect you from it! Nobody will escape when we unleash this poison on the city.
We've all lost people we love. We've all endured suffering. But only the Outcasts understand what it means to feel deserted.
The True Sons think we are deranged. They call us monsters. But I say there's nothing more deranged and monstrous than tearing a child from it's family and leaving it to die terrified and alone. They will soon learn what it means to feel helpless.
The meaning of righteousness has changed. And we cannot stand by and let dated ideals get in the way of progress. The True Sons will give you something worth believing in. Join us, and be a part of something great.
We used to fear an all-knowing technology. We wrote stories about the dangerous of artificial intelligence. And now, that disease has become a reality. We have handed our lives over to ISAC. An unfeeling tech that decides who lives or dies! I don't trust it, and neither should you.
The True Sons do not recognize the authority of the Division. And for that they have put a target on our backs. We have every right to defend ourselves, and if you don't believe in their cause, so do you.
Is it better for a man to die of disease? Slowly and in pain? Or... or to take a bullet to the brain? At what point is death the merciful option? I'm not saying it's easy. But the True Sons are willing to make those tough decisions and do what's right for everybody.
The True Sons don't give a damn about your past transgressions. We don't past judgement. We don't ask questions. All we ask for is your loyalty and respect. Join us and together we will clean up this city and America.
The True Sons are coming for you. It could be today, it could tomorrow. Either way, it's time to make a decision. Stand with us. Or face the consequences.
This is a callout to The Division. We know you're listening. It's time to pledge your allegiance to the True Sons. Join us today, and we will welcome you with open arms. Wait till tomorrow, and we might not be feeling so kind.
Do you think the Division are really serving America? Don't fall for their lies. You're smarter than that. The True Sons are fighting to save this country and to serve the common man. We are the real Americans.
It's time to face reality. Only the True Sons are willing to do what needs to be done. There are others out there trying to pit you against us, telling you we're bad people. But the only bad people are the ones who sit idly by while the world tears itself apart.
You think God'll save you? Guess again. Only the True Sons can offer you salvation. Join us and earn your place in the history books. Or take your chances and be forgotten.
I hear you. You want to know who is Natalya Sokolova. Who is the mysterious woman in white? The dark angel. While I'm flattered by these very creative monikers, I am just a woman. A daddy's girl who wanted to build upon the legacy I inherited. I grew up wealthy, a woman of privilege. My childhood was not what I would necessarily characterize as a happy one. I spent most of my adolescence in a Swiss boarding school, which absolutely granted me certain advantages in life, but it was a lonely and isolated time for a young girl trying to figure out who she wanted to be. When my father left Russia to build a new family in America, my mother was devastated. And it wasn't until my father's death that I was allowed to build a relationship with my half-brother Felix. I merely want to use all the resources at my disposal to do what is best for everyone. Rebuild the society that has collapsed. I want to assure you, I am no angel. No specter. No monster. I am a just a woman trying to live up to the expectations placed upon her as a child. And I hope to show you all, that I do not want to control you. I do not want to "take the capital".
Some of you may have heard that I am working with Secretary of Homeland Security, Calvin McManus. I would like to take this opportunity to clarify the tenure of our relationship. The government has had contracts with Sokolov Concern since the late-80s when my father still ran the company. When the Green Poison tragedy befell the nation and Rogue agents in New York greatly damaged the reputation and trust, placed in their hands, Cal asked me to help control a secondary outbreak. An outbreak of reckless and out of control Division agents who refused to follow the directives of President Andrew Ellis.
President Andrew Ellis may not have been the leader we elected, but when we needed him to step out from behind the speaker's podium and onto Air Force One, he didn't hesitate. I wish we could disclose all of the wonderful work he has done since the tragic suicide of President Mendez.
President Ellis has been relentless in his efforts to make the world safer and more secure, so that we can get this great nation back on track and we can start to rebuild from the ashes left behind by the Division.
I understand that these are harrowing times. That it feels as if this war will never end. But, I want to assure you, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and the Black Tusk are holding it for you. We are working with the government to rebuild a broken nation but we cannot do that without you, the people. A country is not a country without its people. Without people its just land. Land without a soul. Together, we hope to bring the soul back to this nation.
I want to take a moment to recognize the excellent and professional work of General Anderson. It is under his leadership that the True Sons were able to shed the label of traitor and prove that they are true patriots. With his focus on infrastructure, collaboration and containment, the True Sons have saved countless lives. Never forget that the True Sons were members of the JTF. It was only under General Ridgeway that their mission was perverted. A wise and strong leader takes responsibility for his mistakes. General Anderson is a wise and strong leader and it is under his leadership that we will pave a new road forward.
I was like you once. I did not see the value in an organization like the True Sons. But it was hearing Major Castillo's story that changed my mind. Major Castillo lost his wife and daughter to the Green Poison and in trying to make sense of that loss, he found a new purpose in his work. Without him, the Pentco Fairview powerplant would have fallen into disrepair. Thanks to his tireless efforts, Major Castillo insured that our communities across the eastern seaboard would have power and heat this winter. Major Castillo may have been branded a traitor, but to me he died a hero.
You do not need to fear the Black Tusk or the True Sons. We know that under General Ridgeway, things at Roosevelt Island got out of hand. With General Anderson's steady and intelligent leadership, we hope to build a new road forward. One paved with a common purpose. A common goal. Fortified by collaboration. We will not allow the rogue elements that have taken the White House to deter us from our mission.
The Roamers are not hostile. They are a group of truckers who have come together to help the nation recover. The Freighties and the Roamers have had some conflicts in the past, but that's bound to happen with any group in need of the same very limited resource. As you are well aware, many points of infrastructure were disrupted. Road maintenance was not a priority and oil refineries temporarily halted production. But, I'm proud to confirm that in a crisis we rose to the challenge, because no matter what the odds we Americans remain dedicated and resilient people. Like Major Castillo, in the face of a national crisis, we did not feel sorry for ourselves, we got to work. And now, many refineries are coming back online and increasing production to pre-outbreak levels. We are getting back on track and the shipping lanes are starting to reopen.
The rumors about boogeymen roaming the streets seemingly appearing and disappearing out of thin air. I want to assure you these are merely rumors. There is no truth to the rumors that I have developed a fully functional mobile stealth suit. And there is absolutely no truth that the Hunters are actually Black Tusk or Russian SpecOps. That's a preposterous allegation. It's downright laughable.
I want to be absolutely clear and honest with you about what happened to my brother, Felix Sokolov. Felix was a medic for the Black Tusk. He was going to be a doctor. I put him through medical school after our father died. While it's true I did not know him as a boy, I helped shape him into the man he had become. I had no idea he had been recruited by the Division. My brother Felix was young and impressionable and made mistakes. I would never do anything to hurt him or put him in harm's way. I loved him. I still love him. And, I hope the Division agent or agents who killed him know that his innocent blood is on their hands.
This is Dragov. Don't forget that we run this town. We've got enough resources to last a lifetime. I look after my family. If you're prepared to fight, come to Wall Street. We'll get you sorted.
The government is trying to tell you that they have a right to enforce their laws here. That's false. They have no rights here. We run this town!
Who build this city? Bankers? Brokers? Tycoons? Whatever the fuck influencer is? Or was it you? The hardworking stat working two jobs only to get hassled by a corrupt cop on your way home to get some goddamn rest? We know who you are. We know what you're going through. You were taught to look at the Rikers as criminals, but that's the system perpetuating itself. We've got food, we've got a home and we have got a cause.
The Rikers know how to care of our own. When people step out of line, we handle them. But the Bridge? Someone steps out of line. It's, "Go to therapy. Hit some rocks with a sledgehammer until you feel better. Maybe you need a new job. Oh, have you tried painting your feelings?" That bullshit that's theater. It doesn't fix anyone's problems. We had a Riker step out of line. Attacked a family in the streets, killed an innocent man and his daughter. You know how we handled him? I slit his throat and I hung him from a bridge until the birds and rats took what was left of his useless body.
The Rikers are working on something really quite beautiful. We're not ready to unveil it just yet, but when you see what we've done, I think you will understand the power and the beauty people can possess when they are truly free and have the resources to make their dreams a reality. Such beautiful twisted dreams.
Why should we trust a "soldier turned venture capitalist"? If the Green Poison did anything, it showed us how big of a pyramid scheme belief in the almighty dollar was. Money is a social construct. You give me money, I give you things. You know what we don't need in this new world order? Money. You want things. You make them or take them. There is no money. Sure we can trade but you still need something to trade and without the tech, the Bridge would collapse. No power, no tech. No tech, no defenses. And then all the bounty the Bridge is hoarding would be free for the taking.
The Rikers do not need the Bridge, or Keener or Theo's tech to keep us alive. The Rikers were left to die and survived. Now that we're in Brooklyn, we are thriving. We are building something beautiful and the only thing we have standing in our way are the jackasses who are still following Keener and making it harder for the world to recover from the bullshit that was unleashed.
This area is now under investigation. It's not too late to step forward and turn yourself in. Any unreported contamination will be destroyed.
Be advised that we are doing this for the greater good. The city is still rampant with decease. It's only until we decontaminate it all then we can build something new.
I don't know if people forgot or just never knew but the original Cleaners, the first people to put on the uniform and get to work, they were sanitation workers. First responders. Government employees. The bottom of the social ladder making it possible for all the rich assholes in their ivory towers, like everyone's favorite Rogue Agent, Aaron Keener, to live their cushy little high-rise lives in comfort and safety. The people who got to work and were willing to get their hands dirty to make sure we were all safe, were the same people who were always willing to get their hands dirty to get the job done. The quarantine didn't turn people evil. It distilled our values. And the people who don't want to work and wanted everything handed to them, they were the first to die. The selfish have no place in this world. People like Aaron Keener. They enslave people to create their comfort. The Cleaners. We're here to eradicate that disease from society.
Joe Ferro was a good man. Wildly misunderstood and miscast as the antagonist. He was a good man who just wanted to protect the city and the people he loved with the resources at this disposal. Without his decisive and unwavering leadership, millions more lives would have been lost. Without Joe, none of us would be alive today. Left unchecked the Green Poison would have ravage through Manhattan and there wouldn't have been anyone left to bury the bodies. He made the hard choice. The right choice.
I know we may have gone too far. That the ends didn't always justify the means. But, the Cleaners have always been here to protect you. We have always tried to make the hard choices and sacrifice the few to save the many. It may sound cold and callous, but that's what real leaders do. They make the hard choices and live with the consequences.
Do you know what I miss? Farmer's Markets. Movie theaters. Going to a Broadway show. Laughing and holding hands and eating in restaurants. Going to a bar and getting a beer or going bowling with my buddies after a long shoot. I miss people. Being with people and not having to worry whether or not shaking hands with someone after they cough will be the thing that kills me. And until we eradicate this disease, we will do what we have to do. We take no chances and make sure we will survive because we got ahead of the new bioweapon they are building at The Bridge.
It's now about survival of the fittest. It's about making the right choices. We may be not be the strongest community out there, but we are the smartest. If you want to get through this on in one piece? Come to the Theater.
If you need help, come to the Theater. We have everything you need - food, water, medicine, but most importantly - people you can trust.
It's easy to give up faith. I understand that, but things do get better. We've seen it happen. Come to the Theater and we'll show you.
There are countless dangers in this city - people, decease, the threat of starvation. The Theater can help you. We have created a community built on mutual care and trust. If you share our values, join us.
I spend a lot of time at war zones. I thought I witnessed the very worst of human depravity, but this is something else. People killing each other without cause or reason. It's not human!
I wish it didn't have to be this way, but there are people out there who want to take control of this city. Dictators who will kill you if you cross them! You've got to do what you can to survive.
I know you've lost people you love, I understand your pain. But you don't have to tackle this alone. There's a lot more good in the world than you realize.
We have to stand together for our children's sake. We owe them that much. We can't let them grow up surrounded by this. If not for you, fight for them!
If we see you running with Hyenas, we will not hesitate to shoot. There will be no second chances. It's time to make a decision. Make sure it's the right one.
The Campus is opening its doors. We have plenty of provisions to go around. If you need help, come to us. You don't have to be afraid anymore.
The Campus has grown stronger and more resilient than ever. We've created a sanctuary where people can feel safe, a place that's sheltered from troubles of the outside world. Please, if you need help, we urge you to join our family.
The Campus is looking for workers. It's hard work, but if you've got drip, you'll always have food, friends and a rood over your head.
If you're willing to work and pay your dues, then the Campus welcomes you. Survival is our immediate priority, everything else is secondary.
You may not think this city is worth fixing, but there are a lot of people out there that do. We're doing best we can and if you're ready to help us, the Campus could use an extra hand.
I won't sugarcoat it, Campus life isn't easy. You'll be expected to work and fight for the community. But if you're up for the challenge, come and join us.
Fear is our most primitive, natural emotion. You shouldn't be punished for feeling afraid, but fear is best dealt with as a community. Come to the Campus and we'll help you.
I know that things aren't how they used to be. Maybe we'll never fully recover from this, but we're doing our best. Perhaps one day we'll learn to appreciate what we have.
This is the darkest challenge humankind has faced for centuries. But it's not the end. There are settlements out there, rebuilding, trying to rectify our past transgressions. The Campus is one of them and we're asking you to join us.
We've all lost something of ourselves during the last seven months. But now isn't the time to give up. We've come so far and if we keep on going, I'm confident that better things are just around the corner.
Be careful out there. You cannot afford to let your guard down. Make one mistake and it could all be over.
The Outcasts want you dead. They are brutal, heartless creatures who won't stop until you're nothing more than charred remains, smoldering in their burn pits. Do not try to reason with them. They won't listen.
Attention all those who are sick, tired, hungry, and sick and tired of being sick, tired and hungry. This is your new favorite DJ, Eva Garcia, The mouth from the south? That's a terrible catch phrase. Forget I said that. If you're looking for a safe place to stay, come to the Castle. We've got plenty of space and we're trying to build a community here. We promise, no strings attached. We just want to help rebuild from the ashes and you know, save what remains.
So, it has been brought to my attention that I may not have stayed on topic last time. I'm still new at this whole DJ gig. Give a girl a break. Okay. So, real talk. We have a farm. We have an aquaponics farm. We have food storage. We have automated defenses, secure perimeter, warm beds, pilots, and if the shit really hits the fan, we've got the mobile... mobile fish farm. Fish farm. We have a fish farm, it's awesome. We're working on a mobile fish farm, but until that's up and running, we have fresh fish for hungry peeps at the Castle every day. And if you're a vegetarian we got you covered. Unfortunately, bags of flour don't reproduce as fast as fish.
I'm just saying, if we have a bad winter wheat crop we might need to start advertising the Castle's fish salads, instead of the Castle's famous fish tacos.
Okay, so it's been brought to my attention that my last broadcast was a little depressing. I guess people don't like to think about food supply issues, but like, we should totally talk about it. Like, at the Castle we've built this aquaponics system. It's indoor, it uses solar, wind and hydro power. So it's super clean and sustainable. The fish poop, the water either goes through a filter where we collect the poop and use it in the outdoor gardens, or it goes through into the flood beds to filter it to fertilize the tomatoes and peppers, before cycling back into the system, and then floating green rafts on top of the fish tanks give us salads and help oxygenate the water and then we harvest the fish and Mari makes fish tacos. Like, if we can set this up in what used to be a condemned biohazard, people in like Wisconsin could do this in their basements. No one needs to starve this winter if we all just teach each other how to do this shit. Like, I really wish we had this in the dorms at Kenly instead of frozen microwave burritos. But, I guess it was way cheaper and faster to feed us trash food than raise and butcher a fish. I'm not gonna lie though. Sometimes you just want a shitty bean and cheese burrito with tortilla chips.
Dammit, now I'm hungry for trash food.
Okay, so, I know it's weird. True Sons used to be JTF, then some True Sons joined the Black Tusk, and some True Sons said fuck that shit and allied with the Division to try and stop the Black Tusks from taking over Pentco Fairview, I know it can be like super fucked up to be sharing meals with people who were shooting at you yesterday. Trust me, it's taken a lot of work and forgiveness to not want to punch "Wally" in the face whenever she talks about her time at Pentco. But, Doc Billings is right. We cannot change the past, we can only change the future. So with that spirit, if you see one of these former True Sons in the streets, as hard as it is, remember, they were just people who chose the wrong side of a fight, But, people like Fred and "Wally" they realized they were on the wrong side and are trying to make it better. And isn't that all we can hope for? That people realize they are fucking up and try to make it better.
We are getting ready for winter. We are harvesting the veggies and prepping them for storage. We have enough food to feed hundreds of people, and if winter is mild we should be able to forage for mushrooms and other wild greens. Did you know that one fifth of winters in D.C. there is no snow? Okay, not no snow, but less than an inch the whole winter, which is basically no snow. This could be our snowless winter. And if it is, if it doesn't get that cold, we might have like a year round growing season and the tomatoes will just keep going and we will have fresh salsa for the Castle's famous fish tacos. I'm just saying, join us not the Black Tusk. Our help comes with tacos, who knows what strings are attached to "Nat".
Okay, real talk with Eva. Ooh, I like that. That's way better than the mouth from the south. Ugh. Time for real talk, Natalya Sokolova. Leader. Owner. Leader and owner, sure. The head boss bitch of the Black Tusk. Do you know what her nickname is? What her friends call her? "Nat". Like the bug. The little black flies that bug the shit out of you. Super small and hard to see but always getting in your eye and messing up your day on a hot summer day. You know, a gnat. It's probably short for Natalya, but I can't help but wonder if the first person who every called her that was just too tired to say Natalya or was just like this little bug annoys the shit out of me, "Hey, what's up. 'Nat'?"
Anyway, don't be afraid of a gnat, She's nothing without the swarm. We want to take her down, we just need to separate her from her creepy ass collective of buggy ass Black Tusk tech.
So, I hear some of you are thinking about bending the knee and kissing the shiny white ass of Natalya Sokolova. Like, I get it. She's hot in a stereotypically beautiful golden goddess 90s supermodel kind of way. But, like, have we not learned that being beautiful does not mean you're a beautiful person. Like some of the most beautiful people have done the most horrific things and we excuse their shitty ass behavior cause we want to fuck them. Okay, but like for real, you heard about all those chicks in the 70s who like mailed their panties to Ted Bundy? Like, he was not that hot, but he was dangerous and like okay looking and all these bored ass housewives and fucked up college students were trying to ride his serial killer dick. And now we think about that and are like horrified, but that's the same shit with Nat. Like she's hot, so you want to smash and then excuse the fact that she like indiscriminately murders people every day and then says, "Join us. We are here to protect you." Yeah, the only people we need protection from is you, "Nat". In case you didn't know, "Nat", you're the problem, not the solution.
Okay, so, real talk. The Black Tusk are fucking assholes. I don't give a shit how much Natalya Sokolova talks about bringing "The Nation Together" or how she is here for "the citizens" that's just dictator speech. Don't fall for that shit. This is like day one of Fascism 101. Do you want apartheid or indentured servitude? Cause that's how you get apartheid and indentured servants. The Black Tusk are a global organization. For all you "good ole boys" who were supes terrified of Russia and China taking over America, where is that fear when a literal Russian Oligarch's daughter is riding her Warhounds into town?
This is Paul Rhodes of the Haven settlement speaking for the Peacekeepers. If you approach any of us with a weapon, we will assume you mean us harm. Just don't do that, okay?
This area is protected by the Peacekeepers. Any civilians in need of assistance report to the nearest safe house, we'll help if we can.
Attention! This area is protected by the Peacekeepers. If you're looking to start some shit, start it somewhere else.
Welcome to Brooklyn. If you're here, you've chosen to be here. Honestly, there is no reason to be stuck in Brooklyn. You can go back to the chaos of New York or the suburbs of Jersey. The people who choose Brooklyn are here because of the community we have to offer. We know the value of community and we will fight to preserve it.
If you're looking for a safe place to spend the night or a community to join, we're here. We are the light in the darkness and if you're ever in trouble, we will be there to offer a soft bed, a healthy meal and a hot shower.
Please be careful out there. We're getting reports of increasing hostile activity in the region. Travel in groups. And take a guard with you if you are going to wander far from the Bridge.
As we get ready for winter and CERA drops have ceased, I know it is easy to give in to the fear that we will be worse off this year than last, but it's not true. At the Bridge, we're been growing food, foraging, hunting and fishing. We've got enough food to get us through the winter and are saving seeds to plant next year. There is enough food to go around, there is no reason we should be fighting over water bottles and the last can of beans. As bad as things are right now, they are a hell of a lot better than they were six months ago.
We have all lost people. And in our grief people can do awful things to one another. We saw that last winter. People just fighting for power and control because they felt out of control. People in pain hunting one another because they didn't know what to do with all that energy. At the Bridge, we put that energy to do something constructive instead of destructive. It's all energy, and we just need to find a useful way to channel it. And sometimes, that is just taking a sledgehammer and breaking shit. We make space for that too. We've always got construction projects going and sometimes the only way to build a strong foundation is to destroy the original structure.
My name is Malcolm Castillo. Senior Engineer and True Sons Major. My wife Sharon Castillo and our unborn daughter died at the hands of CERA and their negligence. The government allowed this to happen and CERA and the Division just made things worse. If it wasn't for their negligence, I would be teaching my daughter to crawl right now. I should be helping her stand and seeing my wife's smile in her face. They should be with me. There is no reason that this should have happened.
And so when a real emergency happened, and we needed the beds for people who were really sick, who really needed treatment and ventilators and isolation, there wasn't enough resources to go around. There weren't enough beds. There weren't enough ventilators. There weren't enough doctors to assess and treat the patients, because idiots with a "tummy ache" or a "sore tooth" or broken finger took up the time and energy and space and the doctors missed the signs that this was small pox until it was too late.
The biggest failing at the beginning of the crisis wasn't the quarantine or the treatments or the "government response". The biggest failing was the sad sorry state of our healthcare system. For decades we have watched as emergency care became the only care.
There is no reason that Amherst should have been allowed to release his poison on the world, other than some idiot with access made a choice and the choice they made was to let my wife, Sharon Castillo and her sister Caroline Owens and my daughter, who we were waiting to meet to name, my child who I will never be able to name because I will never be able to meet her because she was still inside of Sharon when those monsters dumped their bodies into a mass grave in Central Park and set it on fire to "contain the virus". My wife and daughter paid the price for their negligence.
Any asshole with access to the equipment Gordon Amherst used to manufacture his virus can literally print their own apocalypse. The future of biological warfare is open source. A year ago, I would be labelled insane and sent to an asylum, but this isn't a year ago, this is now, and we know, we know that all those people in tin foil hats had the right idea. The isolationist preppers, the homesteaders, the urban farmers, if it wasn't for them, what would be left of humanity? The last two people on earth would be killing each other over last can of beans.
Do not believe their lies. Do not believe that there was nothing they could do. The government was monitoring Gordon Amherst. We found the records. We found the proof. They deemed him "not a credible threat", all of this blood is on their hands. They allowed this to happen. Do not let them get away with this. The True Sons are fighting for your freedom from their tyranny. Do not believe the government's lies.
The Green Poison was just the beginning. This technology. Keener proved it with his Eclipse bullshit. And the Division knew. They knew Keener had access to that equipment this whole time and they did nothing to stop him from creating the Eclipse virus.
What do you think the next person will do with it? How many Rogue Agents do you need before you accept the reality that the Division cannot be trusted with this technology. The Division has not and never will keep you safe.
Before the crisis the grid was unstable. We never had enough money or people to maintain and improve the grid. Public and private blurring together, a jurisdictional nightmare. We built our own instability. And now, we are paying for that. If we couldn't work together when we had money and times were good, how the hell are we supposed to do it now that most of the people who knew how to fix the problem are gone. I cannot be the only person who knows how to run a nuclear power plant.
If the plant has a melt down, that would be the final nail in the coffin of the American experiment. The Division has proven they can't maintain the grid, they can't even maintain their own network.
The Black Tusk? Those nation builders will enslave us all. The only people fighting for stability are the True Sons.
Most of us were already serving our country and keeping you safe before Waller issued Directive 51. We have always been here in the background making sure society functioned. Some of us were soldiers, I kept the lights on. We know how to follow procedure and respect command structure and institutions, but heroes do not blindly follow orders, and that's why Ridgeway left the JTF. That's why General Anderson will lead us to victory.
If you want to get back to "normal", join the True Sons. Abandon the Division agents and their quest for power. They don't care who gets in their way as long as they get an "attaboy", "good work, Agent". All they care about is being seen as a hero, but do they ever act heroic? The True Sons, we know heroes have to make the hard choices.
You know the real problem with the Division? They think too small. They are only focused on the task in front of them. They are so consumed with busy work and little victories that they miss the big picture. They don't see that all these street fights add up to something far more dangerous.
You're so worried about the mugger in front of you with the gun in your face that you don't even see the man behind them murdering your family. You agents never learn from the past. If someone is pulling you to the right, you should look to your left. That's where the real danger is. You're so busy chasing the birds flushed out of the bush that you don't see the wolf ready to pounce.
The True Sons are fighting for the real America. You might think that I'm anti-cop, and anti-big government, if you've been paying attention, but I'm not. I'm antigovernment sanctioned assassins. I'm anti-negligence. I'm pro-responsibility. Pro-accountability. Pro-choice, pro-life. We all have the right to live. We all have inalienable freedoms that the Division takes from us every day.