Sun Mar 4 2012

Sun Mar 4 2072 "This is Theodore Gill signing off, and if you are listening to this, then you are California." Finishing his daily radio address, the middle aged Governor sat at the desk, deep inside the Bears Lair. Both hands came to his face, rubbing across his features with a certain sort of tone, an emotion that bordered on gravitas and desperation. Satio's troops were pushing on Bakersfield and Minton could not hold out against a full press. The Pueblo were not providing as much material support now that the Ute situation was heating up. Santa Barbara renewed its motions for independence and neutrality while Hestaby was silent. The center could not hold and the Governor of California needed help. A break. Anything. Something.