As the next morning's sun cleared the fog of war, the Ghost of Ottawa, Chiefess Inferna, and Clem Goldbeard were distributing some emergency provisions the Greater Ottawa Red Hat Ladies had prepared for the Dragonnewts. However, Goldbeard couldn't find peace within himself.
"And you're certain they're on our side?" He asked Chiefess Inferna while Ghost was grabbing more emergency supplies. Inferna laughed at his quivering voice. "Yes, Sir Goldbeard, the Greater Ottawans aren't the humans we are used to dealing with. Their leader, Archie, is a kind, warm-hearted gentleman. The Ghost over there, that's his grandson." Goldbeard watched as the Ghost carried a crate of first aid supplies over to the medical station that the Dragonnewts had set up. However, once he'd set the crate down, he took off the BMPA-82's helmet. His copper eyes glistened like gold in the sunlight.
"There is a stillness only an ocean can bring. Such tranquility can not be overlooked." Said the Ghost before turning away from the ocean and rejoining the others. As he walked over, the Ghost extended his right hand to Clem Goldbeard. "Clem Goldbeard, I am the Ghost of Ottawa, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Clem looked at the Ghost's extended hand, then back to Inferna, who smiled. Clem nodded and shook his hand. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Sir Ghost." The Ghost smiled and stood up. "If you need me, I'll be getting my troops ready to return to Greater Ottawa, excuse me." With that, the Ghost made his way over to the Task Force Illiniwek and went over the plan.
"Busch Hunter, once you and the rest of Illiniwek have ensured that the transport trucks are loaded up, start making your way back to Greater Ottawa. Once back, get showered, shave, and debrief Archie and the Key Council of our success here. As for the rest of you, after-mission routine: shower, shave, rest, and recovery. We have no idea as to what our next mission is or when that will happen." With a unanimous nod, Illiniwek began loading up the transport trucks. The Ghost informed their medical team to decide whether to stay or load up, for the Task Force was heading home. As the medical team packed up and loaded up, the Ghost went over to Inferna and Clem. "Well, Chiefess Inferna, it was a true honor to fly into battle at your side. Sir Clem Goldbeard, visit my city whenever you find time. Greater Ottawa is located in what you call the Ruins of Klondike Valley." Inferna nodded and thanked him for his support and leadership in saving their village. Clem agreed to visit as the Ghost waved to them, walking over to the 1950s GMC Semi. With a command, the trucks rolled home. A few hours passed, and the convoy arrived at the finished gates of Greater Ottawa—the sounds of harvesters powered by coal and steam ripped through fields of corn, soybeans, and wheat. The clanging of the CIMCO drop forge and the hum of machinery across the city filled the Ghost.
As he walked to Fort Boyce for de-armoring, WMCY's city speakers blared the song, "Sixteen Tons" by C.R. McGuinness. The Ghost smiled to himself as he found himself looking around the city. The whole city was hard at work getting its life back on track. As he arrived at Fort Boyce, Dr. Sue began to unlock the armor. As the armor hissed and gears within it whirred, he found himself remembering the beginning of their conflict with the New World Order. Many Ottawans had suffered under their pre-invasion rule. He'd studied politics, studied history, and studied philosophy—an uneasy, exciting warmth stirred within his chest. This was precisely the kind of test his political philosophy needed, the type of test that would engrave Greater Ottawa's legacy into the annals of history across two worlds. With his armor off, the Ghost jumped into the Autowa and raced to the Key Council chambers. As the antique pickup raced down the blacktop, the Ghost's heart hammered in his chest. "This is... exactly what Mastocracy needs. A fledgling nation and a heart that won't stop beating! He yelled as the pickup raced into town from Trumbo Road.
Once the Ghost arrived at the Reddick Mansion, he raced into his office and grabbed a box marked Mastocracy. After which, he raced to the Autowa, which had been left running, and raced for the Council Building. Once he'd arrived, he burst through the doors and slammed the box down onto the table to get everyone's attention. "Before we concluded our deliberation, you asked me, Councilwoman Barbara, what kind of government structure we should adopt? Here! I present to you, Mastocracy!" The Ghost excitedly passed out a packet of paperwork to each member of the Council. As the Council read over it, Archie looked at him with a nod of approval that could shame presidential awards and medals. "Now, the citizens would have to vote on this. What should we tell them?" Asked Councilman Sundeep, eyebrow raised with a stoked sense of curiosity. The Ghost stood at the doors of the chamber, eyes glowing a fresh-penny's copper hue. "Every single word, Sundeep. Not a word less." As the Council began preparing to take the necessary immediate steps to distribute these packets to local leaders, the Ghost drove Autowa over to the Northern edge of Greater Ottawa. There, Dr. Sue and her team were perfecting the L.L.P.C., or the Lasalle Lake Powered Cannon.
As the Ghost got suited up, a demon-beast, vastly different from the usual deer and coyotes the Greater Ottawans had become accustomed to, appeared. The Ghost smirked as the LLPC began to glow a radium-tinted hue, barrel spinning faster and faster. The prototype suit of armor activated its limb bracers with frightening speed. The demon-beast roared, charging at the Ghost and Dr. Sue. However, the Ghost took a deep breath, pulling down the cannons' dual triggers with a battle cry that was later likened to that of old Norse Vikings. As the LLPC fired a beam of energy from its ionic-plasma plutonium version two power cell, the demon-beast was struck, melting through it in an instant. As the cannon spooled down, the Ghost turned to Dr. Sue. "I want this suit fully operational as soon as possible, Dr. Sue."