A/N: The original Vigilante 8 game took place in 1975 and Vigilante 8: Second Offense was to take place in 1977. However, per the back story I gave in part 1, I had to swing the years forward to 1977 for V8 and 1979 for this game. Concurrently, the future events now take place in 2019 rather than their original date for 2017. This really changes nothing in terms of what happened in the games seeing as I've taken liberties already with what the games portrayed in the interests of the storyline and this is the least of those changes.

In 1977 when the oil supply stopped, the auto wars began…

A multinational oil conglomerate with plans of global conquest attempted a hostile takeover of the United States of America through the help of a third party called the Coyote Cartel. The takeover consisted of attacking critical sites across the American Southwest in the hopes of weakening the country's infrastructure to the point of collapse. In the wake of such a threat, ordinary citizens rose up and became Vigilantes to combat this threat and so auto wars raged over the period of several months.

It was through their courage and dedication that they succeeded in halting the attempt to have America fall. The Coyotes were defeated and subsequently disbanded to various fates and with the fight over the Vigilantes too went their separate ways.

Chassey Blue, the ex-FBI Agent turned Hollywood actress found herself achieving whirlwind fame in the land of moving pictures. Her selling of her exploits during the auto wars and subsequent self-portrayal in the ensuing film brought her to the attention of the country at large that turned out in droves to see her films show a positive aspect to the country that had long been missing. But by 1979, she found herself tiring of her lavish constantly in the spotlight lifestyle and in rare moments found herself longing once more for her days as a vigilante.

John Torque wound up purchasing that Thunderbolt he'd been longing for to replace his Jefferson. With no desire to go back into the weapons field, he took Chassey's advice and became a bounty hunter. With local law enforcement still tied up in preserving the peace in the major metropolitan areas, the criminals operating on the fringe of society largely unabated. And so the government reinstated the bounty system for anyone interested in helping clean up the country and make a little cash on the side. But although the thrill of catching criminals was a good substitute for the thrill of auto wars he had previously waged, over time as the number of criminals decreased, it became harder and harder to get that rush. And so John was one of the best, which so John began tracking bigger and bigger targets, no matter the danger to his vehicle and himself. So in 1979 he found himself chasing a target that had been loosely affiliated with the Coyotes back in the day. Her name was Nina Loco and apparently she had been selling Site 4 weaponry to the highest bidders.

Sheila for her part wound up heading to California as well and began attending college there. Although she majored in Political Science, she often took Criminology courses as well. By 1979, she had nearly finished her studies and was ready to join the FBI Academy but one thing was holding her back from joining. She felt she needed a dynamite personal reference to get in, but where she could find that reference she didn't know.

As for Convoy and Houston, they stuck together over the years, each enjoying company on their long road back to normalcy. Together they successfully opened a new trucking venture and the trucker would always take the former OMAR agent for trips across the country in hopes of sparking memories of her forgotten past. In the meantime, the two had found themselves enjoying each others company greatly and in 1979, the two had gotten married in a low key ceremony attended by John, Chassey, and Sheila. They had tried to get a hold of Slick Clyde, but all Chassey's remaining FBI contacts would admit to, were unconfirmed reports that he was up to something in Central America. But his absence couldn't dampen their spirits and everyone found themselves greatly enjoying each other's company.

And although each of them secretly found themselves hoping for something exciting to allow them to once more take up the cause of vigilantism, there were no current threats on the horizon that they found themselves anticipating popping up. So when they returned to their lives beyond each other, they found that pit in their stomachs growing ever more heavily as the days went on. A feeling they felt would never be lifted.

But they were wrong and would be proven wrong very shortly. A new threat was on the horizon and it was going to be one of the most dangerous the former vigilantes would ever face. For its power derived from the fact that it knew all of the Vigilantes strengths and their weaknesses and had been observing them for some time waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

For this new adversary had once been one of their most trusted allies.

September, 1979: Convoy's truck headed down the road for parts unknown to deliver yet another cargo of goods and supplies to those who needed them. In the passenger seat sat Houston as always but unlike the alert trucker, she was fast asleep. And although normally Convoy found peace on the road looking at her calm features, lately she had become more and more unsettled every time she woke up.

It had started simply enough with her suddenly jerking awake in a cold sweat but not knowing why. But it had steadily gotten worse as the months rolled on with her waking up screaming on more than one occasion. And soon she began remembering parts of her nightmares with images of death and destruction raining down from above with no way of stopping it.

Convoy was a little disturbed by her dreams but so far nothing had happened and that was at least of some relief to the two of them. After all, like he'd told that CIA Agent those years ago, there was no sense worrying over something you couldn't prepare for.

And so the trucker continued his daily trek across the country, nearing the town of Winslow, Arizona where his cargo was due and after that he was going to take a long vacation to someplace far away.

In the distance, flashes of lightning could be seen.

The Future: In a vast complex made of pipe and steel a storm was brewing that unleashed torrential rain upon the many smokestacks that peppered the area. In the center of this complex arose a tall tower with a large bulbous structure atop it. On the very top level sat a largely darkened and empty room with the exception of one very long conference table with chairs along it while beyond it sat a single desk with a computer on it next to a group of filing cabinets.

At the desk, an old man with completely gray hair was working on the computer and consulting various pieces of paper as the storm raged against the glass windows behind him in silence.

FWOOOSHH

The man paused in his work as a pair of automatic doors was heard opening and light spilled in from the outside. A shadow appeared in the light and soon its source was revealed to be a young-Asian in a business suit in her mid to late 20s. Her name was Keiko Uzumi, though her codename was Obake meaning 'Ghost', and she was the Old Man's second in command and adoptive daughter. Her biological father had been a competitor of the old man's for many years before his company, Uzumi Power, had been purchased outright by the company whose name was emblazoned on the long table she was now passing, The Oil Monopoly Alliance Regime. Following this personal defeat, the elder Uzumi just vanished leaving young Keiko all alone with nothing but a handful of martial arts training and a ceremonial katana that had been passed down through the generations of her family.

When OMAR finally arrived at the Uzumi Company Headquarters, the seven-year old laid in wait for hours in one of the ventilation shafts waiting to enact revenge on the invaders. And finally after several hours of being cold, tired, and hungry, she witnessed as an older man appeared below in her father's office and took his seat and began looking through the files completely alone and seemingly defenseless. Though her training told her to never attack an unarmed opponent, her desire for vengeance overrode that and so she dropped from the shaft and took a posture to rush the man and kill him.

But she was much weaker than she had realized and had barely made it two steps before collapsing on the floor in pain. The old man did not show any surprise at her appearance but instead gave a warm smile and helped her into a seat opposite the desk and subsequently offered her food and drink.

As she began feasting to get her strength up so she could then kill the man, the older individual introduced himself as Lord Clyde, one of the top executives of OMAR, and that he had been the one to personally show interest in Uzumi Power and led the efforts to acquire it. He also said that he knew who she was and also knew why she had come. He then promised her a chance for honorable combat between the two of them in the office. If she won and killed him, she'd be free to leave no questions asked but if he won, she would agree to become his protégé.

With little other chance for revenge, she immediately agreed and so the two soon found themselves standing in the office opposite each other, she with her katana and he with a mere cane with a crystal atop it. When the battle started, Keiko rushed the man with all of her remaining strength and was immediately subdued as the old man lifted his cane and pointed it straight at her and fired off an electrical bolt from it that ripped the katana from her hands and caused her to collapse once more onto the ground in pain. She had just enough strength left to witness Lord Clyde take her katana and snap it in half over his knee before she slipped into unconsciousness.

When she finally came to she found herself in a bed in a room that she didn't recognize with all of the things from her old room piled in a corner. Quickly brandishing a rod that she snapped off of her dresser, Keiko cautiously emerged from her room only to find herself in a giant mansion filled with countless empty rooms. The only sounds that could be heard were coming from the kitchen and so she burst in only to find the old man preparing her breakfast.

Welcoming her in, the old man sat her at the table and immediately presented her with two gifts, the first was a new katana blade built from some of the hardest steel in the world and razor sharp to the point that it could slice through anything. The second was an adoption paper that permanently made her part of his family…and by extension OMAR's.

'Your old life is over, your new life begins,' he told her simply. And he was right, though it took her several years to realize what that truly meant.

Her Present: "Ah, Keiko, please sit down," offered Lord Clyde as he turned to a coffee machine and his right and set it to brew some herbal tea. "I trust you were successful in your mission?"

The question was a merely formality, she knew that he already had been briefed by his advisors, but it was his way of letting her tell her version of what had happened.

"Yes father," agreed Keiko as she produced a dossier and placed it on his desk. "As you know, I was assigned a mission to obtain prototype time travel capsules that had been recently developed and successfully tested at Stanford University. I was inserted along with a fellow operative into the United States whereupon we infiltrated the university and summarily appropriated the devices and regrouped with OMAR affiliates in Canada. I was then transported back to OMAR Headquarters here in Kuwait City…along with the body of the agent whom I infiltrated America with."

Keiko fell silent at that as her father sipped his tea to try and give her some brief moments to compose herself. Her fellow agent had been a man named Darius who was almost as good as she was in the art of stealthy infiltration. He was also Keiko's best friend since even before she became Lord Clyde's adoptive daughter and he had joined OMAR at her request. Together the two had been a great asset for OMAR and Lord Clyde over the years and only grown closer as a result, even despite Clyde's constant reminders of the dangers of being too closely attached to someone, especially in their line of work.

That something had finally happened caused no measure of satisfaction from the old man. He had learned long ago to never let anyone into his life whom he couldn't keep at arms length in case something went wrong. To some it might have seemed a terrible way to live, for example he had never once outwardly expressed any sort of love for Keiko, but it had kept him alive all of these years.

"I think he'd want you to remember the good times and get on with your life," stated Lord Clyde in an eerie echo of words he'd said years earlier when he had been a completely different sort of man than he was now. "Enjoy life while you can because who's to say where or when the next threat may come from."

Keiko gave an affirmative response to that and sniffled briefly before collecting herself and breathing out her inner emotions to once more arrive at a state of peace.

"Besides, you succeeded in your mission and that's what matters most," her father continued. "At last we have the opportunity we have been waiting for. Finally, America will fall to OMAR!"

Keiko nodded her head enthusiastically as Lord Clyde finished his tea and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and got up as Keiko did the same. The two left the room and walked into the elevator and went down a single floor before emerging in a giant hanger. But rather than having airplanes or helicopters there, instead there rested three vehicles, a Palamino XIII, Obake's Tsunami motorcycle, and finally Lord Clyde's pride and joy, his Excelsior Stretch Limousine.

"Sir, all time travel devices have been installed and are operating at maximum efficiency," said a technician who saluted his boss. Lord Clyde nodded his head appreciatively before turning to another group of scientists who were clustered around an individual in the room.

"And how is our patient?" asked the old man. The scientists pulled back to reveal a human-sized robot who was just no powering up.

"Awaiting your orders, sir," said one of them. The old man cleared his throat before turning to the robot.

"Dallas 13, activate!" he told the robot. The eyes on the machine began glowing as the robot came to life.

"DALLAS 13, ONLINE!" the robot declared as Clyde smiled.

"Excellent, excellent," he complimented the robot. "You know where I came from Dallas was a city in Texas, which makes you a cowboy. And you can't be a cowboy without a hat."

Lord Clyde walked over to his limousine and reached in a grabbed a cowboy hat that he promptly placed on the robot's head before producing a bandana and wrapping it around the bottom half of its face. The old man then took a few steps back and admired his work before looking down at the two six shooters attached to the robot's sides.

"Draw!" he ordered before jerking up his cane only to find the robot's guns already pointed at him.

"Hahahahaha, nice!" declared the old man with a vicious grin on his face. He lowered his cane as the robot did the same. But then its pressure sensors indicated a force being pressed on the back of its neck and it swiveled its head to see the Obake pressing a katana blade against him.

"You'll have to forgive her, old habits die hard," the old man apologized as Obake returned her sword to its sheath on her back. "Be careful with that hat, though, it was mine a long time ago and I'm entrusting you to take care of it."

The robot nodded its head and subsequently walked over towards its vehicle, the Palamino, as Lord Clyde turned to Obake.

"Are the travel arrangements ready?" he asked. Obake nodded her head.

"Yes, we are a go for reinsertion into the United States of America," she confirmed.

"Then let's go. I've waited over forty years for this for this day and I don't want to wait a moment longer," he ordered and then immediately headed for his vehicle as Obake did the same. The hanger door tilted upwards revealing the stormy sky beyond as the three vehicles tilted upwards and then flew off into the night. They continued through the battering rainstorm until a pair of lights and a loud chopping noise was heard as a cargo plane appeared battling the storm as well. The three vehicles took up a flanking position behind it as the rear bay door opened. And as soon as it did, the three vehicles landed inside of it and were secured as the bay doors closed and the plane made its way for the land of the free and the home of the brave. The trio subsequently emerged from their vehicles and strapped themselves in to the sides aligning the side of the plane.

"Wake me when we hit Mexico," requested the Old Man as he picked his old cowboy hat off of the robot and leaned back in his seat and placed the hat over his face as he soon began snoring away. Dallas 13 turned to look at him as it processed its orders.

Directives: Protect Lord Clyde, Follow Lord Clyde's Orders, Protect Obake.

Goals: Ensure the fall of America to Lord Clyde and The Oil Monopoly Alliance Regime by time travelling to the 1970s when America was collectively at its weakest following the failed Coyote Invasion of 1977.

Query: Background Information on Lord Clyde….

Processing….Processing…Processing…

Identification: Lord Clyde

Previous Aliases: Slick Clyde

Family: Adopted Daughter, Keiko Uzumi. All Other Information Classified

Group Affiliation: Ex-Vigilante team member; Previous leader of the Coyote Cartel following the disappearance of former leader Sid Burn; Former Oil Monopoly Alliance Regime board member; Currently OMAR President and CEO following a violent power struggle resulting in the deaths of several fellow board members.

Bio: Lord Clyde first came to prominence in the 1970s under his given name of Slick Clyde. He joined the Vigilantes to combat the OMAR funded Coyote Cartel who sought to destroy America's infrastructure and thus forever be dependent on OMAR support.

Following the defeat of the Cartel, and for reasons unknown at the time, Slick Clyde began referring to himself solely as Lord Clyde and assumed control over the Cartel. With his leadership skills and seemingly uncanny knowledge of OMAR's infrastructure and resources in Mexico and Central America, he summarily captured numerous oil and mineral reserves throughout South America and subsequently attracted OMAR's attention. The Coyote Cartel and its holdings were subsequently absorbed into OMAR proper in the year 1996 and Lord Clyde was made a temporary member of the executive board as a result.

Rather than merely sit on the board and issue orders, Clyde instead worked hand in hand with units across the world in their efforts to undermine governmental organizations across the world. As a result he began growing an ever loyal base of support from the lower ranking OMAR members and used that power to make himself a permanent member of the OMAR Executive Board. It was as part of the board that he acquired Uzumi Power and subsequently adopted Keiko Uzumi as his second in command.

As time rolled on, Clyde's power only increased as the remaining board members became began pooling their resources against him. In 2015, they struck and a violent war erupted between their respective assets. In the end Lord Clyde at a detriment to his physical health and subsequently had the remaining board members executed, but took pity on their underlings who were merely following orders. In the end he had an OMAR that was much more united that it had ever been before in the past.

There was just one problem. The infighting had taxed OMAR's resources and now the nations it had under its control were beginning to fight back with the aid of the untouched United States. OMAR did not have the resources to go after the superpower and so Lord Clyde's options were limited.

But then fate intervened. Stanford Research University, using radically advanced recovered technology succeeded in cracking the mysteries of time travel. Which has led to the mission they were currently on. The key to defeating America lay in the past and Lord Clyde knew this, which is why he obtained the time travel capsules and intended on using them to devastating effect.

Inquiry Concluded.

With this in mind, the robot summarily began acquainting itself with the 1970s and the profiles of the enemies to come. Of particular interest was an ex-OMAR cyborg named Houston…

September 19, 1979: Houston awoke screaming as Convoy did his best to calm down while still trying to keep his eye on the road.

"Calm down, it's me Convoy, we're safe!" he shouted at her. Houston was now in tears as she looked out at the horizon where a storm was brewing.

"It's too late," said Houston utterly defeated as she gazed intently at one particular spot ahead of them. "THEY'RE HERE!"

Convoy snapped his head forward as three flashes of light occurred inside the storm and then three flying cars erupted from them headed straight for the trucker. Then each one subsequently opened fire and rained death and destruction upon the helpless vehicle. And throughout it all, the maniacal laughter of an unseen figure emanated across the CB radio.

At the end of time lies the beginning of vengeance…