PRTCJ

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Modus operandi

May have named themselves after the oath that all members of the Protectorate swear.<ref name="I15.z">January 18th, 1993

“I, Alexandria, do solemnly affirm that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the director appointed over me, according to the regulations of the PRTCJ.”

Applause swelled around her. As far as the eye could see, there were crowds and flashing cameras. President Griffin extended a hand and she shook it.

He leaned close, “You do us proud.”

“Thank you, James. I’ll give my all.”

He squeezed her hand and moved on.

“I, Eidolon, do solemnly affirm…” - Excerpt from Interlude 15.z</ref><ref name="25.6 e1">“What was the plan?” she asked. “When you came?”

“I’ve got six hours before I need to be in New York. They’re swearing me into the Protectorate.”

“Congratulations,” Grue said. He sounded genuine. - Excerpt from Scarab 25.6</ref>

Tried to prove that capes could work under discipline.<ref name="II2.3 e2">Her costume was white, with her usual symbol on it, the arrow pointing down and to the side, with a stream of lines flowing from the back of the arrow, over one shoulder. She wore a jacket with it, a near-black gray, given a faint magenta-red tint. ‘PRTCJ’ was printed on the back in big white letters. A lone stylized chevron was on the sleeve.

There were things to be said about it, about the militaristic tilt of the group, the way the PRT and the Protectorate had broken in such a way that the Wardens had sprung up from one large chunk of the image, presentation and ideals. Crystal’s parahuman miltary thing was crudely forged from another chunk of what the PRT had been: the PRT’s old laws, rules, and discipline. A military-esque force without a government to serve or a hard and fast system of law to back it up.

But it was Crystal’s call. Crystal’s thing. I held my tongue. - Excerpt from Flare 2.3</ref>

Structure

Has a more military bent then the original PRT.<ref name="II2.3 e1">“Citizen labor is going nuts. They’re massing, pulling in some outside help, a lot of other angry and frustrated citizens. I don’t have the full picture yet, but it’s all hands on deck. Wardens are coordinating Advance Guard, Foresight, Shepherds, the Attendant and others. They’re even bringing in the PRTCJ capes, which haven’t exactly been advertised to the public.”

Crystal’s group. The situation was bad enough to open the can of worms that was capes serving as a military-adjunct force? In this climate, no less. - Excerpt from Flare 2.3</ref>

Noted for having a military aesthetic, and making sure the capes are highly trained and drilled.<ref name="II2.1 e1">“If you want me to put a good word in with my guys, I’d be happy to.”

“I don’t want to do the quasi-military cape thing,” I said. “A little bit too intense.”

“Yeah,” Crystal said. “I’m so physically tired, two days out, that I’m not sure I would be standing if I couldn’t fly.”

I looked down at the ground. Her feet were barely touching the ground.

It wasn’t the physical intensity that worried me. It was the mental and emotional cost. It was the fact that when it came to the military and the military-like stuff, the trend was to beat the individual into shape. Organization, conformity. - Excerpt from Flare 2.1</ref>

Members

Laserdream

Trivia

Approach may be similar to the Elitnaya Armiya.

References