Alliance

[Daxu]

Tailoring a Suit

A Brief History
It all starts with the right material, and Dean Braxton was not cut from soft cloth. His earliest years—living on the streets of Liberty City—were defined by the violence of gang life. Running around the neighborhood sandwich shops collecting rent kept him fairly separated from the action, but orders eventually came to deal out reminders—why “protection” was so valuable. He eventually needed to dodge a few charges, catching a flight to the west coast in hopes of starting new.
Arriving in Los Santos Dean fell back into old habits, mainly working as an enforcer–grabbing cash, slinging dope, everything but the kitchen sink. Once he got comfortable and began rising through the ranks, he eventually found himself leading one of the largest organizations in his era, The Viking Security Company, for its final few months of operation. Dean was a man whose name carried weight–in equal parts fear and respect. With that, his 2024 return to Los Santos found him in a place all too familiar—hurting for cash with nothing to his name but a 9mm handgun and a beat-up Hellfire.

To regain footing in the underworld, Dean ran with a high-class cohort. Lots had changed, and he needed to adapt if he hoped to survive. Picking up a set of lockpicks and shop tools, he made easy work of local rides, raking in a healthy nest-egg. He secured a gig at Bayview Auto Centers, putting some of it to paper, where he met a Mr. Christopher Pine, fellow mechanic. Donning a blacked-out sports bike with road leathers to match, Pine keyed Dean into a new crew he was forming with old friends from the Lost Motorcycle Club—a splinter cell called Alliance.

Initially hesitant, Dean agreed to meet up with them. What followed in the month ahead was nothing short of a racquet. It is estimated they cleaned close to two million dollars amongst the small crew, with each member reinvesting into the club to build its image. Dean was in his element once again, holding up cashiers, plotting escape routes for robberies, ducking down beaten paths in hot cars. He thrived.

Dean bought a condo near Bayview, some nice vehicles, a few fancy outfits—the works. Things were starting to feel comfortable, and that is where it all came crashing down.

 

A Tear in the Fabric
Staring into a mirror that clung to his wallpaper, Dean barely recognized what looked back. His hands, stained with the blood of whatever sorry fuck ended up on his list; his eyes, darkened from countless overnight drug runs; his skin, wrinkled, cracked, scarred, by hundreds of fistfights, stabs, slashes, grazes, gunshots.

Nothing fueled his justifications.

He was no longer fighting to survive.

Until the day Dean’s ashes are blessed and spread, nothing will ever redeem the evil he harbinged upon his fellow man, this he knew. Nonetheless, determined to spend what time was left building something that mattered, he picked up the phone, made a call, scheduling a meet with Pine and Ed.

 

Double-Cuffed
Desperately needing a new path but unable to walk away from his crew, Dean approached with the following proposal: let him become a suit, handling the organization’s legal operations. Doing so would allow Alliance to continue their way of life, while he could step into a quieter, but still important role.

A suit requires a sharp eye for detail, an understanding of the layers beneath the surface. Dean offered the club leaders something that no one else had dared: a roadmap to legitimacy. He promised a framework—a series of parent and subsidiary companies that could operate legally while cleaning their money. His plan was pragmatic, designed to work within the city’s complex bureaucracy without drawing too much attention to himself or the club.

At first, people were skeptical. After all, Dean had built his name on brute force, not finesse. As he laid out this blueprint, however, they slowly began to see its potential. Dean knew the system inside out, operating just under the radar, a thread in the rope that tied Los Santos together.

 

Chalk Stripes

Today, Mr. Braxton is on payroll as the club’s legal consultant, first point of contact for all operations of Allied Enterprises. Balancing a double life as a lead-mechanic and the face of a white-collar enterprise, he carries an easiness honed from decades of pain, dealt and felt.

While not a conventional suit, Dean Braxton is precisely the man for the job—a custom-fitted piece, hand-tailored to bridge the worlds of legality and loyalty.

[Woodro]

 

 

The weekend started off strong for Alliance command. Between impromptu car meets, illegal street races, and settling some personal vendettas; they had their hands full. Jess, Chris, and Ed met for lunch to discuss their goals for the week and during their trip to Burger Shot, Ed’s paragon was stolen. They tracked it down to the Observatory with a note from an old acquaintance. This person had already all but threatened Ed’s life earlier in the week and this was the last straw. Chris geared up and met Ed and Jess at Legion where they had tracked the target to. Ed got him in the car under the guise of a friendly discussion and proceeded to drive him back up to the observatory followed closely by Chris and Jess. As soon as they parked, guns were pulled and demands were made. Apologize or take a bullet. Needless to say, no apology was given and Ed, Chris, and Jess all drove back to Mosely’s with a few less bullets in the mag. Not long after, during a practice run of a new track, the gang was pursued by local law enforcement. Jess and Chris got away relatively but multiple units zeroed in on Ed and an epic chase unfolded. Jess jumped into action and planned out a way to help Ed escape. Her and Chris quickly grabbed some spike strips and set up a trap for the cops. As Ed led them to the trap, Jess and Chris were ready to strike. No less than 4 pursuing units drove directly into the spike strip and damaged their vehicles. Although the trap went off perfectly, the gang wasn’t able to shake Air 1 or the remaining units and ended up in DOC despite their best efforts. But they were glad for the chance to stick it to the local police regardless. After serving their time and paying their fines, the crew decided to reach out to friends and the Off Grid race crew for a friendly meet up and race near the airport. This little 6 person group quickly grew to 15 with many others showing up to show off their rides, and socialize with one another. They all learned another new track and got to make some new allies in the racing scene.

 

[MrNeillio]

 

Alliance pulled up to their first proper race event as a crew, hosted by Off Grid. The two teams had been building a solid rapport in recent weeks — no ego, just mutual respect and a shared love for the streets.

The event took place at the DMV track — a tight, unforgiving loop that demanded precision. There was just enough room to be bold, but the concrete didn’t offer second chances. The format was simple: head-to-head eliminations. Win and progress. Lose and you're done. No warmups. No second shots.

Alliance’s roster for the night: Chris, Denver, Gaby, Vahan, and their crew leader Ed.

The opening rounds came fast. Gaby was up early, pushing hard, but narrowly missed out on a win. Denver followed with a promising start, but his car let him down — the performance just wasn’t there on the night. Then came Ed’s turn. It didn’t last long. A misjudged line on the first straight led to a pole, a crash, and a one-way ticket through the windscreen. Not the entrance they’d imagined, to say the least.

Chris managed to flip the momentum. Calm and composed, he secured a clean win in his first race, impressing the crowd with tight lines and smart control. He bowed out in the next round, but his run didn’t go unnoticed. And then there was Vahan — smooth, focused, fast. He carved his way through to the semi-finals, carrying the weight of the crew with him. A crash on a late corner ended his night, but not before he made his mark.

In the end, Alliance didn’t walk away with a trophy. They didn’t even get close. But that was never really the point.

They showed up as a unit. They raced with heart. And in one night, they learned more than weeks of solo sessions could ever teach. Off Grid ran the event well — clean races & good vibes.

There’s still a long road ahead. Plenty to tighten up, plenty to improve. But they left the track, bruised and laughing

[MrNeillio]

 

The sun hung high over Los Santos when Ed Timpson, Christopher Pine, Marco Romero, and Anakin Nixon began their run. Alliance needed parts badly. The club’s operations depended on a steady stream of stripped vehicles to keep the guns and product moving. Without them, connections would dry up fast.

They located two ideal targets parked near Mirror Park. Clean, untouched, and close enough to grab without much heat. Anakin and Marco moved quickly, each taking one vehicle, while Ed and Chris circled nearby in the Kamacho, keeping watch.

It didn’t take long before both cars were accessed and hotwired. The crew rolled out fast, heading north toward Mount Chiliad where the strip-down spot waited, quiet and secluded.

Somewhere along the way, a patrol unit clocked one of the cars. Ed tried to place the Kamacho between the cruiser and the crew, hoping to throw them off. But it didn’t work.

Then, just as suddenly, the cop peeled off. No sirens. No backup. No air unit. It was quiet again. Too quiet.

They got to Chiliad and began tearing the vehicles down. Everything went smooth. Parts off, serials gone, shells ready to disappear.

On the way back into the city, that’s when it started.

A car pulled in behind them as they left chiliad. It didn’t act like a cop, but it didn’t leave either. Just kept following. Every turn they made, it stayed with them. Then came the cruiser… this time marked, this time loud.

The truth came out fast. Ed had left his phone on, GPS broadcasting every move. The police used it to follow them from the start. And Marco? He had a warrant and his phone was on too. Between the two of them, they might as well have left a trail of breadcrumbs.

It was a hard hit. Alliance ran on discipline, on clean jobs. Ed was the one who drilled that into every crew member and now he’d made a mistake even a rookie would be embarrassed by.

He couldn’t even take it out on Marco, not when he’d failed just as badly.

All four ended up in DOC, doing their time, sitting in silence. No one had to say anything. The failure hung in the air heavier than the cell doors closing behind them.

It wasn’t just a bust. It was a stain.

Not a proud day for Alliance.

[MrNeillio]

 

Things had gone quiet over at Alliance. A few members moved on, motivation dropped off, and the crew just kinda stalled. It happens. Life gets busy, and without that same drive, everything slowed down.

But recently, we had a command meeting and made a few changes to get things moving again. Bit of a restructure — Christopher Pine is now Second in Command, and Anakin has stepped up as Gridmaster, taking charge of our racing side. Both solid choices, and it’s already brought some fresh energy back into things.

Gabriel has gone missing — no one’s really sure what happened, but the search hasn’t stopped. He’s still our brother, and we’re hoping he’ll find his way back soon.

For now, though, the focus is simple: keep our heads down, hit the track, set lap times, and earn some cash. No big announcements or trying to make noise — just doing the work and building it back up slowly.

The rebirth starts now. We’re not aiming to be the biggest or loudest — just tight, consistent, and ready for whatever comes next.

Alliance is still here. And we’re just getting started again.

[MrNeillio]

 

Back at the newly refurbished meeting room above the garage, everyone gathered.Ed stood at the head, maps laid out in front of him, flanked by Chris and Anakin. Each person in the room knew what this meant - what they were about to do wasn’t just bold. It was dangerous. But that’s exactly why they were doing it.

The plan came together fast, because there wasn’t much room for error. 

Ed and Kai were on the front - tellers would need to be controlled quickly and cleanly.

Anakin would head through the side, breach the back office, and deal with anyone getting in the way. 

Chris was taking the vault. As soon as the noise started, he'd begin drilling.

Everyone else would wait for the signal, flood in and empty the place.. Speed mattered. 

One scout was all we allowed. Less chatter, less confusion. Marco had the eyes - he’d earned that job.

The target was simple: Grapeseed Bank. Quiet. Isolated.

We rolled in before noon. Parked out back. Masks on. No nerves. When the doors flew open, it was like butter. The tellers didn’t fight it - hands went up before the shouting even got loud. Anakin slipped behind the counter and reappeared a moment later with two unconscious tellers behind him. The drill whirred to life, echoing through the small bank like a warning bell. But no one came.

The vault cracked faster than expected. Once it opened, we moved like a machine - cash shovelled into pockets without hesitation. It felt like we might actually pull it off clean but that didn’t last…

Just as we stepped out into the sun, the unmistakable sound of rotors sliced the air above us. AIR-1. High and circling like a vulture. Then came the sirens.

Ed and Anakin bolted together, heading straight onto Senora Freeway. Behind them, the sound sirens and AIR-1. At Route 68, they split. It was a gamble. One of them would get followed. Neither of them wanted to be the unlucky one.

Turns out, it was Anakin.

Ed peeled off clean, but Anakin had a full parade tailing him. Every unit in the county seemed to be on his back. The crew scrambled, working comms to find a way to help. Bike drops, vehicle switches, interference runs - everyone moved at once.

Chris was waiting at Legion with Sadie when Anakin came flying in, cops swarming behind him. He jumped straight into their car without hesitation, and they peeled off together.

Now it wasn’t just Anakin being followed - it was all three of them.

They led the chase straight to the docks, the noise of sirens bouncing off the shipping containers. The contact was already there, waiting, but there wasn’t time for clean moves. It was messy, fast. They handed off what cash they could in the chaos before things turned sideways.

Sadie got caught first. Chris not long after. Neither of them ran. They knew what they signed up for.

Anakin didn’t stop moving.

He jumped into the water, slipping beneath the surface like a seal. The call came in over comms - he was swimming for it, heading toward Trucker HQ. Ed got back in the driver’s seat, wheels spinning as he aimed for the pickup. But he went the wrong way. The water swallowed Anakin, and when he surfaced, so did a cop - chasing him through the shallows.

As soon as Ed arrived, Anakin climbed into the passenger seat. But the officer was already there. The taser fired, and Ed hit the ground, convulsing next to the open door.

The cop barked orders. Anakin froze - just for a moment - then moved.

He slipped out the door, coming around the side of the vehicle. Ed was up, groggy, but not out. They moved to strike, both lunging. But instead of hitting the cop, they slammed into each other and fell flat.

More units appeared at the edge of the docks. Time had run out.

They scrambled to their feet, breathless. Anakin sprinted to the front and floored it. Ed dove into the back as the CaraCara spun around. The chase was back on - and now it was bigger.

Two Terminuses locked onto them. Anakin tore through the city, weaving between traffic, aiming for higher ground. He veered toward the mountains, full speed. The incline was sharp but he took it anyway.

The first Terminus didn’t make it. One wrong angle and it flipped - rolling down the hill.

The second held on longer, but Anakin was relentless. He rammed it again and again until it lost grip and then joined the first in a long fall.

No one followed them after that.

Up on the ridge, they stopped. Anakin had the cash still. He jumped out, vanished into the trees. Ed switched spots, took the wheel, and drove on. No pursuit. No lights. The worst was over.

He ditched the car, the clothes, and called Kai. The pickup was smooth. Quiet.

Later, when the dust had settled and the stories started flowing, Ed and Anakin were back at Mosleys. Laughing, exhausted, half-covered in scrapes and mud. The crew gathered around, hanging on every detail.

Sadie and Chris were still behind bars.

They'd get the story eventually.

[Woodro]

[center/]

 

 

Back to the Basics Alliance has been embracing their roots the last few weeks and has been grinding away on bank and store robberies. Ed, Anakin, and Kai have quickly made a name for themselves with a streak of successful bank heists. They perfected their 3 man heist technique and have helped the club and its members refill the treasury and line their pockets. The Prodigal Son Returns There are many people that have worked to get Alliance to where it is today. Among those people w few stand out. One in particular is Shaw Carter. Back when Alliance was still an idea, Shaw, Chris, Ed, and Dave were out stacking cash and cars to build the foundation of what see today. And after a long vacation from Los Santos, we get to welcome Shaw back to Alliance with open hours. And not a moment too soon. Stand on Business Ed was recently contacted by some members of SVR with a challenge. A Race for one of our turfs. Winner keeps the turf. “Don’t want to race? We’ll take it another way.” The crew did not appreciate the approach from SVR or the tone of the message. So Ed gave the green light. Looks like we have an altercation on our hands. Anakin, Kai, Ed, Chris, Shaw and the skid marks started tagging. [spoiler/]

 

Edited July 30, 2025 by Woodro0515

[MrNeillio]

[Sniptor]

 

ALLIANCE – SHIFTING GEARS
The latest command meeting wasn’t just another round of small talk and status updates. It was a decision point. The crew had worn the black and blue colors for as long as anyone could remember, but times change - and Alliance needed a new look to match its new energy. White and black. Clean. Sharp. Modern. Something that would stand out without screaming for attention.

The change wouldn’t happen overnight. Little by little, members started showing up with fresh paint jobs - matte whites with black accents, pearlescent sheens that caught the streetlights just right. Outfits began to shift too, from old colors to clean new fits, each member putting their own spin on the look. It was less about uniforms and more about identity - a statement that Alliance was evolving.

And evolve it had. The past few weeks brought a wave of new faces into the fold - some with history in the streets, others fresh to the game but quick to learn. They came for the reputation, stayed for the work, and brought the kind of energy a crew can’t buy.

That work lately? Banks.
Big ones. Small ones. Some that went like clockwork - tight plans, clean getaways, stacks of cash flowing into the faction treasury and into the pockets of those who earned it. Others… well, not every job makes the highlight reel. A few runs ended with flashing lights and steel bars, reminders that in this line of work, one wrong step can turn a payday into a prison sentence.

But win or lose, every job sharpened the crew. Every cut of the profit tied the members tighter. And with a new look on the horizon, fresh blood in the ranks, and a treasury that’s starting to feel heavy again, Alliance isn’t just back on the map - it’s rewriting it.

FLEECA LEGION – THE BIG HIT
This wasn’t some corner-store stickup or a quick dip into a no-name branch. This was Fleeca Legion - the kind of job crews dream about but rarely pull off. Inside that vault sat roughly $650,000 in cash, sixty grand packed into every single locker. Enough to change the year for anyone who got a cut.

Alliance didn’t roll up blind. Real planning went into the job - routes mapped, timings rehearsed, gear checked twice. When the vault doors finally swung open, it wasn’t chaos. It was precision. Every member knew their role. In and out, over and over, hauling stacks from the vault like clockwork while the counter ticked higher and higher.

Ed Timpson’s exit wasn’t a solo escape - it was a crew play. With $120,000 stuffed into his pockets, Ed race through the streets with Air 1, Shinobis, and cruisers hot on his tail. Every turn was pressure, every straight a gamble. Then came the handoff - Shaw waiting at Legion Parking on his bike. One clean jump from car to bike, doors slammed, engine roared, and Shaw threaded them through the city with the kind of driving that leaves the cops cursing in their radios. By the time they regrouped, the chase was done.

By the end of it, the vault was empty. Every last dollar - all $650.000 - stripped clean. This wasn’t a small-time hit. This was the big dogs moving, and the city knew it. The success wasn’t just in the money; it was in the message.

Alliance can pull off the kind of jobs people whisper about. And with pockets heavy and confidence high, they knew this was just the start.

Edited August 12, 2025 by Sniptor

[Toxine]

[kellifoshelli]

Bound by love and adrenaline, Christopher & Sadie thrive both on and off the track.

As partners in life and in their racing crew, every lap they run is a testament to their speed, strategy, and unshakable bond.

Edited August 26, 2025 by kellifoshelli

[MrNeillio]

[Toxine]

[MrNeillio]

[Woodro]

The End of an Era

Last week, our fearless leader Ed Timpson was offered an opportunity that he just couldn’t pass up. So he decided to retire from Mosely’s and hand the reigns of Alliance over to his second in command, Christopher Pine. Mr. Timpson built Alliance from the ground up just over a year ago and never imagined it would bloom into what it is today. He’s left a huge mark on this city and leaves a void that cannot be filled. As much as he will be missed, we wish him success with this new endeavor hope to see him again someday.

 

Return to Form

Alliance has always been about speed since the very beginning. And although we’ve built our reputation on robbing banks in the last few months, we want to remind everyone that Alliance is about racing. So we’re headed back to the streets for group evasions, street takeovers, car meets, and illegal street races. We’re still going to hit banks and stores when we can. And we’ll still be running guns and drugs but, our main focus will be engines again. And we’re looking forward to it.

 

Beat The Heat

Speaking of building rep on robbing banks; Law Enforcement has been coming down hard on Alliance making banks harder and harder to profit from. The pressure is on for the gang to pull off something big before they all put away for good. Lucky for us, Marco has a plan. It’s going to take some serious and some help from a few friends but the take might just be what the gang needs.

 

[Woodro]

Under  New Management 
With the departure of MR. Timpson, Christopher PIne has taken over as the leader of alliance. MAny members have taken opportunities over seas or in other organizations in the city. The rest of the roster is on vacation which leaves Chris, Anakin, Stella, Marcos, and carlos in the city to keep things in order. The lack of Prescence has been felt by eveyone. The whole city is feeling this it seems like. But never the less, we’re going to continue working towards our big score and making ourselves known with some races around the city.

New Command Team
With the recent loss of members, A new command team had to be assembled. Luckily Chris had some reliable members who were willing to step up and keep things running. 
Stella Dolga Was promoted to Clutch and she definitely earned it. Anakin Nixon shifted from bankshot to a new command position, driftking and Marco Romero stepped into the bankshot role. And finally Martin Slaguns and carlos graham were both promoted to shotcaller. They’re all eager and ready to take over the city.

The Big Plan
Alliance has been steadily preparing to try and carry out Marco’s Big score and it has proven to be a challenge to say the least. Everyday we get a little closer to our goal and hopefully it will all pay off. Maybe the payout from this job will be enough to allow the gang to finally open up a new mechanic shop in town so they can do what they really love.. We shall see.

 

 

[Sukun]

 

 

 

Spoiler

Alliance — Final Prep Time is ticking. The longest day of our lives is approaching and the plans are set — everyone is ready. After nearly two weeks of planning and working through every detail, everything is finally in place. Alliance has crafted a plan that, with the help of Los Locos, should be foolproof. During this period most Alliance members laid low, disappearing from sight to preserve resources before we put everything on the line. To avoid raising suspicion, a few of us remained visible, carrying out routine activities like chopping, small bank jobs, and gang meetups with groups such as Waterfelons and High Rollers. Every action taken over the past weeks was done with the big score in mind, to make sure that when the day comes, nothing is left to chance. All of this was done so Alliance comes through stronger than ever. Stay sharp, trust the plan, and trust each other — we’ll make this one count. See you at the rendezvous.

Edited November 6, 2025 by Sukun

[Sukun]

Spoiler

Alliance — Aftermath

The job is done — and despite a few bumps along the way, Alliance walks away victorious.

With the combined support of Bratva and the Midnight Club, the operation kicked off smoothly. We pushed into the bank immediately, securing the hostages and ensuring full compliance. Any guards who tried to make a move were quickly shut down as the crew began the main phase of the heist.

Outside, our construction crew was staged near the tunnel planned to run toward the vault. Unfortunately, police units moved faster than expected and detained the entire team before they could complete their part. Even with that setback, the inside crew adapted perfectly.

Under the leadership of Christopher Pine, the team inside the bank broke into the vault and loaded the bags with cash. Once the money was secured, the hostages were dressed in outfits identical to ours — a contingency planned well in advance — while Marco kept negotiations running smoothly at the front.

When the signal came from Chris, Midnight Club — led by Drake Hunter — deployed radio jammers, cutting off police communication entirely. What followed was pure chaos outside: the Midnight racing crew unleashed a wave of mayhem, drawing attention and disorienting every unit on scene.

In that carefully engineered confusion, the bank team slipped out with the bags, jumped into the getaway vehicles, and disappeared before anyone even realized what happened.

We did take a small hit — one bag was somehow compromised by the police — but the damage is manageable. In the end, every member made it out alive, and the score is still massive.

Alliance stands strong.
The plan worked.
And this is only the beginning.

 

[Woodro]

 

 

 

The bank heist had put a lot of heat on Alliance so they all decided to stay under the radar and remain lowkey until after the holidays. Some flew out to visit family out of state. Some kept up with their typical antics. Either way, the heat was dying down and with the new year on the horizon, something big was coming.

 

[Sukun]

Spoiler

Alliance — A New Chapter

After the holiday period, Alliance returned to the city reenergized and stronger than ever. Familiar faces stepped back into the streets, and alongside them came new blood ready to prove themselves: BobbyLee Schwartz, Jimmi Jones, Jerry Bickenford, and Joseph Johanson. Their arrival marked the beginning of a new chapter for the crew.

These new members bring with them extensive experience from their past lives, and with that experience comes a renewed sense of discipline. Strictness and efficiency have been reintroduced into Alliance operations, raising standards across the board and ensuring every move is deliberate and calculated.

With the expansion of our ranks, Alliance activity quickly surged. Multiple bank hits were carried out, drug cooks were re-established, and vehicle chops ran steadily — all generating funds that are being funneled directly into the treasury. At the same time, the command team has been working tirelessly behind the scenes, organizing meetings with other gangs to ensure business remains stable, structured, and profitable.

Momentum is building, and the results are already visible. Alliance is on the verge of reaching new heights, and this is only the beginning. There is no slowing down, no backing off — only forward movement.

The city is changing.
Alliance is rising.

 

Edited January 10 by Sukun

[Sukun]

Spoiler

Alliance — Momentum in Motion

Alliance activity across the city has continued to intensify. Members have been holding labs, racing through the streets, and causing controlled chaos wherever we move. The streets are alive again, and Alliance presence is being felt on every level.

Alongside this momentum, new recruits have joined the roster, strengthening our numbers and reinforcing our structure. In recognition of his unwavering dedication and commitment, Jimmi Jones has been promoted to Second-in-Command — a well-earned step that reflects both loyalty and leadership.

Alliance also hosted a marathon racing event, kicking off from Mosley’s Auto Shop, running all the way up to the Casino, and finishing back at Mosley’s. After a hard-fought run, Ray Vance crossed the line first and secured the win, marking the event as a major success for the crew.

Following the race, Alliance met with the newly formed Section 12 (S12), led by Sico and Engjell Bashkimi, a group with whom we share a strong and positive relationship. The meeting focused on establishing relations, discussing mutual interests, and ensuring that everyone remains on solid ground moving forward.

The momentum hasn’t slowed — if anything, it’s accelerating. Alliance continues to grow, adapt, and dominate.

We’re moving forward.
And we’re only going up from here.

 

[Woodro]

 

 

The week started off relatively quiet, with little major activity at first. That changed late one night when Meridian sent out a message about a meet-up. Carlos and Anakin were the only ones who initially received the text, so we believed it would be a smaller meeting. Shortly after arriving we realized nearly every gang in the city had been called to the same location, turning it into a much larger situation than expected.

Our objective was to assist Meridian in securing high-value packages before LSPD could intervene. The scale of the turnout added pressure, but coordination remained solid as groups moved with a shared purpose.

Later on, we linked up with Shadows for a more relaxed get-together, back to our roots of racing. raced scrapyard cars through the city. After word got out, police attempted to shut the event down, but everyone had planned on this, using the racing skills we have was no match for LSPD.

Alliance also hosted a marathon racing event, kicking off from Mosley’s Auto Shop, running all the way up to the Casino, and finishing back at Mosley’s. After a hard-fought run, Ray Vance crossed the line first and secured the win, marking the event as a major success for the crew.

After laying low for a while, it was back to business — focusing on drug production to keep supply moving throughout Los Santos.

Started quiet, moved smart, and when the pressure hit, we didn’t fold — we adapted and stayed ahead

 

 

[Woodro]

 

 

Building Ranks

Alliance has been steadily growing in numbers over the past month. The command team has been dedicated to finding quality members who have been showing some true dedication to the club and what we stand for.

Causing Chaos

From orchestrated group evasions, bank robberies, or attempted murders in the benny’s parking Lot, Alliance has been dedicated to putting their mark on the city. we’ve even started having presence in labs, which is something we haven’t prioritized until now. With a full roster, our operations just keep expanding with no end in sight.

Back To The Streets

On the flip side of things, the racing amongst members has been more frequent than ever before. The love for car culture has been infectious and has drawn in some of the best drivers in the city. With a car show on the horizon and plans for a lot more city wide race events, Alliance is excited to see what the future holds.

Edited March 25 by Woodro0515
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[Woodro]

 

 

 

Allied Racing League

Marco, Christopher, and rest of the gearheaded members of alliance have recently launched the allied racing league. waver races, underground car meets, street takeovers, and more are on the horizion. Texts are being sent out and only the chosen few get invited. Only time will tell who the best in town is.

Scarlett Returns

After spending some time away in Liberty City, Scarlett Pine found her way back home. All of alliance was thrilled to see her back, SCarlett had so much enthusiasm about coming back that she decided to kidnap her husband and took him on a tour of her favorite spots. Welcome back Scribble!

New Cars, New City

Recently gov made a deal with some prominent car Companies making it possible to import some seriously powerful vehicles. The elegy rh7 and the Sunrise especially caught alliance’s attention, and not just because of the anime liveries. Los SAntos wont be the same after this.

[Woodro]

 

 

Edited Friday at 01:43 AM by Woodro
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