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May, 23 The office the president of the EAU.
The current president of the Situ Qin was reading the newspaper when he heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" he called out.
"It is Bao Tai" the man knocking on the door responded. "I have important news."
The President replied "Come in. I always enjoy a visit from my Minister of Foreign Affairs. What important information do you have for me?"
"Watch this." the MoFA said as he placed an Ipad on the table. It was showing a youtube video in a playlist called UAR Repression of Muslims . It showed a scene in which protesters were requested-no ordered- to stop firing within ten seconds by an aircraft with loud speakers. After ten seconds, only a few people had escaped and the plane started firing into the mostly peaceful crowd. The aircraft, which had the markings of an UAR military plane, was then hit by an RPG. The film takers were then heard cheering as the video ended.The President then got up of out of his chair and put his face in his hands. He asked his MoFA " what should we do? How do we respond to this? The UAR is an ally but we cannot allow them to slaughter their own people. What to do, what to do?"
"I think we should contact other nations and see how they will respond." the MoFA suggested. The president then walked over to the phone. He dials the number for thew Holy Islamic Caliphate's embassy((you would have one, right?)) and say"Hello. This is the president of the EAU and I request to speak to the Caliph."
Casablanca UARCommand, Late Evening "What should we do, Director. The Muslims are demanding rights that would destroy everything the UAR worked for." The Navy General is still calm, as he always is. The aging Director looked at the Director of Foreign Affairs. "We need the Navy to make a show. Also, bring in a armor division of Sahari tanks, and a truck with speakers. We'll ask the Muslims for a leader, and we will talk. Firing upon us will make us fire upon them. Do it, Generals." The Director of Trade and Military Affairs seemed older than he actually is. He is only 30 something, but he looks 50 something.
Same city, Sector 2, "Riot Outbreak Area" The Sahari tanks moved in through the widest streets, where they had plenty of room to maneuver their turrets. The crowd parted for them, and squads of soldiers walked next to the tanks. a truck in the middle of the convoy stopped, and so did the rest of the convoy. A man stepped out, and walked towards the crowd. A man in the crowd stepped forward, raising a pistol to the UAR man's head. "Stop right there, Director. You oppress us, no rights for us. We want more freedom. Like America." The rioter's voice is harsh, hoarse. "I understand that. That is why I am here. Shall we come talk? I am American, after all. Come talk, but should you fire upon us, we will fire upon you. If we absolutely must, we will level the city to keep the whole of Africa subdued." The Director's words were calm, impassive. So were his body language. The rioter grunted, and walked past the Director, going to the back of the truck and climbing in, and the Director followed.
[17 Minutes Later] The rioter stepped out of the back of the truck, smiling, happy. The Director came out behind them, and sent the rioter off to give the Muslims their news. After not even 5 minutes, all the Muslims surrounding the convoy were cheering, and then the convoy started leaving, and the UAR is about to lose a whole lot of time and money.
UAR-Sponsored News Network 20 After the riot at Sector 2 in Casablanca, the capitol of the UAR, the UAR's Director agreed to terms set by the Muslim's leader. Surprisingly, there was not further bloodshed, despite the loss of nearly 650 people while a FA-1 was sent out to try to subdue the Muslims, the Colonel flying it did not give adequate time to disperse. The UAR is planning on beginning construction for a whole new city, for the people of Africa alike. A new Council is being made, where the people elect leaders to be in the Public Council, which will have a say in all the decisions of the UAR. The Rioter's leader met with the Director, giving terms, that, with a little adjusting, were agreed upon. The Director knew from history that the people usually won, and so he agreed upon the terms, even though it may crash the production of the military and trade vehicles and items. All the people of the UAR have the following rights and 'upgrades:'
All the people that has a bad job and a bad house, or lives in a ghetto will be getting a new house to live in, with enough bedrooms for all.
Trains will be set up along the coast for faster trade and transport to other cities
Trains and ships are going to be regularly carrying fresh water to all places, so as to lessen the risk of death
Medicine and cures will be given to the people so as to keep sickness and disease at bay.
Churches for all religions are being built, depending on the size of the religion population.
People can now speak freely, print freely, and celebrate whenever, wherever, they want, as long as they purchase a permit for doing so, which are cheap.
All the jobs in the UAR claimed territory will have higher salaries and benefits
Can vote for people on the Council of Representation(Public Council)
Trial by peers and you are innocent until proven guilty
Soldiers and police can no longer enter your home without permission from you or a permit from the UARCC.
The UAR has claimed that even though the UAR may become very much poorer, it will not be replaced, and they believe that overall, the decisions will be better. The UAR is planning on making a 'African America.' The UAR Does not want to repeat mistakes made in the past, and the UAR certainly believes that if the people wanted to, they could destroy the UAR.
Trade Conference THIS WEEK The UARCommand has confirmed that the Trade Conference WILL BE THIS WEEK. The UAR is already ready for the people to start coming in, and the Muslims are satisfied for now. Currently the UAR has adopted the Muslim religion as it's MAIN RELIGION. There is still religious freedom, but the Muslims are being told not to mess with other religions.
Baghdad, Iraq, Holy Islamic Caliphate May 23, 2021
Al-Narab was pacing in his office and gazing at a monitor playing a video of a frantic firefight in Casablanca. A Muslim ghetto had risen up against the UAR in the wake of the Casablanca Massacres, and the populace there had been taking advantage of the Internet to show the world its plight. Hundreds of videos had been uploaded of street riots and killings, the most disturbing one was of several dozen injured Muslims laying in a ditch right in front of a hospital after being refused service. A few good samaritans tried to reach the injured, but a heavy police guard shot at them and forced them back into cover. While the Caliphate was having issues with UAR civil rights policies, this event would require intervention.
The recent month had been a busy one: the NRO, Ethiopia, and now the UAR. It seemed like everyone west of the Caliphate was causing trouble. Al-Narab certainly didn't want a war with the NRO or Ethiopians, but he boiled with rage when he saw the conditions the Muslims were in over at the UAR. While al-Narab tried to remain rational, all of his instincts told him to retaliate against the UAR forcefully, to show them that they were not allowed to treat people that way. Obviously, protests and riots weren't going to do it. And as al-Narab continued pacing, thinking of a plan, a knock came to his door.
"Come in," he ordered gruffly. A second later, the door opened and a member of the staff stumbled in, clutching a sheet of paper.
"Sir, the EAU has contacted our embassy there. They want to speak with you?"
"Who?" asked the Caliph as he stopped and looked at the aide.
"The president and their foreign affairs minister, sir." The aide held up the sheet of paper from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which detailed the reasons and the parties involved. The Caliph strode over to take a look at it, and quickly ran his eyes over it. "Connect me," he said, and then went for his desk to pick up the plastic black phone.
"Hello? Communications? This is the Caliph," al-Narab explained instantly. "I understand there is a call for me from the president of the EAU."
"Yes, sir. Let me patch you in," came the reply from a communications expert.
"Thank you."
The line clicked and went silent for a few moments. As al-Narab waited nervously to connect with the president, all sorts of thoughts were flowing through his head: what do they want? How should I handle this? What is the best course of action? Al-Narab then realized that the aide was still there. He dismissed the man, and continued waiting for the phone. Beads of sweat dripped down his face as he was left alone to think about the situation. Half a minute passed until the line clicked back on, and the EAU leader greeted a hello.
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"Hello, Caliph. I have called concerning recent events in the UAR. They are one of our closest allies and we will support them. However, I find their recent acts against the Muslims in the UAR horrible. I am assuming you feel the same way too. I have contacted you to discuss the proper course of action that our nations should take regarding these events. I do not want a war, all it will do is make things worse. On the other hand we cannot allow the UAR to continue treating its Muslim poplulation like this. We need to find a solution to this problem soon before it cause a civil war in the UAR." the president then looked to his MoFA as he waited for the Caliph to respond.
May 23, 2021, Warsaw Hilton Convention Centre
For the second time in a matter of weeks, the UEEMN President gathered hundreds of journalists in the Warsaw Hilton convention centre, long ago purchased by the UEEMN government for such conferences. Almost immediately as President Lechoslaw walked onto the stage, it was obvious that whatever he was going to discuss he was extremely unhappy about. He spoke as soon as he reached the podium. "After running these policies through the UEEMN Council, we have decided to act upon the atrocities taking place in the UAR in accordance with the following: 1.Trade tariffs with the UAR will be doubled to 10% until the situation is resolved and the UAR issues a formal apology to the world for their slaughter of protesters. 2. The UEEMN will not be attending the UAR trade conference, although we will be happy to discuss trade with other nations in their own capitols. And finally, the UEEMN's government, including myself, would like to announce its support for those who are being wronged by the UAR, although we are not at the point of military intervention."
Gujrat, Pakistan, Holy Islamic Caliphate May 24, 2021
Mohammad stood in the living room with his parents as a political talk show played through the family TV. He had been getting up to date on current events, especially what was going on in the "Mediterranean Crisis", a series of destabilizing events that threatened to topple the UAR and NRO governments on the western side of the Mediterranean. It was rapidly becoming apparent that there might be military action in one way or another. Mohammad gazed in interest at the TV, where two men sat in front of a blank wall, discussing the situation. One, a well-known Armenian political analyst by the name of Serzh Kavrosian, was clashing with Ismael al-Kafta, another analyst with a different view of the situation.
"My point, Ismael," Kavrosian stated, "is that the UAR government has proven its ineptitude many times over during the past month! I mean, they've been very quick to jump on the violence bandwagon, they've gunned down a civil rights protest without giving much thought about-"
"The pilot was trigger happy, Mr. Kavrosian!" al-Kafta protested. "The UAR didn't want to kill them, the pilot did."
"Might I ask why they sent out a known trigger-happy pilot to deal with protestors?"
"They believed that the protest was violent," al-Kafta defended.
"If you've seen the videos of the protest, you know as well as I do that the ones actively shooting guns were a minority, and that protestors were attempting to restrain them."
"But they did have RPGs, Mr. Kavrosian. How can you explain that?"
"They were a vigilante group that had taken the responsibility of defending the protest. They were not going to be the ones to strike first. They only retaliated after the massacre."
"But why would they feel compelled to go armed to a protest anyways?"
"Because the government has previously cracked down on protests! Remember the November 19th ones back in 2018? They killed four protestors and injured twenty in Mali."
Mohammad watched the two men argue for a few minutes, until the host kindly reminded them: "Let's get back on track, shall we?"
Kavrosian leaned back up in his chair and appeared to take a deep breath. "My original point," he said again, "is that the UAR needs to have a complete overhaul of their leadership and political scene. Their current administration has nearly caused two wars, and is angering many people. There are still street protests in Morocco, and even in the south the tribesmen are angry about the shootings there a few weeks ago. They've been throwing out poorly-planned ideas, one after the other, hoping they'll stick, but they don't. And when the international community disapproves of their actions, specifically the Caliphate, they try to put on big shows with their military and threaten war if we intervene. It's like they don't want us to help them, and that will lead them on the path to self-destruction."
The host of the show nodded at Kavrosian. "Thank you, Mr. Kavrosian. Your response, Mr. al-Khafa?"
Al-Khafa thanked the host, and then started talking: "The UAR indeed does need to change its policies, but not in the ways you're talking about. You seem to think that an invasion would help, but it won't. That will just reinforce UAR opinion of Muslims, and I know there is a lot of Islamaphobia going on, especially in the south. We need to strongly coerce the government into stepping back and rethinking its stance, maybe becoming a bit more rational."
"Because right now it's looking like North Korea of old," Kavrosian agreed.
"Correct. North Korea was a heavily armed country with an incompetent leader. While I do not believe the key UAR leadership is incompetent, I think that sometimes their plans don't work out as well in real life as they do on paper."
"Ismael, they surely won't listen to us if we tell them they're wrong. You know this, correct? We need to be forceful about this, but war is not the answer. We need to make them hurt a little, like slapping someone on the wrist. Perhaps we should embargo them for a few months."
"An embargo on the UAR would be a bad situation for the developing infrastructure. Their construction efforts would grind to a halt, and they would quickly submerge in debt."
"It would teach them the lesson they need to learn," insisted Kavrosian.
The host, lurking in back of the two, came back into the spotlight: "Well, that's all we have for right now. Stay tuned during the break. This is The Hotspot, and I'm Mohammad Rashtan."
The sun bore down onto the holy city. Sheltered in the shade of the cliffs the boy Sahle sat in silent isolation. In the dust and dirt he absently drew patterns with a rigid stick. Sweeping it from side-to-side, he carved thin lines. The rocks moved to the side, then swept over again as the stick made a second pass over the ground. Around him, the daily shuffling of affairs carried on, but muted to him. Ghosts still sang.
His shallow broken interest kept up from noticing the raged pair of boots that fell alongside him. Heavy and busted, they were patched over heavily with tar and leather. The scratches and scrapes of conflict and patrol wore on the surface. The boy did not notice them. Not until its owner spoke.
"I heard one of the priests say progress had been made." the familiar deep grumbling of the man said as he knelt down alongside of him, "Said you had stopped hiding in the corners of the churches. I see you just traded out for new shade."
Sahle looked up at Kelile with a blank distant look. The bedraggled soldier bit on his lip, and nodded. "I see," the Dejazmach said, "It has been months since you had come to us. It would help if you told your story. Don't you think?"
Sahle kept his silence. His eyes drifting down from the commander's face to the battered and frayed ends on his uniform. He laughed, "Don't worry yourself." he said, "I am responsible for plenty blood being spilled. But assure you, none of it was related to you. What tribe do you identify with then?"
Sahle turned his face away and back to the dirt.
"You must have one." Kelile continued, "It has defined the nation for eons. It has defined all of Africa for generations and thousands of years. The drawing of lines on the maps have not changed that."
Like a rock wall Sahle kept to himself. Kelile laughed heartily. "How I could use men like you!" he cheered, "They can see all, and hear everything. But not speak a word of it." Looking at Sahle Kelile's expression dropped and darkened. Adding slowly he said: "But, I say that what you experience is not healthy. Men have been driven to madness keeping themselves bottled up. I know shell shock when I see it boy. You should probably let it out someday."
Sahle held his tongue. He felt he could say what had happened. Recount the ambush. But a miserable vice kept his tongue solid, and mouth closed.
"You'll know where you can find me." the Dejazmach said standing up, "Just say the word, and I can work on getting the revenge you want."
With that, he turned and walked off into the sun. His locks hanging over his shoulders in great chords. A head of snakes.
When Mr.Phan arrived at Bangkok from Saigon (formerly Ho Chi Minh City, renamed to its original name after the plague and when the Communist was attacked and overthrown.), he thought it'll be a fairly normal buisness trip. The truth was exactly the opposite.
"The governments deciding to leave us in ruins, starting a war just like that!"
"A tribute would've been better."
"They think they'll beat their neighboring country so easily. They're arrogant, those people."
He sighed. It was about the war. After three long days, they were finally able to drive CCP out of Singapore. It was listed that 591 RSEA soldiers died in the battle, along with 31 unfortunate civilians who has been somewhat shot during that battle, but the government said the number of soldiers that died on the opposing side was nearly as twice as their deaths. Not very much people were sure, however. Like one protestor said right now as he heard while enjoying his hotel breakfast, "The number of deaths didn't matter to the government anyway, they might be enjoying all of this in their chairs."
There were evidently rival opinions. Some had a honor of serving the country, and nearly 2,000 men have signed up, before and during the war. They also had optimistic goals in their minds, apparently, claiming that they'll "devastate CCP with swift speed". It was true; the government wasn't thinking of just taking back their land now. They were going to take as much of CCP as a retaliation.
Mr. Phan didn't taking sides in this waging war. He didn't much care, anyway. Unfortunately for him, he lost his appetite, and couldn't eat any more of his breakfast.
UAR Commander Center, outside of Casablanca, recorded and publicly broadcasted "I, and the other Directors of Research, Foreign Affairs, and most of the other major Directors are stepping down from our rank, and letting the new, publicly elected and intelligent replacements replace us. I, Director of Military and Trade, will resign from my military status, and give all permission to all UAR projects to the replacements." The Director turned from the podium in which he was standing at to speak to the crowd of officials - both new and old - and the other directors followed him. The replacements took their place, and the UAR government has changed.
First Meeting, New Officials "I believe that old TMD had the right idea, if someone was planning to attack us that is. Delta project? Cancel it, it will be drain on resources. And we should just lower price, cancel the plans for a new city. Lower prices for resources and food, and increase food trade and we need to make better water sanitation facilities. And increase the amount of miners. Make it profitable to be a miner. Everyone agree?" The other New Directors nodded their heads, and the new Research Director said, "Perhaps we should make research better mining tech and weaponry? I think with what resources they already had put down for research should be enough for some new stuff."
Casablanca, Several hours after the Stepping Down ceremony. The Director went home. He had packed up his stuff, and went to the small apartment he kept for times he got to rest. This time he wasn't being watched so he would be safe. This time he could easily be killed. He opened his apartment door, and went to the window. And he got a bad feeling. He scanned the rooftops, and then he saw what gave him that feeling. There, right on the highest building, is a sniper. He had been watching him right through his window, and the Director could barely make out the sniper's small smile that flicked across his face, and then the gun kicked, not a sound coming from it, and the Director is thrown back from the window, glass shattering, and he falls, lifeless, onto his floor.
Trade and Education The new UAR Command has decided that they will increase trade for food(grains, fruits, etc.) and there is construction on new water-sanitation plants, and on the Education note, After going to school, public or private, from ages 4-16, you are required to serve in the military -learn how to shoot, discipline, etc.- for at least 1 year.
Two days ago, the dictator of Kazakstan, Golirgen Blerhiand, in a public display of violence, had seventy childeren whipped by officials. He had apparently suspected the childeren's parents to be part of a rebellion uprising, and in an unethical display of force, harmed innocent childeren as thus. It is still unknown if this "uprising" had even existed. --World Events Magazine, June 2021.
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Two days ago, the dictator of Kazakstan, Golirgen Blerhiand, in a public display of violence, had seventy childeren whipped by officials. He had apparently suspected the childeren's parents to be part of a rebellion uprising, and in an unethical display of force, harmed innocent childeren as thus. It is still unknown if this "uprising" had even existed. --World Events Magazine, June 2021.
[To: All] [From: OldUARCommand] [Subject: UAR Gov. Replacement & Official Apology] [The New UAR Command would like to formally and personally apologize for the violence at the Civil Rights Riot. Us, the Directors of old of the UARCommand, has posted the recording of our orders to the Colonel and the discussion that followed it, proving that we did NOT order or suggest that he give so little time. "Colonel, proceed to Riot and subdue the population. We want no violence, just scare them into hiding. Fire at the buildings, but DO NOT fire upon the populous That could mean distrust against us, and the Caliph might attack on the Muslim's behalf." "Roger, Command. Non-violence action and subjection of the populous. ETA 2 minutes." "Roger, Command Out." The UAR is lowering ALL tariffs to 4%, and all tariff with nations that have been trading with us is down to 0%. That is all we know, and now the NewUARCommand is in control. The change in leadership had been planned ahead of time, just to let you know.]
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There was a crowd of reporters gathered as the president begin to speak about the change in leadership in the UAR. He held up his hand and the crowd became silent."I in no way support the violence and repression of the Muslims in the UAR. With the change of leadership I hope this may change. In an effort to cause this change, we shall place a 5% tariff on UAR goods until all citizens are given equal rights. We hope that the new government will be friendly to us; however we will not accept any more prosecution in the UAR. We will still have delegates attend the trade conference and they will show the UAR that we mean there will be tariffs until they give equal rights to all citizens." The president than stepped down from the podium as the reporters started to ask questions.
((The citizen rights have been granted. They were granted with the new government, prices for resources have been lowered in-nation so that people can upgrade their homes better, and all that stuff. People can vote and all that, theres a representative council with people elected by the people.Sorry for posting this in RP, but no one looked at the post in the OOC about this.))
((The citizen rights have been granted. They were granted with the new government, prices for resources have been lowered in-nation so that people can upgrade their homes better, and all that stuff. People can vote and all that, theres a representative council with people elected by the people.Sorry for posting this in RP, but no one looked at the post in the OOC about this.))
(( the EAU will need to see this in action like new elections or something like that.))
The airport in the city was locked down in response to the massive rioting that was occurring in the city, which made it a pain in the ass for the journalists to pass through. Eventually, they bought airline tickets from Cairo to Casablanca at a hugely inflated price, and were subjected to a full pat-down and background check immediately after stepping out of the decrepit Boing 747 painted in African Airlines livery. The team consisted of a Pakistani reporter, the attractive Elwsya Takha, and two technical operators of Somali descent. They worked for Al-Jazeera, the prestigious Arab news agency, and were given the task of reporting the situation in the UAR. Armed with their cameras and green bulletproof vests reading: "JOURNALIST", they were quickly sent on their way by the UAR Army guard at the airport.
The team hired a taxi to transport them to the Casablanca Marriott, one of the nicer hotels in the city, with their gear and luggage. The trip ended up costing the equivalent of 43 riyals, and left the team standing in front of the fenced hotel. The team slowly made their way inside, going to their pre-purchased hotel rooms and making calls home telling family that they made it, and that they were safe. The rest of the day was spent arranging the hotel rooms to their liking and getting set in the new accommodations that would be their homes for the foreseeable future as Al-Jazeera correspondents. That was yesterday, and now the reporters were making their way down a smoky street in a van emblazoned with the Al-Jazeera logo, looking for the protest in the area.
The driver of the van, a Congolese man named Joseph, drove slowly through the thick, acrid smoke. Massive tire-fires were raging all around the city, flooding the streets and impairing vision. Occasionally, gunshots were heard, or car alarms or breaking glass. Sometimes a combination of the three. One of the Somali cameramen, Abdi, cringed whenever he heard the familiar sound of an AK-47 going off: while he didn't talk about it, he lived in Mogadishu during the 1993 civil war, and watched his uncle die when a US Army Ranger shot him dead in the street while looking for Mohammad Farrah Aidid's lieutenants. The other Somali remained stoic in the face of this danger, quite possibly as a facade to impress Elwsya.
After a few more minutes of driving, Joseph stopped the van and turned off the engine. "We're here," he announced. Outside of the thin aluminum walls, Elwsya heard heated chanting and yelling.
"Thanks, Joseph," Elwsya said to the driver. "You'll go back at the hotel, no?"
"Heh," came the driver, "As long as you keep paying me."
Elwsya returned his smile. "We will."
Abdi then opened the doors of the van, exposing the brightly lit sandy streets, and flooding the van with the acrid smell of burning rubber. Elwsya crinkled her nose as she jumped out with the microphone, while the third Somali, Mohammad, followed with a camera. Some of the rioters started to notice the journalists, but most either didn't care or weren't paying attention. The reporters quickly jogged from the van, now rolling quickly away, into the midst of the crowd. The noisiness of the crowd surprised Elwsya: she thought the UAR's frantic apologies and gifts would have stopped the rioting by now, but the crowd continued, feverishly as ever.
After a few minutes of searching, the team came to the site of a tire-burning. Several masked men stood around a burning pile of tires in a parking lot filled with windowless and wheelless cars. Glass was scattered all over, and several plastic jerry cans lay empty nearby. About a dozen masked men danced around the fire, chanting: "Death to the UAR!" over and over again. Mohammad was getting all of this on film, grinning at the perfect shots he was getting. Elwsya looked around at the rioters, some of whom were holding signs written in sloppy Arabic calling for the release of protestors or for equal civil rights. Many were screaming angrily at the riot police ahead, forming a wall with riot shields in front of an APC fitted with a machine gun.
Elwsya continued looking in awe at the situation until she began to hear something: "Hey, reporter!" someone called, "Look at this!"
Mohammad and Elwsya both pivoted around to see a group of half-naked men in masks, one with a UAR flag and a few others with matches. They waved at the camera, and then proceeded to set the flag on fire. For a few minutes, they waved the burning flag high in the air, and then threw it on the ground and proceeded to stomp the flames out. When the smoke cleared, a burned and disfigured flag remained, whereupon several children came from the building behind and started beating it with their shoes. Because shoes were unclean, this was a sign of utmost disrespect. Similarly, shoes were being thrown at riot police nearby.
Elwsya decided that it was time to make her interview, and nervously approached the man who seemed to be the leader of the flag burning group, who was busy readying another flag to burn. He saw Elwsya come at him in the midst of the commotion and greeted her. "Good afternoon, reporter!" he said in a thick African accent.
"Good afternoon, sir," Elwsya began. "Would you mind telling us what you think of this situation? I'm with Al-Jazeera."
"Ah, I love Al-Jazeera! I listen to it every morning on the radio," he exclaimed cheerily.
Elwsya laughed, and so did the man. "Would you mind sounding a little bit angrier?" she asked with a grin.
"Aha! I cannot be interviewed with good spirit?" he replied.
"No, no," Elwsya explained. "Viewers will think it's odd that a flag burner is sounding cheerful."
"Heh, heh," the man chuckled. He then switched his tone to a more angry one: "Like this?"
"Yes, yes... Are you an actor, by any chance?" Elwsya asked after the man demonstrated his switch of mood so quickly.
"No, not professionally. I used to perform in school plays, if that counts."
"Surely, it does. But let's get on with the interview."
"Yes, yes," the man replied. He then reached down the his feet and grabbed a nearby AK-47, and then held it with one hand over his shoulder. The resemblance to so many other terrorists or rioters was undeniable.
"The UAR oppresses our people, our families, our religion!" he exclaimed angrily: "They say they want to give us rights, but they shot many people! I think they are lying! They just want us to stop threatening them because they can't take it! They know they can't! But once we become pleased by their half-baked policies, they will take back our rights again! Rise up, brothers and sisters, against the unjust UAR government! Demand change! Force it, if need be! Their supposed 'official changes' won't do a thing! They are just replacing evil with other evil! We must demand a total reform of the UAR government, for the equality of us and all others! Remember the Muslims! Remember the tribesmen! They are massacring everyone who does not go with their twisted and perverted ideals!"
((Quit controlling other people's nations, the army isn't out on the streets, nor are there APCs with machine guns or riot police. The UAR is leaving people to their own in the streets. Threatening government buildings or the lives of people, they will step in. Quit controlling other's militaries Evan)) Outside Casablanca, New UAR Command, Communication room
"It seems that our people do not believe we are now in command? We passed the rights, and we are about to make things a whole lot better." The new Public Relations Director looked at the screen of the news casters, coming from the Caliphate. "Radio silence. Foreigners in our land advertising everything. I will not take it!" The new Director of the Military got up, and he happened to be the one who had killed the rogue FA-1 pilot, the Colonel. "We cannot relocate them to better homes and places, they will get really angry. So it would be if we tried to rebuild their homes. Resources are easily accessable, and jobs pay more. They can vote for people to be on the new Council of Representation. I want those reporters out of UAR land. Call those APC and riot control soldiers to take them back to their hotel." The other Directors nodded, most of them Muslim, but none of them wanted to bring down the UAR. They knew that if they brought it down everything that they worked for would be all for naught. The ones before them that is. "I had been looking over the UAR military numbers. I am bringing in the Navy. The airships hovering over the city will subdue them a bit. We need to make new, better housing too." The Director of Construction nodded his agreement. "Lets make some changes.
UAR Public Poll:
What do you want most? (Pick numbers)
Better housing(Requires your cooperation for us to rebuild it)
Better food and water(requires more workers to make better food and water)
More rights(You already have lots of the rights that you were all going for before)
Casablanca News
The Civil Rights Riot has gone into a full-scale riot, the people everywhere in the UAR claimed territorry going beserk, destroying everything, absolutely EVERYTHING the UAR has done. The mines have been filled with trash and UAR flags, the Command Center has been breached, the military has been destroyed, and the only that is left is the Navy, floating high above the conflict, firing down on the people as they destroyed bases and armed themselves firing wildly, killing both UAR officials and soldiers and their own alike. A Tank-class airship is the only one to fall, and it landed in a concentrated mass of people, incinerating a total of nearly 3,150 people. The UAR has fallen, the people has gone berserk, and everything that the UAR has done for the country has been reversed, and a extremely secret biochemical lab had been found and a new sickness beginning to spread. Without any real leaders, the riot has developed into a literal 'people's army' destroying everything, setting their technology back to before World War 3 and the Plague, making Africa a wasteland. Tank-meat factories are destroyed, anti-sea cannons are being fired at any ships coming close, and the people are destroying whatever they can, lowering their chances of survival to a minimal amount. Without outside aid, no one will survive. With outsider aid, some will, but most won't. The leaders of different tribes are trying to rally people, but they are getting shot if they try to, and the people are just going crazy, devouring all the food and water, using everything how they want. Everything is going to hell, people beginning to die by the thousands because of the Navy. The people are shooting at anything they can to let pent up frustration and anger go, and few are actually trying to be smart.
((There, left RP. Good ing bye, es. Be a to me, so I will not put up with it.))
The current president of the Situ Qin was reading the newspaper when he heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" he called out.
"It is Bao Tai" the man knocking on the door responded. "I have important news."
The President replied "Come in. I always enjoy a visit from my Minister of Foreign Affairs. What important information do you have for me?"
"Watch this." the MoFA said as he placed an Ipad on the table. It was showing a youtube video in a playlist called UAR Repression of Muslims . It showed a scene in which protesters were requested-no ordered- to stop firing within ten seconds by an aircraft with loud speakers. After ten seconds, only a few people had escaped and the plane started firing into the mostly peaceful crowd. The aircraft, which had the markings of an UAR military plane, was then hit by an RPG. The film takers were then heard cheering as the video ended.The President then got up of out of his chair and put his face in his hands. He asked his MoFA " what should we do? How do we respond to this? The UAR is an ally but we cannot allow them to slaughter their own people. What to do, what to do?"
"I think we should contact other nations and see how they will respond." the MoFA suggested. The president then walked over to the phone. He dials the number for thew Holy Islamic Caliphate's embassy((you would have one, right?)) and say"Hello. This is the president of the EAU and I request to speak to the Caliph."
"What should we do, Director. The Muslims are demanding rights that would destroy everything the UAR worked for." The Navy General is still calm, as he always is. The aging Director looked at the Director of Foreign Affairs. "We need the Navy to make a show. Also, bring in a armor division of Sahari tanks, and a truck with speakers. We'll ask the Muslims for a leader, and we will talk. Firing upon us will make us fire upon them. Do it, Generals." The Director of Trade and Military Affairs seemed older than he actually is. He is only 30 something, but he looks 50 something.
Same city, Sector 2, "Riot Outbreak Area"
The Sahari tanks moved in through the widest streets, where they had plenty of room to maneuver their turrets. The crowd parted for them, and squads of soldiers walked next to the tanks. a truck in the middle of the convoy stopped, and so did the rest of the convoy. A man stepped out, and walked towards the crowd. A man in the crowd stepped forward, raising a pistol to the UAR man's head. "Stop right there, Director. You oppress us, no rights for us. We want more freedom. Like America." The rioter's voice is harsh, hoarse. "I understand that. That is why I am here. Shall we come talk? I am American, after all. Come talk, but should you fire upon us, we will fire upon you. If we absolutely must, we will level the city to keep the whole of Africa subdued." The Director's words were calm, impassive. So were his body language. The rioter grunted, and walked past the Director, going to the back of the truck and climbing in, and the Director followed.
[17 Minutes Later]
The rioter stepped out of the back of the truck, smiling, happy. The Director came out behind them, and sent the rioter off to give the Muslims their news. After not even 5 minutes, all the Muslims surrounding the convoy were cheering, and then the convoy started leaving, and the UAR is about to lose a whole lot of time and money.
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After the riot at Sector 2 in Casablanca, the capitol of the UAR, the UAR's Director agreed to terms set by the Muslim's leader. Surprisingly, there was not further bloodshed, despite the loss of nearly 650 people while a FA-1 was sent out to try to subdue the Muslims, the Colonel flying it did not give adequate time to disperse. The UAR is planning on beginning construction for a whole new city, for the people of Africa alike. A new Council is being made, where the people elect leaders to be in the Public Council, which will have a say in all the decisions of the UAR. The Rioter's leader met with the Director, giving terms, that, with a little adjusting, were agreed upon. The Director knew from history that the people usually won, and so he agreed upon the terms, even though it may crash the production of the military and trade vehicles and items. All the people of the UAR have the following rights and 'upgrades:'
The UARCommand has confirmed that the Trade Conference WILL BE THIS WEEK. The UAR is already ready for the people to start coming in, and the Muslims are satisfied for now. Currently the UAR has adopted the Muslim religion as it's MAIN RELIGION. There is still religious freedom, but the Muslims are being told not to mess with other religions.
May 23, 2021
Al-Narab was pacing in his office and gazing at a monitor playing a video of a frantic firefight in Casablanca. A Muslim ghetto had risen up against the UAR in the wake of the Casablanca Massacres, and the populace there had been taking advantage of the Internet to show the world its plight. Hundreds of videos had been uploaded of street riots and killings, the most disturbing one was of several dozen injured Muslims laying in a ditch right in front of a hospital after being refused service. A few good samaritans tried to reach the injured, but a heavy police guard shot at them and forced them back into cover. While the Caliphate was having issues with UAR civil rights policies, this event would require intervention.
The recent month had been a busy one: the NRO, Ethiopia, and now the UAR. It seemed like everyone west of the Caliphate was causing trouble. Al-Narab certainly didn't want a war with the NRO or Ethiopians, but he boiled with rage when he saw the conditions the Muslims were in over at the UAR. While al-Narab tried to remain rational, all of his instincts told him to retaliate against the UAR forcefully, to show them that they were not allowed to treat people that way. Obviously, protests and riots weren't going to do it. And as al-Narab continued pacing, thinking of a plan, a knock came to his door.
"Come in," he ordered gruffly. A second later, the door opened and a member of the staff stumbled in, clutching a sheet of paper.
"Sir, the EAU has contacted our embassy there. They want to speak with you?"
"Who?" asked the Caliph as he stopped and looked at the aide.
"The president and their foreign affairs minister, sir." The aide held up the sheet of paper from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which detailed the reasons and the parties involved. The Caliph strode over to take a look at it, and quickly ran his eyes over it. "Connect me," he said, and then went for his desk to pick up the plastic black phone.
"Hello? Communications? This is the Caliph," al-Narab explained instantly. "I understand there is a call for me from the president of the EAU."
"Yes, sir. Let me patch you in," came the reply from a communications expert.
"Thank you."
The line clicked and went silent for a few moments. As al-Narab waited nervously to connect with the president, all sorts of thoughts were flowing through his head: what do they want? How should I handle this? What is the best course of action? Al-Narab then realized that the aide was still there. He dismissed the man, and continued waiting for the phone. Beads of sweat dripped down his face as he was left alone to think about the situation. Half a minute passed until the line clicked back on, and the EAU leader greeted a hello.
For the second time in a matter of weeks, the UEEMN President gathered hundreds of journalists in the Warsaw Hilton convention centre, long ago purchased by the UEEMN government for such conferences. Almost immediately as President Lechoslaw walked onto the stage, it was obvious that whatever he was going to discuss he was extremely unhappy about. He spoke as soon as he reached the podium. "After running these policies through the UEEMN Council, we have decided to act upon the atrocities taking place in the UAR in accordance with the following: 1.Trade tariffs with the UAR will be doubled to 10% until the situation is resolved and the UAR issues a formal apology to the world for their slaughter of protesters. 2. The UEEMN will not be attending the UAR trade conference, although we will be happy to discuss trade with other nations in their own capitols. And finally, the UEEMN's government, including myself, would like to announce its support for those who are being wronged by the UAR, although we are not at the point of military intervention."
May 24, 2021
Mohammad stood in the living room with his parents as a political talk show played through the family TV. He had been getting up to date on current events, especially what was going on in the "Mediterranean Crisis", a series of destabilizing events that threatened to topple the UAR and NRO governments on the western side of the Mediterranean. It was rapidly becoming apparent that there might be military action in one way or another. Mohammad gazed in interest at the TV, where two men sat in front of a blank wall, discussing the situation. One, a well-known Armenian political analyst by the name of Serzh Kavrosian, was clashing with Ismael al-Kafta, another analyst with a different view of the situation.
"My point, Ismael," Kavrosian stated, "is that the UAR government has proven its ineptitude many times over during the past month! I mean, they've been very quick to jump on the violence bandwagon, they've gunned down a civil rights protest without giving much thought about-"
"The pilot was trigger happy, Mr. Kavrosian!" al-Kafta protested. "The UAR didn't want to kill them, the pilot did."
"Might I ask why they sent out a known trigger-happy pilot to deal with protestors?"
"They believed that the protest was violent," al-Kafta defended.
"If you've seen the videos of the protest, you know as well as I do that the ones actively shooting guns were a minority, and that protestors were attempting to restrain them."
"But they did have RPGs, Mr. Kavrosian. How can you explain that?"
"They were a vigilante group that had taken the responsibility of defending the protest. They were not going to be the ones to strike first. They only retaliated after the massacre."
"But why would they feel compelled to go armed to a protest anyways?"
"Because the government has previously cracked down on protests! Remember the November 19th ones back in 2018? They killed four protestors and injured twenty in Mali."
Mohammad watched the two men argue for a few minutes, until the host kindly reminded them: "Let's get back on track, shall we?"
Kavrosian leaned back up in his chair and appeared to take a deep breath. "My original point," he said again, "is that the UAR needs to have a complete overhaul of their leadership and political scene. Their current administration has nearly caused two wars, and is angering many people. There are still street protests in Morocco, and even in the south the tribesmen are angry about the shootings there a few weeks ago. They've been throwing out poorly-planned ideas, one after the other, hoping they'll stick, but they don't. And when the international community disapproves of their actions, specifically the Caliphate, they try to put on big shows with their military and threaten war if we intervene. It's like they don't want us to help them, and that will lead them on the path to self-destruction."
The host of the show nodded at Kavrosian. "Thank you, Mr. Kavrosian. Your response, Mr. al-Khafa?"
Al-Khafa thanked the host, and then started talking: "The UAR indeed does need to change its policies, but not in the ways you're talking about. You seem to think that an invasion would help, but it won't. That will just reinforce UAR opinion of Muslims, and I know there is a lot of Islamaphobia going on, especially in the south. We need to strongly coerce the government into stepping back and rethinking its stance, maybe becoming a bit more rational."
"Because right now it's looking like North Korea of old," Kavrosian agreed.
"Correct. North Korea was a heavily armed country with an incompetent leader. While I do not believe the key UAR leadership is incompetent, I think that sometimes their plans don't work out as well in real life as they do on paper."
"Ismael, they surely won't listen to us if we tell them they're wrong. You know this, correct? We need to be forceful about this, but war is not the answer. We need to make them hurt a little, like slapping someone on the wrist. Perhaps we should embargo them for a few months."
"An embargo on the UAR would be a bad situation for the developing infrastructure. Their construction efforts would grind to a halt, and they would quickly submerge in debt."
"It would teach them the lesson they need to learn," insisted Kavrosian.
The host, lurking in back of the two, came back into the spotlight: "Well, that's all we have for right now. Stay tuned during the break. This is The Hotspot, and I'm Mohammad Rashtan."
The sun bore down onto the holy city. Sheltered in the shade of the cliffs the boy Sahle sat in silent isolation. In the dust and dirt he absently drew patterns with a rigid stick. Sweeping it from side-to-side, he carved thin lines. The rocks moved to the side, then swept over again as the stick made a second pass over the ground. Around him, the daily shuffling of affairs carried on, but muted to him. Ghosts still sang.
His shallow broken interest kept up from noticing the raged pair of boots that fell alongside him. Heavy and busted, they were patched over heavily with tar and leather. The scratches and scrapes of conflict and patrol wore on the surface. The boy did not notice them. Not until its owner spoke.
"I heard one of the priests say progress had been made." the familiar deep grumbling of the man said as he knelt down alongside of him, "Said you had stopped hiding in the corners of the churches. I see you just traded out for new shade."
Sahle looked up at Kelile with a blank distant look. The bedraggled soldier bit on his lip, and nodded. "I see," the Dejazmach said, "It has been months since you had come to us. It would help if you told your story. Don't you think?"
Sahle kept his silence. His eyes drifting down from the commander's face to the battered and frayed ends on his uniform. He laughed, "Don't worry yourself." he said, "I am responsible for plenty blood being spilled. But assure you, none of it was related to you. What tribe do you identify with then?"
Sahle turned his face away and back to the dirt.
"You must have one." Kelile continued, "It has defined the nation for eons. It has defined all of Africa for generations and thousands of years. The drawing of lines on the maps have not changed that."
Like a rock wall Sahle kept to himself. Kelile laughed heartily. "How I could use men like you!" he cheered, "They can see all, and hear everything. But not speak a word of it." Looking at Sahle Kelile's expression dropped and darkened. Adding slowly he said: "But, I say that what you experience is not healthy. Men have been driven to madness keeping themselves bottled up. I know shell shock when I see it boy. You should probably let it out someday."
Sahle held his tongue. He felt he could say what had happened. Recount the ambush. But a miserable vice kept his tongue solid, and mouth closed.
"You'll know where you can find me." the Dejazmach said standing up, "Just say the word, and I can work on getting the revenge you want."
With that, he turned and walked off into the sun. His locks hanging over his shoulders in great chords. A head of snakes.
My DeviantArt, so sexy
Bangkok, Thailand
When Mr.Phan arrived at Bangkok from Saigon (formerly Ho Chi Minh City, renamed to its original name after the plague and when the Communist was attacked and overthrown.), he thought it'll be a fairly normal buisness trip. The truth was exactly the opposite.
"The governments deciding to leave us in ruins, starting a war just like that!"
"A tribute would've been better."
"They think they'll beat their neighboring country so easily. They're arrogant, those people."
He sighed. It was about the war. After three long days, they were finally able to drive CCP out of Singapore. It was listed that 591 RSEA soldiers died in the battle, along with 31 unfortunate civilians who has been somewhat shot during that battle, but the government said the number of soldiers that died on the opposing side was nearly as twice as their deaths. Not very much people were sure, however. Like one protestor said right now as he heard while enjoying his hotel breakfast, "The number of deaths didn't matter to the government anyway, they might be enjoying all of this in their chairs."
There were evidently rival opinions. Some had a honor of serving the country, and nearly 2,000 men have signed up, before and during the war. They also had optimistic goals in their minds, apparently, claiming that they'll "devastate CCP with swift speed". It was true; the government wasn't thinking of just taking back their land now. They were going to take as much of CCP as a retaliation.
Mr. Phan didn't taking sides in this waging war. He didn't much care, anyway. Unfortunately for him, he lost his appetite, and couldn't eat any more of his breakfast.
"I, and the other Directors of Research, Foreign Affairs, and most of the other major Directors are stepping down from our rank, and letting the new, publicly elected and intelligent replacements replace us. I, Director of Military and Trade, will resign from my military status, and give all permission to all UAR projects to the replacements." The Director turned from the podium in which he was standing at to speak to the crowd of officials - both new and old - and the other directors followed him. The replacements took their place, and the UAR government has changed.
First Meeting, New Officials
"I believe that old TMD had the right idea, if someone was planning to attack us that is. Delta project? Cancel it, it will be drain on resources. And we should just lower price, cancel the plans for a new city. Lower prices for resources and food, and increase food trade and we need to make better water sanitation facilities. And increase the amount of miners. Make it profitable to be a miner. Everyone agree?" The other New Directors nodded their heads, and the new Research Director said, "Perhaps we should make research better mining tech and weaponry? I think with what resources they already had put down for research should be enough for some new stuff."
Casablanca, Several hours after the Stepping Down ceremony.
The Director went home. He had packed up his stuff, and went to the small apartment he kept for times he got to rest. This time he wasn't being watched so he would be safe. This time he could easily be killed. He opened his apartment door, and went to the window. And he got a bad feeling. He scanned the rooftops, and then he saw what gave him that feeling. There, right on the highest building, is a sniper. He had been watching him right through his window, and the Director could barely make out the sniper's small smile that flicked across his face, and then the gun kicked, not a sound coming from it, and the Director is thrown back from the window, glass shattering, and he falls, lifeless, onto his floor.
Trade and Education
The new UAR Command has decided that they will increase trade for food(grains, fruits, etc.) and there is construction on new water-sanitation plants, and on the Education note, After going to school, public or private, from ages 4-16, you are required to serve in the military -learn how to shoot, discipline, etc.- for at least 1 year.
Two days ago, the dictator of Kazakstan, Golirgen Blerhiand, in a public display of violence, had seventy childeren whipped by officials. He had apparently suspected the childeren's parents to be part of a rebellion uprising, and in an unethical display of force, harmed innocent childeren as thus. It is still unknown if this "uprising" had even existed. --World Events Magazine, June 2021.
((are you rping now?))
[From: OldUARCommand]
[Subject: UAR Gov. Replacement & Official Apology]
[The New UAR Command would like to formally and personally apologize for the violence at the Civil Rights Riot. Us, the Directors of old of the UARCommand, has posted the recording of our orders to the Colonel and the discussion that followed it, proving that we did NOT order or suggest that he give so little time.
"Colonel, proceed to Riot and subdue the population. We want no violence, just scare them into hiding. Fire at the buildings, but DO NOT fire upon the populous That could mean distrust against us, and the Caliph might attack on the Muslim's behalf." "Roger, Command. Non-violence action and subjection of the populous. ETA 2 minutes." "Roger, Command Out."
The UAR is lowering ALL tariffs to 4%, and all tariff with nations that have been trading with us is down to 0%. That is all we know, and now the NewUARCommand is in control. The change in leadership had been planned ahead of time, just to let you know.]
House of the Legislature, Beijing:
There was a crowd of reporters gathered as the president begin to speak about the change in leadership in the UAR. He held up his hand and the crowd became silent."I in no way support the violence and repression of the Muslims in the UAR. With the change of leadership I hope this may change. In an effort to cause this change, we shall place a 5% tariff on UAR goods until all citizens are given equal rights. We hope that the new government will be friendly to us; however we will not accept any more prosecution in the UAR. We will still have delegates attend the trade conference and they will show the UAR that we mean there will be tariffs until they give equal rights to all citizens." The president than stepped down from the podium as the reporters started to ask questions.
July 1, 2021
The airport in the city was locked down in response to the massive rioting that was occurring in the city, which made it a pain in the ass for the journalists to pass through. Eventually, they bought airline tickets from Cairo to Casablanca at a hugely inflated price, and were subjected to a full pat-down and background check immediately after stepping out of the decrepit Boing 747 painted in African Airlines livery. The team consisted of a Pakistani reporter, the attractive Elwsya Takha, and two technical operators of Somali descent. They worked for Al-Jazeera, the prestigious Arab news agency, and were given the task of reporting the situation in the UAR. Armed with their cameras and green bulletproof vests reading: "JOURNALIST", they were quickly sent on their way by the UAR Army guard at the airport.
The team hired a taxi to transport them to the Casablanca Marriott, one of the nicer hotels in the city, with their gear and luggage. The trip ended up costing the equivalent of 43 riyals, and left the team standing in front of the fenced hotel. The team slowly made their way inside, going to their pre-purchased hotel rooms and making calls home telling family that they made it, and that they were safe. The rest of the day was spent arranging the hotel rooms to their liking and getting set in the new accommodations that would be their homes for the foreseeable future as Al-Jazeera correspondents. That was yesterday, and now the reporters were making their way down a smoky street in a van emblazoned with the Al-Jazeera logo, looking for the protest in the area.
The driver of the van, a Congolese man named Joseph, drove slowly through the thick, acrid smoke. Massive tire-fires were raging all around the city, flooding the streets and impairing vision. Occasionally, gunshots were heard, or car alarms or breaking glass. Sometimes a combination of the three. One of the Somali cameramen, Abdi, cringed whenever he heard the familiar sound of an AK-47 going off: while he didn't talk about it, he lived in Mogadishu during the 1993 civil war, and watched his uncle die when a US Army Ranger shot him dead in the street while looking for Mohammad Farrah Aidid's lieutenants. The other Somali remained stoic in the face of this danger, quite possibly as a facade to impress Elwsya.
After a few more minutes of driving, Joseph stopped the van and turned off the engine. "We're here," he announced. Outside of the thin aluminum walls, Elwsya heard heated chanting and yelling.
"Thanks, Joseph," Elwsya said to the driver. "You'll go back at the hotel, no?"
"Heh," came the driver, "As long as you keep paying me."
Elwsya returned his smile. "We will."
Abdi then opened the doors of the van, exposing the brightly lit sandy streets, and flooding the van with the acrid smell of burning rubber. Elwsya crinkled her nose as she jumped out with the microphone, while the third Somali, Mohammad, followed with a camera. Some of the rioters started to notice the journalists, but most either didn't care or weren't paying attention. The reporters quickly jogged from the van, now rolling quickly away, into the midst of the crowd. The noisiness of the crowd surprised Elwsya: she thought the UAR's frantic apologies and gifts would have stopped the rioting by now, but the crowd continued, feverishly as ever.
After a few minutes of searching, the team came to the site of a tire-burning. Several masked men stood around a burning pile of tires in a parking lot filled with windowless and wheelless cars. Glass was scattered all over, and several plastic jerry cans lay empty nearby. About a dozen masked men danced around the fire, chanting: "Death to the UAR!" over and over again. Mohammad was getting all of this on film, grinning at the perfect shots he was getting. Elwsya looked around at the rioters, some of whom were holding signs written in sloppy Arabic calling for the release of protestors or for equal civil rights. Many were screaming angrily at the riot police ahead, forming a wall with riot shields in front of an APC fitted with a machine gun.
Elwsya continued looking in awe at the situation until she began to hear something: "Hey, reporter!" someone called, "Look at this!"
Mohammad and Elwsya both pivoted around to see a group of half-naked men in masks, one with a UAR flag and a few others with matches. They waved at the camera, and then proceeded to set the flag on fire. For a few minutes, they waved the burning flag high in the air, and then threw it on the ground and proceeded to stomp the flames out. When the smoke cleared, a burned and disfigured flag remained, whereupon several children came from the building behind and started beating it with their shoes. Because shoes were unclean, this was a sign of utmost disrespect. Similarly, shoes were being thrown at riot police nearby.
Elwsya decided that it was time to make her interview, and nervously approached the man who seemed to be the leader of the flag burning group, who was busy readying another flag to burn. He saw Elwsya come at him in the midst of the commotion and greeted her. "Good afternoon, reporter!" he said in a thick African accent.
"Good afternoon, sir," Elwsya began. "Would you mind telling us what you think of this situation? I'm with Al-Jazeera."
"Ah, I love Al-Jazeera! I listen to it every morning on the radio," he exclaimed cheerily.
Elwsya laughed, and so did the man. "Would you mind sounding a little bit angrier?" she asked with a grin.
"Aha! I cannot be interviewed with good spirit?" he replied.
"No, no," Elwsya explained. "Viewers will think it's odd that a flag burner is sounding cheerful."
"Heh, heh," the man chuckled. He then switched his tone to a more angry one: "Like this?"
"Yes, yes... Are you an actor, by any chance?" Elwsya asked after the man demonstrated his switch of mood so quickly.
"No, not professionally. I used to perform in school plays, if that counts."
"Surely, it does. But let's get on with the interview."
"Yes, yes," the man replied. He then reached down the his feet and grabbed a nearby AK-47, and then held it with one hand over his shoulder. The resemblance to so many other terrorists or rioters was undeniable.
"The UAR oppresses our people, our families, our religion!" he exclaimed angrily: "They say they want to give us rights, but they shot many people! I think they are lying! They just want us to stop threatening them because they can't take it! They know they can't! But once we become pleased by their half-baked policies, they will take back our rights again! Rise up, brothers and sisters, against the unjust UAR government! Demand change! Force it, if need be! Their supposed 'official changes' won't do a thing! They are just replacing evil with other evil! We must demand a total reform of the UAR government, for the equality of us and all others! Remember the Muslims! Remember the tribesmen! They are massacring everyone who does not go with their twisted and perverted ideals!"
Outside Casablanca, New UAR Command, Communication room
"It seems that our people do not believe we are now in command? We passed the rights, and we are about to make things a whole lot better." The new Public Relations Director looked at the screen of the news casters, coming from the Caliphate. "Radio silence. Foreigners in our land advertising everything. I will not take it!" The new Director of the Military got up, and he happened to be the one who had killed the rogue FA-1 pilot, the Colonel. "We cannot relocate them to better homes and places, they will get really angry. So it would be if we tried to rebuild their homes. Resources are easily accessable, and jobs pay more. They can vote for people to be on the new Council of Representation. I want those reporters out of UAR land. Call those APC and riot control soldiers to take them back to their hotel." The other Directors nodded, most of them Muslim, but none of them wanted to bring down the UAR. They knew that if they brought it down everything that they worked for would be all for naught. The ones before them that is. "I had been looking over the UAR military numbers. I am bringing in the Navy. The airships hovering over the city will subdue them a bit. We need to make new, better housing too." The Director of Construction nodded his agreement. "Lets make some changes.
UAR Public Poll:
What do you want most? (Pick numbers)
The Civil Rights Riot has gone into a full-scale riot, the people everywhere in the UAR claimed territorry going beserk, destroying everything, absolutely EVERYTHING the UAR has done. The mines have been filled with trash and UAR flags, the Command Center has been breached, the military has been destroyed, and the only that is left is the Navy, floating high above the conflict, firing down on the people as they destroyed bases and armed themselves firing wildly, killing both UAR officials and soldiers and their own alike. A Tank-class airship is the only one to fall, and it landed in a concentrated mass of people, incinerating a total of nearly 3,150 people. The UAR has fallen, the people has gone berserk, and everything that the UAR has done for the country has been reversed, and a extremely secret biochemical lab had been found and a new sickness beginning to spread. Without any real leaders, the riot has developed into a literal 'people's army' destroying everything, setting their technology back to before World War 3 and the Plague, making Africa a wasteland. Tank-meat factories are destroyed, anti-sea cannons are being fired at any ships coming close, and the people are destroying whatever they can, lowering their chances of survival to a minimal amount. Without outside aid, no one will survive. With outsider aid, some will, but most won't. The leaders of different tribes are trying to rally people, but they are getting shot if they try to, and the people are just going crazy, devouring all the food and water, using everything how they want. Everything is going to hell, people beginning to die by the thousands because of the Navy. The people are shooting at anything they can to let pent up frustration and anger go, and few are actually trying to be smart.
((There, left RP. Good ing bye, es. Be a to me, so I will not put up with it.))