Assab, Eritrea
September 28, 2012
The normally peaceful coastal city of Assab, Eritrea was alive and livid even at the depth of night. Where darkness usually conquered, the light of inflamed cans and flashlights prevailed. The dust that compiled on the poorly kept walkways and roads burst into the air with every step as mobs of people dashed throughout the city. Sirens whined in the distance and echoed throughout the outskirts of the barren city. All traffic was dead and, for the most part, not even a word was whispered in any spot outside of the center of the city. Security forces erected barricades around the center of the town, where over three hundred protesters had amassed. Trash and rocks seemingly fell from the sky as the mob periodically bombarded the barricades with debris. The protest, mostly non-violent, was just now entering its prime for the night. Police forces had arrived and forced a containment of the group, but neither realized an armored force was en route to the site.
Reverend Yolkel Smith climbed onto the top of a smashed car, its model coming from the early eighties. Holding a crucifix in one hand and the Quran in the other, he shouted out religious jargon in both local dialect and fluent English. Being a Baptist minister himself, he was the victim of rampant persecution. Along with the Shiite Muslim minority, Methodism and various Protestant groups were forced into seclusion and secrecy. The crowd focused its attention on Smith as he began to shout a clear, consistent message.
“Our brothers have been killed! Our blood has been spilled! It is time for the government to give us the freedoms we deserve and grant equality throughout the land! Eritrea does not stand for one group; rather, it stands for them all!” As he concluded his speech, the sea of ecstatic Eritreans erupted into an even louder roar, which rang to the distance for miles. They held up the bodies of six dead bodies, all riddled with bullets and one of them the corpse of an adolescent. In unison, various protesters pointed to a recognizable group of police officers. A day prior, these men had massacred four Shiite Muslims and two Protestant Christians for wearing religious icons openly. With this atrocity committed, the oppressed minority was crying for blood.
The northeast section of the barricade opened, and the street was clear. Standing in silence, the crowd listened as the mechanical whine of gears and wheels inched closer. At the end of the street turned a BTR-60 armored fighting vehicle. Within moments, the BTR’s cannon began unleashing barrages of fire upon the crowd. The 14.5mm bullets slashed through skin, decimated bones, and cut through the crowd like a knife through butter. As the crowd fled in various directions, BTRs from the other sections of the barricade approached and fired. With the police forces joining in, the entirety of the mob lay dead in the center of the town.
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Presidential Mansion
Belmont, Paix
September 29, 2012
President Jareez Al-Shari sat in the center of the apple orchard. Resting just beyond the daunting shadow of the Presidential Mansion, the orchard provided the President with peace and relaxation as he enjoyed the sunlight and beauty of his surroundings. This orchard had become a proven way of escaping the stress of office, as the previous president often did the same thing. Al-Shari, in addition to his predecessor, was setting a trend for future presidents with this nationally renowned orchard. The peace was broken for the first time that afternoon, much to the disdain of Jareez. A large man walked forward, blocking the sun and bringing a bit of darkness over the president.
“You’re blocking my sun.” The President darted a quick but sharp glance to the man, who was no other than the Secretary of Foreign Affairs.
“Sir, there is an urgent issue in Eritrea.”
The President’s lace lighted up despite the shadow casted upon it. He looked intently to the Secretary, hinting at him to continue. Eritrea had been an area of interest to Paix as of late, as it seemed to be the perfect place to launch a Paixan campaign of influence into Africa.
“A group of roughly three hundred protesters, almost entirely composed of Methodists and Shiite Muslims, amassed in the southern coastal city of Assab. Needless to say, the government decimated the protest. A reporter covering the protest was nearly killed when the government forces hunted the city and essentially killed every person out of their home. Said reporter claims the entirety of the protesters were killed, and even more were killed during what she claims was ‘the hunt’.”
“So that’s the end of it?”
“No, the minorities have had enough of it. The Southern Red Sea Region has erupted into an uprising, and already four soldiers have been killed. Militants from Ethiopia are spilling over the border and attacking both sides. We have a chance to move in here and secure an area of influence, should we support the uprising faction here.”
“You’re right, and that’s probably the desired move here. The campaign in Persia is sure to become a success. We can divert the Second Carrier Battle Group to the area to establish some form of control, but I will want to land some forces in the north eventually. Send word to Congress that we declare war on Eritrea, and that I give the order to establish a no-fly zone over Eritrea for the time being.”


