Haawiyah
The Voluntariat of Huraiyya
"Please do not kill my family, they are innocent!" Cried the man wearing the ominous blue uniform as the line of fifteen men wearing the green uniforms armed with the Kalashnikov rifles stepped forwards. Roughly several hundred men, women, and children were herded into the areas surrounded by metal fences like cattle, the men in green beating them brutally with the butt of their rifles.
A man clouded in a thick beard, white thawb and a gleaming kefiyyeh, stepped forwards onto a podium overlooking the park that was filled with just around three thousand people enclosed within shoddily-made barriers. He tapped the microphone once for a response before beginning to speak.
"Today, we rise again as free men, in the face of betrayal and threats to our revolution!"
As he spoke, the soldiers grabbed people from the crowd, man by man, thrusting them towards a small fountain in the center of the park. The soldiers were from the Fedayeen al-Hura (فِدا ئيّينا لحرية), or the Men of Sacrifice of Freedom. Although Huraiyya was an anarcho-capitalist Hoppean polity, threats to national security such as the clashes with the Hawdhanians in Haawiyah just several months prior facilitated the creation of a military command made up of soldiers from different mercenary and private military companies that would work in tandem to defend their anarcho-capitalist society, regardless of their corporate differences.
Today, they were being called together under one banner again. To eliminate all communists who wish for Huraiyya to become one country once again and destroy the Hoppean revolution that had awarded freedom to all Huraiyyans.
Just several hours prior, soldiers from the different mercenary corporations rounded up everyone identified as a communist or harboring leftist tendencies. Truckloads of them along to their families were thrown into the back of trucks before being forced here, into Revolution Park.
"We all trusted one another to deliver our great society into a new era of prosperity, free from the ever-watching eyes of a state or government."
All of a sudden, the soldiers start taking their scimitars and beheading men, women and children in front of their communist husbands and fathers. One soldier pins a woman to the ground and begins to commit unspeakable acts to her, while another soldier muttered prayers to 'Allah as he watched the chaos. A tank from Al-Qauf Protective Services and a number of armored vehicles from Manaf Armored Solutions surround the park, firing their autocannons at anyone who attempted to escape.
"As we all know, my brothers and sisters in freedom, Communism breeds slavery! And we shall not be enslaved!"
A growing crowd that surrounded the park cheered at the speech, throwing stones at the communists. The surviving communists were made to dig graves for them and their families or everyone associated with them or their family would be executed.
"The time has come to show our true strength. They underestimate our resolve. Let us show that we do not fear them!"
"My brothers and sisters, open fire!"
In a split second, the lives of hundreds if not thousands of people were ended as soldiers operating an anti-aircraft gun opened fire on the crowd of communists, the TV crew panning to the chaos while the soldiers threw gasoline onto their bodies and set it alight.
The man on the podium, spokesman for the Revolutionary Voluntarist Council (المجلس التطوعي الثوري), Father of the Revolution Saalih el-Dia, stepped down and threw a match onto a pile of dead communist bodies.
In a matter of hours, hundreds of communists were now dead and Huraiyya was free from leftist tyranny.
A man clouded in a thick beard, white thawb and a gleaming kefiyyeh, stepped forwards onto a podium overlooking the park that was filled with just around three thousand people enclosed within shoddily-made barriers. He tapped the microphone once for a response before beginning to speak.
"Today, we rise again as free men, in the face of betrayal and threats to our revolution!"
As he spoke, the soldiers grabbed people from the crowd, man by man, thrusting them towards a small fountain in the center of the park. The soldiers were from the Fedayeen al-Hura (فِدا ئيّينا لحرية), or the Men of Sacrifice of Freedom. Although Huraiyya was an anarcho-capitalist Hoppean polity, threats to national security such as the clashes with the Hawdhanians in Haawiyah just several months prior facilitated the creation of a military command made up of soldiers from different mercenary and private military companies that would work in tandem to defend their anarcho-capitalist society, regardless of their corporate differences.
Today, they were being called together under one banner again. To eliminate all communists who wish for Huraiyya to become one country once again and destroy the Hoppean revolution that had awarded freedom to all Huraiyyans.
Just several hours prior, soldiers from the different mercenary corporations rounded up everyone identified as a communist or harboring leftist tendencies. Truckloads of them along to their families were thrown into the back of trucks before being forced here, into Revolution Park.
"We all trusted one another to deliver our great society into a new era of prosperity, free from the ever-watching eyes of a state or government."
All of a sudden, the soldiers start taking their scimitars and beheading men, women and children in front of their communist husbands and fathers. One soldier pins a woman to the ground and begins to commit unspeakable acts to her, while another soldier muttered prayers to 'Allah as he watched the chaos. A tank from Al-Qauf Protective Services and a number of armored vehicles from Manaf Armored Solutions surround the park, firing their autocannons at anyone who attempted to escape.
"As we all know, my brothers and sisters in freedom, Communism breeds slavery! And we shall not be enslaved!"
A growing crowd that surrounded the park cheered at the speech, throwing stones at the communists. The surviving communists were made to dig graves for them and their families or everyone associated with them or their family would be executed.
"The time has come to show our true strength. They underestimate our resolve. Let us show that we do not fear them!"
"My brothers and sisters, open fire!"
In a split second, the lives of hundreds if not thousands of people were ended as soldiers operating an anti-aircraft gun opened fire on the crowd of communists, the TV crew panning to the chaos while the soldiers threw gasoline onto their bodies and set it alight.
The man on the podium, spokesman for the Revolutionary Voluntarist Council (المجلس التطوعي الثوري), Father of the Revolution Saalih el-Dia, stepped down and threw a match onto a pile of dead communist bodies.
In a matter of hours, hundreds of communists were now dead and Huraiyya was free from leftist tyranny.
