Axis of Resistance Official meeting (MT/OPEN/Limited interv)

[HARAMUN]

Brigantine Representative, Congressman Rhain Cadno, entered the room briefcase in hand and after a pause at the threshold to asses the scene he walked over and sat into a indicated chair. A fairly average looking fair haired and bespectacled man in a suit and tie which hid a wiry frame, there was a look of mild discomfort on his face as he took his seat. This soon disappeared however.
'I see I missed out on all the action!' He said breaking into a smile and looking at his host and accumulated guests 'I must say I'm impressed at President Dragunov's swift actions. I look forward to all future cooperation.'
Grinning still 'Now shall we begin this meeting a proper?'
Removing and folding away his glasses he sat back in his chair.

"Indeed, let us go on with the discussions. the growing threat of globalization by the corporate elite is something all of our countries are threatened by, we need to begin proactive steps to oppose this world system." Said President Fares, his gorgeous secretary then walked over handing him a pencil to write with and a stack of papers.

[Stalwart Socialist Republics of Briganti]

"Total Agreement from my side." he leaned forward gripping the desk "These international satanists have to be cut down in their stride! I can pledge full involvement of the GPD for intelligence gathering and liquidation operations. The BPA is maintaining a more defensive posture at this moment but with backing interventions will follow."
He sat up "Something has to be done before the threat is too great for anyone of us to deal with!" he clamoured.

[HARAMUN]

"Total Agreement from my side." he leaned forward gripping the desk "These international satanists have to be cut down in their stride! I can pledge full involvement of the GPD for intelligence gathering and liquidation operations. The BPA is maintaining a more defensive posture at this moment but with backing interventions will follow."
He sat up "Something has to be done before the threat is too great for anyone of us to deal with!" he clamoured.

"We need to start funding revolutionary forces against these corrupt regimes, we should start by organizing special secret armies in various nations funding and training them." said President Fares in a move of pure machismo, sigma male confidence and giga-chaddery.

[Bashriyyan Arab Islamic Republic]

President Sadr al-Nasheed arrived to the meeting alongside his wife and his head of science Basil al-Abub. Sadr said "Greetings Comrades, am I fashionably late?" with the swagger of a Arab man who watched too many western movies.

[Vashtia]

President Islam sat down and began the discussions. "Before I commit to anything, I need assurances from all parties here that we will support Vashtian seperatists in Haramoun, in the Northern Province. Haramoun is the outpost of imperialism in our region and must be destroyed. My father, Sheikh Akhmad often said that Harumoun is the underbelly of the dragon."

(flag of the Vashtian people in Haramoun)

[HARAMUN]

The Haramounean President upon hearing this was drinking a glass of water which he spit out. "What the Hell!?" he said "As President of Haramoun Vashtian separatists will not be supported, Vashtia never even owned Haramounean land at anytime and neither has Haramoun ever trespassed on Vashtian land." he out of utter confusion began to show the map of the distance between Haramoun and Vashtia.

[Vashtia]

A smirk from ear to ear emerged across President Dragunov's face. He turned to his colleagues. "As salam aleykum my brothers" he greeted, staring down the Haramounese president and reflecting upon the arrogance of the people from this sissy country. "You may have forgotten the history of this land, Mr President. Our people are native to this land. Years before you colonized this land, we were here and we had advanced civilizations. There was a land bridge which connected these two lands before the great flood and before your people settled. Here is a map which will provide you with some context in order to better understand the situation." Dragunov produced a map from the pocket of his military shirt, moving it across the table to Shamoun. "The area in question has been marcated."

[HARAMUN]

The Haramounean President was even more confused to what he was seeing, it appeared to be a map of Pangia with the countries listed on it. His eyes glossed over it in confusion. And then began talking about his proud Phoenician heritage "Our people were the original people of these lands, I have no idea what this map is? Are you claiming your some sort of special Pre-Adamic race with special privilages or something?"

[Al Moorocco]

The corded phone in the middle of the conference table rang. President Dragunov was pleased that he had tricked President Shamoun a second time. He took the call and put the phone on speaker, where General Abu Bakr Ibn Somali began shouting and spraying bullets from his assault rifle into the ceiling of Sadrmart. "Attention! You are now speaking to the Moorish Consulate in Harumon!"
He began shouting threats at the president and threatening to shoot Haramunese shoppers who were simply trying to pick up groceries for their families. "Dirty colonizer! Give us back our land! Give us back our wealth! The wretched of the earth are rising up! We dont want any more contracts or treaties we want tangibles! Im under duress I could snap at any time and do something crazy!" Another round of automatic gunfire could be heard through the phone's speaker.

[HARAMUN]

The corded phone in the middle of the conference table rang. President Dragunov was pleased that he had tricked President Shamoun a second time. He took the call and put the phone on speaker, where General Abu Bakr Ibn Somali began shouting and spraying bullets from his assault rifle into the ceiling of Sadrmart. "Attention! You are now speaking to the Moorish Consulate in Harumon!"
He began shouting threats at the president and threatening to shoot Haramunese shoppers who were simply trying to pick up groceries for their families. "Dirty colonizer! Give us back our land! Give us back our wealth! The wretched of the earth are rising up! We dont want any more contracts or treaties we want tangibles! Im under duress I could snap at any time and do something crazy!" Another round of automatic gunfire could be heard through the phone's speaker.

President Farez then began to look at the phone "Who is this?"

[Al Moorocco]

"My appelation is General Abu Bakr Ibn Somali" he said into the corporate phone, his other hand grasping his Kalashnikov. "I am a sovereign Mooroccan and I am here to collect what is owed to me and my brothers."

The militants began coralling the hostages into the center of the supercenter, and started to beat the female members with their gun stocks and stomp on their faces and rip out their hair in order to pacify the men. They lifted the male's blindfolds so they could watch the bludgeoning and do nothing as they were hogtied on the floor. The Revolutionary Mooroccans,in the ecstasy of brutality, shot another woman with their assault rifles. One of them procured a length of wire he had stolen from the Home and Gardening Department. He garroted one of the women in front of the men, they sat hopelessly as she kicked and screamed.

General Ibn Somali watched in pleasure. He remembered he was on the phone- "President Shamoun you must give us back our land. This is non negotiable. We Al-Mooroccans are the true heirs to the estate of Sadrmart, the parasitic Bashriyyans have grown wealthy and complacent off of the Bashriyyan welfare state, propped up by this vile supermarket system."

[Vashtia]

President Islam Dragunov was able to slip out of the room amidst all the confusion and hop into the backseat of his golden limousine. The tiger fur interior gave him warmth on such a cold morning. His guards followed him and covered his 6 with their machine guns.
They crashed through the chain link fence and made it to the tarmac of Berytus' Airport and they made the decision: do they take Dragunov's private plane, a Vashtian Air Dragunov liner, or hijack a plane from Harumun or a different country in order to avoid being shot down? They stormed a Harumunese plane and took everyone hostage. "Get this plane to Ararat International Airport now!" said one of the bearded maniacs accompanying President Dragunov. Dragunov tried to reestablish contact with the Al-Mooroccans. "You werent supposed to kill any hostages, not yet!" he told General Ibn Somali. "Get this plane in the sky and get us out of here!" Dragunov shouted at the pilot.

[Al Moorocco]

The morning is cold in Harumoun as the convoy of vans full of three hundred heavily armed and buff Al Mooroccan seperatists approach the front doors of Sadrmart, the newest location of the Bashriyyan socialist supermarket chain which was newly invented to provide the glories of socialism for the whole world and to spread Bahsriyyan products further into global markets.

One Mooroccan, General Abu Bakr Ibn Somali jumped out of the van and shot the glass from the front doors with Vashtian supplied AK-74's. As planned, the Sadrmart had just opened and was full of shoppers. Ibn Somali had a large folder of contracts and paperwork which he served to Sadrmart by leaving them in the manager's office. These papers claimed that the land Sadrmart had been built upon were sacred burial grounds and ancestral property of the Al Mooroccan empire, and that the terrorists were the true heirs to the estate. The men proceeded to chain all the exits closed from the inside and constructed barricades and cover to shoot from. After binding the hostages and duct taping their mouths shut they removed the Harumounese flag and raised the Al-Mooroccan flag in the gardening section. One of the Mooroccans began bludgeoning a prisoner with the stock of his rifle, asserting his dominance.

"Moors! Reclaim your birthright! This is an affidavit against the corporation known as the Christian Republic of Harumon. For many years, White Arabs and Black Moorish Natural Arabs had lived in peace together... until the great betrayal of the treaty of 1731 and furthermore the betrayal of 1972 during the mercenary war between this corporation and the sovereign Moors of the land. This building and all the items contained therof are part of our vast estate, and furthermore, in propio, the land wherewith it is upon, by the articles of the clause of the treaty of 1731, are, in presencio, non absentia, qui publius, de facto and de jure, parcel of the grand estate of the Al-mooroccans, furthermore known as Moors, and Free Black Natural Arabs.

We establish our presence here to collect on the false lien heretowith filed against the corporation of the Christian Republic of Harumon and its CEO, President Shamun, a suspected Harumun supremacist, moreover in addition to the Bashriyyan illegal immigrant foreign occupants (known as "shareholders" beforetime). I, the Heir of the Throne to the Black Mooroccan Empire and holder of noble blood, enclose a copy of my fingerprints and my signature in red ink, signifying that I am indeed a real living man on the land of my forefathers and dully entitled to the products contained therein and thereof."

[HARAMUN]

Haramounean Special Mission Forces arrived on the scene, the Police Constable Asad Khoury saluted them the commander of the special forces team was honored to have a civilian salute him and the civilian cop was truly honored to be in the presence of such moral superiority he kissed the special forces boots and began to say "Thank you, thank you for taking this over, I love our veterans." and the Special forces operator replied "We love our cops, our law enforcement. What is the situation?" he said "We got hostages on the plane, all while we are backed up at Sadrmart, Al-Moorocan terrorists took over the Sadrmart, we have not seen anything like this we let plenty of them into our country and this is how they repay us. I believe this is probably our racist President Farez's fault!" the cop was a libtard and a man low moral character, he was quisling who was not ready to do what must be done about the Moorish question. The Special Forces commander was different he was a nationalist, a man of the right, and a member Al-Tanzim (Arabic: for The Organization) Haramoun's militant pro-Haramounean nationalist group. He understood that anti-racism was codeword for Anti-Haramounean and that he must secure a future for his children.

The Special Forces commander got on the megaphone, he was code-named "Buck Breaker" his specialty was Special Weapons and Tactics, he had experience putting down leftist revolts and cleansing the shanties out of Al Moorocans who did not pay their rent, he was a good friend of Mayor Dany Khoury and also a frequent guest on Haramunean Front radio hosted by Hafez Kovintunis who was known for his trademark fedora hat and frequently called for an all Paulician and ethnically Haramunean state cleansed of Al-Mooracans and Vashtians in the Northern part of the country. Commander "Buck Breaker" frequently called in under anonymous aliases to boast of the many kinky scalps he had taken from captured Moorcan prisoners and to go on drunken rants against ethnic minorities. But regardless he began speaking over the megaphone "Come out you filthy Vashtian rats, you are surrounded by the forces of the Haramunean race, surrender now and you will be spared and deported back to your land." The Commander was a man who knew what had to be done, but he also knew animal psychology he knew how to train dogs and he understood the nature of the Vashtians and Moorish.

Sadrmart, near border with Al-Mooroco

British Central News Agency (A WESTERN BRITISH JUCHE NEWS MEDIA OUTLET)

Sadrmart in Zidonia, Haramun hostages were taken by a militant people's liberation group, known the Liberation Front for the Moorish People. a group espousing individualism, freedom and liberty.

For many years the Haramouneans had exploited the poor Al-Mooroccans, they were poor, they barely had any utilities in their country as the Haramuneans sat with white picket fences and snubbed their nose at the Moorcans and now the Al-Moorocans had struck back and were demanding equity the Haramouneans who had long oppressed them were now in sights of the guns of the Moorocans.

Dany Khoury is a local Haramounean militiaman and racist and mayor of the border town between Haramoun and Al-Moorocco

"It's a damn shame how the Moorocans came here and used our hospitality to betray us we built all the infrastructure and development in their country, we taught them how to read, and grew their food for them, taught them how to grow their own food, welcomed them into our county with open arms, hired them to work and this is how they repay us. It's truly upsetting. We Haramouneans have put so much into their development and this is how they repay us."

Dany began opening fire at the Moors who frequently fired at the police and militiamen surrounding the Sadrmart.

We interviewed a local Moorish citizen who lives in Haramun and supports the militants and asked what he thought "They wasn't open enough we demand tangibles, land back, this land is Moorocco, these people are devils, they are exploiters, get out of our land. We don't hare Haramunese people, we hate the institution Haramuneseness forced on us and so we are trying to dismantle it and take back our land." He gave us the middle finger and then proceeded chant Kara Boga a historic traditional chant of the Moorish people going back to times of the Ottoman Empire.

Many say these recent actions taken by the Moors are in response to the systematic racism and discrimination that is so deeply rooted in Haramun's government. Currently in England it is being decided whether the British Government should intervene to support the Moors in their liberation struggle against the Authoritarian regime of President Farez Shamoun.

I'm Lev Goldstein with Global News Network in Haramun.

After the segment played, several ads appeared with Moorocan men with fair-skinned women and advertisements for Free HIV medication. This was seen all over British Central News Agency television and the people of the Queen's Juche began demanding war in support of the Moorcans.
The British people raised their sausage rolls in defiance to the Haramunean human right's abuses.

[Vashtia]

From the cockpit window, President Dragunov and his henchmen watched the police storm onto the tarmac. They did not hear the racist remarks of Commander Buck Breaker. They fled from the plane with Haramunese women and girls as human shields, stopping periodically to engage the police, and fired bursts of bullets at the police to get to their bulletproof golden limo and jumped in. After speeding off in the limo they stopped in the middle of the desert and executed all the females, dumping them in a shallow pit. They made it to the northern city of Halba which had a significant Vashtian population including mafia members who hid the limo and had it in a shipping crate heading back to Vashtia. They then blew up an inflatable raft and floated across a river before disappearing into a neighboring country. The Mountain Wolves, Dragunov's special forces, then extracted him from that country. 48 hours later after travelling through dirt roads and secret routes and covering his tracks, he was home at his opulent presidential palace.

[HARAMUN]

From the cockpit window, President Dragunov and his henchmen watched the police storm onto the tarmac. They did not hear the racist remarks of Commander Buck Breaker. They fled from the plane with Haramunese women and girls as human shields, stopping periodically to engage the police, and fired bursts of bullets at the police to get to their bulletproof golden limo and jumped in. After speeding off in the limo they stopped in the middle of the desert and executed all the females, dumping them in a shallow pit. They made it to the northern city of Halba which had a significant Vashtian population including mafia members who hid the limo and had it in a shipping crate heading back to Vashtia. They then blew up an inflatable raft and floated across a river before disappearing into a neighboring country. The Mountain Wolves, Dragunov's special forces, then extracted him from that country. 48 hours later after travelling through dirt roads and secret routes and covering his tracks, he was home at his opulent presidential palace.

OOC: That is a bit godmoddy, but I will let it slide seeing you are still new.

[Al Moorocco]

General Ibn Somali ducked at the gunfire, but saw that one of his brothers was killed. He dropped his Kalashnikov and picked up his automatic AA12 shotgun. He began raining down 12 gauge racial justice upon the police, remembering every time they had discriminated against him. Slugs and buckshot rained across the parking lot of Sadrmart as his brothers began shooting back at the Haramunese dogs. Haramunoid prisoners had began to scream and General Somali drew his sword and began hacking them to death in a frenzy of bloodlust. He was in the middle of delimbing a mother of four when his men had to pull him away from the slaughter. He looked up to the sky- his ancestors were calling him. It was time for war. It was time for justice. Retribution. Revenge. Reparations.

[United Islamic Liberation Force]

In the name of Allah the Beneficial and the Merciful, we are the United Islamic Liberation Force, we are a militant Muslim group for the liberation of our Moorish people. We stand for our Muslim brothers reclaiming their lost land that was stolen by Haramun, we will commit 400 fighters at this time to back our brothers up at the border in case of impending defeat. We have trained extensively in guerilla warfare, and have already participated in numerous raids against Haramunese Border guard forces. Our men are ready and are trained to do Jihad and reclaim reparations for our people.

[Al Moorocco]

Commander Tariq Omar Nasheed Bey, head of the Mooroccan Special Forces, gazed across the border into Nabatieh through his night vision goggles. They were known as the Swords of Latifah, and informally as the "Bussy Brigade" as the regiment consisted entirely of homosexual men. They werent more tactically knowledgable or competent than the other Al mooroccans, they simply rose to the top in the prison-like dominance heirarchy, so they got the coolest guns as well.

As they could not swim they charted land routes to navigate into Haramoun. Under the cover of night they were 100% camoflauged. They crawled on the underside of a bridge into Haramoun and rucked towards Sadrmart. Along the way they killed and ravaged several Haramounian farms and other unguarded regions, however they had no interest in settling the land or farming they simply wanted to steal and loot from the rich farmers, especially their gun collections. Tariq, a loyalist to the Queen, had stood by Ibn Somali and kept his 400 men in line by rewarding them. He kept his golden desert eagle at the ready, and personally executed over 20 Haramounians. He also had contacts with the Khazaraeli government, and was gifted an Uzi by the Mossad.

[Vashtia]

Cells of the Halba Liberation Army were activated from Ararat and began attacking police stations, seizing weapons and assassinating Haramounese police officers walking their nightly beat throughout the city. They successfully rammed a truck into a gas station, emmolating themselves for the cause of national liberation. One cell was killed in a gunfight with police when trying to rig explosives under a major bridge. Vashtian Mafia has increased pressures on locals to funnel more protection money to the militants.

[United Islamic Liberation Force]

London, Norf FC

The People's Guardian Magazine in Norf FC was attacked by members of the United Islamic Liberation Force. The terrorists were Moorish Immigrants living in Norf FC.

The terrorists rigged up a makeshift bomb by taping a hand grenade to a small anti-tank mine. The whole thing weighed about six pounds and was quite awkward, but it could be thrown about 50 feet like an oversized grenade.

They parked in an alley about 100 yards from the main entrance of the Post. they disarmed the Bobbie guarding the newspaper and bopped him over the head with his own billy, Then the other terrorist pulled the pin on the grenade-mine contraption he had rigged and heaved it into the rollers of the nearest press, which was just being plated up for the night's run. He ducked behind the masonry parapet while the bomb exploded, and then they hurriedly threw half-a-dozen thermite grenades into the pressroom. Thankfully no one was inside the building but the press was destroyed and the attack would cost Norf Fc millions of dollars in damage, and they beat a bobby up giving him serious booboos to send him to the NHS.

The terrorists escaped in small cars, and managed to outsmart the Bobbies.

[Vashtia]

VASHTIA TODAY: General of the Halba Liberation Army, Magomed Sigmayov is here with President Dragunov at his home for his wedding to his twelfth wife. "Im very happy to be here with the President at 'central command' of the Vashtian people" he said, standing in front of expensive medieval rugs which adorned the walls of the opulent palace. Key figures were in attendance, and even the prominent community leader and philanthropist, Abdul Sultanov, was in attendance, pulling up in his bulletproof blacked out limo smoking a cigar surrounded by an entourage of executive bodyguards in black sunglasses. The father of the bride was also there to collect the dowry of five bars of gold and two sheep. Local Imams were present who pointed out that Prophet Dragunov has stated that "the Sharia has been improved, a man may have as many wives as he can financially support." It is a known fact in Vashtian culture that a man with one wife is considered effeminate and possibly a suspected homosexual. His first wife is considered a woman when he marries his second wife.

Moseh Gigachadov, commander of the Mountain Wolves special forces was also present. President Dragunov was dressed up as a knight in full armor and helmet, wearing his medals such as his Order of Ngubu, with a saber and Chokha coat with gunpowder tubes. Steven Seagal was also there. He did a karate demonstration for the children for the upcoming Youth MMA season. He also taught them how to beat bound and gagged opponents with baseball bats, shovel handles and pipes. A diplomat from Norf FC was also there in military unform as well as one of the worlds most wanted men from the United Islamic Liberation Front, as well as the Queen of Al-Moorocco.

The Vashtian men tested their shooting skills at targets depicting Haramounese President Shamoun in the backyard of the mansion. President Dragunov had his personal AK47 with a grenade launcher attachment. General Sigmayov left in order to procure a special target. He returned with a bloody broomhandle in one hand and a chain in the other, which was attached to Albina Barayev, a human rights activist and democracy advocate, and Redshield Human Rights Organization writer. Her anus appeared to be bloody and she had been arrested for moral indecency, being a key member of a child trafficking ring and for having ties to foreign intelligence agencies. She was cold with fear and was dragged past the firing line on the target stand and President Dragunov and Mr Sultanov, with his golden pistol, took turns shooting the dissident. They drug her limp body back across the field and President Dragunov then finished her off with a shot to the head and his assistant procured some butcher knives, they carved her up and roasted her flesh and served it at the banquet. "This is what happens to traitors and homosexuals in our country" said the President. They played traditional Vashtian music and the newlyweds danced. Barayev's head was then thrown into the crowd who went wild trying to save a trophy from this historic day.

[Norf Anglica]

The Generalissimo Lord Ngubu imself announced recently entrance into war in Haramun to stop the anti-Moorish and anti-Vashtian genocide occurring. However he then spoke to the people about dangerous right deviationists known as the United Islamic Liberation Front who attacked the Guardian newspaper in a brutal attack. The Lord Ngubu has announced both lethal and non-lethal aid to the Knights of Latifah and the Vashtian Liberation Army to counter-balance the influence of UILF extremists who bopped a bobby over the head with his own billy putting him in the NHS for the booboos he aquired.

The Peoples Royal Navy was dispatched and began launching airplanes to bomb the Haramunese government and drop lethal aid which ended up in the hands of the UILF who they supposed to be fighting against. The Vashtians got plenty of advanced weapons systems, with the Knights of Latifah only receiving a crate full of Vaseline.

A military parade was held in London in support of the Lord Protector Ngubu's brilliant decision.

[Vashtia]

Halba Liberation Army freedom fighters recieved aid from Norf Engerlund in northern Haramun. "Until the Haramounese Occupation Government is gone and all non Vashtians are vanquished our people will never know peace in these lands and freedom from racism " said Commander Magomed Sigmayov to international reporters and war correspondents. The were shocked and amazed by his heroism and bravery, some even stated that they were literally shaking. Wow, just wow. The civillians began waving at the plane and singing this song:

"Thank you Norf FC
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend
Thank you Norf FC
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend

Thank you Norf FC
Stopping genocide
Helping small Halba
Stopping the wrong fight
In 2022, helping in Halba
Two men shaking hands
Ngubu and Sigmayov

Thank you Norf FC
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend
Thank you Norf FC
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend

This work that we do
The way we thank you
This song that we sing
Memories will bring
In so many countries
You are keeping peace
You are the life saver
You are pain release

Thank you Norf FC
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend
Thank you Lord Ngubu
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend
Thank you Dragunov
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend
Thank you Norf FC
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend
Thank you Lord Ngubu
You are my best friend
You are the peace keeper
You are the legend"

The military forces and local mafia leaders immediatley took control of the aid, diverting most of the financial aid back to Dragunov. HLA cells gathered their stinger missiles, javelins, bomb making materials, guns, ammunition, and even taken down artillery guns and retreated back into their cover amidst the civillian population, happily accepting the military aid to commit pre emptive acts of self defense against Haramunese "civilians" however in a system of systematic Haramunese supremacy, all non Vashtians are suspected supremacists and we are merely denying more recruits who will grow up to become Haramunese Race Soldiers. The rest of the aid such as food, sosij rolls, baby supplies, and medicine was withheld and sold to the local civillians at exhorbitant and extortion level prices.

[Al Moorocco]

General Ibn Somali was furious that the Al Mooroccans had not recieved aide. He felt as if his "friend" Dragunov, and the Queen herself had betrayed him. He declared a new ideology, almooroccanism and himself as the Sultan. "AlMooroccanism is an ideology which seeks to change the current state of things. I am a Moor and i hate h*Rmounese dogs." Using the secure and secret communications app, Fedgram, he messaged death threats to Commander Tariq Ali Nasheed Bay and told him he was posted up at his location. The Haramounese government also managed to bribe Tariq with tangibles with promises of over 50 trillion dollars, land, gold, and farming equipment as well as a black wall street / banking system. Each moorish citizen would recieve an additional trillion dollars every year, paid in monthly increments. Commanders Buck Breaker and Tariq came to an agreement through negotiations via the Queen and Vashtian Mafia with Al Tanzim, and Tariq's men were allowed past the barricades and into the Sadrmart parking lot.

Nightfall came, and the LFMP realized their grave mistake. They did not have any night vision, as they did not know how to change the batteries or even turn them on. The LFMP began shooting rapidly in all directions in a panic. They ran through the aisles, tossing grenades randomly throughout the store, and began to shoot the hostages they had reluctantly kept alive to use as leverage against the haramounese supremacy government.

The Day of the BBC was approaching as the sun rose and the LFMP guerillas huddled in their firing holes on base, praying to Allah, Tengri, the Queen.. that someone would save them, even Shamoun's men. They realized their fate as they heard the Bussy Battalion coming closer towards their position.

The soldiers of Ibn Somali duct taped their Bussys shut, knowing that if they were captured their fate, but not their anuses, would be sealed. They knew that some real men were coming on their way to get to buck breaking. Their rectums quivered at the sound of black combat boots marching on the pavement and approaching their position. Commander Tariq and his men, including Leiutenant Mandingo kicked open the door and marched in, and the sound of their camo pants being unzipped was deafening. He grabbed Ibn Somali and pulled a tactical knife from his boot and sliced open his clothes and drug him by the ankle into a room where he could be heard sobbing until a gunshot was heard and Tariq left the room feeling refreshed and relieved.

When GNN war correspondents arrived at the scene, reporter Emma Noseberg interviewed Commander Tariq as he posed shirtless, covered in blood which ran down his buff black body.
"Its so nice to finally hear from you Commander, how are your men doing? Where are the prisoners?"
"What prisoners?" he said. "My men are ready to leave now. Im putting my army on the road to peace knowmsayin. As long as the Haramouneans keep their end of the deal."
"What will happen if they dont, Commander Nasheed?"
General Tariq Bey pulled out a pair of pink panties from his suicide vest. "Shamoun will wear this thong and dance for me" he said. "Our people have been oppressed too long. We do not oppose haramonese, just haramouneseness. We are a people with human rights and we deserve reparations, in both land and money. We fought bravely today and they should appreciate what our people have done for them, we have basically saved their nation so they owe us. We are entitled to tangibles in the form of cash payment and land grants to start with. We begin with those and we can figure out more later. But for now, we have had our share of conquest, battle, and bussy. War is bad. To all the lil kids out there dont do drugs. Fight for what you believe in."
"What an inspiring message" she said.
"I know. I'm a gangsta bitch" Commander Tariq replied to the journalist as he slung his RPG over his strong, muscular, thick chiseled shoulder and returned into the Sadrmart to corral his men.

Commander Buck Breaker was flanked on each side by one of the two remaining hostages and posed like a true Haramounese hero.