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The Three Republics of New Tussia

May 13th, 2021
Albangrad, Tussia

There were lines of civilians at one of the various humanitarian aid camps. With Tussian soldiers and officers guarding it, there were multiple lines of registration officials. Those with possible ties with any terrorist or rebel organization were sent to be processed and vetted; some detained. Those who passed the process were let into the Albangrad Superdome; one of, if not the, largest sports stadiums in all of Tussia. It could house up to 100,000 fans so it was perfect for this kind of job.

Food, medicine, and water were being passed out as explosions and gunfire were heard off in the distance. There was the occasional flyover of Tussian jets and helicopters. Occasionally, some of the transport helicopters would land and drop off food and pick up civilians to evacuate them. It was a slow process, but would be deemed necessary so the Superdome wouldn’t overflow.

However, behind the Superdome and away from the public eye bodies were being piled onto trucks to be shipped off for identification. Most of the bodies were civilians, horrifically caught in the crossfire of the on-going siege. The Tussian military was slowly being pushed back; overwhelmed by the number of rebels, gangs, and other factions fighting against both the government and each other. The city was about 1,200 square miles, but only half of that if that was still under the government’s control and it was steadily decreasing. The Superdome was far inside government territory but there was fear of an artillery shell striking it or the rebels managing to take it.

News reporters would arrive and interview the citizens. Some were shaken up, displaced by artillery strikes hitting their homes. Some talked about having lost family, friends, or have family members fighting against their advice. Everyone was affected by this one way or another. Suicide bombers had hurt their family, destroyed their homes, injured them. Some people were shown awaiting medical attention for bullet wounds, burns, or explosions. Tussian medical teams were overstretched across the entire city, trying to tend to the wounded civilians and soldiers. Smoke columns were seen as well as explosions being seen, gunfire being heard. It was horrific, and it was now these people’s lives.

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