Nil looked out over the city over his sun glasses, his friends having fun listening to the music. Nil turned around “Another fine day in paradise right”
His friends laughed, one pulled his rifle up and fired a few rounds into the air “FUCK YES”
As they laughed and drove past, a boy sitting in an ally leaned back looked up to the sky, his stomach bulging. Flies landed on his face and began to bit, he didn't even bother to wipe them up, the sun looked beautiful, he reached up then closed his eye one last time.
Nil drove towards a house and pulled his jeep in front, getting out he pulled his assault rifle with him, as he walked in two 14 year old boys armed with assaults guarded the door, both saluted and spoke in unison “Welcome General Nil”
He nodded to them and entered, men and woman sat around “what happening around”
falling down between two woman he smiled rubbing his hands over their bodies, a man across the room spoke up “The National People Front is trying to move into our prostitution rings in the city of Arambeke, and the Mirage United Forces are trying to muscle into our drug rings in Falicas”
Nil pulled his hand out of the woman's shirt “They think they can stand against the Sharik Forces well kill those fucks”
The men burst in to laughter. The next day about 200 men and boys armed with a verity of arms moved towards the city of Arambeke to reinforce the 50 or so already in the city. The younger ones were given black runs, a mix of cocaine and gun powder.
The boys rushed into town firing into the betrothals run by the NPF, from the building people loyal to the NPF fired back. Those in the middle were just cut down by the gun fire. After a few minutes of fire rpgs were launched into the buildings killing most in side.
Soon the rabble that was the SF's military was let lose on he area for allowing the NPF to move in and they began to rape all the woman they could find, and kill others. Nil drove in with his jeep looking at the burning ruins, he fired a few shoots into some people who were crying over a body in the street “Death to all who harder the NPF mother fuckers!!!”
He stopped to laugh seeing a 12 year old boy beating to death a woman, her flesh getting smashed by the boys rifle butt, soon his gun began to dig into her head, the screams stopping and just the sound of him smashing her skull over and over again.
“A couple hundred solders like him and maybe I can take over all of Rakata. Let the good times roll young warrior!”
As he drove up the boy turned blood splattered on his face and thrust his fist in the air to salute the general.
Across the nation out side of the city of Kirna around three thousand men woman and children sat in a camp. A woman stood up in front of a bucket of water and began to yell “Gira! Gira! Where are you Gira its time for your bath, come now or someone else will need to use the water!”
A young boy ran up behind the woman “here I am momma Ill take my bath now”
some music began to play, an old man with a patch work string instrument strummed away as some girls and boys around her danced, laughing. A teen mother feed her child brushing flies away from the babies face. Some people gathered around a fire and cooked a bit of food, some dogs and other animals they had captured, their was little food to be gathered, but what they gathered they used to the best they could. The entire camp was a family, they helped each other and saw everyone as family.
Gira finished his bath and had his cloths but on, another child replaced him, he ran off with a ball chasing some children laughing. His mother smiled a tear on her face seeing him so happy.
Some men worked on fixing a tent that had broken over the night. Others stood around talking and laughing. Some were in prayer.
The children played with Gira and his ball, playing some sports and other games. The sun was not as hot as usual and allowed them to not worry about getting to hot. In one the sounds of birth were heard, a baby came into a new world, a new life with infinite possibilities.
Gira stopped playing as she heard some sounds she walked to the edge of camp. He had heard a strange sound. “Ill play latter, I heard something interesting”
Walking slowly he hummed with the music being played, as he pierced the edge of the tents he saw men and trucks gathering around the camp. They were holding guns and aiming them at the village he turned and yelled “MOMMY”
Then the guns fired, the screams form the camp competing with the fire of the assault rifles. As the people screamed and ran to hide. Mothers and fathers looking for children and loved ones. The men around the camp just kept firing.
After a few minutes the men with the weapons moved into the town, slowly, firing randomly into bodies, if they saw anyone moving. One man stopped, looking down on a small boy on the very edge of the camp, it looked like he died turning back towards the village. With a laugh he moved on.
100 kilometers away on a small farm Karia sat on a chair looking at her mother. She was being devastated by some diseases, no matter what they tried even a normal virus was devastating her body. She couldn't stay looking her mother die covered in flies. Walking out side she rubbed her chest, she was so hungry as of late. She hadn't been able to eat much in the last few days. Roving bands of troops had killed most of the live stock her father had. It wasn't likely that they would be able to survive till the crops come in.
Her father was desperate, each night he just looked at his wife, who is about to die. Then he would see his children starving, she was afraid what he may do. Walking forward she saw her brother sitting on the ground he was playing with some old toy figures. Her face changed a glow coming about her, seeing him despite what has been going on around him, so happy, so peaceful.
Walking to the edge of the yard, looking over her families fields. She was the only one in her family who could write. Her grandmother had taught her, before she died. When she had some extra money she would get some books, and learn more. Pulling her diary out, she began to write. Today was a normal day, so far at least, her youngest borther was playing with her toys. The other 2 helped her father in the fields.
Or that's what she thought was going on, over the horizon a truck came, in it men armed. She began to shiver, she had heard about woman that had been raped by them. With out a thought she ran into the house. oh please god just let them go back. Don't let them see me, I don't want to get killed
Then she heard something she didn't expect. Her father... was talking to them... she pressed her ear to the door to listen. Tears welling in her eyes, he was.. he was... selling her.
Her father, was going to sell her to these men, she was going to be a prostitute for them. She was doing this to her own daughter.. how could he, she loved him. She was her father he had raised her from a baby, his wife, who gave birth to her was in her death bed. This didn't matter, he was going to sell her to them despite it all, how could he...
Soon they came to the door she moved back screaming but she was over powered and shackled. They weren't going to rape her yet, she was going to be first given to someone. As she was dragged out she looked into her fathers eyes, he was crying holding his sons “why father... why...”
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I know you will never forgive me...”With that he fell to his knees, and began to cry, along with her brothers. The food and money was moved off the truck. She was placed on, holding her diary in her hand. She was taken away. Away from everything she knew.
Across the vast nation of Rataka this was happening, a nation of more then two billion souls. The government had fallen and the few resources that were available were being pulled apart by the warlords. Different factions all claiming to be freedom fighters, true leaders and other things. They all just wanted power and wealth, and the people in the middle were just tools. This is Rataka the poorest lands in all Taijitu, things that were normal luxuries in other nations were rare and not available to the people of this land.
“The people of this land are not ones who will ever truly see the riches that life has to offer. No they are simply people to be used, to be bent to our ends. Do not think of this as some normal people, some normal land. We are the people of the failed state Rataka, do not cry for us, we will carve our own story from the bodies of our brothers.”
~Nil Leader of Sharik Forces
