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[h2] Dakia Ninawa, Assyria [/h2]
[h3]July, 1960[/h3]
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I think it's July, if not, just tell me
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Dakia Ninawa, capital of the Assyrian nation, heartland of the Assyrian people. A city built upon the ashes of civil war, revolution, and chaos, but a city looking up for the future. Over a decade removed from the Assyrian Civil war, the city is nearly completely rebuilt, with the giant Grand Presidential palace looming over the city.

The palace would be filled to the brim of Assyrian art. On the ceiling were murals of Zakariah, Grand President of Assyria, and Ashurbanipal, the greatest Emperor in the history of the ancient Assyrian nation. On the walls were portraits of Zakariah, his officials below him, and his close family members that share the palace with him.

The hallways of the Palace would be filled with the booming voice of Zakariah and one of his officials, Azarah, Premier of the People. Along with those two, Zakariah would have his son and supposed heir, Akiya, witnessing their discussion in an attempt to understand the life of the official government office of the Assyrian leader.

Zakariah was an older fellow, 53, to be exact, who would have a beard to make most of the populace jealous. Standing to his right, Akiya, would be younger and shorter than his father. At the age of 18, he was reaching the point were he would begin to study for his eventual fate as leader. Azarah would tower over both of the members of the Wardeen family, a veteran of the army, he would have a scar on his arm, a wound of an injury he got during the Kurdish revolution. 

The bustle of Dakia Ninawa would The expression on his face was one of unease. He always hated flying, but couldn't refuse the night's party. His nephew would be disappointed if he didn't come. So, instead, he sat down on a couch, away from the windows, started biting his nails, and tried his hardest to focus on anything but where he was.

"Azarah, listen, my friend, I understand your worry over the socialists restarting their meetings, but we put them down over a decade ago, they face no threat to us" stated Zakariah. His tone was firm, but understanding of his worry. Over a decade ago the Assyrians would face the deadliest war in their modern history started by a communist revolt. While the government would defeat the communist rebels, the fear of another revolt and the chaos it would bring still shook Azarah.

"I understand, sir, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't strike them now before they have a chance to grow in numbers again" Azarah replied, "You hear the echoing amongst the youth just as loud as I do, they look towards nations like Greece, like Thailand, and even France, they see them as bastions of socialism and wish the same for Assyria. We can't allow the dark days of the earlier decades to plague us in the future like they did in the past"

"We cannot turn our guns on our own again without provocation. We cannot force an enemy who hasn't struck us yet down, not without knowing their intentions. Attacking the youth, merely for going to these meetings, simply put, would do nothing for us but be a terribly thought out national suicide attempt"

"Za....I mean sir, I'm not saying slaughter the youth in the streets for having socialist ideals, I'm saying that we need to curb any socialist activity before it gets out of hand. There are outside powers, influences, that would like nothing more than for us to fall to the red terror just as the Greeks did. We cannot allow this to happen, we cannot allow even another chance for a war. I beg you to at least consider banning all communist party activities, for the future of our people."

Zakariah would look at Azarah with an expression of confusion. Akiya, not paying attention, would be starring at the wall with little interest to the conversation of policy currently going on.

"I'll consider it, Azarah, I will, but no guarantees. We already face scrutiny from some of the international community over the little electoral freedom we allow for the populace, banning an entire parties activities, no matter how radical they lie on the spectrum of the left, would no doubt bring more western eyes to our nation."

"Considering it is all I asked for sir, so I thank you."

"Is that all, Azarah?"

"Yes sir, it is." states a nodding Azarah.

"Great, in that case, you may leave. Please shut the door on the way out."

Azarah walks out of the palace, shutting the door just loud enough behind him so it snaps Akiya out of his trance.