[center][h1][b][u][color=yellow]Samgolan Dawn:[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center]

[center][b][u][h2] Bassong Administration [/h2][/u][/b][/center]

[center][b][u][h3]Kamidye[/h3][/u][/b][/center]

“Sir.” a voice could be heard “Sir, Zan.” It went on. Finally Zan awakened dazed and confused before he saw his friends Ralin, Zaya and Jasura. “W-W-Where am I?” Zan said as he attempted to lean up before falling back down in pain. “Zan, you’re in the prison hospital, you were stabbed. Lucky to be alive right now.” Ralin said with a smile looking over his boss. “The goddamn communists who’ve still not been dealt with got ya. Luckily word has it the leader had an accident with the guards. Jasura said with a smile. “Just rest, sir. You’ll need your strength for the rest of your sentence. Who knows what the communists might do.” Zaya said as he paced back and forth. Zan slowly nodded “It is good to see you my friends. Are we alone right now?” The three of them nodded as Zaya shut the door. “Shortly before my arrest I had met with the Islamic Army leader. He said his forces weren’t as numerous as reports may seem and needed help getting weapons. While I am no longer in command use that information as you will.” Zan sighed as he moved his hand over the wounds in his stomach. “Furthermore, I am unsure if I will even return to a life of politics. I am a defeated man, stabbed, imprisoned. I used to run this country and how the damned CAPs have it. Jasura I heard you became leader use your strength combined with Zaya’s voice and together you will make an unstoppable team. But please go don’t make me keep you.” Jasura and Zaya wanted to say something but Zan stopped them and sent them out and they followed their commands. It was Ralin and Zan left. “Sir, I don’t know what to do. I fear if they don’t destroy the party, our rivals will. Without you as our voice, I think we may return to the sand.” Zan smiled and shook his head. “Worry not, Ralin if times prove dire I will return but I believe in the party. However I will need you help, I want to write a book. About my life and ideals, it must be shown to the country. Will you assist me?” Ralin nodded and quickly grabbed a pen and paper. They spent the next several hours discussing and figuring out the layout of the book.


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As Jasura returned to Ziwa after speaking to his friend and companion Zan. He took time to think things over, his current plans of strength weren’t working he had no legal ground to stand on. Instead he would have to push the people away from the Liberty Coalition and their ideals. While the Brick and Mortar act appeared to be working wonders, the weakest link of the Coalition was the SPP. Especially after the wreck of things happening in Ziwa. Jasura would go to the sight of the Watongo village and the standoff. Meeting with the former hostages and the loved ones of the victums. Not for political gain but to whole heartedly show his compassion as he knows the terror in their eyes having nearly just lost his father figure. 

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