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Tamrida, Senate Hall, 15:32 PM

The large, semicircular room was filled with faces, all of which wore an expensive suit, ready for politics. The hardwood walls of the Senate Hall were rarely seen on Socotra, as most lumber had to be imported for a hefty price, it gave the Hall a certain look of western cultures that could rarely be seen in the Middle East, post-collapse. It was an off day today, and everyone was in just for conformity, to look and act professional like any government organization should.

Shots rang out outside of the building. It was rare, but not uncalled for, the guns that the Senate Hall security force employed were shoddily built in Tamil and discharged often. The senators continued their work.

A loud roar filled the building corridors, the large door of the Senate Hall blasted open, sending the security guard by the entryway flying. Smoke filled the Hall, in walked Senior General Bashar Al-Saddafi, commander of the Armed Forces of Socotra. Behind him stood dozens of well-armed soldiers, ready to follow his every command. Saddafi unrolled a large scroll, and stated -

“We are the New Armed Forces of New Yemen, by the order of the Supreme Commander of New Yemen - me, we have decided that the Senate of Socotra is unconstitutional and shall be dismantled at once.”

Saddafi looked around at the senate, everyone was speechless with their jaws dropped. He continued -

“Along with this, we have ordered the execution of every senator, past and present, of the Socotran Senate, as they have been deemed traitors to New Yemen and will not be tolerated in New Yemen.”

This time the senate reacted, the North Tamridan senator ran out the fire exit, only to be met by gunshots seconds later.

Saddafi finally finished reading the order -

“However, those who can assist in the capture of former president Hariri will be graciously spared. Can anybody assist us?”

The senate was silent.

Saddafi frowned.

“Very well then.” He looked to the soldiers, “Begin.”

Tamrida, Presidential Palace, 23:56 PM

Saddafi stepped inside of the palace, accompanied by soldiers carrying filing cabinets filled to the brim with legislature that all shared one thing in common, a small stamp on the top-right that stated “FOR PRESIDENTIAL EYES ONLY”.

Well, he thought, not anymore.

Hariri was missing for days, the senate wasn’t aware that she had left until they were told about it, then executed. But the timing was perfect, Hariri had been running a country that vilified her and a senate that was on her payroll. In the people's eyes, Saddafi had done Allah's work, by both ‘imprisoning’ a despot and reforming Yemen. He was a hero in their eyes, even if his methods were brutal.

He glanced down at his watch, by now, all former senators that served under Socotra were no longer living. He didn’t think killing the senate was a particularly good decision, as they had families that would speak against the new government, but it had to be done to make sure that New Yemen wouldn’t be floundered by previous entities who wouldn’t agree with his tactics. Where Hariri was? It wasn’t very important, but some officers theorized she was hiding on the mainland, probably with the stubborn Anno who couldn’t take the hint that a military takeover was inevitable. It would be hard to find her, as Saddafi had seen the monolith that was Anno’s fortress, “Khanfasa' Kabira”, the Great Beetle, there were hundreds of tunnels and sewers that would allow Hariri’s escape if warranted.

In time, Socotra would no longer be Socotra, but a free peoples with no political land or motives, just to live and wish for a free Yemen.