Tetri Tsqaro The sun shined on a city that was in total war. Tetri Tsqaro, once the pinnacle symbol of the Government’s strength and power was now full of plumes of smoke and gunfire. The atrium, the building the Government had been using since 1973, was being torn apart by the civilians, who had grown tired of the Government’s company. Akhaltsikhe’s fighting force in the area was better equipped and trained, but they simply couldn’t defeat the hordes of people. They were struggled and got the order for a retreat, as the air force was moving in to deal with the rebellion. It wasn’t long before the six airplanes did appear over the skies of the city. No one could make them out, but that didn’t matter, because two of them began dropping bombs onto the city. The bombs fell to the ground and exploded, it was a magnificent sight. Or at least it would have been, for the bombs didn’t seem to have any particular target other than causing collateral damage. That was, at least, until they came to the Atrium. The atrium was fired upon by the jets, the missile impaling the building, exploding on the inside, killing the hundreds of civilians who had stormed the building. The courtyard of the Atrium had people as well, all who were wounded by the missiles. The jets turned and fly off, but the damage was extensive enough. Plumes of smoke rose across the city and what was once gun fire turned into tears of pain. Fires raged on the buildings, and of course, a fire fighting unit wasn’t exactly available. It didn’t take long for people to realize that the power plant in the city was bombed, casting the whole city into darkness. The cries were suddenly interrupted by the sound of more planes, the populace looked up to see more bombers en route for the city, this time, they all tried to take cover as the bombings would continue.