Tehran, Iran
Protests continued to mount and grow in the city streets. The government of Iran had cracked down upon it, many times, but the Iranian people continued to grow.
The police faced the approaching crowd, riot gear on, armored vehicles in support. The commander got his orders: Another crackdown. He grinned behind his mask-This was his favorite part, and the reason for which he'd been appointed his post. His predecessor was hesitant about firing on his own people-As far as the current commander was concerned, these people were opposing the will of Allah. Corruption from the Great Satan's poison was seeping in everywhere, and only he could stop it.
"Ready!" He called. "Aim!"
Then something unexpected happened. In front of the protestors, five girls in brightly-colored costumes landed. The commander paused, and his jaw dropped as he took them in.
They wore hijab as proper Muslim women did, but each was a different color. Red, blue, black, yellow, and green. Under their hijab, the girls wore pure white bodysuits, modesty preserved with strategically-placed skirts and cloaks.
"Shahadah!" Called the black-garbed one, brandishing a scimitar.
"Zakāt!" The blue one shouted, spinning a spear around.
"Siyam!" Called the green one, her weapon a whip (which she cracked).
"Salat!" Called the yellow one, who appeared to wield a bow and arrow.
"And Hajj!" Cried the red one, who wielded what looked like a staff
"We are Al Hubb Hurriya! And in the name of the Prophet (Blessing Be Upon Him), we will defeat you!" They shouted together.
The commander, in response, had only one thing to say.
"OPEN FIRE!"
Machine guns fired, gas grenades were thrown... And they all had absolutely no effect on the magic girls, as Siyam had begun spinning her whip in a wide dome above her fellow magic girls which defended them (and the protestors behind them) from the bullets.
The other girls then moved, becoming mere blurs as they evaded the fire of the police and closed the range. Shahadah slashed through the regular police officers like they were nothing. Where Zakāt slammed her spear, explosions followed. Salat's arrows penetrated body armor and she let them loose at a speed that was unbelievable, with a quiver that seemed to never run out.
Hajj, however, was the worst, because as she spun her staff, powerful winds erupted from the motion. The commander's armored vehicle, rated to take anything up to RPGs, was blown over and crushed by the force of the wind blasts.
The five girls of Al Hubb Hurriya worked together, striking Iranian forces and driving them off. They kept moving, protecting the protesters and allowing their message to be heard. However, they took no offensive action. Only if the protestors were attacked would they intervene.
All the same, the international news got to post something they'd never shown before: Iranian police and even troops fleeing protestors.
You can bet Al Hubb Hurriya merchandise began appearing almost the very next day. Admittedly, most of it in Japan.
Al Hubb Hurriya is, roughly translated, "Love Freedom". However, since I don't speak Arabic I probably got the translation wrong so if anyone wants to correct me, please do.