posting in place of Negarakita, consider it a "dual collaboration" post of sorts
Outskirts of Dhimchul, Urching SAR, Orsandia
"Watch this mainsider, look closely" whispered an Urching rebel as a group of Negarakitan-Orsan backed Urchingi mujaheddin insurgents and a detachment of the Orsandian Special Air Service quietly trudged through a vast grassland, with the Dhimkupur Mountain Ranges, and Mount Visser, arguably one of the highest mountains in all of Gael casting a chilling breeze onto the makeshift team.
"Mainsider" was a common endearing slang used through out the Urching Special Autonomous Region by the indigenous local population to describe their "westernized" fellow countrymen, used to contrast from their more rugged, nomadic lifestyle.
In a highly classified directive, the Orsandian government sent Captain Grimes and Team Epsilon of the Orsandian SAS to provide support and local assistance to Urching resistance groups in areas easily controlled by the People's Liberation Force, and supposedly by proxy, the Thuzbekistani government.
Grimes thought to himself "I get that these urchies hate the damn reds like us, but their ideological roots are a danger of sorts." as the team trekked along the cover of heavy vegetation near a rural roadway, one that Orsandian intel prompted as a "PLF supply line" used by the communist rebel group to transport armaments and manpower through out Urching.
An Urchingi man, who called him self "Salaman", led the combined group and suddenly motioned for the combined mujaheddin and SAS forces to stop.
Along a major passageway of this heavily traversed rural highway, Salaman procured a brick sized item from his bag and waved it towards a visibly guarded Grimes.
"Bollocks, get that damn thing out of my face raggie !" muttered Grimes as glared at Salaman.
"Mainsider no angry. Inshallah, this device shall cause those dirty communist kufirs to immolate in fire." Salaman grinned as he placed the device in the dirt along ends of the road way.
"Just cut all of the religious mumbo-jumbo man. You sure this will be enough of a disruption to PLF operations to be a thorn in their side ?" blurted one of the Orsandian commandos.
"Yes yes. They don't know this terrain like we do, be it a desert hell or snowy hell, this is a hell for any unknowing person who wanders in such a cocky manner."
"With your maps you shared, we know the red dogs come through here. You see" said one of the Urchingi rebels.
Truth be told, Captain Grimes held serious reservations and prejudices being "coaxed" by the Orsandian head honchos to work with some ragtag religious militia, he and his men had trained for insurgency and sabotage tactics before, but to be working with individuals whom they only shared an enemy with, was serious break in military protocol, and one he railed heavily against to his superiors behind closed doors.
The Urchingi milita men chattered in their native dialect, then abruptly motioned to Grimes and the SAS attache.
"Come, it is time to get in position for the ambush, may Allah's will smite these dirty communists." Salaman whispered.
"We're gonna have company soon." Grimes turned to his team, who followed him and the Urchingi rebels as they briskly took positions deep in the vegetation, covered further by a dark Urching night.
A caravan of dated military cargo trucks, and two technical vehicles could be heard off to the distance along the highway.