The Ceylonese Bush War|IC|Closed

[Anowa]

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_{Ensign. David Grimrssen
SPECTRS Detachment Golf "Boxcar", Air Assault Team "Gungnir"
Airborne, Near Jaffna
Anowa}

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_{10/02/2021 - 8:10 PM AST}

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It was raining that night, it had been almost a day since the riots in Jaffna started, and the few fires started were still visible in the dark and shitty night. But they chose this night specifically, namely that the average helo pilot wouldn't dar fly in this type of weather. The two attack helicopters were fully loaded for anti ground, they had no soldiers being carried, and it was just the two of them and their native crews. Skimming some 60 feet above the ground, just high enough to avoid hitting any power lines, their target was the military section of Jaffna Int'l airport. It was a local installation for the CDF, and it was where SADF MPs had been flown in from, originally the idea had been to take the airport, but weather, the fact that the SADF would just as soon nuke it than let it fall, and lack of NF manpower this far north meant it would be for nought.

So instead they were gonna level everything there.

"Gungnir-1, 30 seconds to target. Remember ROE, don't fire on the surrounding residences, the military hospital on the east side of the airfield is only valid if fired from. Everything else at the airfield is considered a valid war time target."

From his earpiece, the pilot heard the other aircraft report "Reaffirm and copy, 1."

"Hans, anything on thermal?"

The gunner shrugged, "Just a few patrols in pseudo techies, seems like all the aircraft are grounded. They have temp barracks set up in tents. Their day's about to get a lot worse."

"Understood." the pilot keyed his mic, "Gungnir, engage."

Near the airport's perimeter fence, 20mm autocannon shells effectively ripped a technical in half. Another stream of tracers arced towards the temporary barracks, not only likely killing or shell shocking those inside, but setting it on fire as well. Temporary hangars were still pretty much buttoned up for weather.

Salvoes of 70mm rockets ripped through rain and canvas and started lighting up helicopters, fighters, and barracks alike. All the while the 20mm chin guns were swiveling around and engaging targets at will as the two aircraft circled the airport. Three revolutions around the military section before the two aircraft made for a run over the "terminal" which could be barely considered one.

Off the inner hardpoints, a total of 4 times 250 kilogram bombs were dropped on the building, effectively leveling it.

The two helicopters beet feet into the horrid weather of the North Sri Lankan night, back to Oxide. Behind them, a half dozen Alouette IIIs, a quartet of HG-91s, a similar number of F-14s, a number of technicals from what was likely supposed to be the local QRF, and more than enough ammo and fuel to supply them were all up in flames. All in less than 2 minutes.

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_{MCpl. Johan Schmidt
SPECTRS Detachment Foxtrot "Leviathan"
20 meters below Sea Level, Hambonata Harbour
Anowa}

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_{10/02/2021 - 8:12 PM AST}

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Diving was typically a serene experience, deep underwater you couldn't hear anything besides your own SCUBA kit and the fish. Not tonight though. A squad of 6 was now swimming into dragon's teeth. The NKS Milton, to be specific.

The NKB ship had the misfortune of staying docked, instead of the reasonable status of being anchored at sea. So far, the swimmers could see the bulk of the ship's waterline. The team had forgone anything but their own legs to propel them, anything motorized was likely too loud, and would give their position away. They'd ditched them near the mouth of the harbour to use in their escape, but right now it was sheer manpower keeping the team, their underwater rifles, and the 12 limpet charges moving.

Closer and closer they moved, the reverberation from the ship's passive sonar rippling through the water and their bodies. Given the nation's location, so long as they didn't make any odd noises, it would be easy to pass them off as seals or dolphins. In insurgencies like this, it was typical to forgo any sort of harbour security for anything more than surface level, it was what the Anowans were betting on, and it's what came true.

The red paint and barnacled surface oif the NKS Milton was now visible.

By now the oil tanks should have been-

whoomp

There. Across the bay, and it's lagoon, a Ceylon Oil Storage facility had just been hit with it's own charges. An oily black smear was likely to fill the sky for the next few days, but right now, it was more of a distraction.

Limpet charges were placed on the Milton, 4 on the control surfaces like the rudder and propellers. The rest were dotted along the hull walls on both sides. Degaussing measures meant the mines wouldn't adhere magnetically, but copious amounts of subsurface tape made sure they stayed in place.

The team, one by one made away from the boat, and at minimum safe distance. A cacophony of detonations echoed from the harbour, and the hull of the Milton.

The team would be gone inside of ten minutes. The team that assaulted the oil facility had never been there, after all why worry about infiltrating when you can just mortar the oil tanks?

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_{LtJG. Sylwia Kołacz
SPECTRS Detachment Alpha "Homelander", Recon 3 "Oni"
Near Victoria Dam
Anowa}

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_{10/02/2021 - 8:23 PM AST}

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"Why the fuck didn't we waste them!?" It was a rather aggressive question, as the faux NF soldiers pulled away from the scene, leaving close to two hundred corpses or wounded in their wake. The Fireteam lead for the 12 man squad probed further, 'Well!?"

"They can't know we're on the island yet, Thom. The ATGM was probably enough to tip them off that the NF are receiving foreign support."

"So, what, we let Hamidi die for nothing? He deserved better than that! You fucking know he'd do it for you!"

The woman was quiet, "I know. Liam, get on long range, see if you can get Huginn to follow that truck to wherever it's heading. Tamu, get the photos you took in to an uplink." she looked at the graffitti next to her late comrade's corpse, "We'll give them their fucking "Hello world"... racist sacks of shit."

[Allanea]

OOC: This is a post about the non-war, non-shooting actions of the Allaneans - a military post where some minor shooting occurs will be available during the day.

IC:

Free Kingdom Military Facility Pelican's Nest, near Colombo
(Precise location: 6.913022575927786, 80.00945415637975)


The first Allanean troops had disembarked off their planes, and now were working on building their base. This was no longer any kind of clandestine operation – they were here by lawful invitation of the Republic of Ceylon, they had no need to hide their presence.

The first to deploy were Combat Engineers. Their presence was heralded by the arrival of six-wheeled excavator trucks and armored personnel carriers. First, the APCs stopped around the future camp, their guns aimed outwards. Within hours, the camp perimeter had a barbed wire fence. By the end of the day, dark-green modular structures were brought in – portable offices and barracks made out of shipping containers, with their own air conditioning, lighting, and so on.

And the more Combat Engineers poured in, the more construction went on. Two water purification stations were brought in, a medical tent put up. Trench positions and weapons turrets appeared around the base's entrance.

It would be several days before the base would be fully put up.

Then, and only then, did the civilians appear. These were Allaneans of course, so while they had no firearms, they were armed still – heavy machetes or other blades hung at every hip even though the civilians were dressed as workers or doctors. Some of them wore jeans and t-shirts, others wore medical clothes.

And only after those men and women appeared did the signs and leaflets begin to be distributed throughout Colombo:

DID YOU KNOW?

ALLANEANS ARE NOT ONLY ENEMIES OF SLAVERS AND MAOISTS.

THEY ARE ALSO ENEMIES OF THE MALARIA PARASITE AND THE CHOLERA BACTERIA.

COME NOW TO THE FREE KINGDOM ARMED FORCES BASE PELICAN NEST.

RECEIVE VACCINATION AGAINST MALARIA AND CHOLERA – FREE OF CHARGE!

CHOLERA VACCINATION IS RECEIVED ORALLY BY PILL.

MALARIA VACCINE REQUIRES SEVERAL INJECTIONS.

IN LIGHT OF THIS, THE TECH 4 DEVELOPMENT CHARITY OF ALLANEA IS RAFFLING OFF FREE TABLETS AND LAPTOPS AMONG PARTICIPANTS. CLEAN DRINKING WATER IN PLASTIC BOTTLES IS ALSO BEING DISTRIBUTED.

MOSQUITO NETS ARE ALSO AVAILABLE, FREE OF CHARGE. LECTURES ON MALARIA PREVENTION ARE HELD BY THE FREE KINGDOM'S MILITARY DOCTORS.

YOU MAY THINK WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT WHATEVER FACTION YOU LIKE.

THE MALARIA PARASITE IS EVERYONE'S ENEMY. JOIN US FOR VICTORY.

[Allanea]

OOC: This brief war post is authorized by the player of Anowa as well as the OP of this thread.

IC: Somewhere in the jungles of Ceylon

The enemy camp was almost too small to be considered a camp at all – about a half-dozen tents, some of them military olive-green, others brightly-colored tourist tents that someone had 'repurposed' from an outdoor supply store. These men were hardly the National Front's finest. A small campfire burned in the middle of the camp, and a single fighter, dressed in shorts and a dirty t-shirt – then again, weren't everyone's clothes dirty in the jungle – sat, face to the fire, his gun on his knees.

A mistake.

A rookie mistake.

Looking into the light he had blinded himself to the darkness. He did not see the shadows approach.

Suddenly a pair of powerful hands grabbed onto his face and his throat, yanking him backwards. He tried to scream, to call for help, but it was already too late. He was forced backward, the sudden jolt of the attack forcing the air from his lungs. Pain lashed suddenly across his throat, and blood bubbled from his lips, pink, frothing with his life-breath. Then it was darkness.

Grenades bounced into the openings of the terrorist tents, automatic weapons raked the cloth walls. Men and women who had been peacefully asleep but seconds ago now woke into a world of fire, blood, and death, in which an unseen force slaughtered them and their friends.

The mission was being executed flawlessly – almost flawlessly.

Walking through the camp, firing his weapon at the enemy tents, the team's commander, Elian Kinley, had not noticed a single enemy soldier who had just climbed out of his tent – through an opening that faced away from Elian. Raising his Kalashnikov, the guerrilla fired a single long burst.

Blood spouted from Kinley's shoulder. But he was alive still. He rushed towards the enemy.

Momentarily, the guerrillas were all around him, attacking some with guns, some with machetes. He held his carbine one-handed, firing it into the chest of the man who had injured him as the guerrilla was struggling to reload, and then threw it away. He brought another of the terrorists down with his pistol – three wounds blossomed on the other man's chest and forehead like poppies as the guerrilla fell, crushing a tent roof. Then it was a scuffle at short range, so short that guns had no advantage over blades.

Finley could hear his men rushing to his aid, but he knew also they would be too late. He had managed to make a fatal error, and to let himself become surrounded by soldiers who were clearly his inferiors in training – and to put himself in a situation where his training meant little. The only thing left was to fight, to make sure his life cost the enemy something.

He stabbed another of his attackers, leaving the knife hilt-deep in the wound. There was no time to struggle to withdraw it. He shot a woman as she was levelling a rifle to shoot from her hip. She fired as she fell backwards, and he felt something strike him. Then he, too, fell.

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Corporal Klemens von Auspitz reached Senior Lieutenant Finley's body first. The man lay among the wreckage of tents and bodies, the dead and the dying strewn all around him. He himself lay on his back, blood flowing from many wounds. When he spoke, his teeth were red.

"Ah. Auspitz. Good man, Auspitz. Tell Conway, he runs the team now."

He was alive, still. He could not be abandoned. They put him on a stretcher.

It was almost a symbolic gesture. There would be too many wounds, and there were a few of the wounds that could each, on their own, kill a man. Yet the team insisted.

Senior Lieutenant Elian Finley would close his eyes for the final time on the dawn on the next day. He did, however, close them lying on a clean medic's bed.

News of the incident would reach Liberty-City days later, and a few days after that, by sheer coincidence, they would reach Oren Ilyinsky, the poet.

He would know how to respond best.

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I met him at first in a far foreign land,
When we went to war in the jungle.
He walked on ahead with his carbine in hand
And rallied his fellows to battle.

He walked on ahead, an example to all,
And he was from Liberty-City.
The sea-wind blew hard on his officer's cloak,
He fought with no fear or pity.

He dreamed in the jungle of palaces and clubs,
He spoke of its streets and its groves
He spoke of his city's chill air and long nights,
And sang of its skies and its snows.

"For Crown and Liberty!" - the hero called
"No fear, no mercy, no respite!"
He entered first into the enemy's fold,
He fought with his blade and his rifle.

With sword and with rifle he vanquished the foe,
And then with his pistol and dagger,
He met their best blows with strikes of his own,
He walked with a hero's swagger.

I met him again when the quiet returned,
He lay on a medical gurney.
He wore no longer his officer's cloak,
He whispered "I won't be returning".

The surgeon had counted ten terrible wounds,
From bullets and bayonet blows.
But still our hero sang as he died,
Of palaces and boulevards and snows.

The hero officer whispered again
"Please visit dear Liberty-City
And feel the snows underfoot in my stead,
And drink in the bars to my memory."

We lowered our hero alone in his grave,
We swore that we would avenge him,
And then our company went on its way,
To pursue and vanquish the enemy.

[Andrenade]

[redacted]

[South Americanastan]

The Ceylonese Bush War
Artillery Adds Dignity

Piduruthagala Conservation Forest, Hurricane District, Republic of Ceylon

"20:00! GO! GO! GO!"

With the scream of nearly every CO in the area, the SADF artillery pits came alive. Soldiers scrambled out of their beds towards their MAP-94 SPHs, grabbing a 155mm HE shell on their way. The 20 SPHs began ringing off shots, their chassis shaking with every projectile. While 2 men stood inside the vehicles, a gunner and a loader, another man stood on the back, watching with binoculars as the shots flew the 2.3 miles from the Artillery Pits to the summit.

"Miss! Too Short!" One of them called through the open hatch of the MAP-94.

Many of them stood without proper protection, not even so much as a shirt. They were artillerymen, though, and were far away from the frontlines. They had sandbags in front of them, just in case, but they did not feel needed. The only man who wore full protection was the one on the back of the tank, but it rarely, if ever, came into play.

BANG!

The MAP-94 shook backwards from the recoil of the blast, and the man one the back held onto the South Americanastanian flagpole mounted onto the tank for stability. He regained his balance, however, and watched as the shot sailed through the air.

"Getting closer, but still short! Hey! Was that a base bleed!?"

A yell came from the loader.

"Yeah, shit. Must've accidentally brought one in when we were loading up the racks!"

Meanwhile, a radio blared music in the background. A jury-rigged speaker system finally started working, playing the song throughout the SADF artillery pits. Almost like a hivemind, the MAP-94s begin firing in sync with the song.

Yeah, you really got me now

BANG!

You got me so I don't know what I'm doin', now

BANG!

Oh yeah, you really got me now

BANG!

You got me so I can't sleep at night

BANG!

You really got me

BANG!

You really got me

BANG!

You really got me

BANG!

See, don't ever set me free

BANG!

I always wanna be by your side

BANG!

Girl, you really got me now

BANG!

You got me so I can't sleep at night

BANG!

The artillery continued firing at their previous pace soon after, in large part due to their COs yelling at them not to slow down the bombardment. Each gun fired at it's own pace, giving the hostile forces little time to rest in between the strike of each shell. 2B9 Vasilek mortars fired automatically, emptying their clips at a breakneck pace.

The 2B9s soon switched from conventional shells to SADF-issue "firecracker" shells, made to imitate gunshots. The rounds arced through the air, their fuse running out after a second. Just as it began to close in, the round began sounding off, imitating the sounds of 7.62 NATO rounds flying through the air.

The Ceylonese Bush War
The Ceylonese Warranty

Press Room of Jaffna Town Hall, Jaffna, Sterling District, Republic of Ceylon

The press room filled up at an extraordinary rate, as both South Americanastanian and Ceylonese reporters wanted to get their latest story for the papers and networks. At the front of the press room sat a table, and behind that table, two representatives. One from the Republic of Ceylon, and one from the South Americanastanian Defense Force. Between them sat the Mayor of Jaffna, his hands shaking in the moment.

The SADF representative, a lean, brown haired and light skinned man, leaned into his microphone.

"Alright, we seem to be ready to go, so if you have any questions, ask away."

Hands raised from all over the room.

"You, in the back, what do you want to ask?"

"Why were there no proper security measures in place at the Jaffna Airport?"

The Ceylonese representative leaned into his microphone.

"Well, the attack happened during the night, and it was heavily raining. We did not expect any NF activity this far north, and we certainly did not expect them to have any aircraft. We suspect foreign involvement or support, but we have not been able to find any evidence to confirm this."

The SADF representative leaned back into the microphone, pointing into the sea of waving hands.

"Alright, what do you want to ask?"

"What measures will be taken in response to this attack?"

"We plan to launch a major attack on NF positions as retaliation. Any attacks against the Republic of Ceylon, or infringements on it's sovereignty, will not be tolerated, and will be met with hostility, and, if necessary, deadly force. Democracy and Freedom are values that must stand on Ceylon and the world stage, no matter who attacks it or detracts from it.

Along with this, the SADF and The Republic of Ceylon will be undertaking a joint venture to create a slush fund to compensate the family of the victims of NF attacks on both civilian and military personnel. This compensation may be claimed by anyone qualified for it within 30 days of the death of a loved one. This slush fund will be active for the next year, and may be extended if the war continues longer.

Should the slush fund run out, the SADF will pay compensation out of it's own pocket. While we may not be able to bring your loved ones back, we will do everything we can to help compensate and provide closure for their deaths."

While more questions fly for the rest of the press conference, none of them truly matter. The comment by the SADF representative is quickly circulated throughout the media, either portrayed as a kind action by the SADF and CSF to help families of victims recover from the war, or portrayed as an admission of a fundamental inability to defend civilians and military personnel from National Front attacks. It becomes known as "The Ceylonese Warranty" due to it's limited time status, and strict and short time period for the claiming of benefits.

[Vacif]

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Conflict Rising in Ceylon?
Natasha Kuzmina (@RealNatKuzmina)
^{10/07/2021 | Colombo, Western Province, Ceylon}

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COLOMBO: Speculators believed that once the ceasefire between the Ceylonese Security Forces and the Sri Lankan Democratic Front had been brokered that the nation would begin a steady climb towards stability and peace, but recent clashes across the nation have dashed those thoughts as firefights between the CSF and the National Front of Sri Lanka continue to wreak havoc across the country. This conflict alone has already directly claimed the lives of 5 683 civilians that can be confirmed. Accounting for deaths caused by lack of access to clean drinking water, food, medication or other essential resources, some in speculate the total casualties from the past 13 months could be as high as 15,000. Hundreds of millions of US Dollars in damages have been caused by the conflict as well as untold economic repercussions plaguing the already beleaguered nation's economy. These numbers come from the International Blue Shield and Cross Foundation who have been working in the nation for four months, working with local security and peace keeping forces. The number of dead however are hard to calculate due to the high displacement of the civilian population from the South Americanistani invasion last year. Tens of thousands of civilians have been displaced from their homes as fighting across the country has intensified.

Stability in the region is expected to rise with the open support of numerous nations across the globe pledging assistance to either the Ceylon Security Force or the Democratic Front, however in the weeks since these announcements, conflict has only continued to rise. 167 reported dead in the Hurricane district as Security Forces clash with the National Front. Likewise, the NF have ambushed a force of soldiers from New Kowloon Bay. Leading to seven dead National Front fighters and 24 dead Kowloon soldiers. A yet still unknown number of civilians were harmed in this action.

Meanwhile in Jaffna, citizens gathering to march in support of the National Front are forcefully dispersed by the SADF and local security forces. International human rights and free speech advocate bodies have criticized the CSF's use of force in suppressing the march.

The NF staged an air assault of Jaffna International Airport, witnesses state that a pair of attack helicopters flew in during the storm at around 8 PM local time and assaulted the CDF/SADF's military camp, destroying aircraft, weapons stockpiles and infrastructure. It is yet unknown at this time when or where the NF got acquired attack helicopters. The Ceylonese Security Forces have stated "Further violations of Ceylonese sovereignty will not be tolerated". Though it is unknown if this is aimed directly at the National Front or their as of yet unidentified foreign backers. A press conference will be held later this week to answer questions pertaining to the escalation.

Meanwhile, in a much more shocking escalation, a fuel storage facility at Hambonata Harbour was blown up, along with the NKS Milton, a New Kowloon Bay aircraft carrier docked in the same harbour. A National Front spokesperson known simply as 'The Informant' had this to say.

"The first of many victories over the imperialist South Americanistan, and their lapdogs in the illegitimate, so called Republic of Ceylon."

When asked for a comment, Kawloonia Armed Military officials gave the following address.

'A few days ago, a naval ship was blown up by NF along with parts of the Hambonota Naval Base. There were quite a lot of casualties and injuries, but we will provide financial assistance to all those affected. We are quite shocked by this, as the National Front was, according to maps from a week ago, grounded in the center of Sri Lanka. We are not ruling out foreign interference, and we will be sending reinforcements to other naval bases to effectively wipe out the NF.'

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Danny Boy · 2 Hours ago
Wait, how are the NF still in the fight without support? Who's helping these guys?

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Soft Speaker · 45 minutes ago
I wonder who's next! *looks at the literally the entire globe*

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E. Pascalla · 31 minutes ago
Oh no, not the economy!

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Vacifan Military on the Move
ASEAN Meets to discuss Ceylon
Why are so many countries interested in the Republic of Ceylon?

[New Kowloon Bay]

Miltonford Gazette
Press Conference about the State of NKB's Intervention in Ceylon

WELLINGTON, OCT 10: Today, NKB Press Secretary Jennifer Proto made a short speech about the situation of NKB's intervention in Ceylon.

'A few days ago, a naval ship was blown up by NF along with parts of the Hambonota Naval Base. There were quite a lot of casualties and injuries, but we will provide financial assistance to all those affected. We are quite shocked by this, as the National Front was, according to maps from a week ago, grounded in the center of Sri Lanka. We are not ruling out foreign interference, and we will be sending reinforcements to other naval bases to effectively wipe out the NF.'

When asked about potential attacks on NF troops, the secretary had this to say,'

'We will definitely be applying airstrikes and troop movements over the next few days, but many of this information is classified.'

From: Commander J. Watterson., NKSS Gradontia, NKSS Hijiania
To: Galle Naval Base
Request to dock at Galle Harbour.

[Anowa]

The Ceylonese Bush War
Artillery Adds Dignity
(Image)

Piduruthagala Conservation Forest, Hurricane District, Republic of Ceylon

"20:00! GO! GO! GO!"

With the scream of nearly every CO in the area, the SADF artillery pits came alive. Soldiers scrambled out of their beds towards their MAP-94 SPHs, grabbing a 155mm HE shell on their way. The 20 SPHs began ringing off shots, their chassis shaking with every projectile. While 2 men stood inside the vehicles, a gunner and a loader, another man stood on the back, watching with binoculars as the shots flew the 2.3 miles from the Artillery Pits to the summit.

"Miss! Too Short!" One of them called through the open hatch of the MAP-94.

Many of them stood without proper protection, not even so much as a shirt. They were artillerymen, though, and were far away from the frontlines. They had sandbags in front of them, just in case, but they did not feel needed. The only man who wore full protection was the one on the back of the tank, but it rarely, if ever, came into play.

BANG!

The MAP-94 shook backwards from the recoil of the blast, and the man one the back held onto the South Americanastanian flagpole mounted onto the tank for stability. He regained his balance, however, and watched as the shot sailed through the air.

"Getting closer, but still short! Hey! Was that a base bleed!?"

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_{MCWO. Robert "Kozak" Kozakiewicz
SPECTRS Detachment Alpha "Homelander", Recon 7 "Horror"
Near Pidurutalagala Summit
Anowa}

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_{10/09/2021 - 20:00 AST}

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There was a bang in the distance, for a moment, the sound made the man think a mine somewhere had gone off, and instinctively grabbed his rifle as he slipped his NODs over his eyes, his foot went to Anya's sleeping form and somewhat roughly kicked her. The woman was up, and the two dropped a bit lower in to their little ATGM pit on the mountain.

At that moment, something much larger than a mine exploded a few dozen meters up the mountain.

Anya spoke up, "That was an arty shell."

In that moment, something clicked in Kozak's head, what he had heard wasn't a mine, but rather the muzzle report, "Why?"

"What the fuck do you mean why?"

"I heard the report, why are they that close?" as the man kept scanning, his eyes locked on a visual and tangible, big ole, fireball of a muzzle report on a neighbouring peak, "They're not using a fucking FSO? Why!?"

The sound of another impact higher up on the mountain.

The man took a moment, the fact of the matter being the following: OPFOR had elected to use visual means of confirmation to strike their position with artillery; they had elected to put this position inside an NF controlled forest; they had not elected to put it somewhere both out of range of NF patrols, ATGMs, Machine Guns, and Mortars but also out of direct LoS; they had also elected to do this almost 2 hours after sundown at this time of year, where the muzzle report could not only be heard for miles, but also seen, this fact amplified by their position on a mountain summit.

More artillery rounds began impacting further up the mountain, and very distant music could be heard echoing in the dead of night. The country's only civilian ATC and radar station was starting to take a beating, but the distance between the proper facility and the varying weapons pits meant most of the heavy guns had yet to be damaged. On the taller of the two mountains, every heavy machine guns, mortar, ATGM and general small arm with a visual confirmation on the giant muzzle reports opened up. Aiming to either suppress the big gun's crews, or perform what may have been the fastest counter battery ever performed in modern warfare.

Within seconds, one could be easily understood if they confused the mountain range for being on fire, as a literal hail of tracers, guided missiles, and 60mm mortar shells rained down towards the SADF artillery positions. almost 300 meters inside the max range of the ATGMs, they were aimed squarely at said big guns and the ammo vics that were visible.

Over thew radio, Kozaks heard no less than 3 platoon sized patrols in the area confirm that they were moving in to, in one platoon lead's words, "Excise and cauterize the cancer."

After almost 40 seconds of sustained fire from the mountainside, the first patrol had radioed they were in range, their apporach masked by the audible hell that had just occured. And they too began assaulting the artillery pits of the SADF, thirty seconds later, the 2nd patrol arrived at the opposite side of the hill.

Up at the peak of Pidurutalagala, the shelling had been extensive. Most buildings, if not outright leveled, had been damaged beyond a reasonable repair by the NF. The comms center had been struck no less than 4 times, and the building, as well as all of it;'s equipment, had been torn asunder. The radio tower that usually acted as a broadcasting relay for the civilian radio stations in the region had fallen after it had buckled midway up it's height. Before now,m the NF had elected to either let such things be, or had made an attempt to at least made sure they functioned, if not for their own means than for the civilian benefit.

The number of other auxiliary buildings were in varying states of destruction, two used as barracks were now on fire with troopers trapped inside, most of them the closest to admin the NF had at the facility, with their deaths, documents went up in flames as well, many detailing the locations of NF minefields and IED routes with all their copies.

Many troopers outside had the sense to dig foxholes or trenches long before now, and were generally okay outside of the unlucky few who had shells land directly on their shelters. Regardless, with all the damage, holding this position for it's radio and radar equipment was no longer one of the reasons to maintain it. Counting the dead and wounded would have to wait until the decision was made to hold position or vacate under duress.

[Allanea]

The Allaneans continued their operations apace. The construction crews continued expanding the camp, and having completed this work, they moved work to an entirely different project.

The bulldozers and excavators moved out of the camp, and, under the careful watch of Allanean soldiers, commenced digging. Each of the structures was identical – a rectangular hole in the ground about six meters long and three wide. Lumber was used to erect a roof, and after some topsoil was piled on top, within a few hours a 'home' of sorts was made. Soon enough, an electric line would be run to this 'home', and then the soldiers would move on to erect another, and another, and another.

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Speech by Jennifer D. Erickson, Compassion Party [C-Axackal]

"We have deployed, by now, over two thousand troops to fight the National Front on Ceylon. Other countries have deployed comparable numbers – quite possibly people have now deployed more troops than the National Front has combatants. Let us ignore the quality of leadership these foreign troops have, let's ignore the strategic issues – let me talk to you about the money. I know my colleagues in the Libertarian and National Parties love money. I know the Conservative party Senators love money. So let's talk about money. Keeping one man deployed to combat operations costs, let's be charitable, two million New Dornalian each year. Two thousand men, therefore, is four billion New Dornailan – that's to say, over ten percent of the Republic of Ceylon's GDP per capita. Together with the other coalition partners we will be expending more money prancing around Ceylon, shooting terrorists with guided missiles, than everybody on that island, including its wealthiest residents, earns or produces!

I'm not here to tell you that this is a reason not to fight. Obviously the worth of the residents of Ceylon is not measured by their ability to make money alone. What I am telling you, however, that if we want to achieve a lasting victory, we should look at some more cost-effective ways to do so than going about and shooting a terrorist with a missile that costs about as much as a small house.

We need to authorize the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to work out a plan for long-lasting, economic improvement for the Republic of Ceylon. We need to work out ways for people who live there to make their way out of poverty.

Let me remind you, here, that the people we're fighting alongside – I don't want to say 'helping' – are people whose bright idea of combatting world Communism was… to pass laws restricting land ownership."

LAUGHTER IN THE AUDIENCE.

"Yeah. See. Then they are surprised that people are throwing hand-grenades at them! If the government in Allanea were to restrict poor people from buying land and then condition the franchise on property ownership, I guarantee you every man and woman in this country would fight like a lion and maybe some of the kids would, too.

So what I'm telling you is this: we need to have our people sit down with the government of the Republic of Ceylon, and we need to work out a solution that'll let them climb down from the tree. We need to have solutions that will solve poverty and let more people own homes, and businesses, and frakking hamburger stands. Because I guarantee you that people who own homes and businesses will not want to have them nationalized by some twerp.

Now, yes, I know, I know, Minister Monningham told us the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have a plan they're working on. Yes, we know. And I believe that this house should pass a resolution to tell Mr. Monningham and his people to get their arse in gear."

[Bolslania]

From the RKNS [i]Dutch Harbor[/i]


As the Bolslanian soldiers loitered in various passenger areas on the Dutch Harbor, they're conversations and laughter began to quiet down as reports could be heard from the island.

"What the hell is that?" One man said, an officer walked to the railing of the ship, bringing his binoculars to his eyes. He peered silently through them.

"What's going on boss?" Another asked of their officer. The officer in question lowered his binoculars.

"Someone is shelling the radio station on that mountain." He said, murmuring ran through the newly formed crowd of soldiers on the deck. Maybe the reason they had been barred from landing in Batticaloa was so that they couldn't protect the civilian radar installation? Theories and speculations began to float amongst the enlistedmen, the officer turned back and began to walk away from the railing of the ship.

"Alright gentlemen, can that shit, we'll be informed of what happened within a few days." He said. He knew it was in vain but he figured he should say it anyway.

[Allanea]

Free Kingdom Interagency Counterterror Team Ceylon
Recovery and Reform Proposal
UNCLASSIFIED

INTRODUCTION

In light of this team's extensive study of the statistical data collected so far from our stay in the Republic of Ceylon and the data kindly provided by the government of the Republic of Ceylon (hereinafter: 'the ROC' or 'Ceylon'), we wish to propose a brief plan that would allow us to leverage the key skills of the Free Kingdom Government (hereinafter: 'the FKG' or 'Allanea' or 'the Free Kingdom'), the coalition partners and the ROC to defeat the National Front terrorist threat and to re-establish in the ROC an environment where citizens can be free from the threat of organized violence.

At the core of Free Kingdom counterterrorist doctrine is the belief that terrorist organizations flourish on flaws in their host society. For their survival, terrorists require both physical and conceptual safe havens – physical, in terms of physical areas where they can withdraw and train, prepare, and stockpile equipment, unmolested by counterterrorist action, and conceptual, benefitting from rends and tears in the fabric of society itself.

As such, to defeat terrorists, it's necessary not only to engage in decisive military action to deny and degrade terrorist safe havens, but to carry out reforms to restore the fabric of society, and resolve underlying socio-economic issues that allow terror groups to flourish. Moreover, it is important to do so in a way that is not seen as the government 'caving' and making concessions to the terror groups wherever possible. (Sometimes concessions are unavoidable but it would be ideal to minimize them).

In the specific case of Ceylon, several of the reforms made by the government early on have unintentionally contributed to the growth of the problem. We believe it is not possible right now to fully roll back these decisions (to restore elections during an active civil war seems particularly foolhardy, and we are not proposing that). However, we are proposing a range of reforms that should be brought in to improve the lives, and assure the freedoms of, citizens of the ROC. These are outlined below.

REFORMS

Measures taken partly to prevent Communist partisans from gaining access to finances and resources have accidentally contributed to poverty in the region. In particular, for an apartment or a house to change hands in the Republic of Ceylon takes 250 days, while it takes 413 days – nearly a year and a half – for a construction permit to be produced for a house, (this in a country where a over a third of the population don't even have homes)!

We propose several reforms to gradually simplify the process, and to enable economic growth in the Republic of Ceylon:

1. The introduction of a computer-based, blockchain-based home and real estate registry system, to enable land and real estate titles to change hands within days or weeks rather than many months. This reform has been tried and tested in a range of countries and has met with success.

2. To simplify the construction permit process so that a permit can be secured faster (a period of within 100-200 days is common for industrialized countries). The government should maintain also a database of pre-approved mass construction building designs that can be approved even faster than this to build affordable housing.

3. To simplify the business registration process as much as possible. The period typical in high-income countries is 20 days, in the most prosperous countries it is under 10 days – in the RoC it is 153 days. We appreciate that a rapid reduction is not possible, but effort in this field would yield rapid results.

4. To create independent or semi-independent organizations to guard the property rights and other freedoms of small business owners – a Street Vendors' Rights organization and a Bureaucratic Barriers Observatory, for example. To do their job best those groups would need to be NGOs. In any event, efforts must be pushed forward to ensure these groups and their members are cognizant of their interests as property owners – this would doubtless create a bulwark against Communism almost by definition.

5. To encourage citizens to arm themselves to defend against the terrorists because screw terrorists. Especially it is useful to create citizen rapid reaction groups in farms, remote villages, and factories that may be attacked, and to ensure schools, colleges, and other 'soft targets' have armed staff ready to defend them, as well as encouraging teachers, school bus drivers, etc. to be trained with appropriate weapons.

AID

Evidently, if we want to truly solve the problem rapidly, financial assistance from the Free Kingdom is required. We are now in the stages of working out a $5 billion New Dornalian Dollar plan to fund a range of infrastructure missions throughout your nation, as follows:

1. A grant of $100 million to fund four SPC-R-A Redithvatnet Dual-Use Radar to use for air traffic control within your nation to replace the radar currently in terrorist hands, with the radars to be positioned in four separate locations around the island so as to replace the one mountain-based radar and cover all approaches to the island by any commercial or military aircraft (while this is not a full military air defense system it would be useful to monitor the traffic of the various aircraft that are currently moving about in RoC airspace.

2. A grant of $500 million to improve access to sewage and running water throughout the nation, intended to end up in the construction of 5 million toilets over the first year, reducing various hygiene problems.

3. A grant of $300 million to expand cellular Internet coverage to the entirety of the island (or, rather, the terrorist-free parts), to be disbursed between up to 3 companies willing to implement the plan who can prove proof of capability. While this may seem a trifle, it would likely improve the well-being of residents substantially. Moreover, the FKG proposes that your government cooperate with Tech 4 Development, an NGO dedicated to providing computer access and education to regular persons around the world, to distribute 'Clickbox'-series tablets, laptops, and phones around the nation. The Free Kingdom Government is willing to match T4D's funding dollar-for-dollar for this task.

4. A grant of $100 million to introduce the planting of golden rice and other advanced crops throughout the Republic of Ceylon.

5. A grant of $1 billion to build a hospitals in a central location in the country, and to equip this hospital with modern medical equipment. In addition, a grant of $500 million shall be disbursed to build 100 clinics throughout Ceylon, as well as to train staff for these clinics, equip existing hospitals with better equipment, and so forth, and in particular to train nurses , midwives, and doctors to provide vaccination against cholera and malaria, as well as to distribute mosquito nets. Further, medical and agricultural personnel shall be trained to cooperate with the military authorities in pest control operations, and the Free Kingdom Air Force will engage, subject to clearance from the RoC, in aerial spraying operations against the malaria mosquito and the tse-tse fly.

6. A grant of $2 billion to pave a total of 1,000 kilometers of existing roads and to build up to 100,000 units of emergency housing.

7. A general grant of $500 million shall be available for the ad-hoc grants for economic improvements in the RoC.

8. Beyond the above grants, we are currently working with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to unilaterally, and as an aid measure, to lower all trade barriers to RoC imports into Allanea.

MILITARY ACTION

It is not possible to defeat terrorism without military measures, and of course the RoC military itself must take part. While kinetic actions by our military cannot be disclosed in an unclassified document such as this, we propose the following long-term policies:

1. We propose two forms of training courses to be provided by the Free Kingdom Armed Forces (hereinafter: 'FKAF') to the Ceylon Security Forces (hereinafter: 'CSF'), namely tactical refresher courses, to last approximately five to seven days and to include improved marksmanship and tactics training intended to improve weapon confidence, unit cohesion, and the use of basic modern weaponry such as tactical drones and IR scopes) and advanced technical courses to teach skills such as handling artillery weapons, long-range drones, and specialist equipment, and jungle tracking/countertracking.

2. We propose to also provide training to civilians in counterterrorist security – both to individuals such as schoolteachers and other staff, and to the management of facilities such as schools, power plants, colleges, and hospitals, to enable them to best monitor security at their facilities. Funding can also be provided to some extent to improve security at these facilities (for items such as alarms, security cameras and civilian-grade radar, basic firearms).

3. The Free Kingdom can provide the CSF with reserve equipment from its own stockpiles or those of the Capitalist Internationale to fight the terrorists (i.e. uniforms, gun trucks, scopes, ammunition, etc.)

CONCLUSION

Free Kingdom Interagency Counterterror Team Ceylon sees our proposal as the beginning of a holistic, interagency, collaborative solution for the problems facing the Republic of Ceylon. We call on all nations involved in counterterrorist operations in the RoC to also provide their own ideas, their own assistance, and ideally also their own resources. Many of the problems on the island are resource-heavy, and funding from other participants would probably accelerate their resolution.

Ambassador Natalia Kolomietz
Professor Joseph R. Thompson
Zacharia S. Greely, architect
Captain Mark Baker

[Kyraina]

RKNS Dutch Harbor, Off the Coast, North of Batticaloa, Ceylon

The Combine Fleet of Kyrainan ships and Bolsiana ships had been shifting positions, especially after the NF attack on the NKB Fleet in port, they had decided not to dock unless needed to and not to stay docked for long, but the Dutch Harbor was about half empty minus RK Spec Ops troops . and Bolslanian Troops were onboard. They was waiting on word that the remote air base was almost built and ready to go, but soon the sounds of of Artillary going off with occasional flashes from artillery set on a mountain was visible as brief flashes in the night sky.

Across the Dutch Harbor and it's three escorts, came the call of general quarters as the Bridge and CIC on the Dutch Harbor and her escorts as civilian air traffic control dropped off ATC Comms channels. The Three Destroyers were already taking control of the air space around Batticaloa, but they wasn't in time for every one as several planes ran into each other in the night sky along with some planes hitting tall buildings, and making fire balls in the distance

The captain of the Dutch turned to his crew taking in all the information. He had made his choice. He was sending the remaining Kyrainan Troops to Batticaloa to secure the city. About that time the radio came to life.

"Dutch Harbor, this is Juneau. What's the sitrep?"

"Juneau, this is the Dutch Harbor. Someone has taken civilian air traffic control off line for the Island. I'm deploying troops to take control of the City. We also need to call home and tell them to send us a new Civilian Radar unit"

"Copy Dutch Harbor. We are almost to your location. Have we received permission to offload our troops and their vehicles?"

a rich well educated voice belonging to the Crown Prince of Sri Lanka came over the comms signal belonging to the Batticaloa Port Authority: "Dutch Harbor, This is Batticaloa Port Authority, You're arriving friends have been authority by the Prince to offload its troops and vehicles. Dutch Harbor you are also cleared to dock and off load. Then return to sea."

About that time a flight of F/A-18E/F super hornets went flying over the mixed fleet of Kyraina and Bolsliana ships. The captain nodded to his helmsman, who brought the the Dutch Harbor towards the Port of Batticaloa.

"Angel, This is the Dutch Harbor,, we been Giving permission to dock and off load our troops. We are going to start docking and off loading troops."

The Dutch Harbor Made dock and started unloading procedures. few minutes later Troop transports and and armor transport ships started to come into to Harbor and off load. Mean while out at sea, The Dutch Harbor joined the RKNS Juneau, two Cruisers, 3 Destroyers, 3 Frigates, and 3 submarines in the vicinity.

Few Hours later, a total of 2000 troops and their vehicles were unloaded off the ships, and people started to mount up. The commander of the Siberian heavy Infantry, a Hard Old man by the name Col. Yusef Ivanson, spoke up as he keyed the Comms in his command vehicle, his Russian Accent Thick filling the comms.

"Alright Lads, we are making our way to Batticaloa International Airport. We are to take it away from the Ceylon Forces there. The Bolsiana troops will be joking us if they so wish. May God Bless the Kingdom."

With that the Kyrainaian Convoy, rolled out of the Harbor rolled out of the Harbor, that The Kyrainaian Marines had secured.

Inside the Col Ivanson's command vehicle sat a smartly dressed Sri Lankan Male, one with a look you could tell he was charismatic, and also a caring man, this man was the Crown Prince Uttar Hayyuj. To His Left sat a man in Olive Drag Fatigues, the youngest bother of the Prince and the commander of Constitutionalist Forces, Sugath Hayyuj. The Crown Prince spoke up.

"Thank you Col for coming to our aid. Ceylon and SADF Forces have not been kind to our people, and other NF even worse. Sorry it took us time to get y'all docking premission."

"It's fine My Lord Prince, we are glad to be of help to a monarchy that wants the best for it's people. Securing and Swaying Batticaloa will help us to that goal. Is the Cease Fire at a end?"

The two brothers looked at each other and nodded.

"The Cease Fire ended when the civilian radar went off line. We believe SADF had fired on because the NF had taken the place over, but still left pilots unmolested." T

Yusef nodded, and stood up as his Command M25 came to a stop. The Two Royals looked at Yusef who watched on a screen as a CSF Trooper yelling at a Connie Trooper

The CSF trooper turned and started yelling at the other CSF troopers who took aim. In response, a M2 Reznov MBT reved it's engine and lurched forward. The CSF troopers started to flee, and the M2 rushed through the looked gate, Barging it down.

Just a head CSF troopers could be seen running to trucks and leaving. Batticaloa International Airport fell without Connie's and the Kyraina Forces firing a shot.

The Convoy got to securing the Air port, while a CATC took over Air Traffic control in the immediate area with help from the Ships out at sea.

Meanwhile the Kyrainaian transport ships steamed back out to the Kyraina Fleet waiting off the coast out in the Ocean. CV-22s could be seen lifting off and flying inland to the remote base the Kyraina Forces had built just south of Ramtambe.

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South of Ramtambe, FOB Checkov

The Base had finally been built, 3 run ways arranged in a A looking formation. Hangers and parking tarmac had been built north of the airfield in harden structures. Barracks had been raised in tents under the cover of trees. Fence and walling ran around the perimeter of the base, part way up the mountain to the north and alone the Road to it's West, south, and East. RKAF CV-22 could been seen flying in RKAF Security forces personnel for base security, as well as Light Infantry and spec ops for outside the wire situations. These included the support necessary for the base to function.

FOB Checkov was now operational

[South Americanastan]

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The Ceylonese Bush War
...To What Would Otherwise Be An Ugly Brawl

Piduruthagala Conservation Forest, Hurricane District, Republic of Ceylon

The artillery in the SADF positions rung out like a finely tuned symphony, as shells flew through the air towards the NF positions. The South Americanastanian symphony of death was soon interrupted, however, by a well-aimed ATGM round, hitting one of the MAP-94s.

The MAP-94 begins to light on fire, and it's crew crawls out of the emergency hatches, falling onto the floor and rolling away from the vehicles.

Before any reaction can be made, more ATGMs impact, knocking out 5 mortars and two more SPGs, along with a Unimog carrying ammo. Mortar shells crash into the areas around the artillery pits, only furthering the panic. Finally, orders are radioed to each position.

"Retreat northwest to the opposite end of the ridge, and regroup to continue bombardment."

The SADF ammo trucks and mobile armories turned tail and retreated, towing the mortars using their tow hitches. ATGMs fell behind them, trying to adjust trajectory to hit the now moving targets. And then, when they finally reached 2.5 miles away from the summit, the ATGMs began falling short, their wires snapping midair. The surviving crews of the hit MAPs, who had been riding on the side of the surviving SPGs, gave the finger to the mountain.

"SO LONG, SUCKERS!"

When they reached the other end of the ridge, the SPGs turned around, unhitching the mortars, which were moved into position by their crews, and the bombardment resumed, unmolested by ATGMs, though the pounding explosions of opposing mortars continued. It was under this audible storm that the ambush almost got lost under.

Almost.

Krak.

"AMBUSH!"

"Johnson, get on the coax gun, Lewis can load and fire!"

With that, the hatch of one of the SPGs close, and it's coax gun comes alive as it sweeps the treeline for the ambushing force. The other SPGs follow suit, firing into the fores with their coax guns, though sacrificing their breakneck pace of artillery fire for a slower one.

Krak. Krak Krak.

Krak Krak Krak Krak.

"Hey, we got Charlies in close! Some backup would be appreciated right about now!"

TRR-A1s are flipped to "Automatic" as soldiers try to fend off the attack. The SPGs provide ample cover for the SADF soldiers, who try their best to return fire towards the NF platoons.

As the fighting continues, the 7 men in the platoon equipped with FAS-19 Shotguns form a shock team, attempting to push the NF back away from the treeline and the artillery pits. They move towards the SADF's western flank, where the first gunshots had erupted from. They took cover behind the sandbags and SPGs with the other soldiers, popping up to fire into the forest. The recoil of the 12-Gauge shells pounded into their shoulders as the tightly packed buckshot tore bushes in half and cut small branches off trees.

As this happened, the soldiers behind cover began to get antsy. They couldn't move forwards for fear of a 7.62x39 round to the chest, and were boxed in behind whatever cover they had. The suppression provided by the shock team had granted them ample time to move from their cover.

They charged from behind the tanks and sandbags like bats out of hell, hiding themselves behind what little brush was left in the area. They laid prone in the grass, firing off semi-automatic and automatic fire at the NF fighters in an attempt to suppress them. An unclipped EBRAC-P helmet was hit and flew off it's owners head, yet the man, without missing a beat, found cover behind some sandbags obscured by bushes and kept firing, the tied end of his brown bandana flapping in the wind.

Meanwhile, the men in the SPGs continued firing into the forest, the rapid gunshots from their coax guns, combined with the intermittent sound of their howitzers firing, drowned out most spoken sounds, forcing the SADF to communicate via hand signals and radio. The .50 BMG rounds lodged themselves into trees as the machine guns frantically searched for insurgents in the forests.

Meanwhile, on the western flank, hot 7x55 bullet casings dug themselves into the ground, searing the grass as they touched it, as SADF forces fired away at the insurgents. Soldiers used the hoods and backsides of the MAP-94 SPGs as rests for their weapon as they fired, placing most of the weight onto the armored beasts. Many 7.62x39 rounds ricocheted off the sides of the massive guns, while others soared over the heads of the men and women holding inside of craters created by mortar rounds, which acted as makeshift foxholes in the fight against the NF.

A LATL-15, meanwhile, loaded a high explosive round, it's soldier aiming it towards the forest. He pulled the trigger, igniting the rocket fuel of the projectile, sending it flying out of the launcher's barrel. The rocket hit a tree, knocking it down and clearing a small amount of brush near it. An NF soldier behind the tree was knocked back by the blast, though he survived due to being on the opposite side of the tree as the explosion. He wouldn't survive for long, however, as he was quickly dispatched by a precise 7x55mm bullet to the spinal cord.

However, the perceived prowess of the SADF outnumbered and under fire was a facade at best. In total, 9 men laid wounded, while 4 more laid dead out of the 45 combat ready soldiers, not counting the men inside the surviving SPGs, who were shirtless and without PPE. Medics rushed to treat every one they could, quickly applying tourniquets and bandages to wounds, along with mild painkillers as to not induce an adverse reaction by the soldiers, keeping them in the fight to an extent.

The Ceylonese Bush War
Politicians In My Eyes

Parliament House, Colombo

"CEYLON MUST NOT BE SUBSERVIENT TO THE ALLANEANS! WE MUST REJECT THE MONARCHIST ATTEMPT TO CONTROL OUR COUNTRY!"

The Allanean offer had fired up the opposition leader, Nationalist MP Haskan Meeshwasha, who saw the Allanean offer as an attempt to colonize the country similar to how he viewed the SADF presence. He had been trading arguments with PM Mohamed Akyitha, a more moderate Democrat, who, while seeking help in the fight against the Communists, had been careful not to enter anything binding with any foreign countries, and had made public his plans for an independent, democratic Ceylon.

"Well, Mr. Meeshwasha, I think we all know who you would rather be subservient to."

Nearly immediately, the chamber erupted in insults and profanities, with politicans standing out of their seats to yell at one another. It took 15 minutes for Prime Minister Akyitha to reestablish order, as he conveniently ignored the checkbook flying out of an MP's pocket, while making sure his was still firmly held inside his suit. What he did not ignore was the sheer volume of the Communist and Nationalist minorities

"ORDER! ORDER! This is not how we go about things here. This is the highest institution in Ceylon, and we must act like it. As such, I propose a vote. However, before we do, I would like to address this incident. Akinta Makata, you and Kinya Yahala must leave this room to calm down, and will be denied a vote in the proposal due to your actions."

The two MPs grumbled as they left the room. They were closely followed by two security guards, as had become custom for MPs. For the Democratic MPs, it was meant for protection. For the Communist and Nationalist MPs, it was to ensure no sabotage was conducted.

Soon enough, the vote was held.

The Allanean proposal was accepted, and the Meeshwasha bloc, along with the Communist and Nationalist Parties, had been defeated, 21-19.

CEYLONESE DEPARTMENT OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Hello to the Kingdom of Allanea, and we thank you greatly for your offer of aid. We gratefully accept this offer for assistance to our Republic. We agree that the population must be armed to combat these vile insurgents in the Central Province, and that a civilian army would do wonders in combating the National Front. However, we are afraid that this civilian army may turn it's guns onto our army, taking advantage of the training provided by the FKAF to fight against the CSF and it's allies. Uniforms, weapons, and other surplus equipment would greatly help the CSF in it's fight against the communists. We appreciate your offer to train CSF forces, as they have suffered numerous defeats recently, and are in great need of training.

Despite objections by multiple Members of Parliament (MPs), we accept your proposal to relax restrictions on property ownership, and are willing to cut the paperwork needed for property purchase, construction, and business permits. However, we are worried this may allow the Communists and Nationalists to gain a larger amount of seats in Parliament. Your offer of property rights organizations helps these concerns, but there is still a large possibility of the new property owners voting for the Communists and Nationalists in the next election.

We appreciate your offer of multiple grants to our country, which will surely allow is to grow and prosper as a nation. Your offer of ATC Radars is greatly needed and well-timed due to the recent destruction of the NF-controlled radar station. We further appreciate your grant to improve sewage systems in the nation, which should help the amount of Cholera cases in the nation.

We are willing to cooperate with Tech 4 Development, and appreciate your offer of a grant to improve internet service in the nation. However, we are worried NF sympathizers may take advantage of this and other charity programs to gain supplies for their cause.

Your housing, medical, and road grants are extremely generous, and we thank you for your generosity in these grants. We will ensure they are used to the best of our capability, and will improve the nation in a big way. Your offer of Ad-Hoc grants is just as generous, as it allows our government more freedom for miscellaneous economic development.

Prime Minister Mohamed Akithya

[Allanea]

Press Release From Free Kingdom Interagency Counterterror Team Ceylon

The Free Kingdom Interagency Counterterror Team is pleased to announce the arrival of the four dual-use ATC/air defense radar, to be landed by air at the Batticalia, Bandaradanaike, Matala Rajapaska and Jaffna International Airports. These radar can provide ATC services to the majority of Ceylonese airspace, as well as detect airspace incursions by aircraft in common use. Moreover, they have delivered 5 million doses of the cholera vaccine, in oral form.

Moreover, the Free Kingdom Interagency Counterterror Team wishes to clarify the Free Kingdom's position towards the Republic of Ceylon once more: it is not the Free Kingdom's desire, in any event, to turn the Republic of Ceylon into a 'colony', 'puppet state', or any kind of 'dependency' of the Free Kingdom of Allanea. We have joint enemies – the malaria parasite, the cholera bacterium, and international Communism.

For this purpose, Her Imperial Majesty, Queen Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky, has authorized a treaty that provides for the people of Ceylon billions of dollars in aid, training for Ceylonese soldiers, food for Ceylonese children, and opens Allanea unilaterally to Ceylonese trade. No Ceylonese trader big or small will have to pay a dime of import tariffs on tea, jewels, or anything else he chooses to sell to an Allanean. In response the Imperial Majesty asks only that the government of Ceylon work towards systems that respect the rights of Ceylonese businessmen, homeowners, and working people alike.

Any politician in the Republic, any journalist, any public activist can come and become better appraised of our strategies, talk to our experts, and see our motivations.

The Allaneans have come and shed their lives for the Republic of Ceylon, and are feeding its children, nourishing its hungry, building homes for the homeless and working to stem the tide of starvation and sickness. The National Front has attacked clinics and hospitals, raised its murderous dagger against aid workers and schoolteachers. Some will now have you believe that those who nourish and protect you are your enemies, but those who raise the bloodied machete against you are your friends and liberators.

We believe the truth stands for itself.

[Anowa]

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_{MCWO. Robert "Kozak" Kozakiewicz
SPECTRS Detachment Alpha "Homelander", Recon 7 "Horror"
Near Pidurutalagala Summit
Anowa}

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_{10/09/2021 - 2027 AST}

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With OPFOR now having retreated out of range of pretty much anything that was guided, or indirect, they had once again gained the advantage. With friendlies in close proximity as well, it meant that their mission here was pretty much over. Kozak simply gave the call over radio to hunker in place until the few stray shells stopped landing, and to count the dead and wounded. When the bombardment was over, the tally had hit around 120 NF personnel dead, 14 Anowans, and the whole of the radar station's civillian staff, 32 men and women. Captain Suraj Iriyagolla among them, the NF's garrison commander at the summit.

Meanwhile, at the SADF's fallback zone, their rear was descended upon by the last platoon on patrol. Boxed in on three sides, and left with only one free direction, that being right back up the mountain and in to ATGM range, they'd effectively been boxed in. With 3rd Platoon arriving, so did Anowan supplied LAWs, which were now being used to some effect against the SADF vehicles.

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_{MCWO. Johan Grimsson
SPECTRS Commando Detachment "Outcast"
SADF Scouts, 1BLI garrison, Udwatta Kele Sanctuary, Kandy
Anowa}

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_{10/11/2021 - 0046 AST}

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In the Anowan Special Forces Orientation School, you were taught what the best place to set up camp was. If you were acting as the Guerilla, dense jungle and plain sight were typically the best spots to hide. For COIN, you only hid in the sticks if you were knee deep in uprooting insurgents. There were several reasons for this, primarily, if you were set up in a public area, there were more witnesses, more lights, and much fewer avenues of escape... or in this case, infiltration. In a city, your camp wasn't as obvious as it was in the sticks. Taking root in a wildlife sanctuary in the middle of a city was borderline oxymoronic. And every Anowan operator agreed that if they were in the SADF's shoes, they sure as fuck wouldn't have taken up shop there.

Their mission wasn't one to cause damage, it was to cause havoc. Each member of Outcast was part of the Commandos, as opposed to the Special Recon and Assault the rest of the unit deployed was. Outcast was to SPECTRS, what Seal Team 6 was to the US Navy SEALs. They were not only warfare operators, but knew a hell of a lot about tradecraft and HUMINT activity. originally, they were supposed to be doing proper intelligence spook shit with the NF's Pistol gang, but the oppurtunity to avenge a fallen comrade was too good to pass up.

Which is why they had pulled their mission off without a hitch.

In the middle of the camp, was now a chunk of concrete that read "Hello World!", it wasn't new, it had been very notably been cut straight out of Victoria Dam with a bloody cement saw, on it, lay nearly a dozen berets that belonged to the garrisoned SF, and a trio of rifles, and a set of SADF Major rank pins.

Sometimes, attacking the enemy's mind was more beneficial than attacking their materiel.

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_{Captain Hans Hermansen
SPECTRS Detachment Golf "Boxcar"
9.727052, 79.953910, 7.7km outside of Jaffna
Anowa}

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_{10/17/2021 - 0005 AST}

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Operation Uppercut was now a go.

Armoured elements had been airdropped, and were currently being collected. The self propelled guns and IFVs that had parachuted down, as well as the massed crates of surplus firearms and ammunition being collected and handed out to NF sympathizers in Jaffna meant they had effectively opened up a new front for the SADF, CDF, and their half assing cronies to worry about.

It was a known event at this point that the NKB had lost one of their boats in harbour, and now with another docking, HighCom was making plans to perhaps sink another NKB ship. NF elements were also seeking to probe Allenea's medical outposts, though with a denoted level of civility instead of with guns and bombs.

But right now, Hermansen's primary concern was the attack on the SADF and CDF's garrison in Jaffna, the Old Dutch Fort.

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_{Corporal Akaash Mesar
SPECTRS Detachment Golf "Boxcar" - Soldiers of the Global Revolution Joint Operations
200 meters North of the Old Dutch Fort, Intersection of AB16 and Circular Road, Jaffna
Anowa}

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_{10/17/2021 - 0052 AST}

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On a concrete Island at the centre of an unoccupied roundabout, a man wearing a turban, and camoflauged fatigues held a megaphone, and what looked like a radio.

"Attention personnel of the South Americanastan Defense Force and Ceylon Security Forces of the Dutch Fort garrison, I am an unarmed representative of the National Front of Sri Lanka! I speak to you this evening with hopes of calmer heads prevailing, and propose to you a chance for your unconditional surrender. Should you lay down your arms and surrender yourselves to us, you will be treated in accordance with international law as Prisoners of War! Should you do the opposite and take up arms with the growing number of NF aligned forces in this city, your shelter will become your tomb! I urge you, with tears in my eyes and a lump in my stomach, surrender, or we will kill you all!"

Almost nine and a half kilometers away, a trio of PC-100 SPGs readied their first volley but held their fire until the proper signals had been given. The PC-98s, loaded with infantry had by now finished their amphibious crossing, and were now on the south side of the Palk Straight, at the base of the bridge crossing it. Ready to start steaming across and to take the Fort regardless of the "negotiations".

Do-31s and SH-12Js were currently on standby on Palaitivu to the south, ready to swoop in and properly cordon off the section of the city if things went loud. In addition, civilians now only recently armed were taking marches to the various police stations and minor garrisons across Jaffna.

[Anowa]

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_{Private Ayesh Dissanayake
Sabara Brigade
Mahiyanganaya
NFSL}

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_{10/17/2021 - 1152 AST}

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It was an odd sight in Mahiyanganaya. A motorcycle with the flag of the National Front flapping away off a rod mounted at the back. Above it, a white flag, the universal sign of an individual who was either giving up, or acting in a non combat capacity.

It approached the Police HQ in the town, first at a decent rate, before slowing considerably.

The man on the bike yelled out, "I have a message for Uttar Hayyuj, or whoever it is here that represents him! We at the National Front are to propose a ceasefire!"

Dearest Uttar Hayyuj, or whomever is receiving this message in his stead.

Given the recent events at Victoria Dam, and Pidurutalagala's radar station, not only irreperably damaging local infrastructure, but the wanton deaths of several civilians. The leadership of the National Front, as well as our benefactors from overseas, all agree on our end that continued aggression between our parties is no longer justifiable, nor is it a viable course of action. The unfortunate fact of the matter, is that we are vastly outnumbered by foreign aggressors, the SADF imperialists, and the puppet government in Colombo.

Our ongoing hostilities with each other must end, if not ideologically, than most definitely militarily. We may not see eye to eye on the future of this nation in all aspects, but we can agree that a house divided cannot stand. We are all brothers of this land, seeking to free it from oppression. To fight and kill each other is folly; especially in the face of such adverse conditions.

For this, we seek to enact a ceasefire between all elements of the National Front of Sri Lanka, and the Sri Lankan Democratic Front, for the purposes of a United Front against foreign aggression. Should you find this dispatch amenable, simply return your response with this messenger, and we will stand as one against the coming tide.

- General Mukurah Hadakareem
- Colonel Hashah Mehesh

[Allanea]

From: Captain Mark Baker, Military Liaison
To: Relevant CSF authorities
Subject: Enemy claims of attacks on civilian infrastructure

As we await the relevant military forces to arrive, and in relation to the military training that we are going to perform, I cannot help but note that multiple enemy propaganda sources have condemned your shelling of the radar station on Mount Piduruthagala as allegedly damaging 'civilian' infrastructure. Naturally we cannot do not hold such a position - an ATC tower is just as legitimate a military target in wartime as would be, say, a railroad bridge or a power plant or perhaps a runway. However, because it is your country, we would like to have clarification on the following points:

a) Will the CSF issue a press release, or any other clear statement, defending itself from the allegations of its enemies?
b) What are the rules under which force may be used by Free Kingdom Armed Forces or any other counter-terroris personnel in the context of such 'dual use' infrastructure?

It is not possible for us to conduct kinetic action if there is no clarity regarding which actions by ourselves are legal.

[Bolslania]

Bolslanian 3rd Landing Fleet

Batticaloa

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"Alright Ladies! We're going ashore! Our objective is to secure control of the rest of the city as the Kyrainians take the airport. We'll be securing the dock and police stations around the city. Only fire if you are fired upon got it? Good, we go ashore in ten." Col. Robert Mueller explained to the officers under his command as the Bolslanian troop transports steamed for the harbor.

Ten minutes later Rheinmetall Lynx's were rolling on to Batticaloa, diverting towards their assigned targets. The seaport was taken without a fight, there being only a handful of CSF soldiers defending it. They turned tail and ran at the sight of the Lynx's bearing down upon them.

The majority of the Bolslanian forces moved in towards the city, Mangusta Attack helicopters chopping through the air above.


"Victor 1, this is Eagle 1. Multiple CSF vehicles headed right towards you, expect contact over." A Mangusta reported to a pair of Lynxes, loaded up with infantrymen, making their way to a police station.

"Copy that Eagle 1. We're bracing for it over." Crackled the reply. Eagle 1 came to a hover 75 feet above the ground, the computer tracking the column of 4 CSF trucks as they raced down the road. They came to a stop 100 feet down the road from the Bolslanians, who had deployed infantry and spread out along the road. An officer with a loudspeaker spoke.

"Attention CSF force, this is the Bolslanian Army, we have come to seize Batticaloa and place it under our protection. Please vacate Batticaloa immediately. I repeat, vacate Batticaloa immediately." There was confusion amongst the CSF, one, presumably the leader, calling back.

"Under what authority have you come here?" He called.

"The Crown Prince. Now, vacate the area!" The Officer replied. The CSF continued deliberating before they began to move back towards their trucks. Turning around and going back up the road.

"Alright! Proceed to the station! Move!" The officer shouted at his men, who got back in to the Lynx's, who then continued down towards the station, seizing the now empty compound.

The story was similar for the majority of police stations in Batticaloa, however the Police HQ was a more challenging prospect.

"Victor 4, this is Eagle 2, the CSF has barricaded the police HQ, prepare for a fight. over."

"Copy that Eagle 2. We'll be ready."

4 Lynx's pulled up in front of the Police HQ building, and before they could speak rounds began flying from the building.

"Shit! Return fire!" Came the order. The Bolslanians began firing back, many of their rifle rounds being stopped by the sandbags blocking the windows. After a minute or two of this Eagle 2 spoke up again.

"Eagle 2 to Victor 4, requesting permission to engage? Over."

"Negative Eagle 2, I don't want a rocket levelling the entire building. Over."

"Copy that Victor 4." Eagle 2 sat above the ongoing firefight, about 100 feet up and 200 feet back from it, the blades chopping through the night sky.

Eventually the Officer on the ground lost his patience.

"Alright, Tiger 3, engage flagged targets, maximum precision, over." From inside one of the Lynx's which had up until this point been sitting as cover for the infantry, replied

"Copy that Victor 4. Ready when you are. Over."

The officer began to "paint" targets with a laser, each one receiving a carefully placed HE round from the Lynx's 30mm autocannon. Eventually all of the top floor windows had taken a round each, and the shooting died down.

"Squad 4! Pop smoke and blow down that door!" The officer shouted. Squad 4 did as instructed, a handful of smoke grenades bouncing on to the ground, white smoke streaming from them. They advanced at a low sprint, making their way to the door before their combat engineer planted a breaching charge on the door. Taking a step back as the charge blew off the reinforced door. It was immediately followed by a flashbang. The members of Squad 4, followed close behind by Squad 7, entered the compound. From outside could be heard shouting, followed by shooting. Then silence.

"Victor 4, this is Victor 4-4, building secure. Over."

"Copy that Victor 4-4, good work."

And with that, the only resistance offered by local forces was quelled, having only injured 2 Bolslanian soldiers.


"Victor 4 to HQ, police HQ secured. Over."

In Colonel Mueller's command vehicle there was a sigh of relief as it rolled down the road towards the airport. It appeared as if they only had to shoot a handful of CSF forces, and even so it was caught on 3 video feeds that the CSF shot first. It wasn't the perfect outcome, but "No plan survives first contact with the enemy."


The Command Lynx came to a stop, and Mueller exited the vehicle, letting it continue on to where the Bolslanians were setting up a temporary HQ. he put on his cover and strode over to the Kyranian Command vehicle, knocking on the armored door.

[South Americanastan]

The Ceylonese Bush War
Shock & Awe

October 11th - 8:30 PM Local Time

Western Edge of Ridge 904, Piduratalagala Forest

BANANA COMPANY

The fight atop the ridge is fierce, as the SADF forces desperately hold their positions against the NF onslaught. Muzzle flashes are the only source of light in the area, serving as a spotting mechanism for both sides. A spray of 7.62x39 is promptly countered with a finely tuned symphony of 7x55 rounds, dispatching the man behind the spray.

The second platoon of NF begin lobbing Molotov Cocktails, hitting the tall grass in front of the men. The light produced as the NF soldiers light their Molotovs provide the SADF men with targets to hit, and hit them they do, as the light of an NF Molotov crashes down to the jungle floor, setting the nearby grass and a tree alight. One of the SADF soldiers rapidly fires on semi-automatic, shifting his aim from Molotov light to Molotov light, his planted knee digging a hole in the dirt as he spins from one direction to another.

Soon enough, the SADF soldier falls to the ground, blood coming from his torso, dying the ground around him a thick crimson red, his Aorta pierced by an enemy bullet. When a medic arrives to inspect him, however, he notices the bullet seems to have pierced through his back. Before the medic can alert the rest of the company, a LAW missile comes flying from the forest behind the soldiers.

The missile pierces the back of a MAP-94, disabling it's engine. The men inside crawl out of it's emergency hatches, rolling away from it almost as soon as another missile hits the MAP, setting it on fire.

"AMBUSH! THEY'RE COMING FROM BEHIND!"

The SADF forces scramble to cover their rear, as three of the MAP-94s turn their hatch guns towards the source of the missile, laying suppressive fire over the area. A calm voice transmits through the SADF's radios, from the commander of the company.

"This Papa Bear, form up in a perimeter defense formation, over."

10 men quickly dodge fire from the National Front's Avtomat Kalashnikovas. They spray fire at the muzzle flashes of the enemy weapons, Meanwhile, that same cool, collected voice, frantically screams into his radio.

"THIS IS PAPA BEAR! WE'RE UNDER HEAVY FIRE ON THE WESTERN END OF RIDGE 904! QRF AND AIR SUPPORT WOULD BE APPRECIATED AT 7.023831 NORTH, 80.743166 SOUTH, ASAP!"

"Your wish is my command, Papa Bear."

8 minutes and 30 seconds of flying bullets and alcohol fires persist as the voice quietly waits for the promised relief.

Just as he begins to lose hope, an SAAF Lightning Mk 12A flys in from the east, soaring above the mountains as it rapidly approaches it's target. It's 300 Lb JDAMs wait to be unleashed onto the insurgents below, and it's WSO carefully hovers his hand above the flipped-up cover of a button.

RELEASE ORDINANCE

Next to it, 8 buttons are lit up, each representing a hardpoint, and each of those hardpoints carry a JDAM. As the jet swoops in, the WSO's fist powers down onto the button, and the mechanisms holding the JDAM in place release, it's guidance system taking over, and taking them on a one-way trip towards the insurgent positions.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

A burst of light and smoke erupts from the impact points of the bombs, as insurgents unfortunate enough to be in close proximity to the bombs fly in every which way, while the ones lucky enough to be in the fireball are given a quick and somewhat painless death. The jet makes a turn south towards Nuwara Eliya, before finishing it's turn east back towards SAAF Negombo.

QRF FORCE "WENDIGO"

As QRF Force "Wendigo" approaches the summit of Ridge 904, they communicate through hand signals to maintain radio silence. The signals are chained throughout the unit, from one fireteam lead to the next, eventually making it through all 6. Once the unit begins closing in on the ridge, another hand signal chains between fireteam leads. The signal is simple, and outstretched arm with an opened palm. It's meaning is just as simple.

STOP.

Only a minute later, 8 explosions rattle the landscape, sending a jolt of energy through "Wendigo". Radio silence is finally broken.

"That's our cue."

The QRF force carefully climbs up the ridge, approaching the rear of the southernmost NF platoon. They move through the jungle, as the bushes brush against their legs and the tree branches hit against the top of their helmets. They hold their TRR-A1s close to their body, quietly moving ever so closer to the hostiles.

When they finally get into position, the QRF leader springs the ambush.

"Wendigo to Banana, the cavalry has arrived."

The men begin firing into the NF platoon, as the hot shell casings scald the bushes they have concealed themselves in. Their TRR-A1s eat through 20-round magazine after 20-round magazine, as the silhouettes of NF hostiles collapse into the dirt, and fragmentation grenades fly from "Wendigo" towards the NF, finishing off any injured men on the other side.

The Ceylonese Bush War
From my cold, dead hands

October 17th, 2021 - 12:52 AM Local Time

Watchpost Delta, Old Dutch Fort, Jaffna

As the night churns on, the night shift continues to keep watch of the road. Watchpost Delta, situated at the former site of a wooden bridge, offers a great view of Circular Road and AB16, situated right next to a field gun emplacement. The men in the gun emplacement and the man in the watchpost often chat to pass time, and tonight is no different.

"Really, Mike? Coffee?"

"It's nearly 1 in the morning, idiot, I need this to get through the nightshift." The man in the watchpost takes a sip of his coffee, his LRR-A3E1 slung on his back.

"Just snort cocaine, it's cheaper and people will think you're less weird."

"Did you just tell me coke is cheaper than coffee?"

"Everyone nearby has jacked up the price to make a quick buck off of us."

"I wouldn't know, I brew my own shi-"

Suddenly, a man standing in the roundabout joining AB16 and Circular Road speaks through a megaphone.

"Attention personnel of the South Americanastan Defense Force and Ceylon Security Forces of the Dutch Fort garrison, I am an unarmed representative of the National Front of Sri Lanka! I speak to you this evening with hopes of calmer heads prevailing, and propose to you a chance for your unconditional surrender. Should you lay down your arms and surrender yourselves to us, you will be treated in accordance with international law as Prisoners of War! Should you do the opposite and take up arms with the growing number of NF aligned forces in this city, your shelter will become your tomb! I urge you, with tears in my eyes and a lump in my stomach, surrender, or we will kill you all!"

"Ay caramba, fucking idiot terrorists"

"Yeah, I'm gonna take the sho-"

A booming voice erupts from behind them.

"Don't."

The men look behind to see the commander of the CSAP forces in the base standing behind them, his blue beret strapped to his shoulder.

"Get a bead on him while I go down to confront him. If anything goes wrong, take the damn shot."

The commander walks back into the command tent, where he confronts his second in command.

"Get Negombo on the phone now, we need armed recon in the sky. Make sure they know we need it armed, okay? Get the base on alert and in position, make sure those damn NF thugs don't catch us in our sleep."

The commander then walks out of the tent, through a security checkpoint, and down circular road, his TRR-A1 strapped to his back. The lights of the governmental district are so bright and vibrant, you could almost forget you were in the middle of a wartorn shithole. Children play soccer in the streets, using trash cans and chalk lines as markers for goals and out of bounds lines. Eventually, he reaches the intersection, and walks up to the man.

"So, I understand you wish for our unconditional surrender, yes?"

The man nods.

"Well, give us another half hours to discuss this. An unconditional surrender is a pretty big deal, especially at a base this large, and protocol states all commanders on base must agree to an unconditional surrender to make it official. I'll be back when we come to a decision."

The commander walks away, back towards the base.

SAAF Negombo, Negombo, Republic of Ceylon

"ATTENTION ALL UNITS. THIS IS A TIER 4 ALERT. ARMED RECON IS URGENTLY REQUIRED IN JAFFNA. ATTENTION ALL UNITS..."

The loudspeaker repeated it's message as pilots scrambled to their crafts, climbing into the cockpits, closing it as they got in. Oxygen masks were put on as the 5 pre-armed aircraft at the base frantically moved towards the runway.

"Burner 1, you are cleared for takeoff."

The lead plane in the flight's engines came alive as it roared down the runway, lifting off from the tarmac and into the sky above as it's afterburners came on, propelling it northwards towards Jaffna. The next 5 planes followed, and Burner Flight was in the air, speeding towards Jaffna in a straight line, hitting Mach 2.5 on the way.

After 10 minutes, they had finally arrived over Jaffna, and began searching for any hostile forces. The planes, loaded with 5 AGM-114 Hellfires and 5 300 Lb JDAMs, flew under the cloud cover, looking for any hostile who may dare show their face. The Mach 1.5 pace allowed them to zip through the city, searching the ground for any armor. Each craft searched one chunk of the city for maximum efficiency.

"Might have some hostiles by the airport, but they can't be wiped out without massive civilian casualties."

"So does the fort."

"South end looks pretty clear"

"I've got some activity in the southwest end, you might want to come check this out. Looks like enemy armor."

"Copy that, Burner 5, do you have an estimated location?"

"They're in the field south of Navali."

"Alright, let's take 'em out"

Burner Flight swoops in towards the field, coming in multiple directions as to avoid any potential MANPADS. They fire their missiles at the artillery pieces in the field, the shaped charges of the AGALM-11 Blasters (Statistically similar to AGM-114R Hellfire II) blasting through their targets as explosions crash down onto the field.

"Target destroyed, or at least given some awfully bad shellshock. Continue reconnaissance of the city, there might be more hiding somewhere."

[Anowa]

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_{Col. Sören Neuhaeusser
Royal Anowan Air Force, RA-101R "Huginn"
Low Earth Orbit
Anowa}

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_{10/09/2021 - 2027 AST}

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The mass amount of fires, tracers and plumes could be seen with only very minimal lag at this altitude, through thermal imaging it was a low framerate of maybe 5 per second, but it was still detailed enough to give information on, the concentration of heat signatures indicative of NF troops and SADF forces actively engaging were obvious on the now third highest summit of the mountain. A little further out, the SADF QRF rolling up the hill to engage the NF forces.

If one zoomed out a little further, it looked like a goddamned anthill. You couldn't see individual people through the canopy, but every so often you'd see flecks of white shift between leaves and fronds. Namely around the summit, and the valley the QRF had just traveled up.

The SADF's goal was seemingly to kick the hornet's nest, and it worked. They were about to be surrounded by a whole goddamn battalion with technicals and gun trucks. At this point, that unit stuck on the mountain top was a prime example given to officers as a lost cause. The amount of energy, manpower, ordinance, and materiel in general needed to get them out was no longer worth it. Had they met the QRF half way, there might've been a chance, but for all intents and purposes the SADF men on that mountain were already dead. From the direction of the summit, the remaining two platoons of non occupied SPECTRS personnel were closing, but it was unlikely they'd get there before the SADF Artillery and QRF both got swamped in bodies.

"Hey Egon."

The second camera operator of four responded, "Aye?"

"We're recording right?"

"Yeah, I'll save it for the highlight reel, OCS'll be showing this as what not to do."

There was a pregnant pause as both watched the scene unfold, "You think they'll get a chance to surrender?"

"If they stop shooting, maybe. ROE gets hazy when some guy throws his hands up 3 seconds after shooting your battle buddy."

"Right. Poor motherfuckers."

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_{MCWO. Robert "Kozak" Kozakiewicz
SPECTRS Detachment Alpha "Homelander", Recon 7 "Horror"
Near Pidurutalagala Summit
Anowa}

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_{10/09/2021 - 2036 AST}

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It was a few moments before an all clear was called as more and more SADF troopers were forces to cease their shelling to defend themselves. Thus putting an effective end to the bombardment. That being said, a trio of MANPADS were fired off at the sole egressing SADF aircraft, but Kozak didn't hear an impact, not that he was paying attention.

Instead he was looking at a swarming mass making haste to the summit, the NF fighters would be on the SADF in moments, a full third of the brigade holding this area had descended on the summit like flies to ripe plums, almost 300 men and women, each dedicated to the cause. To a normal army, it was overkill, but considering the attack on Victoria Dam had lost 200 men, a fucking miracle by any force's standards, it was warranted to the NF to dogpile the fuck out of these folks. It sent the message that attacks in their home area was no longer tolerated, not that it had been before.

Technicals, both armoured and not were likely in ear shot of the SADF now, and he could see tracer fire erupting in a way he hadn't seen since the Siege of Erong. Truck mounted HMGs, from .422 Anowan rotaries to 14.5mm Russian twin guns. Through thermals a ZU 23 mounted to a truck was ripping through the hulk of an SPG. Infantry were dumping enough rounds on to the summit that a classic death blossom was visible for miles.

Eventually Kozak stopped looking through the thermals and NVGs as he covered their lenses. The light in the distance from all manner of weapons both improvised and not was getting to the point where NODs risked burning out and thermals were just a big blob of white.

Anya sucked her teeth, and promptly sat down, "Well, they're fucked."

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_{Ens. Karolin Rothmann
SPECTRS Independent Recon Company, 3rd Platoon "Sledgehammer"
Field near Navali East
Anowa}

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_{10/17/2021 - 0102 AST}

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There was a number of resounding thumps from inside the SPG, louder than just a few grenades or rifle impacts.

Karolin popped the commander's hatch and looked around, the sound of a series of jet engines whizzing about up high could be heard, but through the cloud layer and rain she couldn't see a fucking thing.

Closing the hatch she got on the radio, "Sledgehammer-Actual to Alcon. Hostile aircraft have fired upon us, APS covered us. Don't know how but they saw us, so I guess they have magic wands out. All Sledgehammer vehicles, 8 rounds rapid than we displace. Begin volley. Out."

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_{Captain Hans Hermansen
SPECTRS Detachment Golf "Boxcar" - Soldiers of the Global Revolution Joint Operations
9.665765, 80.015577, Jaffna
Anowa}

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_{10/17/2021 - 0102 AST}

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"Sledgehammer-Actual to Alcon. Hostile aircraft have fired upon us, APS covered us. Don't know how but they saw us, so I guess they have magic wands out. All Sledgehammer vehicles, 8 round rapid. Begin volley. Out."

"Boxcar to Sledgehammer, we copy, started crossing when we heard jet engines. ALCON, Operation is a go."

By this time, the soldier on the Island would have disappeared in his surroundings.

Around him, three commando mortars opened up on the fort, as a number of NF fighters and Anowan SF began moving to preset destinations with sightlines on the fort, namely from inside the buildings surrounding it, which had been cleared out in advance. Hilariously, all of them were government administrative buildings, things like port authority and the like. The building that was an obvious target was a high rise to the east of the fort, next to the library. It's height gave it a clear view in to the fort itself.

The various teams moved to position, and as the mortar rounds ceased, the PC-100s displaced, the mortars teams displaced as well, and the advance was clear, nothing happened for a few long seconds.

Then ATGMs started slamming in to the remaining vehicles on the southwest side of the fort, as PC-98s loaded to the brim with SPECTRS personnel began crossing, soon after the ATGMs landed, HE shells from both the 100mm gun launchers as well as the 30mm autocannons began tearing in to the fort's walls, as did the hull mounted .422 MGs. Snipers and marksmen in surrounding buildings and foliage would start targeting sentries and those manning weapons stations, displacing to somewhere else in the buildings or parks they were in every round fired.

Then the commando mortars started firing again from their new position near a mosque, the tubes having cooled to the point that cookoffs were unlikely.

[Allanea]

10/09/2021, Free Kingdom Armed Forces Facility

"Men! To your machines!"

This was, of course, a figure of speech. Of the twelve pilots and gunners now running towards the helicopters, seven were men and two were women (Senior Lieutenant Slava Kolesnichenko had ticked 'other' in the 'gender' space of their enlistment form). Even now, the ground crew were tearing bright-orange warning strips off the missiles that bided their time on the helicopters' weapons rack. They ran clear just as the engines came alive, and the eight helicopters began to climb from the field.

The angry throb of the engines seemed to not simply enter one's ears, but rather seemed to consume one's entire body. The rotors cut the skies, the ground crew felt their tap-tap-tap in their chests and lungs. Sweat rolled down the faces of the ground crew soldiers in the Sri Lankan heat, the enormous earmuffs they wore seeming more like instruments of torture, trapping their ears in a sort of soft heat trap, rather than actually protecting them from the blasphemous noise. But eventually the noise receded as the helicopters rose to the skies.

Were this an action film, the helicopter pilots would ride their helicopters directly to the battlefield, braving the enemy small arms fire and MANPADs.

They would not do this.

But neither would they leave the SADF troops without assistance.

The solar drones were still circling far in the skies over the island. The battle could not pass unnoticed.

And the helicopters came in – two miles overhead, speeding towards the enemy.

They would not need to come close.

Ten miles from the battle site, the missiles came off their racks.

Here the gunner of each helicopter came into play as they chose targets and sent the missiles to their destinations. The missiles themselves were guided by digital cameras and infra-red, sending back recordings as they dived towards the enemy's technicals and gun trucks.

Having fired their first shots, the helicopters began to circle – here, the fact that they were coaxial-rotor craft served them well, as they moved laterally, keeping their nose turned towards the center of their circle, towards the enemy.

In their helicopter, Lieutenant Kolesnichenko laughed as another missile came off the aircraft's wing and swept towards the enemy.

[Kyraina]

09 OCT 2021, Batticaloa International Airport

5 F-23 fighters taxied to the end of the run way, and rumbled down the airstrip as they took off in formation, the circled the Air Port Once and took off towards the southern part of the island. Just seconds after taking off from the airport, the 5 F-23s were joined by a EF/A-18K (Kyraina version of the EF/A-18G Growler) Growler. As the six flew towards the center of Sri Lanka at Angels 40, a call from one the Aegis Cruisers came over the comms.

RKNS Adm Checkov: <<Hawk Flight this the Checkov, we have 12 bogeys at 2 miles altitude that appear to be firing off missiles at some sort of conflict around Piduratalagala. We do have reports of ground fighting in that area, and that was the area that civilian Air Traffic Control tower that was destroyed was at. Take care of those birds. Good Hunting. Checkov Out.>>

Hawk Lead: <<Copy that Checkov, Hawk is moving to engage.>>

As the 6 planes cross into the center of the island, The 12 helos of Allanea forces became visible on radar. The Growler in the center of the flight turned its ECM suit on collecting data on the Military RF transmissions (Including comms and Radar) in the area being used by the NF Forces, the SADF forces, and Allanea Helos, and not long after the jamming of those said signals started, including signals used to control the Missiles that Allanea Helos had launched.

Hawk Lead: <<Hawk Flight, Hawk Lead. Arm the AMRAAMs. Everyone will pick four targets. Wait for my permission to engage.>>

Hawk lead got his lock on to his three targets, and the other 5 members piped in they had locks. The 5 planes quickly fired off their AMRAAMS, and went cold, as the weapon bay doors slid shut, not risking accidental detection despite the jamming.

4 of the Allanea Helos had 3 missiles streaking at them, while the other 4 Helos had 2 missiles that were streaking towards them. The 6 plane flight went into a holding pattern well outside any AtA missiles mounted on a Helo could reach.

Following behind the Flight of F-23s and the Growler flew 2 CV-22s, and 2 MI-24Ks. All 4 were loaded with troops to break up the battle around the artillery pieces, and behind them was a AC-130K. All 5 Aircraft flying nap of the earth.

As the 5 aircraft for the Kyrainan QRF drew close to the Combat Zone, the AC-130 split off to go to attack Altitude, using the night sky, the jamming from the Growler that was with the flight of F-23s, and its own onboard jammers, to hide while it ascended to attack altitude.

Mean while the 2 CV-22s, and the 2 MI-24Ks entered the area of the battle. A voice then started playing from the loudspeakers wired onto the 4 aircraft.

"This is Col Ivanson of the Royal Kyraina Army. All Parties are to disengage and to withdraw, failure to do so will be encouraged to do so by our troops above you, and a near by gunship, as well as fighters we have in the area. This Is your Only Warning."

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MSgt Johnny Walker & Connie Lt. Saveen Corea
17 Oct 2021
Mahiyanganaya, Sri Lanka

The contingent of RKAF Security Forces, Connie troops, and Bolsiana troops that guarded the Crown Prince where ever he went, had known about the Bike Courier almost as soon as he had entered Connie controlled territory but he was left alone by the troops as he flew a white flag of truce other then at the few check points set up at bridges and cross roads, other then to identify himself and his intentions, and the occasional random search, looking for anything suspicious.

When the Courier pulled up in front of the Police station in Mahiyanganaya, the RKAF had looked at him with their weapons at a low ready, all alert for any trick or deception. The NCO on Duty, RKAF Master Sgt Johnny Walker stepped forward with his ACR held across his chest. He looked at the courier as the man parked and spoke.

As the Courier spoke, One of the Few Connies to leave the ROC military, not out of cowardice, but of wanting to do the right thing. The man's name was Saveen Corea, and he was one of the officers in charge of the Prince's protection. The two men couldn't look more different. Msgt Johnny was a tall white man, with preicing blue eyes, dressed in full battle gear, while Saveen was a short man, tan skinned with brown eyes and dressed in the ROC Unifrom with patches removed, and a AKM-47 in his hands.

Saveen Spoke up first.
"You may follow me, and my cohort here. We will take your message to see the Crown Prince and his advisors, and You will wait here for our response. That is if you consent to a search of your motorcycle and person. Msgt. Walker care to do the Honors"

The Big Master Sgt stepped forward with a both a connie and a RKAF Senior airman. After a a quick but detailed search of the motorcycle and frisk of the courier by hand and magnetic wand, the courier was declared clean and Saveen took the letter from the courier and delivered to the crown prince.

A Hour later Saveen followed by a smartly, but not overly, dressed and charismatic Sinhalese man. This man was followed by a RKAF Major and a Bolsinia Officer of equal rank. The Sinhalese man spoke with a rich tone to his voice.

"Thank you for the message by dear friend, We have a written response for your Commanders. I will also say this, We will gladly accept the purposed ceasefire, and please tell your commanders I send my regards."

Dearest General Mukurah Hadakareem & Colonel Hashah Mehesh, or who ever who has received this in their stead.

The Sri Lankan Democratic Front agrees with our Nationalist Front brothers, While the actions the Nationalist Front has taken have been appealing the Imperial forces from the South Americanistan have been reckless and wonton. Both the attack on the Dam and the attack on the Air Traffic Control site were both unprovoked and unneeded. We ourselves have received foreign support ourselves, and while they are here in force, they do not number even half of the Imperialist forces.

My advisors and I agree we can no longer stand divided against this threat. Every day we fight and kill each other, the Imperialist Threat grows stronger. We will happily accept Ceasefire as our ceasefire has ended with the Imperialist Forces unjustly attacking the civilian radar site, as that was a line that should not have been crossed.

We will need to meet in person to discuss this new United Front. One of our Foreign Backers have agreed to host the meeting on one of their ships, far from the Imperialist Prying eyes in a weeks time. If this is acceptable to you, there is a number provided by name for you to dial and simply say the name of the location you want to be picked up and dropped off for the meeting.

My Regards,

- Uttar Hayyuj, Crown Prince of Sri Lanka

[South Americanastan]

Combat post coming soon.

The Ceylonese Bush War
A Happy Halloween

HEY KIDS!
COME AND TRICK OR TREAT AT YOUR LOCAL SADF/CSF GARRISON!

SADF/CSF GARRISONS WILL BE HANDING OUT CANDY FROM 4-11 PM!
DON'T MISS IT!
Terms and Conditions may apply. The South Americanastan Defense Force and Ceylonese Security Force are not responsible for any allergic reactions or other medical afflictions suffered as a result of eating candy

First came the posters.

By October 28th, they had been plastered on walls all across Ceylon, encouraging kids to come and retrieve candy from the SADF and CSF for Halloween. It was clearly a PR stunt, but neither the children or parents cared all too much. To the kids, the sweet, pure taste of sugar was all that mattered. To the parents, it would make their children happy, and possibly get them off their hands for a while. Anything to avoid a shitfit from the kids, after all.

By October 30th, the trucks had already begun arriving at the garrisons, 4 of them, their trunks loaded up to the brim with crates of candy, refrigerated in the enclosed trunk. Twix, Snickers, Hershey Bars, and many other sweet treats sat in the back, destined for the pillowcases and baskets of Ceylonese children, and, if not that, the lunch ration of an SADF or CSF soldier.

As the crates were offloaded and put into storage via minifridges placed in checkpoints, usually used for water and mid-duty snacks. To compliment that cameras already at the checkpoints, recorders had been set up to ensure that the SADF did not do anything that could potentially anger parents.

By 4:30, kids had already started lining up at Operations Base Zombie, Kandy's local garrison. As the minutes turned into hours, children continued to come up to the main checkpoint for candy. Kids made two, three, or even four trips to the garrison, but that was no matter. As long as the children were happy, the PR campaign was a success. By 5:00. the gate had to refill with more crates, each stored on one of the minifridges four shelves.

By 6:00, even more kids began showing up, some in shabbily made costumes, ranging from zombies to vampires to characters in Buddhist folklore. Some were on their tenth trip to the garrison, filling up their stomachs with king-sized Twix bars, Snickers, and Twizzlers. As the night ticked on, the age of most of the children arriving increased, from 5, to 6, to 7, to 8, and so on. By 8 PM, the crowd was mostly made up of 12 and 13 year olds, with some 11 and 14 year olds mixed in. An unusually small child walked to the front of the line. The man manning the checkpoint got down on one knee to talk to the kid, reading from an English-to-Sinhala dictionary

"[Translated] Well hi, kiddo, how old are you?"

"[Translated] I'm 8 Years old!"

"[Translated] Cool! Mom must be letting you stay out late tonight!"

The SADF soldier handed the child a king-sized Hershey Bar.

"[Translated] Thank you sir!"

"[Translated] You're welcome! Have fun and be safe!"

Another kid, this one 14, walked up to the front of the line.

"[Translated] Hey, kid, what type of candy do you want?"

"Just give my candy fat imperialist pig."

The SADF soldier stared at the child in shock. Party because of what had been said, and partly because the child could speak English. The digital recorder continued to pick up on the conversation, as the checkpoint's camera kept a close eye on the kid.

"Well that's not nice! I'm not even fat, I'm a fucking twig!"

"I do not care, give my fucking candy invading bastard."

"Well that's ru-"

"śrī laṁkāva venuven!"

The child runs forward, anger blazing through his eyes. He punches the SADF soldier hard in the jaw, and the man doubles back in surprise. The kid pounces, taking the man to the floor.

"Get off me you little shit!"

The SADF soldier shifts his weight out from under the kids center of mass, and slides away and then over the child, taking him to the ground. He pins the kid's back with his knee, and talks into his walkie-talkie.

"This Zombie Epsilon, I'm gonna need an MP vic over here."

Within half a minute, a car arrives at the scene, with a SADF MP at it's wheel. The MP steps out, and walks over to the soldier.

"You want me to cuff him?"

"Yeah, don't detain him though. Take him back to his house and tell his mother the shit he's gone through so he can catch La Chancla. We can't afford to detain a child."

"Alright then." The MP handcuffs the boy. "Kid, where do you live?"

"I not telling shit!"

"Kid, I just want to get you back home."

"Okay, I live on Nittawela Road."

"Good, there we go."

The MP takes the kid and throws him in the car. The checkpoint returns to handing out candy as usual as the car drives towards Kandy. The ride towards Nittawela Road is awkward, as the kid refuses to speak to the MP. Eventually, the MP arrives at the road.

"This my house."

"Huh, finally talking, Though you went mute their for a second."

The MP leaves the car before opening the door on the kid's side, hauling him out and walking him to the door. He rings the doorbell, waiting for an answer. The kid's mother answers the door, and puts her palm to her forehead upon seeing her child with the MP.

"[Translated] Mashka, what have you done now?"

"[Translated] I was helping the great figh-"

The MP speaks up.

"[Translated] He attempted to assault an SADF Corporal handing out Kandy to children at the local garrison. I would not be surprised if he killed whatever political innocence the kids there had left."

"[Translated] Mashka, why? Why would you do this?"

"[Translated] You always expressed your hatred for the imperialists, and said we should fight them! I was following your lead!"

"[Translated] I meant peacefully Mashka! PEACEFULLY! Violence is not the answer, and people like you are the reason we have to live in this hut surrounded by violence in the first place!

"[Translated] The SADF and RoC imperialist dogs need to leave! I cannot tolerate them anymore! I did what must be done!"

"[Translated] Why? Why? I thought I taught you not to resolve issues through violence?" The mother starts sobbing.

The MP opens the handcuffs restraining the child, who promptly walks into his house, but not before spitting on the MP's uniform. The MP turns to the mother.

"[Translated] I know this may be tough time to hear this, but I am required to tell you that next time your son performs an act like this he will not be immediately brought back to your residence. You will be required to travel to wherever he is being detained to retrieve him, and until then, he will be in SADF, CSF, or Police custody. A third offense will require you to post a bail of 500,000 Mudalas or 250 Northeatern Dollars. I hope you can succeed in encouraging your son to express his views peacefully. Good night, and stay safe."