[Slokais]

Travis Zhou had been a postal worker before the war, it was a thankless job but Travis considered himself lucky to wake up with a means of making money. Many men in his same position, in his village even had joined the insurgency. Luckily, Travis had paid some attention in school landing him at a local technical college, where he learned to operate vehicles and eventually landed a job with the Slokais Islands Postal Service (SIPS). Much of his route, covered the same roads he had driven with his friends when he was younger. The crossroads with the convenience store, the turnoff to a waterfall.

He heard the ATVs running down the mountains before he saw them. He was delivering packages in the small village of Khur Altabib, or "doctor's creek", named as such during the 70s and 80s. A dozen or so young men all dressed in military gear with matching black face covering obscuring their identities. They passed by Travis's van, as if not noticing the existence of such a prominent symbol of government authority. At the next intersection, some of the men parked their vehicles and got out with their weapons drawn. Travis watched as the old man he had just delivered to, quickly hurried inside his home. At that moment, Travis made a choice, he could have escaped in the same blue and white postal van he had been driving around the countryside, instead Travis ran. As the sound of gunfire burst through the fogy mourning, Travis scrambled through alleys and backlots, his key's now jingling as he ran. He finally reached the edge of the vast fields that covered much of the Kascan Valley, as he maneuvered the banks of namesake Doctor's Creek he heard voices. Travis quickly hid under a thick thicket of branches that held the bank together.
"I swear, I saw a postal worker on the road," said one man
"Deal with it, Mazur," another said, his voice suggesting he held some authority
"He may have disappeared into the fields, sir" Mazur said
"You would have heard splashing, the creek is too wide to leap across"
"Sir, is this really worth it"
"Brother, we must strike without any outside knowledge, if we are to free the Kaijanese people, we must rid them of outsider's"
"The postal worker, looked Kaijanese sir" Mazur responded
"Any Kaijanese, who work's with the federal's may as well have forsaken his right"
"It will be done sir, god willing" Mazur responded, realizing he would have to
"I hope for your sake, you do"

The miltant identified as Manzur, walked along the bank of the creek. Meanwhile, Travis struggled to stay along the narrow ledge of the bank, his work boots slipping against the bank. Manzu walked along the river bank, occasionally lifting up crates and peaking over boxes. He only seemed half interested, and Travis was just waiting for him to give up and turn around. Manzu then stopped, just a few meters from the bramble Travis was hiding in. After a few seconds, Travis heard the click of a lighter and the smell of tobacco smoke, at that moment as Travis tried to shift himself down the bank slowly, he lost his footing and slid into the water. Immediately, after he hit the water he began to swim towards the other side. Meanwhile, Manzur noticed the sound and scrambled for his gun which he had left sitting on a crate. Those few seconds of delay, allowed Travis to reach the other side and jump into the fields of sorgum, disappearing from view.

Deep within the caves of South Kaijan, the leadership of the Kaijan League gathered. They came from all parts of society, some were scholars and academics who had taken a radical view of Kaijanese Nationalism, and others were just young Kaijanese men frustrated from years of economic and political struggle. The federal government had done very little by arresting Akbar Querbun Liang in early 2021. Although his capture had weakened the movement, the Kaijan League remained strong. After many of their members were either killed or arrested in a federal offensive just a few weeks later much of the leadership went deep into hiding. It was in the darkness of the caves, that the movement was saved by an unlikely source. The business of war had always been profitable and a collection of mainland businessmen and politicians had come in with a proposition. Keep the war up and keep up the fight for Kaijanese Independence, and in return, they would receive all the arms and weapons they needed to do so. In exchange, the Kaijan League would have a specific list of targets and attacks to execute. These attacks in some way or another benefited there organized benefactors. In addition, govermeant officials would do as much to stall investigations and the movement of federal forces.

The Casguian Bay Incident had been concerning as Captain Min had come very close to cracking into the truth, now her only memory were data and tapes denounced and painted as pure conspiracy by the correct sources. To the Kaijan League, some of their affiliated partners were more well-known than others. Element of the criminal underground in New Liverpool had been using tactics against unwilling parties in exchange for the Kaijan League processing drugs and illicit goods. Many of the leadership had been opposed to this venture for religious reasons, although their resident Islamic scholar had promised that God would overlook this action as they were doing for the greater good of the struggle.

The real reason, they had gathered was to finally confront the mastermind behind this collective of affiliated figures. Finally, when the central screen lit up with the full uncovered face of their true "boss", many were not happy.
"The servant of the devil"
"You killed our brothers, how dare you!"
"So the conspiracies were true?"
Every man in that room had a different reaction to this information except for Kali bin Sassi, he just smiled. The Kaijan League was a young man's organization, yet whenever Sassi was in the room, he increased the average age by 20 years. Although he was too old to fight on the front Sassi provided the wisdom and knowledge of warfare that very few had. He had been friends with Mohamed Zavala during the 60s and 70s, although the two had split apart as Zavala relinquished Kaijanese control to local forces. It constantly frustrated, Zavala's name to be praised by even those with the League's leadership. Zavala was well-liked by nationalists and non-Kaijanese alike and his image even graced the backside of the 1,000 Mark's bill. Sassi also held Zavala's deepest secret, a daughter born out of an affair. He had raised the girl for her first few years and soon transferred her to a new family on the mainland. He never knew what the new family had named their child, although yet she was facing before him. For now, he would say nothing, although his knowledge could be very, very useful in the right hands.