I found myself pedaling through the frigid snow of Caoiva. The Press Corps had assigned me to report on the [Mountaineers] regiment, not realizing I would have to climb a literal mountain to reach them, I had taken the assignment with glee. It was pitch dark when I reached the [Mountaineers] regimental base camp at the foothills of Mount Rell. I showed my Press Corps ID to the guard and he lifted the barricade to let me in. I was able to drink a restorative cup of hot cocoa in the mess hall. Still sipping from my cup, I spotted a few soldiers basking in the heat of a campfire. I joined them, and asked of their experiences.

The [Mountaineers] are a light infantry regiment deployed in the hills, ridges and valleys of Caoiva. They are a crack force experienced in ambushes, guerilla warfare and of course scaling mountains and ridges to gain the upper hand on any enemy force.

In one such operation, the mountaineers were deployed to Callahan's Passage. Their mission was to support the push for Crumbling Post. The Wardens had raised a temporary base of operations in Crumbling Passage. Upon reaching the position their commanding officer [MTN] Capa Craft SL climbed atop a bunker and gave a rousing speech. He talked about the colonial threat, and how it was time for us as Caoivans to prove ourselves in battle against the Colonials once more.

[MTN] Capa Craft SL came up with a bold plan. Armed with stickies and mammons, the [Mountaineers] rappelled down the cliff as soon as Colonial tanks passed below them. The tanks were subsequently ambushed and completely caught unawares in a reversal of fortunes, causing them to crash into one another. One of the tanks was destroyed and the other managed to limp its way back.

A few minutes later another pair of tanks decided to push, but they met the same fate. Both tanks were destroyed by the [Mountaineers]. These actions emboldened all nearby troops to take a more offensive stance towards tanks. And when a final pair decided to try its luck, they barely made it back alive.

The following morning, the Colonial infantry made a final assault onto the [Mountaineers] position. Under overlapping and overwhelming fire this attack too failed. Now the wardens went on the offensive. Inch by inch the Colonials were pushed back from their defenses.

Eventually the push was stopped dead in its tracks by collie armour but the work of the [Mountaineers] was already done. As he finished the story, the bugle was sounded and everyone went to sleep. I, still sipping my hot cocoa, was left sitting near the campfire, thinking about if I am getting paid enough to freeze my hide off.