Making bread with the enemy < Thailand >

[Jay]

The sun was just beginning its descent over the lush, emerald landscape of New Caledonia. Éloi Declerc, leader of the Kanak independence movement, emerged from the dense foliage with a small contingent of armed guards flanking him. Their mission was fraught with risk, but Declerc’s was resolved to see it through. Ahead, the Thai garrison loomed—a reminder of the continued international occupation on the island, and hopefully a reasonable partner.

Declerc and his guards approached the perimeter of the garrison cautiously. The Thai soldiers stationed at the entrance would likely be on alert given today's attacks. Declrec waived a white cloth tied atop a long branch waving it at the sight of the occupiers. Undoubtedly their hands instinctively move towards their weapons. Declerc raised a hand, signaling his men to halt.

“I am Éloi Declerc,” he called out, his voice echoing across the eery silence that gripped the island since today's attacks. “I have come here to speak to your commander on behalf of our independence movement. I request an audience with your commanding officer." Declerc then turned to his guards, giving a brief nod. Reluctantly, they stayed backward, their hands keeping their weapons aimed at the ground. Declrec would approach the gate once again and repeat his statement as he got closer, waving the white flag higher.

The humid heat outside and buzzing of mosques ered around the camp. No doubt the occupiers were incapable of adapting to the local climate...leaving their food and mess all around. Declerc felt vomit in his mouth from disgust. The sooner all these occupiers were gone the better. "

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[Bossza007]

As the sun set, a warm glow bathed the New Caledonian landscape, casting a golden touch over the Thai main camp. As the largest humanitarian camp on the island, Thai volunteers were busy with the final distribution of essential aid for the day. Unarmed and welcoming, the camp was open to all visitors.

When a group of local Kanak approached, a few volunteers and aid recipients looked up in surprise. Several volunteers moved towards the newcomers with respectful distance, signaling their good intentions. One of the Kanak men held a white flag, prompting a female volunteer to step forward and address him in fluent New Caledonian.

"There's no need for the white flag, Mr. Declerc," she said, pausing to glance at his companions. "Are your men well-fed, or is there a shortage of supplies? Our operations have been disrupted by the fighting, making distribution difficult. We could use your help. But first, please come with me."

She led Mr. Declerc into the camp, where the scene was one of organized activity. Aid supplies were abundant, and a sense of professionalism pervaded every corner. On the second floor of one building, volunteers and specialists coordinated responses to the changing situation. "Excuse me," she said, gesturing to Mr. Declerc. "I've brought a Kanak man who wishes to speak with you, Sak."

The room turned their attention to the female volunteer and the Kanak man beside her. Sak, who was drawing on a map, looked up and addressed the man. "Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked, pushing a chair forward in a gesture to sit. "John, could you get him a bottle of cold water?" Turning back to the Kanak man, Sak switched to the local language. "Éloi Declerc, right? Your name sounds familiar. Have we met before?"

Jay​

 

[Jay]

Declerc looked at the woman as he placed his flag down. My men are fine ma'am. Please, take me to the person in charge here." He said as he was led to the Sak, who appeared to be in charge. Hearing the man speak in such broken Creole disgusted Declerc...occupiers thinking they could be one of them...

"I do not believe it should be. Unless you knew my father who was assassinated by the French." He said with a smile knowing how much the Thais loved the French. "I have come to speak on behalf of the New Caledonia Government requesting that you and your personnel withdraw from the island immediately. Effective immediately your presence here is a part of the ongoing occupation of our Island.

We also would like to request that Thailand evacuate all residents and foreign nationals who wish to leave. Our condition is that every nation taking foreign nationals also takes residents who equally wish to flee the violence. Secondly, we wish Thailand to inform the other nations that if any foreign nation attempts to land on our island we will consider this an act of aggression and respond accordingly." He said, hopeful that the Thais would leave willingly and honestly deliver their requests.

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[Bossza007]

While Sak listened to the man, his hand moved swiftly, jotting notes in Thai on a yellow pad while simultaneously working through complex mathematical formulas. Beside the yellow pad lay a document bearing the renowned seal of the NIA, marked with the Thai words for "Top Secret." There were several boxes before sentences, which Sak checked as the Kanak man spoke. Despite his attentiveness and lack of hostility, it was clear that Sak was methodically ticking off boxes in response to specific information. By the end of the conversation, the yellow note was filled with writing, some in English and Creole.

“Sure, we can leave immediately if you give us a two-week timeframe. ” Sak replied, his tone steady as if he had anticipated this conversation. He cleared the main table to reveal a large, detailed map of New Caledonia. “The stars indicate our camps across the region. We have about 11,500 TEUs worth of essential supplies distributed among them. These include food, water, shelters, accommodations, medical supplies, communication and information technology, infrastructure supplies, engineering equipment, environmental response materials, security gear for local law enforcement, protective equipment, training materials, coordination tools, maintenance tools, kitchen supplies, administrative and financial tools, and specialized response team equipment.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “These supplies could sustain New Caledonia for at least another month and a half if all outside imports are completely cut off.”

Walking to a corner of the room, Sak picked up a piece of paper and jotted something in English and Creole. He then returned to his seat, fixing his gaze on the Kanak man. “I might not know who you are, but we have more in common than you think,” he said, showing a bronze coin. It depicted a sword piercing a skull adorned with an elaborate crown, and the date May 19, 1998, was inscribed. “If you know what it means, then don’t talk.” Sak smiled and handed the Kanak man the note he had written earlier. “This is a phone number for my friend, Surakiart Sathirathai. Outside Thailand, he’s known as an influential person. Google him, and you’ll learn more. He wants to talk to the leader of the Kanak Independence Movement.” He mentioned this casually before standing up.

“If there’s nothing else to discuss, please excuse me. I have work to do. Did we agree on the two-week timeframe?” Sak asked with a smile. His once broken Creole now flowed fluently. “The future belongs to the people, and the people must make the future themselves. Freedom is always the freedom of the dissenter.” He laughed before resuming his leadership duties, ensuring the Thais were ready to leave within two weeks. Jay ​

 

[Jay]

"Two weeks is a reasonable timeline.“ He said as he took the map. Folding it neatly as he put it inside his chest to be given to Duchamps later. "Thank you as well for sharing the map. I will instruct the other cells to leave them alone and to take the necessary suppliers." He would stand up thinking it was over but then Sak turned around handing him a note.

"Yes. Two weeks. I pray you leave in peace, Sak. I can not say the same of your white deviled friends." He said with a smirk as he simply walked away gathered his men and disappeared into the thick jungle bushes. Back at his base camp, he would have copies of the map made and delivered to the other cells so they could gather more suppliers.

Declerc looked at the number on the paper. Wondering what the Thai man was up to. He didn't trust him. But. He wasn't like the French and Poles he had interacted with. Some days would pass as Declerc stayed holed up at his base camp as the resistance planned their counter-attack on the Polish base.

As the flames bristled against the night sky permeated by darkness under the cover of the jungle. Declerc grabbed a satellite phone and dialed the number. "Fuck it." He said. "Let's see who the fuck Sathirathai is." Giving the number a ring.

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[Bossza007]

Surakiart Sathirathai, the Thai Minister of Foreign Affairs, sat in his office with Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra. They were deep in conversation about trade with Portugal. Though the sun had long set, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was still buzzing with activity. The night was proving to be busy for international matters.

Suddenly, Surakiart’s phone rang. Thaksin glanced at the screen first and put the call on hold. He recognized the number and briefly addressed Surakiart. "Is this the man you mentioned to the cabinet?" he asked, gathering his belongings.

“Yes, Mr. Prime Minister. I believe so,” Surakiart replied, picking up his phone. “Please check with the Department of European Affairs for me. I’ll handle this call.” As Thaksin left, Surakiart answered the phone, his voice calm and confident, speaking in nearly flawless French. “Good evening, Mr. Declerc. This is Surakiart, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Thailand.”

He paused, then continued in a somber tone, “The Kanak Independence Movement is in a dangerous position, Mr. Declerc. I speak not from sympathy, but from the experience of a sseasoned revolutionary.”

“Revolution is a serious commitment, the most serious aspect of a revolutionary’s life. It is a lifelong struggle,” he implied. “Mr. Declerc, if you are a true revolutionary, you must understand that nothing is more precious than independence and liberty. Portugal is sending a large fleet to New Caledonia to evacuate its people. This is yet another display of European dominance, a reminder of their colonial past. Poland is Thailand’s ally, and the web of international connections is becoming clear.”

Surakiart took a deep breath, his voice steady over the phone. “The world wants to maintain the status quo, Mr. Declerc, not because they are oppressive, but because they fear change. Many leaders wish for class divisions to persist. Why? Because exploiting those beneath them, like the miners in New Caledonia, serves their greed. Sympathy won’t fuel your revolution, Mr. Declerc, not in this unjust world. What will drive your cause is ideological pragmatism.”

Surakiart paused, picking up a bronze coin from his desk. “A revolution won't succeed simply because a leader’s father was killed by a Frenchman. Revolution is not an apple that falls when it’s ripe; you have to make it fall. You must unite the free and just people of New Caledonia in a common struggle. Your fight is not only against colonial rule but also against the French crown’s grip on your land.”

He paused again, letting the weight of his words sink in. “When men are silent, it is our duty to raise our voices for our ideals. Keep this phrase close to your heart, Mr. Declerc. I can’t promise how much I can help, but remember, as long as you have this number, we share a common bond in the fight for freedom. Goodbye, Mr. Declerc.” The call ended.

Jay​

 

[ManBear]

Private and Top Secret
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With the rising of tensions within New Caledonia, the Office of State Protection began working overtime to gather intelligence that would assist Polish forces on the ground. With intelligence operatives working around the clock monitoring communications coming in and from the islands, a particular call was flagged coming from the islands to the capital of Thailand where operatives already worked to monitor the Thai NIA. A brief monitoring flagged the call as important and transcripts were created and disseminated to the upper echelons of the OSP before it was directly delivered to the Council of Ministers by hand in a sealed envelope and armed guards. With the entire call recorded and transcribed, sealed copies would find themselves hand delivered to key members of the Ministry of National Defense as well as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

 

[Bossza007]

The Polish intelligence would not be able to eardrop the phonecall as it had not breached the NSST 1.0 Architecuture, a standard protocol used in Thailand for years. ManBear

 

[ManBear]

Private and Encrypted​

For some unknown reason the NSST 1.0 Architecture must have been in a brief updating period or was offline for some reason that allowed the Polish Intelligence Agents to capture the phone call and record it before the system reengaged and removed them from the system.

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