The TCDC 7th scouting detachment was masking its rounds from the IC encampments as usual. The skies where calm and the gunship was acting semi-usual. That was until the captain was ordered to return to base, instead of using partial power like they were trained to do. The engineer accidentally pumped the reactor to full power AND launched it early. Causing the reactor to do its job and crash right into an unknown mountain range, the reactor worked though!

The crash caused no skimtari casually, but the gunship was broken beyond repair. They managed to salvage a radio, their service weapons, and some ammunition bricks. The crew salvages whatever else they can in the gunship, leaving the poor skimtari conscript to stand guard and watch the surrounding area.

Within the mountains themselves, it is cold and filled with soft, untouched snow. So its no surprise that the crash set off a avalanche in the distance. Fortunately, the mountains themselves are uninhabited save for the fauna and flora that tends to endure the cold daily.

The Van'nik, were a nomad group of frog humanoids that traveled the forests in the southern region. Having scouts in the highest trees, they were among the first to catch sight of the dark clouds of smoke that came from the mountains. A Fire.
The leader of this group, V'jik, was alerted to the sight. In this land, fires meant other tribes were nearby or some youngins ended up lost. That is, the two most plausible answers anyway. However, the one detail that stood out was that the smoke came from the mountains. No one dared try to survive in the mountains at this time of year.
It was something worth expending the energy to check out. With some chirps and soft grunts, the Leader ordered their group to rally up and prepare for a quick scout.

The Raa'nik were a tribe of turtle humanoids that weren't much of the nomad type. Rather they had one colony that was a zone of peace and then there was a bunch of little groups or rather, factions, that they split up into. Raa'jok was a leader of the one of the more reckless and rambunctious factions. They were closer to the edge of the forest that touched the mountains so they heard the crash and then the inevitable rumble of snow that came after, an avalanche. The turtle humanoids had an amazing sense of smell so sniff they did the air, the lingering scent of smoke reaching them as they inched closer to the edge of their territory.

As they approached the detachment the conscript would quickly inform his captain; "Sir, we have movement, in the distance!." said the conscript in a loud shrieking voice for those who didn't speak Electarian. "Are you sure it's important? It could be just another four-legged monstrosity for all we know. Why the heck are you bringing this up, if it's not attacking you or aiming a weapon at you I don't want to know."

Just as he said that, he noticed the group slowly approaching them. He orders his men to quickly and quietly move to a tree and get ready to fight. The very distinct smell of fire and smoke hid their scent. They stood there, hiding, and waiting. "WHO GOES THERE, SPEAK NOW." yells the captain into the distance.

Smoke, a scent that was familiar to the Raa’nik but certainly not when traversing this part of the forest. It made them wary yes, but this tribe was bold and reckless as mentioned. So they easily traversed the foliage until they heard the shriek. Then, they all froze and crouched where they stood before quietly taking cover without an order.

The Van’nik were slinging and jumping through trees with ease. Some of the younger frogs ended up playing tree tag, challenging each other to go faster. A lot of the youngins never felt a need to have fear.
That is until the shriek. The frogs had a far better sense of hearing than the Raa’nik so the screech had paralyzed them for a moment, making some who were midjump hit their intended target and fall while others simply hugged their tree trunk or branch until the sound paralyzation wore off. This was a sound they never heard before. So V’jik became more alert and with 2 simple clicks, he made their formation tighten. The sound of the shrieking/shouting was in the distance.

The Raa’nik were certainly a lot closer and being a ruthless group, the leader of course wanted to test the wit of the newest member of thier faction. With some soft high pitched chirps, the leader made his order known and a smaller turtle about 5’2 eased out of his hiding spot. Not without throwing a slur around, “Tssik, Cha’va”. He carefully inched forward toward the uh…the um…he paused once he got full sight of one of these…intruders. Before giving a rough looong chirp that was high pitched.

Then a very loud BANG can be heard from the intruders. A bright grey bold wizzes past the youngest member. They can see the captain aiming down his sights, and 4 firearms aiming right at them. The captain slowly moves fully into view, still aiming his gun straight at the member. The other skimtari stays behind cover and the conscript moves to the smoking rubble.

Then the intruder captain speaks in a different language, a low-pitched eldrich-sounding language. He points to the ground while speaking. He does this to no avail, trying his best. He slowly approaches the youngling, keeping his gun raised but not looking THAT threatening. "Who are you and what do you want? Just answer my questions and nothing will happen between us." He says in that weird language, his freakishly tall nature being more apparent as he slowly walks towards you, showing him to be 7'3"

A loud squeak emits from the young turtle as he almost comedically raises his hands up to defend his face and his leg raised on instinct. He stood for a solid moment on one foot, just standing there with his head half tucked into his shell, his arms up in defense, and one leg raised.

There was a soft murmuring laughter that sounded from the turtles that lie in waiting.

Of course the youngin didn’t know what the heck was fired at him. Slowly he put his leg down and popped his head out to look at the tall, meat colored thing.

He spoke in his native language, which was chirps while also motioning with his hands. “Bip” he chirps, and then motions to himself. “Me.” He tilts his head then puts up both hands and shakes them while shaking his head. A universal “No”

Then the captain full stops. lowing his lower legs back to 5'9" and directly in front of him. The weapon almost touching its chest, no breathing, no heartbeat, no nothing can be heard from the intruder. Only the mechanical inner workings of the rifle in his hand.

The low-pitched language comes out of its mouth again. its face giving nothing as it keeps trying to converse with you. Then he tries to gesture at the younglings to explain where they are, along with throwing the odd thumb across the neck for good measure.

The other intruders slowly move up while the captain is trying to speak to the younglings. Sticking to the shadows and the trees, guns still raised.

As the youngin blinks in the universal sign for kill, they silently make their fear known to the leader. They simply move their short tail to the left slightly.

For the tribe, it’s all fun and games most of the time. That’s what this is meant to be, fun. So when true fear hits, all of them respect that fun is over. There was no shame in being afraid.

Raa’jok emerged from the treeline alone, standing at 6’10, he was more of a beefy turtle than tall. His gaze is challenging and his movements are possessive as they pull Bip backwards by their shell and take a defensive stance in front of the youngin.

“Cha’va” is spoken from the opposite side, breaking the tension. It’s V’jik sliding into the scene with all his arrogant smugness. The frog smirked at Raa’jok, easing themselves into the situation by making Raa’jok notice them. There certainly was an unfriendly tension between the two in the air.

There was one chirp from V’jik and one growl from Raa’jok and the situation was clear.

No one claimed this intruder as their own.

“I, V’bit” V’bit spoke in Sparkalian common, taking control of the situation. “You are here, why?”

Then the captain raises himself, not to be outdone in height. Then he surprisingly speaks in common, but I'm a low raspy voice. "Why look at us we are speaking that Prestorian trash." He says with a loud chuckle in his voice. He then slightly lowers his weapon, but not all the way. "Our plane crashed, this stuff happens you know."

"Now why don't you answer my original question? Who are you?"

It wasn’t the first time V’bit was surrounded by giants. He glanced over the equipment they held but his gaze was wide, round, and damn near blissfully blank. “My land” V’bit pointed to the ground and then Raa’jok rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“You on my land. What is you?” He tilts his head, curious “Not hurt from plane?”

"doesn't matter, and this is your land? Well, this may be your land, but we are going to operate under TDAC protocol. So don't expect us to give away any more information." Then the captain gestures for the poor conscript to stand next to him.

"So whats with this party anyways, is it a war party or something?"

V’bit wasn’t entirely pleased with the answer. His disappointment was clear on his face. Raa’jok laughed a deep rumbling laugh as they look at V’bit. It was pleasing when the frog didn’t know something.

“Chu’va” Raa’jok said before the gaze of V’bit glanced to the turtle and narrowed slightly.

“Not a party. Them is not us. Us is not them.” V’bit spoke, eyeing Raa’jok before looking back to the uh, tall, meat colored thing.

There is some words that Raa’jok can understand from the common language. Most of it was slurs and another was War. The turtle flicked his fiery gaze to the alien and did the same gesture the alien did before. He drew a thumb across his neck and growled low.

Then the captain gives Raa’jok a blank stare, then an enraged stare. He quickly shoves you back and raises his gun again, the conscript quickly falling back to the tree line. The captain also retreats to his tree and fires off one more warning shot for good luck. "Alright that's enough, I'm going to need you to BACK OFF whatever-your-name-is. You have five seconds."

V’bit and Raa’jok are nearly the same level of fighting ability despite their species and height. V’bit is fast enough to effortlessly jump to a tree to give himself space and Raa’jok jumps back and is grabbed by the younger turtle who made first contact, pulling their leader behind a tree.

Theres a series of chirps and growls that rise from two sides of the forest. Branches shake violently as both turtles and frogs grow resentful from their places of waiting.

V’bit takes control of the situation once more, his fast beating heart quickly calming down once he realized the shot was off, intentionally? Perhaps.
He chirps and one side of the forest calms into silence quick but Raa’joks side was still loud and angry.

V’bit communicates with Raa’jok. A series of snaps and growls and native language cuss words flying. V’bit jumps to the ground and tries to seem at ease.

“Don’t shoot. Bad” V’bit says towards the tree the leader was in. “Upset the Raa.” He gestures towards the turtle leader who was glaring at V’bit from behind a tree.

“How get you away from my land?” V’bit is losing his confidence quickly cause as soon as he say the words help, the turtles show their disagreement with growls and snaps and the knocking of their shells.

The intruders fall back one more time and quickly hide behind the trees. The silence is deafening, only the sound of the winds making any noise. Then you hear the low murmings of the intruders amongst each other. Not in Common, but in their language. Then from one of the trees, you hear the enraged voice of the captain boom from the tree line.

"You can drag us out of here when we heel over DEAD." They hear a very distinctive click from the intruders, then a clank. A semi-large firey blast appears in the middle of the field, not close enough to cause any injury, but just enough to feel the heat from the explosion. But no bullets start fly, rather the intruders start to quickly run in the opposite direction, trying to get to better cover ASAP.

The skin of reptiles was sensitive to temperature and V’bit started jumping up a tree once the feeling of heat touched his skin.

There was tension between both tribes. Even if there wasn’t much communication going on between them, they could smell the pheromones each other gave off.

V’bit ordered a youngin to give him his hunting gear while the Raa already was moving on foot, chasing after the aliens. V’bit gave a soft sigh, for violence wasn’t his thing. Then he gave orders to support the Raa. The frogs were ranged attackers while the Raa could tough out close quartered attacks. Big battles were the only reason a Raa and a Vann would work together.

Being rather skilled at traversing this land, the turtles led on foot while the frogs jumped overhead from the trees.

The intruders however are surprisingly fast considering the terrain. Skillfully rushing through the trees and recovering from tripping on small twigs and air.

Then suddenly, and without warning. They find a nice little hill and get on top of it, setting up very rushed barricades. Then they begin to open on the now hunting party. A flurry of grey bolts wizz past them as they try and advance. Orders can be heard from the intruder's line, they are chaotic yet coherent.

Then another clank can be heard. Then two walls of fire sport up.

The sound of the guns firing made V’bit eyes go round and damn near made him fall off the tree completely. His cover, a female frog clicked a command to the group to stay in position as she rushed to aid V’bit.

Hushed clicks and soft squeaks could be heard from the two, the female worried for V’bit.

The multiple firing had triggered V’bits ptsd.

The firing came in contact with the front guard of the turtles. Once, Twice, Four times before the order was given to take cover. The turtles had thick skin, but these were bolts and they all took a hit on their limbs. The smell of blood made some frogs and turtles go into a blood frenzy. A state where they are uncontrollable and seek to attack whatever they found threatening. In this case, it was the aliens. The frenzied ones had tiny veins pop out visibly all over their skin and had a narrow pupil. Two frogs began firing purple hued arrows, poison arrows, at the aliens. Their shots were great, just not as fast and precise as the way V’bit himself could shoot.

Raa’jok studied the alien holdout. It wasn’t good for his turtles whatsoever. Raa’jok wasn’t heartless. So he had their youngest run back to the colony to give report and…to take them out of the battle. Three frenzied turtles rushed up the hill but rather than go alone, they played a unique game of leap frog. Instead of just leaping forward, they leap this way and that way and backwards.

Some of the arrows hit the arms and legs of the intruders, but they kept shooting nonetheless. That was until one of the arrows hit the poor conscript square in the neck, he isn't dead, but he is critically injured. This seemed to set off something in the intruders because they started to fix bayonets on their rifles. Then throw one move volley of grenades before unleashing the last of their munitions.

Now the stand side by side, leaving the conscript on the hill. Leaving the radio with the conscript, and the rest of the stuff that won't help kill their enemies. Then in sparkalian common, the captain yells at the top of his lungs. "DON'T CHARGE UNTIL YOU SEE THE FEAR IN THEIR EYES. THIS WILL BE OUR STAND LADS, SO MAKE IT COUNT AND DONT DIE."

Grenades. Firing.

It left V’bit stunned, curled up on the ground. The sounds of the firepower hurt both the turtles and the frogs for sure.

Grenades rocked trees and foliage, making debris cut into some of the turtles who were taking cover. The first grenade they saw actually did the most damage. They never encountered a ‘grenade’ before so they just looked at it before it went off and made two turtles fly back into trees.

Raa’jok slid the bone daggers off of his shoulder sling and commanded, “For Vanthalis. For her honor. For our people. A sacrifice is the greatest accomplishment of a war. So bleed.”

There was five turtles and three frogs who charged. The frogs charged from above and would attempt to use their tongues to catch the weapons while the turtles just straight up used their shells to their advantage to block the bayonet at times.

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