Human Error

Temporary Alliance

As the Fighters and Carriers neared TRAPPEL-1 they were given more information about the kids and the extraterrestrials coming for them. They prepared for landing and had chosen a spot half a mile from the escape pod.

Once landed, soldiers and pilots filed out and took an old war position, with the pilots in the middle to be protected despite them also being able to fight. The soldiers wielded pulsefire guns of all different types according to their specialties. 4 had sniper rifles, some SMGs, others assault rifles. Everyone had at least one or two pistols strapped to their sides and a diamond bladed combat knife. They wore armour that shielded them from head to toe and was a cobalt blue with neon blue around the joints and the control panel on their chest. This panel was small, only half the size of a regular composition notebook.

Two pilots and two soldiers stayed behind to watch the ships while the rest advanced towards the escape pod.

Through their tech visors, they could switch between seeing the layout of the land a mile or so out, having a heat sensor, or the tracking dots the cyber operatives where monitoring.

They neared the pod, or what was left of it, anyway, and examined the makeshift shelter the kids had made. It was quite impressive really, for 10 year olds that is. But the kids were nowhere to be found. Heat sensors were switched on and they got readings far off, to which one soldier reported there being a cave. They started off for it, moving at a reasonable speed and arriving within minutes.

"E.T.s headed your way, I repeat, E.T.s headed your way! Get ready for a fight or get the hell back," came a slightly robotic voice from their earpieces.

"Alright, men, move! Move!" The squad leader, who was distinguished by the ponytail of hair arching from his helmet (which was not his own), was motioning for them to get into the cave.

They piled in and were met with several fear-filled eyed.

"Sir!"

The squad leader hurried back just in time to catch the tall one about to beat one of his men. He grabbed the stick and held it up.

"Listen here, all of you. We're about to be ambushed by a gang of aliens just like the one you took down earlier. Either let us help or good luck fighting them yourselves. You thought one was tough… Hah!" He snickered and shook his head, shoving the weapon aside and causing the siren to bang it against the ground.

A girl with ombre colored skin and pointy ears came up and glared at the soldier. "How do we know you won't kill us? How do we know you're not working with them?"

He held out his armoured hand.

"A truce."

"For how long?"

"Until those things are dead," he replied.

The slimey fox bit her lip, looked back, and got a few shrugs and nods.

"Fine."

They shook hands. The deal was made. Now, they had a battle to attend to.