This story is dedicated to Collision as a thank you for her endless positive support of my stories, and she's the only one that I know for a fact has read all my stuff so is up to date on how I'm mangled the SSX characters.SSX is on the verge of facing their largest challenge to date, can they live up to the task? Continuing my saga of SSX stories, so anyone who hasn't read them will wonder why the characters are so out of character. I know it's a lot of stories to read just for this to make sense, so if you don't wanna read them all it's cool.
So here we go, hope you all like it, this one's for you Collision.


I own none of the characters or locations of this story, EA Games Big owns it all.
Invasion
Chapter 1: Accident
Nate slid to a stop in the snow on peak two as his M-Comm beeped loudly at him. He flipped it open and looked at the text screen.
"Griff is missing!" the text declared, Nate's eyes quickly doubled in size, he scrolled down. "He was last seen on peak two but his clique said he never came down, keep your eyes peeled for him. Emergency services and the snow patrol are on the lookout for him, if anyone sees anything message me ASAP. – Atomika" Nate looked around his immediate position with a slight panic. He wished he knew where Griff could possibly be, but he barely ever spoke to him anymore once more teens joined the circuit. His M-Comm beeped again. He flipped it open.
"You on your way to peak two? – Psymon"
"Already there." Nate typed back. A few seconds passed until the M-Comm beeped again.
"Where are you on peak two?"
"East side, near the woods, about midway down." Nate didn't like typing back and forth when he could be looking for Griff.
"I have Griff's boys here with me, I'm going to comb down peak two on the west side, each of his boys are going to scour a sector as well. You keep checking the east end, I'll message you if I see ANYTHING." Nate nodded and typed quickly.
"Thanks." He put his M-Comm back in his pocket and took off into the woods.

He moved at a steady pace, but not too quickly as his eyes panned all around him.
"Come on squirt, where are you?" Nate was very worried, again his M-Comm beeped. "For crying out loud!" he shouted as he answered it again.
"Psymon said you're on the east end of the peak, I'm coming down that side, I'll see you in a bit. – Allegra" Nate nodded and pocketed his M-Comm again. He continued along the ridge of the east side, analyzing the trees and canyons that he passed. Seconds later Allegra came flying down the hill and slowed next to him.
"Anything?" she asked, slightly winded, Nate shook his head.
"Nothing." Allegra gave a worried sigh and looked around with anxiety.
"And I'm going to guess that those idiots don't know where they saw him last?" she asked.
"I swear to God when I see those kids I'm going to kick every single one of their asses." Nate snorted.
"Nate, stop it." Allegra spoke firmly. "That's not going to help anything, let's just work on finding him." Nate nodded, though he was still very angry at Griff's friends. Suddenly both their M-Comms rang out, Allegra grabbed hers first.
"West canyon, three minutes southwest of station two, he's down here. – Psymon" the M-comm read. They finished reading it and pushed off as fast as they could for the west end of the peak.

Psymon unbuckled his boots from his board. Before he was done a pair of Griff's teen friends arrived. A pair of kids named Jeff and Sam."The others on their way?" Psymon said seriously, the teens nodded. Psymon looked down the canyon at the motionless teen that lay at the bottom. Psymon knelt down and carefully scaled down the ice and snow of the canyon wall, slipping once or twice but managing to keep himself from falling. He climbed down for many feet until he was about fifteen feet to the bottom. He kicked off the ledge and fell into the deep snow. He crawled back up to his feet and waded through the snow to Griff. "Can ya hear me, squirt?" Griff wasn't moving as Psymon approached. Psymon got close enough to see Griff's M-Comm on a nearby rock, smashed. He would examine that later, he had to tend to Griff at the moment. Despite his better judgment, he carefully rolled Griff onto his back and wrapped his sweater around him. "Come on kid, hold on, help's on the way." He looked up to see Nate frantically scaling down the canyon wall. "Careful man! We don't need two injuries." Psymon shouted up, his voice echoing through the canyon. Nate fell into the snow and waded through until he reached them.
"Is he okay? What happened? Griff talk to me buddy!"
"He's out man, I don't know what happened. Is the snow patrol on the way?"
"Yeah, they're getting a chopper ready to airlift him out." Nate took Griff from Psymon's arms and looked up the canyon wall with anxiety. Psymon stood and walked to the rock where Griff's M-Comm lay. He squatted over it and noticed boot prints on it.
"Dude, his M-comm was smashed, quite deliberately." Psymon looked over his shoulder at Nate, who stared back. "This wasn't an accident, he was attacked." Nate's eyes boiled with rage.
"Who woulda done this?" Nate snarled, both men looked in the direction of the downward slope, seeing three lines in the snow from snowboards.
"I don't know, but we're going to find out."


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