Location: Crystal Peak
Quila and her bugs of the 4th City of Tears Brigade were making their way up the mining operations that lead to Hallownest's Crown, at the very top of Crystal Peak, though the heathen moths refuse to call it that, just referring to it as an extension of Crystal Peak. Speaking of moths, she was on her way to clear out the remnants of the Moth Tribe, a few have tried before, though they were always few in number and irregular.
She was moving in with a fairly sizable force of about 2 great sentries, 4 heavy sentries, 10 light sentries, and 10 lancers, truly overkill for dealing with a few heathen dregs. It would be simple, go in, slaughter them all, and leave. The young would need to be disposed of as well, after all, they would just grow up to be another heathen, as was natural for their species.
They were approaching the hole that would lead to Hallownest's Crown, the Moth Tribe had put a hatch on it, they would need to break through. They began hammering, and eventually, the hatch burst open. They rushed topside nails drawn, Quila, as leader of the brigade, was first to go up.
"Moth Heathens" Quila yelled "You have besmirched the Crown of Hallownest for too long, today we remove you fro-" Quila froze.
What was before them were not moths, there were three of them, they were tall, wearing white uniforms, their faces concealed by black glass. In their hands were some weird objects with a tube jutting out of it, the creatures pointed the tubes of their objects at them. In an unnatural voice, the being spoke to her.
"This area is under our protection, hostile action against any member of the Moth Tribe will result in immediate termination of the offender. You are ordered to retreat, failure to comply will also result in termination. Do I make myself clear?" The leading tall being said in an uncompromising tone.
Quilla laughed, how could three heathens, no matter how tall, hope to stop an entire brigade of trained and loyal soldiers of Hallownest. They were clearly trying to use their size in an attempt to make themselves look more dangerous than they actually were, they didn't even have nails for Wyrm's take.
"Attention heathens, we have been tasked by the Pale King himself to purify Hallownest's Crown of the filth that is the Moth Tribe, you and your compatriots will be slain like the filth you are"
PoV: Humans
With the declaration of the apparent leader of the invaders made clear, Dave gave no hesitation in giving the order to terminate the offenders. The warnings have been given and ignored, and now the consequences must follow.
"Open fire!" David yelled, and with that, the light of muzzle flash lit up the darkness.
PoV: Quila
Everything was going terribly, so, apparently, those tubes actually did something, whatever was in front of them when they flashed got chunks taken out of them. Not even the heavy armor of the great sentries were able to save them. The foot soldiers tried to charge but were quickly slaughtered. The lancers lasted longest, but even then, it wasn't long before they were dropping dead on the ground.
The three tall beings appeared to be intentionally not hitting her, probably to take her prisoner, no, no she refused that dishonor. She lifted her nail above her head, and tried to stab it into her abdomen, but one of the tall was shot at it, causing her hands to be blown off. Her agonized screams could be heard all the way down to Dirtmouth, where the residence of the small surface town looked up, wondering what was happening up there.
PoV: Humans
"Matthew get the med kit" Yelled David, an officer to interrogate would be a major boon in getting information about the bug civilizations, He wasn't going to pass it up.
Matthew ran over to the wounded bug officer, who was curled up in a ball on the ground, and began treating them with disinfectants, gauze, and bandages. Dave looked back to where the Moths were hiding, and found Markoff and Thistlewind not too far behind him, just staring. Their swords were drawn, it seemed that they were about to enter the fight before Scout Team Beta started shooting.
They stayed like that, staring awkwardly at each other, before Markoff finally spoke.
"What… was that" Markoff asked, looking somewhat afraid, if these newcomers were to ever turn belligerent, there would be little the Moth Tribe could do to stop them, their god was dead, and no one in the tribe had the power to go up against… that.
Thistlewind just continued staring, unsure of what to say, a look of fear on his face.
"That.. that was a massacre" David said, it wasn't really in question who would win that, it was bugs with thin steel armor, versus three people with magnetic assault rifles.
"Sir!" Chris yelled "There is one unaccounted for, I saw ten of those light foot infantry come up, but I can only find 9 bodies of them"
There was a survivor, "well crap" David thought, there was a witness who got away in the chaos, now the hostile bug civilization knows something is up they had to inform the Bunker.
PoV: Seer
Seer, unlike Markoff and Thistlewind, was a bit ecstatic to see the performance of the newcomers, as it matches what she saw in her visions. With the proper.. Oration, she could possibly convince them to help in the collecting of Radiance's shards, and helping to restore her to her former glory. Seer felt the greatest hope she has had in awhile, that maybe perhaps, the Tribe soon won't have to worry about waking up to its own destruction.
Though, the Seer did wonder how something so soft and warm, could be so destructive and callous, as they didn't even appear to flinch at the slaughter they have caused, but that wasn't something she could afford to worry about now. She would need to make the most of the situation fate has presented her with.