Here's chapter one. I'm doing this until can get a feel for how Dragooners (Revised) and Big Cats of Konoha will go. Hope you're not too mad but with Dragooners, the ball is in YOUR court. I need an answer in *look at calender* two to three weeks before I decide if Zabuza dies and what happens to Haku. B.G in the timeline means Before Governments while A.F means After Fondation. Anyways, on with the rails.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Synthetic Speaking/Prothean Language"

Chapter 1: The Face of the enemy

Shanxi, Turian forward base

"So you need us to send more troops down," General Orinia rubs the bridge of her nostril, "what the hell happen down there, did you encounter the enemy already?" Saren twitch as the general glare at him, "No ma'am, the er fauna on the word took out two battalions worth of soldiers." "You mean to tell me, that at least six hundred soldiers are dead...without coming in contact with the enemy. Okay where's the lieutenant commander that landed with you?" Orinia asks almost dreading the answer she was going to get. General Arterius walks forward with his head held high, "Dead ma'a-" "THE FUCK YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD! WHAT, HE GOT CAUGHT WITH HIS PANTS DOWN?!" "...yes ma'am, it turns out he has been sexually assaulting the women under his command," as the comm channel silence, he could help but look at the building around them.

Unable to read the sign, they estimated that the building was a combat school from the various books that were slightly salvageble with pictures of weapons. None of the books seem to show how to care for the weapons, which raised a few eye ridges. The chairs could fight a full size turians, signifying that the race was at least six and a half feet tall and possibly wider. As he look around the near empty room, he hears Corporal Hanna, "S-Sir, I think I found a class log." As the general walks over, he notice her wide eyes, "You found something we can read Corporal?"

"Sir, it seems they at least use a similar numbering system to us," she points at the column of numbers as he walks over to right, "I-I believe this how old these students are." As he, and soon Saren, look over the part of the list she pointed, the two blink in shock, "Corporal if you're right...than twelve year olds are learning how to care for weapons." "That's...another thing sir, this book only covers range weaponry...I haven't seen one for melee weapons." "No offense Corporal, but I doubt they'll be charging us with knifes and clubs," Saren quips before sighing as the corporal flinch before looking down, "hey if we find anymore logs that shows otherwise, that just mean you were right. Don't worry about it." Ignoring the pair talking behind him, Desolas heads over to an open desk that belongs to the possible teacher and opens the log, before his eyes widen, "Oh shi-

On the Illustrious

"...their children learn how to use weapons at how old?" General Orinia throat constricts tightly while the various lieutenants and commanders bicker amoung themselves. Desolas cough nervously as he pulls out a partially brunt book, "From the logs we were able to recover, it's possible for their young to learn how to care for, use and creation of weapons at age seven ma'am." "I thought the language was unreadable." "Yes...however it seems we share a similar enough number system to get a rough estimate on the information," as General Desolas spoke, something pokes at the back of the female general's mind.

'If they're such a warrior race, then why flee when they have the home fill advantage. It doen't makes sense,' she scratch her chin before noticing the helmsman running up to her, "What seems to be-" "MA'AM! UNKNOWN SIGNATURES OF THE STARBOARD BOW!" she felts sorry for knocking the young man down as eight of those small dreadnoughts and six normal size dreadnought enter. Before anyone could say anything, a young female turian jerks back, "M-Ma'am, th-they're hailing us!" "Put it on screen," as soon as she could see the creature, her blood chilled over, "th-there's a second race!" On the screen before her, she locks eyes with them.

The two species seem to be rippling with muscles unintentionally with one being taller than the other. The taller of the two had a nasal horn that look deadly as well as a pair of side horns, although the one on its right side seem to have broken, 'Probably from combat wait I should tell the ground troops about this.' She, if its specie use the things on it chest for nursing like they do, only seem to short fur like structure on their heads and they had teeth that shows a plant-like diet. Meanwhile the shorter had two horns station above its ears. This one seems male and have a dense coat of dark brown fur over its whole body with a few strands twisted together.

The tall female snorts before snarling out at the general "Blahn jrer bir pt dyggrt vibdwnec." As eveyone on the ship look at each other, a young commander drawls out, "Can you speak savages?" Before the gray hide creature could slam her hand on the button to attack, the furred one caught her attention by clearing his voice and speaking calmly, "I'm sorry sir, but we can't understand you." Seeing that she didn't understand, he seem to switch to another unknown language and receive a shrug.

Shanxi, Turian Ground Team Pheonix

Saren Arterius led his group of six deeper into the city with a deep rooted discipline. His team, not so much as a female with a raptor assault rifle gaze wide eyed around her, "I've never seen so much nature in one place before." "Sam, are you soldier or a nature advocate," the male with blue markings quips as they past by an alleyway. As Samantha stutters out a 'screw you Vakarian', Saren growls over his shoulder, "Quiet you two or you'll be on kitchen duty from here back to Pavalen." As he walks forward, he bumps into a large mass knocking him down, "What the...woah."

Before him stood a monsterous figure with a red face and three horns, one on its nasal and two on each side of its head. Dressed in some kind of armour, it had a strange looking club in his hands, 'Oh great, a savage with a club...just talk to him easily, Saren. The generals are hoping this can be done easily.' As the hulking form turn towards him, Saren clears his throat as his squad mates place their hands on their weapons, "Um sir?..I'm gonna have to ask you to place the club down." As the giant raise an eyebrow, Saren points at the weapon in its hand and then to the ground. As the creature eyes shine with understanding, it turns to its left and made some kind of roar, "Was that suppose to...oh."

Shanxi, Ungulate Crash Alpha

As soon as James finish his call, Ashley and Kaiden both step out of the building with their Cro'da and Pii'nak respectfully along with three field-breakers, "So..easy way or fun way?" As the small creature sigh, he lash with a blue coated hand. As James chuckles as he realize what his foe was doing, "Hahaha, don't ya know turkey...rhiman are immune to shade manipulation." As he stomps forward, the others raise their weapons at him, "Fun way it is!" As his teammates fire at the group of birds, James Vega grins savagely at the one in front of him and raise his Fistus Extremus.

Shanxi, Turian Ground Team Pheonix

'...I call hax,' Saren's mandibles twitch as his jaw drops as the large creature chuckles at the attempt to lift him, "Guys, you can open fire at anytime!" As they point their rifles at the defenders, the fur covered one with two horns threw up a barrier as the female red face horn one shots from them. Turning towards the male, I snip, "What, you think hitting me with that is gonna do something to me." As if answering my question, eight blades made from plasma hiss into extistance, "...*sigh* brother did say I spoke too much at times."

Shanxi, Turian Ground Team Lead

"What do you mean, the inhabitants are attacking?!" Desolas grumbles out as he hears three different squads tell of them getting push back by horned giants. The female speaking to him has wide panic filled eyes, "They just pop out of nowhere before fighting us, once we're out of an area they stop chasing us...sir some of them are commanding those weird varrens that we seen and sicking them on us." "Hold out for as long as you can and try to push forward, you hear me," seeing her nod, he turns back to the comm device, "Get me in contact with the ships!" "Sir they seem to be stuck in communcation with the enemy fleet!" "What the hell are they doing up there?!"

Illustrious

General Orinia use every ounce of patience as the two horn rubs his nose in exhaustion, "I'm sorry but I don't-" The crew flinch back as the tall female roars at them, they didn't need a translation for that, 'Say that again and we begin firing.' Knowing she has at least bought sometime for the small vessel to get help, she waves for him to start when the female snarks, "Too bad no speaks dead ass language or be done with shit." "Y-You speak Pro-Prothean," a young helmsman stammer out as the crew on both ships seem to sigh in relief. The fur cover one blinks, "Ah, you speak this yes?" seeing the helmsman nod, he smile nervously, "my cohort ask why you distrubed the balance of order on Shanxi?" "You broke the law, no activation of unmarked mass effect relay, ya little savage," the comm went dead as a young lieutenant mumbles before looking over at an embarased General and two furious alien.

"Um sir...your comm link is on," as the comm officer finish speaking, the line between the enemy ship cuts off. Almost in slow motion, more and more ships including three that dwarf the small dreadnoughts, 'Note to self, court martail Lieutenant Vegeta.'

Little Fire Giant

"Fire forward turrets at the cruiser," Jeff snarl as the other ships open fire at the smaller taskforce, "I want to see those over grown pigeons stuffed and tattered!" "Sir, we can't seem to get a lock on the enemy cruiser." As the new Commander look over at the Illustrious, he snorts before grinning, "Helmsman, increase forward shields as well as speed and ready your armour and close quarter weapons...we're going to do like young bulls do and charge head first." As the crew place on their zero helmets and grab their melee weapons, Jeff activates a lockdown code, 'Let's see what these over grown birds got.' Meanwhile, the dreadnought Going Merry Admiral Steven Hackett blinks while watching the cruiser's front shields shows themselves and speed towards an enemy cruiser before chuckling. "Those crazy-"

Illustrious, Turians

"SON OF A BITCH!" General Orinia shriek while feeling the, deceptivily fast, ship crash into their starboard side, "damage report!" "We're dead weight ma'am! Engine are none responsive!" "Fires on floors six through ten!" "Multiple reports of injury and seven death!" A young comm officer's eyes widen in shock and fear, "Enemy soldiers are boarding on!"

Nappa ducks under the swing of the a five bladed plasma club-axe with a smirk, "Vegeta, that was strike one!" "I'm a little busy here Nappa!" the short turian tries to push back the large red face three horned giant when he's lifted and thrown into a wall, "fucker!" As Nappa turn to help Vegeta, he barely dodges out of the way of a yellow skin one as it charge at him, "Olay!" The pair flinch as their foe skewers the last of their squad mates on its nose horn, "Sp-Spirits...Damnit...N-Nappa..." As the dead foe was lower to the ground, the others turns towards the pair as Nappa and Vegeta came to an agreement, "...we surrender."

Illustrious, Ungulates

As Jeff split a turian from groin to scalp with his calibar uni, he snorts as he hip checks another into the swing of his battle partner, "You good to go? Do you need a quick rest?" "Ya kidding me Joker, we're so close to their dorms I can smell their fear," as the Red-Face boast, a shot entered into his eye, "SHIT FACE!" The turians who watch the shot take place froze as the injuried rhiman roar loudly before dropping his weapon and charging on hands and feet, with a field-breaker diving out the way with a squeak, "Rampage!" "Look out," as allies and foes dived out the way, the enraged rhiman slam through the door and inadvertly crushing two helmsmen to death. As the general of the ship try to dive out the way, her leg is pierced by a side horn.

Jeff growls as the rhiman toss the injuried turian around with her blue blood flying on the wall, "Grab her when I tell you to!"

Illustrious, Turians

As General Orinia dig her talon into the thick hide of her foe, she shrieks like a great bird of prey as her leg snaps loudly, 'I can't die here, no, I refuse to!' As she's thrown into a wall, she draws her Raikou with trembling hands, "I-I ain't dying here!" Before he could charge, a second louder roar drew their attention as a large brown fured rhiman stomps loudly. The wild soldier snorts before answering back and scraping his side horn against the ground, "What the-" "Ma'am," turning to see a pair of medics waving her over, she edge over resignly, "the battles lost, we've lost too many troops on the ships and we won't be able to send the ground force reinforcements." Before she could scold the medics, the two rhimen roar a last time before charging at each other, 'Spirits provide us.'

The red face and the furred males collide with a loud smack of bone, fat and muscle, with horns locking. As the two push, the rogue male twist his head trying to unbalance his commanding officer only to receive a swift punch to the chest. The, now revealed, taller rhiman rise on his back legs as his shorter opponent rain solid blows after blows before breaking the lock and punching the red face in the jaw. Shaking his head, the red head shoulder charge him causing the two to separate with both swinging their head. The pair collide twice more earning scratches and bloody gouges before the brown furred one twist his head sharply, a sharp snap follow by a pain filled bellow signifying the red face's right most horn breaking off.

As the red face brought his head down and backs down, the brown furred one roar loudly with the others circling around the turians shouting. "You in charge of ship?" as the brown furred one turn towards her, Orinia swallows deeply before nodding, "I am Commander Jeffery Moreau of the Ungulate Union cruiser Little Fire Giant. Please lay down your arms and surrender."

Shanxi, Turian Ground Forces

"Shoot them!" "We've been here for days, why are they just now showing up," Desolas fires repeatedly at an armoured uxitaur as Saren stab the throat of a red face rhiman. As it drowns to death, another group of five natives rush forward with horns pointed forward, making the brothers curse, "Spirits damnit! Where are they coming from?!" As they head for cover, the crack of an equalizer sniper rifle echo before an uxitaur collaspe dead and crash into the side of another, "Good shooting Vakarian, keep up the pressure!" Desolas and Saren shot anti armour rounds at the last three soldiers that were standing while the last pants harshly under her partner's cooling corpse.

"I've heard you understand Prothean," Desolas stares down at the trapped uxitaur while her eyes narrow, "you're going to tell us everything you know." As four other soldiers chained the uxitaur before dragging her away, Saren walks over with a frown, "Bad news, the space battle is almost lost and the ships not destroyed may retreat for reinforcements." "That being said," Vakarian walks over with splashes of red blood on his armour, "it appears that the ground forces aren't going to call for reinforcements or supplies." At the Arterius brothers' raise eyebrow, Vakarian shrugs his shoulder, "The doctrines that we do have translated states "Unless the enemy intruders receive any chance to have reinforcements, all Ungulates are to fight with everything the invading city has to offer." so there is a plus side." "So we're only fighting a single city worth instead of their full might," Saren glares at a corpse of an old forest-tender with disgust, "great, they don't consider us a threat."

While Saren grumbles insulted, Desolas turns towards the uxitaur with a raised eyeridge, "Is that it, you don't think we can take your entire race fighting us at once?" "No, not insult honorable soldiers," as the three turians blink at her slightly butcher Prothean, she snorts, "when attacked in void, all ungulates are one crash. On world, each crash seperate of each." As Saren and Vakarian look over each other, Desolas turns towards a field medic that ran close to him, "Make sure she's treated, I'll be asking more questions later." "You're alpha of this crash hmm," a tenative nod answer her question before she blinks slowly, "the gods not show outcome, will wait...paitently." As the uxitaur is led to a make shift cell, Saren looks over at the general, "What in the name of the spirits did she even said?"

"That each city has their chain of command," Vakarian rumbles out while check his sniper rifle, "one that doesn't care about their neighbors." "We'll use said division against them but for now, we'll treat our wounded before getting more answers."

Shanxi, Ungulate Base Vengence

"I want the squads ready to push those metal plated pigeons back, what the state of the other cities," Jane calmly says over the hustle and bustle of her command station, all the while looking over a map over Shanxi. If she was honest with herself, her city needed this to get them truly woken up. She remembers when she and her mate John were younger, John at 90 while she was a young 44, as they met on the colony ship that house the required 750 of each species of Ungulates due on world. Remembering as the slightly older bull walked up to her with a pleasant greeting before she cross punched him. As he reeled back, she walked off believing that he was like most other sword-horns, narcissistic asshole who look down at the other members.

Flashback*

Jane Monroe of Venus smirk as she finishes the last of the audits her boss, Mayor Jonas, had thrown at her. As she contemplate the idea of challenging his rule of leadership, she feels the familiar wrath that felled down on her as she remember how the fat field-breaker all but dumped all his work on her. As he threw more and more problems her way, trying to cause her to break under the pressure. When the thugs he hired, although nothing could be traced back to the steer, to beat her into submission, he decided to go back to burying under work again. However, she remembers the events clearly and vividly.

As she taps on her desk, she hears the soft chime of someone entering, "I'm dreadfully sorry sir but the mayor has just left." "That's alright, I'm here to speak to someone else," looking up, she locks eyes with the sword-horn from two months ago in military dress uniform. Before she can say anything to the young-ish bull, he grins at her, "You see, I just walking in the area and I had this hankering for some liner." Jane raise a delicate eyebrow in brief amusement, "Liner you say...I don't believe I've heard the term before." "It's the small meal that preceeds diner but takes place after lunch," the gray skin bull smile rougishly at her, the two bars on each shoulder glistening brightly on the dark blue coat, "it's a very important meal."

"Oh dear, I wish I could help ya sug," Jane fakes a country girl accent getting an amuse snicker from the bull, "but I don see wha I coul do fo you." Before he could answer, an obese field-breaker with beady eyes and a double chin stomps in, "Monroe, I don't pay you to spread your legs to complete strangers!" "And who do you think you are?" the taller and much younger bull glares at the mayor who blinks his beady eyes before snorting loudly, trying to be intimidating. "I'm Mayor Nepolan Jonas, the one that can legally kick out of here you waste of space! Who the fuck are you?!" The younger bull steps up to him, causing the aged mayor to subconsciously steps back with wide eyes, "I'm Select Major John Shepard, you know, the guy the Primes put here to make sure you do your fucking job."

As the fat yellow skin rhiman stutters, the young bull shakes his head in disappointment, "However, after some recent digging, my supervisors believe that you're not showing proof of your ability to lead by example." "Thus should any bull or cow decide to challenge you for leadership, they may demand so as long as they let me or anyone under my command know two days in advance," as soon as he had finish speaking, Jane was already rising. As soon as the bull turn towards her, she threw a right hook, that made him stumble, "I challenge you to an unarmed combat in two days, in front of the council of mayors." As she walks out after the young, soon to be, major, she smile with a few more teeth than usual, "So about that liner."

Flashback*

Jane smirk as she remembers the short yet intense fight she had against the old bull. It was, surprisingly, tougher than she originally thought it would be. Under all the fat and dimb-wittedness, he was a good enough fighter. Still, she killed him easily enough before the deities before proving herself a successful politican. Under her, the city has grown strong enough to absorb several smaller city-states into the fold with ease while keeping the major cities away during their worse times.

As her smile grows, the pair of field-breakers felt chills down their spines. While only in their late fifties, their parents had shown them how terrifying their mayor was at a mere fourty four years though they smile soon afterwards. It shows that she was a perfect Ungulate's politican, able to begin a war at the drop of a hat and have the weaker cities and city-states fear her as though she was a deity herself. As the command center filled with more Ungulates, none heard the door opening and closing without a soul walking in. Although, a few people blinked feeling as though something strange was going on.

Citadel, Council Chambers

Councilor Tevos taps a finger on the arm of her chair paitently, as she and the salarian councilor Remirn Urix waited for Councilor Pucus Candiion to stop twitching, "So when where you going to inform us about this new...group that your people are at war with?" "If you're worried about them, don't be," the turian male with white markings saw the salarian councilor shake his head in amusement at something on his omni-tool, "the Turian Hierarchy will ensure their full submission." The two are cut of as Councilor Urix starts laughing, "Doubtful, Turians failed against the space forces." "Currently, Ungulate Union of other planets are watching the battle on Shanxi as...entertainment," not noticing the disturbed faces of the turian and asari councilor, "on the plus side, they're not angry at you for the attack." At the questioning look of Councilor Tevos and the disbelieving one on Councilor Candiion, Urix shrugs before showing them his omni-tool, "From these reports, they seem to have been getting ready to fight amongst themselves so they're apparently thankful for the distraction."

"Lovely," as the turian councilor frowns, the other two begin thinking of ways to contact the ungulates.

This is the end of chapter one. Hope you enjoyed and the second chapter will be done soon.