[Sal the Mudokon]

The colony had heard legends of monsters who were half-slig and half-bat. They were creatures with horrifying red eyes and stones that would explode on impact. Most never took too much interest in the tales until eleven days prior to the great battle.
A six-member squad of slig soldiers from the Aslik's Air Industrial Atmosphere Freshener Company had gotten lost from their unit. They were on a routine inspection for the rare plant known by the Industrialists as the "Laughadill", named so for it's abilities to be manipulated into giving off a yellow pollen capable of rendering mudokon slaves senseless to rescue parties. It had been sighted in along a small creek that eventually led into the valley Skarria. Most were sealthily killed by an opposition that they didn't expect but three were captured. They were easily motivated to speak about what was going to happen. Still, this information, alone, would not give the Skarrian, mountain-dwellers the upper hand they needed against this new enemy.
The cloud of flying sligs continued to soar towards the colony, screaming profanities over the wind. Drok looked in terror as the signature red eyes became visible in the emotionless faces of the enemy.
And then, in the blink of an eye, the war began.
"Brrrann!" shouted Raam, signalling twelve sligs to launch their stones at the airborne enemy. The warriors were highly skilled, but at that distance and judging from the velocity of their advecaries, only two where knocked from their formation. These two soon smashed into other sligs, causing the sky to be filled with three small explosion in the deminishing star.
The natives had taken their first turn, it was now time for the aerial soldiers to retalliate.