RHJunior wrote: Men with machine guns vs. quarter-ton spear-wielding reptiloids who swim at lightning spead under the swampwaters and have the strength of a dozen men. Feel free to replay your favorite "Space Marines vs. the Aliens" battle at this point.
"WAAAAAGH! DA ORKS!"
*Sounds of Bolter fire*
"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
Heh, seriously, though, that's a very logical and well-thought out progression there. I expect nothing less from the guy who made the whole comic world.
Still, I think the Gragum would have a bit of trouble with some of the weapons the Marines have... And they WOULD send the Marines in, bet you bottom dollar. If only after the discovery of the swampland, 'cuz the AAAV and old AAV-7Ps not only got the mobility, but also lots are fitted with the <a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/ground/mk19.htm">Mk-19</a>, which I'd think would be a bit more threatening than your average minigun. That kind of firepower would definitely scare the jeebies outta the 'gator boyz AND make some noise that the Rac Cona would get nervisified over. (Yes, I can make up words too ;p )
Then, you gotta remember, there's such thing as choppers. Following along that storyline, RH, if'n ya don't mind, I'd think that after the Hurricane--hunter makes it out and the trouble on the ground, the Corps would try an airborne insertion, with some Super Stallions and Cobra Gunships in escort. They'd fly over some local villages then and, well... I'm sure that it wouldn't be pretty, if some Rac Cona lost their heads and decided to open fire. You'd have magical whatnots and whatever powder-fired artillery (I assume the Boomslangs use black powder) the raccoons got shootin' up at the helos, and then you got Hellfire misiles and hydra rocket pods combined with twenty mike-mike rainin' back down. REEEALLY nasty.
'Course, if I was actually writin' the story, I'd have the Corps guys land a bit inside the wall, and then maybe use some microwave transmitters to break a message through to HQ about what they're seeing. I dunno what physics ya got goin' on in the mistwall, but unless it's enough to fry a plane's electronics fully, I think microwaves might make it out. ('Course, it's your world, your rules; I'm just going on assumption here.)
Anyway, after landing and settin' up a temporary forward OP, the Recon boys start splittin' up into squads and go humping about, dressed in ghillie suits, lookin' for what's goin' on. Couple with sniper rifles get a good bead on a local village - say Freeman Downs, to make it interestin' - and they start observin.' Before long, they're goin' "WTH" 'cuz they see little raccoons walkin' around a town that looks like a cross 'tween a medieval village and munchkin county.
And, well, you got your choice there. Flame and death, or contact, hope and struggle.
Hmm, Ghillie suits... Rac Cona can only "ken" things from a short distance (save little Nessie), so the Jarheads would be rather scary as fark to the little guys if they stood up suddenly. "Ah! Bog monster!" Sorta thing... Then more magic/lux and we're back to blood and fire again, 'less you got some cool heads involved.
Or, instead of Marines, Navy SEALS... Snarky guys go in, sneak about, do the ghost thing, and then you got Rac Cona who see humans move like wraiths through the night... Scary stuff for the little guys, which leads to magic use and general unpleasantness, but mebbie if ya got one 'o the little guys alone, the SEALs would grab 'em, take 'em along for a ride...
Here's a question, RH, if'n ya don't mind my asking: Would the local Rac Cona tongue be like English? Or would the "common language" (or whatever language would be the lingua franca of their world) be similar? Or is/are either/both too dang different?
I really don't care anymore.
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