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((Is that better?))

((It's kind of comlicated, but let's just say it involves the trip I previously took here and what I happened after it. It also involves psychic power of some sort. A reptilian another reptilian species will probably has a closer language to the draconians due to their anatomy. Most of the man's species are scholars of some sort so the academic standard is higher then the norm. Even the few soldiers are not brainless brutes heck the man despite not being a soldier was raised by a single soldier dad. Who put him under amazingly brutal conditions of training. He learned to think quick for a soldier, but rebelled before he learned much about combat and became a Doctor after years of proper training.
How can I survive then? I want to avoid the whole my allies just happened to be swimming/flying/etc...by to rescue him.))

((Can't they tell the difference between the two species of reptilian humanoids?
All the zombies are clearly Draconian in orgin and my character isn't draconian. The no wings might give it away. The exotic scale coloring. There is probably more. I wanted to hurry this thing up for my character the zombies are far more dangerous the living Draconians because at least he can reason with a draconian at all. I always have an Ace up my sleeve. If I add the following might it work?))
His health was low and the built in sensors suit detected this and thus another device connected to the sensors sent out a signal on a special frequency. It was also magically enchanted so you had to have some special magical equipment to even recieve the signal, so his allies should be the only ones to pick it up.

[*Sigh* They don't know what to expect. They're surrounded by monsters on all sides, and if some unknown being crashes into the middle of their village from the sky, neither human nor Draconian, they are not going to stop and say, "Hey, are you friendly?" And who's to say they'd believe you anyway?They're the military. Their reaction in a situation like this is stab first, ask questions later. But, if you don't want to consider the alternatives . . . well, don't say I didn't warn you . . .]

As this creature crashed into the center of the village, a cry of fear and dismay went up from the nearby civilians. "Now the monsters are dropping from the sky!" one of them cried.

The response was immediate, and there were heavy clanking sounds as over a dozen heavily armored Draconians appeared all around him. Shields held in front of them, and swords raised behind them, they started advancing toward him in a tightening circle.

They paused when he cried out in perfect Draconian . . . and one of them, his armor sporting more decorations then the rest, responded with a snarl. "You fall from the sky, and still live. Your arm is gone, and yet you still breath. You are not Draconian. You are not human. You look like a demon. Give me one reason why we should not strike you down now."

[Unless your character's species is related at all to Dragons or humans, I doubt that his DNA is anything like theirs. Similar physical appearance does not mean similar genetics. But never mind. Let's keep it moving.]

Though his last sentence made no sense to them (they were familiar with monkeys, but not lemurs, and what did a civilization like this understand of genetics?), they understood the first couple of things he said perfectly well . . . but did that mean they trusted him?

Hell no.

The officer said as much, and ordered a pair of his subordinates to place him in chains. They came forward, one of them sheathing her blade and pulling a set of iron chains and manacles from a pouch at her waist, the other holding his shield and sword at the ready and ordering the "demon" to get on his knees and place his hands behind his back.

There was a moment of shock and surprise as he disappeared right before their eyes, but they quickly got their act together and formed a solid circle of shields and armor, scenting the air to try and deduce his location. But it was too late -- he had already slipped past them, and you can't smell light.

"Magic," the officer snarled as the circle broke apart. He motioned a soldier over, and told them to alert higher command and the Nobles that they had some sort of magic-using creature running loose . . . and to request the assistance of a priest and a Noble if it was found.

After asking around for a while, the team would eventually find an officer. When they asked her for weapons, she seemed to take a moment to think . . . then told them to come with her.

She led them up the hill towards the House of Elders, but instead of taking them in there, she led them into what seemed to be a large structure next to it. This building had several military personnel crowding in and out. It seemed the be the base of the Guardian operations.

The Draconian officer took them upstairs through a sea of soldiers, and into a big conference room of sorts. In the very center, there stood several high-ranking officers looking over a map of the village and the surrounding landscape and apparently making tactical plans. At the very head of the table, there was a Draconian in bright crimson armor that matched the color of his scales. Under one arm, he carried his helmet, and used the other to gesture at the map as he gave orders.

The officer leading the team removed her helmet, made a sound in her throat to draw their attention, and they all paused and looked up.

"Is there something you need, Captain Seline?" he asked her in their native language.

She bowed, and said, "Lord Trakkan, these men are emissaries from Gaia. They claim to have military training, and wish to acquire weapons so that they may assist us in this crisis."

Trakkan looked past her at the team, and evaluated each and every one of them carefully. After some time, he finally said, in fluent Gaian, "Tell me, emissaries . . . why should I simply hand over some of my weapons to you? You say you have training, but that is no indicator of how useful you can make yourselves. For all I know, you would simply get in the way of my soldiers."