Plane crash demihuman army

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[Scene: A misty forest battlefield. The twisted wreckage of a passenger plane lies broken among the trees. Smoke still lingers in the cold air. Commander Adam and two soldiers approach the scene with solemn silence, their boots crunching softly over debris.]

Commander Adam (quietly, into his comms): "This is Alpha One... we've reached the crash site. It's bad. Real bad."

They move cautiously through the wreck, eyes scanning the twisted metal and lifeless forms. The silence is heavy—until one soldier calls out.

Soldier: "Sir... someone’s breathing."

Adam rushes over. Beneath a half-collapsed seat row lies a girl—no older than sixteen, bruised and trembling. Her ears are slightly pointed, fur-covered. Her tail shifts weakly behind her.

Commander Adam (kneeling down): "Hey... hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now."

He gently sets down his rifle, removing his gloves and offering her a warm blanket from his pack.

Commander Adam (softly): "You’ve been through hell, haven’t you? I’m so sorry... You shouldn’t have been caught in this."

The girl stares at him, wide-eyed, caught between fear and exhaustion.

Commander Adam: "What’s your name?"

She doesn’t answer—just shivers, clutching the blanket. Adam lowers his voice further, his tone filled with empathy.

Commander Adam: "You're not alone anymore. I'm Commander Adam. And I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you."

He looks back at his men and gives a firm nod.

Commander Adam (to her): "There’s a place for people like you—strong, different... special. We have others like you. Demihumans. Not soldiers. Family. If you let me, I’ll take you there."

He gently offers his hand.

Commander Adam: "Come with me. Let’s get you out of here."