"Sounds good Dragana, but keep the Colossus and the Juggernauts underwater. I don't want the enemy to know we have the Colossus, and the Juggernauts stay out of harms way down there while they regenerate."

Amy nods, a glance over her shoulder causing a shiver to run down her back.  Even so she begins to slip out of the armor, and as she does it becomes clear that they have caught two midgets not one.  The false height granted by her armor slipping away as she steps from it barely topping four and a half feet, her tail unfurling and along with her fur her attitude towards her fate at coalition hands grows a bit more obvious as does her wariness toward the demons.  Her fur is a bit matted by the armor and though its clear she probably would like to stretch tall instead she falls back in to herself instead, hands ruffling her fur a bit and ears swiveling to catch the least motion on the part of the demons about them.  Moving closer to Warrick and Hopper she seems to try and vanish into their presence.

Still in an aggressive stance Na-Wa looks to the others to see if it ok to give up his weapons.

Warrick gave Amy a long stare when she srhunk down to his height. He eventually pulled his gaze away and back to Theodore "I suppose we don't have much choice."

The Advisor begins removing his armour, and weapons.

Hopper removes his as well, and brings Amy in front of him to keep her safe from the snarling Brodkil. The large grasshopper-man is trembling slightly...

Na-Wa give up his weapons just like every one else.

"What will happen to us now?" Amy asks, sticking close to hopper fingers smoothing her ruffled fur, and checking once to make sure the frog in a pocket with her is alright.

He nods to the agitated psi-stalker. "Thanks for co-operating. Trake stay with them, Renszath take the brodkil out to the defense line. I am going to prepare for the Captain's arrival."

He stops himself as something catches his eye when Warrick disarms. Theodore bends down to rummage through his equipment gathering various scrolls and talismans, along with a magic dagger.

"You are no civilian Mr. Warrick. Come with me."

Kitt is legitimately thankful for the co-operation, and walks away with Warrick. They both walk down into the hole created moments ago in the ground. (stairs were created as well).
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Renszath and the Brodkil become invisible and job off away from the lake. They disappear from site, leaving Trake, the mind melter alone with the three remaining unarmed prisoners.

All stripped weapons and armour is still lying on the ground in front of everyone. Minus what Theodore stole from Warrick's equipment.
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Amy shifts from foot to foot, nervously finally giving in to the urge to stretch, back arching as she seems to almost gain two feet of height in the manor of cats as she loosens her spine from the hours of flying and cramped conditions of the armor.  settling back down she pulls a comb from a pocket and begins to slowly tease out any spots where her fur has become matted over the past few days of operations trying to hold her silence.

"So... now we just sit and wait...? What if they don't come for us..." Hopper sits on the ground, and pulls out a couple dandelions to snack on while waiting for... whatever they were waiting for...

"I don't know, I suppose we just have to hope and pray that if that happens he will let us go once it is clear we can be of no further use to him.  Otherwise I don't know what else we can do."  She answers him watching with a kind of horrified fascination as he eats the dandelions, I mean, sure she's had a bite of green now and then but that's a dark secret, to just casually eat them like that before god an anyone still boggled her mind from time to time.

Approximately 50 troops pour out of that hole in the ground and begin setting up defenses. (foxholes, weapon placements etc.)

Theodore is back above ground after just a few minutes.


9 mages (line walkers, Magi, warlocks, necromancer etc)
4 full conversion cyborgs
2 Dragonfly Juggernauts
7 Battle Mages
15 various rifle men
12 gargoyles
2 Mystic Knights
6 Brodkil

"Warrick slipped on some coffee down there... he wasn't as useful as we had hoped. Amy was it? and Mr. Na-Wa please follow me, I still have some more questions for you both. Hopper, you can wait here for the meantime."

He stands with his arm out, motioning for both of you to come with him.

Na-Wa stops counting all those who come out of the hole when he runs out of fingers and toes. When asked to go with the bad guy boss Na-Wa looks over to Amy. She was smarter then him because she flew the flying machine, and  would know if it was ok to go with the bad guy boss.

"Trake I need you down here as well. Find someone else to watch over the grasshopper."

It was dark. And wet. Those things were... Unpleasant. It looked around. Even though the sun didn't make itself known down here, it could still see well. There wasn't much room, either. It's arms ached... It's head ached... Where was it? With a creek of iron, it turned. There was something next to it. Made of blue iron. Not large. And to the other side... Mud. It's joints groan as it falls back.

On the surface, waves rise up, beating with more insistence against the shore.
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The other Juggernaut stands on the bottom of the lake and looks back. it says nothing, just continues to stand without expression, emotion, or any sign of conscious thought.

Amy shivers at that explanation and nods standing up to go with the man, her entire posture submissive.  "Please, don't hurt us, we'll do whatever you say."  Then when she realizes that Na-Wa is now looking to HER for guidance she nods to him to go with the man, unsure if she should stick close to 'their' raving psyco for protection or not.

Kitt and Trake take Amy and Na-Wa down into the hole. There are stairs leading down, far down into a tunnel. The stairs are formed out of dirt and rocks, all of the walls are what appears to be very loose dirt and roots, as clumps fall down from the "ceiling".

It eventually opens into a large gymnasium-sized room with several other narrow tunnels leading off to seperate rooms, like troop quarters and storage rooms. Amy and Na-Wa are brought to seperate empty rooms of dirt, next to each other in one of the corridors. They each alone in their dirt-cells, with poorly crafted wooden doors. They are told to wait and not to leave their cells.

Amy and Na-Wa can still hear each other through the walls, though they do have to speak up.

Amy sighs settling in to groom herself and doesn't try to talk with Na-Wa, wondering how big a mess his 'pet' is making of her home.  She examines the door a moment just out of curiosity, fairly certain its more for show than a real obstacle, still, it serves its purpose of providing a limit on where she is willing to go.

Na-Wa stayed in the place they told him to stay. It was pretty much like the last time was taken captive.

Bored and with no one around to see him, Na-Wa began playing with his pee-pee.

Silence... twenty minutes pass...

It was still dark. And still cold. It shifted its feet, pulling up a heavy layer of muck from the bottom with it. And nothing was happening. Things were dull here. But there was light coming from above. Slowly, it steps forward. Kicking up muck and sucm, darkening the lake. One foot, and then the other. Massive, lumbering steps. Soon, it broke the surface of the water. Almost instantly, it was warmer. And less wet.

A slip as lake bed gives under it's weight. A wave crashes against the shores, certainly alerting others of it's presence. But it doesn't seem to care, slowly pushing out.