After a time Amy grows tired of being anxious and nervous and finds the most comfortable spot to curl up in and doze.  She tries to be careful not let herself fall deeply asleep, instead just catnapping for a time as she waits for news, good or bad.

Hopper looks over his shoulder and watches the juggernaut poke its' head out from the lake.

Amy wonders quietly when something will happen and gets up and wanders over to the door and calls out.  "Hi, anybody out there to talk to?"

Hearing Amy, Na-Wa yells from his cell. "Yes Na-Wa is here!"

She rolls her eyes at that response.  "I meant to hold a conversation with, but thank you Na - Wa."

Trake returns after another five minutes and enters Amy's room. "I leave you pukes alone for half-an-hour and all you do is sleep and masterbate?!? You must be the most useless prisoners ever captured."

"So if I can't overhear any information... I guess I am going to have to cut it out of you..."

Trake approaches Amy with an active vibro knife, and Advisor Warrick's severed head. "How many are in your unit? Have you been ordered to take us out? What are the true names of your officers? What sort of firepower do you have?"
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Amy lets out a scream and backpedals from the imposing man with a knife and head.  "Y-you didn't ask any questions! I was being good! Please don't hurt me I'll tell you anything you want to know!  T-there were a bunch of us, like five or so glitterboys, some kind of squad of them... and a big cyborg I mean big, and na-wa has this anoying lizard its probably making a mess in my dropship, and Portia, she's in charge, mostly and she's kind of psychotic, I don't like working for her, she's crazy.  Please, don't hurt me!" Falling back until she reaches the wall, eyes darting about for an escape hoping to stay out of reach, or that he'll be happy with her rather easily loosened lips.  "W-we don't have any orders about you at all, I thought you were with the Deadboys at the farm!  Wait, there was something about some kind of deserters..." her eyes go wide as she clearly hasn't been thinking that they might actually have found their long forgotten original objective before now.
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A groan of iron bending and twisting, and the warmachine steps out onto dry land. There was something little nearby. But the little thing was warm, and was moving. The sun was warm out here, as well. That made it happy. Slowly, with creaking, groaning steps it moves forward. Reaching it with one long, azure blade. It gives the grasshopper a poke.

"Glitter Boys? good, good... keep going. What about air power? Long range missiles or other weapons? What class of mages are with you?"

Trake moves closer, no more than a couple feet from Amy, he is smiling and enjoying the fear he is causing. He brings the knife up next to his eye and gives Amy a sadistic glare, hoping to loosen her lips even more.

"um, there was another transport, and I think that Silvermasque has some kind of missiles, but I don't know anything about mages or magic, I've seen it used to make portals and tunnel, but I know that they can do things like magic clouds and golems and things.  But I really don't know what the ones with us can do, I'm juts a driver, I don't fight or get close, please that's all."  crouching down watching him warily, her tail fluffed and slightly side on to him, her teeth subconsciously barred as she's finally backed to a corner a slight hiss coming from her lips as she trembles caught as she can no longer flee.

Na-Wa listens to Amy tell the bad man things about their friends.

Hopper looks up at the juggernaut, not quite sure what to do...

Trake grabs amy by the arm and pulls her to Na-Wa's room, then shoves her to the ground. . He marches up to Na-Wa to kick him in the gut with full strength.

Na-Wa tries to avoid getting kicked, but takes the full force of it in his stomach. The dimwitted psi-stalker curls up into a balls and just lies there on the ground of his cell gasping for breath.

19:34, Today: Na - Wa rolled 1 using 1d20. dodge +7.
EPIC FAIL

Amy lays there but looks around for anything, a weapon, a hole in Trake's armor, an ill guarded handgun or something else, perhaps something so simple as a chance to run.

There is indeed a handgun on his waist, and the door is wide open.

Trake steps on Na-Wa's right hand, and puts all of his weight down, hoping to break Na-Wa's hand or fingers. "What is the name of your commander? I want her true name!"
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Not wanting his hand to get stepped on Na-Wa moved his hand out of the way before the mean bald psionic man could step on it.

17:52, Today: Na - Wa rolled 12 using 1d20. move handy so it don't get stepped on +4.
Unat 16 PASS?

17:56, Today: Na - Wa rolled 4 using 1d20. init +2.
Unat 4 (in case the mind Melter decides to try again)

Amy continues to stay behind the mind melter and quiet, watching him nervously, ready to spring should he move, though towards or away seems undecided as yet.

Trake didn't appreciate Na-Wa resisting, and still not talking. The mean bald psionic man steps on Na-Wa's right shoulder this time, even cheating and using telekinesis to ensure Na-Wa doesn't try to roll away. He bends over and grabs Na-Wa's wrist, then stands and pulls up on his arm as hard as he can breaking and dislocating the shoulder.

He then uses the same powers to whisk his vibro knife across the room into Amy's foot - which pierces right through into the dirt.

He then focuses on Na-Wa again and leans in close to hear Na-Wa's pain. "I asked you some questions you friggin' retarded piece of shit. Who is your officer? a Captain... what is her true name?!?"

>FUCK YOU< was Na-Wa telepathic response to the mean bald psionic man. He then went on the offensive. >FUCK YOU< Simultaneously Na-Wa both grabs the leg pushing down on his shoulder while pulling the mean bald psionic man down towards him with the arm he has a hold of. >FUCK YOU< He then thrust his legs upward and wraps them around the head of the mean bald psionic man. >FUCK YOU< With his legs wrapped around the mean bald psionic man’s head Na-Wa tries to pull him to the ground, or break his neck. The entire time Na-Wa is telepathically screaming at the mean bald psionic man. >FUCK YOU DIE!<

07:28, Today: Na - Wa rolled 18 using 1d20. grab leg +5.
Unat 23 (crit hit if considered a ‘pin’)

07:28, Today: Na - Wa rolled 13 using 1d20. Pull hand back down +5.
Unat 18

07:29, Today: Na - Wa rolled 17 using 1d20. entangle with legs +5.
unat 22

07:30, Today: Na - Wa rolled 4 using 1d20. Pull down to ground with legs +5.
FAIL

07:30, Today: Na - Wa rolled 2 using 1d20. Pull down to ground with legs +5.
FAIL

07:30, Today: Na - Wa rolled 20 using 1d20. Pull down to ground with legs +5.
NAT 20 and a ‘pin’ (I’d really like to break this fucker’s neck)
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Amy cries out in pain, "Her name's Portia!" Amy calls out after the bad man continues to torture Na-Wa reaching down to pull the vibroblade from her foot, tugging at it carefully.  anger in her eyes.

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