| The two dragons, in human form, walk into the clearing and stare down
at the vixen….who's grinning a sly foxy smile fit to bust her face.
"I'm moderately impressed," Malachi says, with a quirked eyebrow. She turns to Fred to see what he'll say about the job the fox did, but finds instead her mate looking down at a female form. The dragons do not fear the downed Golem, for it has been neutralized, but…… "A FEMALE Golem?" Fred asks nobody in particular. "There were no Golems like that back on the Island….and….the uniforms not the same!" What is more worrisome and makes Malachi do a double take is the way the blue gem that houses the isn't giving off the steady glow that would indicate a static state…..no activity within. The gem is twinkling and flashing like a regular little wonder….indicating…… "Merciful Jesus!" whispers the dragoness in distress, feeling sick to her stomach. Malachi makes a snap decision, for this situation has gone horribly wrong…..and with the way things have been going….one will get you ten that something ELSE will come along….and object to the horrible thing that has occurred. "Okay!" the dragoness shouts, getting her companions to scramble to their assigned posts as planned. "Let's first get this metal thing back to the Lair….." The dragoness shakes her head before continuing "And then let's try to make amends for what we've done to this…..strange person!" she finishes. The group vanishes, along with the Alliance ship, back to the spell cloaked and shielded Lair (Runes and sigils so thick that it took days just to finish up making the Lair "secure.") They vanish before they can ask what Malachi is speaking about.
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