The Roleplay of DEATH

"Hm, let's see. Sizable human population, no other species evident, no mutations either..."

It was a sunny day in 21st century London. Shoppers bustled back and forth with bags in the outlet mall, a few noticing the oddly dressed man standing near the escalators with what looked like a tablet of some sort, but most just went about their business like normal. Theta Sigma, meanwhile, was entering information into the tablet he held, information on the planet he was observing. The Timelord had been in this universe for a while now, exploring around the galaxy at different points in time, all the while recording all that he could on the similarities and differences of his home universe. He had a job now, after all; he was a multiverse explorer, and the Timelords were counting on him.

While he had been exploring, he couldn't help but notice the similarities between this universe and the Omegaverse, a universe that he had travelled to when he was just a kid. That universe seemed almost exactly like this one, down to the same historical events and lack of Timelords, but Theta knew the chances of ever running across the same universe twice was close to nothing.

'then again' he thought, catching sight of a very familiar head of vibrant red hair in the crowds 'chance has always been odd with me, hasn't it'

((I'm so sorry it's horrible, I haven't written a roleplay post in so long >.<))

((I haven't RPed in months, dude. You're fine.))

Robin weaved through the crowd, dashing frantically in a direction she still wasn't quite sure of. Sweat beaded on her forehead, sliding down to her nose and dripping off of it. This was bad. This was far beyond bad. As far as she was concerned, there was no worse situation she could be in right now. Bystanders were starting to stare, some even trying to stop her to find out what was going on. She'd be dead if she let them do it. Quite literally. Her eyes were peeled open, and it felt as if she hadn't blinked in ages - perhaps she hadn't - but she couldn't risk missing anything. What if the cornered her? She couldn't let them corner her. All worries of causing a scene had flown out the window when she heard the screaming behind her. They were too close.

A new plan, that's what she needed. Something else. She was stuck in here, now, and hiding wasn't going to work if they could see her. It seemed fighting was the only option. But with what? A yelp caught her off guard, paired with a searing pain in her shoulder. Oh, right. In all the commotion, she had forgotten why she wasn't just flying away from them. If they could manage to break her wing in the time it took for her to get up from a simple trip, who knew what they could do if they caught her? No time. She was completely out of time. Her heart was beating so hard, she swore she could feel it in her fingertips. Plan. She needed a plan.

Shoving her way through a small gaggle of innocent shoppers, Robin thought it best to start actually processing the images she was seeing. Of course, she'd heard of people losing it during a panic, but she never thought it would be this terrible. Before she knew it, she was on her back, crying out as she struggled to get off her injury. What was that, did she fall? Did she hit something? It was at this point, she resigned to trying to deal with this on her own, and called out a desperate plea, as if it would hit the ear drums of someone helpful. 

"Help! For God's sake, help me!"

Theta sprung into action, shoving through the crowds that had gathered around the fallen girl. That voice... there was no doubt about it, this was Robin.

"Out of the way, move it, god damn it move people she's my friend!"

He finally made his way to the front of the crowd, eyes widening at the scene before him. She looked horrible, pale and sweaty with eyes like a wild animal. He moved forward and kneeled by her, minding her obviously broken wing that lay limp by her side.

"Hey, hey Robin, you're okay. It's me, Theta. I'm going to get you some help, okay? You're okay, don't worry..."

As he spoke, he lightly brushed his finger on Robin's hand, wanting to let her know that he was there but not wanting to panic her more by doing anything more than that. At the moment, he wasn't concerned with what had her so panicked, thinking more about getting her calm.

He should have been more concerned.

People were crowding her. They were too close, they were too bloody close. She felt as if she couldn't breathe, anymore. They were coming for her! Everyone needed to move, she needed to get up! Something brushed her hand, and she screamed. Who was that? Who was touching her? She could see, but she couldn't understand. Instinct had kicked in, and that was all she had left. Every movement was done without thinking. It was certainly an out of body experience, if there ever was one. 

Think, she needed to think. She needed to see. "No! They're coming, they're coming! Help! No!" Her limbs scrambled to get her standing, her lungs burning at the rate they were working. Running was the only option. Run. No where to hide. Have to run. Have to fight. How could she, though? These men were huge. She was a toothpick. She didn't stand a chance. "I have to get out of here! Someone get me out of here!" Her voice was filled with desperation, wavering pathetically. 

Her screams weren't the only ones. Poor, innocent people were being hurt. This was all her fault. All hers. She didn't have to come here, she didn't need to run this way. She could have gone somewhere - anywhere - else. But she came here. Sobs tumbled out of her mouth, her body shaking under the pressure. "No!" They couldn't be far now. They were so close already. Why wasn't she running, yet? Why wasn't she moving? Nothing would obey her orders, she had lost all sense of control. 

And it was terrifying.

Theta was experiencing a sort of emotional numbness, the combination of Robin's wailing and the faced paced pounding of his hearts seeming to drown out everything other than shock and the deep rooted sense that he needed to do something, why wasn't this working?

Then the screams started. From outside of the crowd of people, getting closer and closer as whatever or whoever got closer, there was the sound of screams. He unconsciously took a step forward, keeping Robin in the corner of his eye. He was confused and muddled, lost on what had occurred before he had arrived here. Usually he would have noticed a problem as soon as he got in an area with one, but this had been too sudden, and he had been distracted.

Theta really disliked this. Some of his most powerful weapons, knowledge and thinking, were useless here. He would never admit it, but he almost felt scared, being that he was about as helpless as the pudding brains around him.

Oh, and there was still the issue of the freaked out Robin he had to deal with. Joy.

((haha, I'm sorry. I just had to add a reference to Deep Breath))

The thud of boots nearing the crowd had people scrambling to leave. Getting pictures of some winged freak for the internet suddenly didn't seem so important, now, did it? Not now, not when they were so close to being in her position. It seemed so surreal, just a moment ago. Luckily for passers by, these men marched with intent. They had a job to do, and there was no reason to waste time on anyone not directly in their way. In retrospect, if they had looked a little more human, perhaps they wouldn't have been so intimidating. They could always loose the big-booted, goggle-wearing super villain look. But if these three guys had just been your average bounty hunters, they probably wouldn't be getting the job done so well. Who knew appearances mattered that much?

Robin had long since been reduced to pathetic sobs, trembling in terror at the coming of her demise. If she ever had an inkling of these monsters' intent, it was wiped straight from her mind. Fight or flight situations didn't leave much room for thinking. Her limbs felt like cooked noodles, and she collapsed at the first step she attempted to make. 

"Shouldn't have picked the hard way, love," The largest growled, a sort of sinister grin plastered to his perspiring face. Taking swipes at the only man who seemed to want to stay in the line of fire, the rest of the party kept busy in clearing the way for their superior. This girl had a mighty fine price on her head, and they were going to get it. Once she felt a callused hand grip her wrist, all of Robin's sense flew out the window. There was only self preservation, now. Tugging uselessly against her attacker, the redhead screamed her protests to the world.

((I had no idea how to end this post))

Theta ducked as the first man took a swipe at his head. From that point forward, there was no thinking, just dodging around the men and attempting to not get hit. He managed to trip one of them once, but he was immediately shoved roughly in the back as soon as he recovered from doing so. There were too many.

That didn't stop the Timelord. He must have been feeling incredibly brave today; or incredibly stupid; he got up again ready to keep on trying to get to Robin. She was screaming now, but he couldn't see her with all these, these monsters in the way. And when he tried to get closer, he was knocked down again, this time hitting his head quite solidly on the floor. Stars sprung up in front of his eyes.

"Why" he glared up at the group of aliens, finally recognising that this wasn't a fight that he could win. Physically, anyways. "Why, what do you want Robin for? I'm sure whatever she's done can be fixed... you don't have to go hurting her over it. Honestly, you're acting as barbaric as a level 5 species! Why don't we just act the level we are, and talk this over before anyone does something they'll regret?"

Glaug, the brute going after Robin, turned his head and spat at the Time Lord. "Listen here, pipsqueak. Times 're tough. You get money where you can find it. If you've got a problem with that, you can take it up with the bo- AGH!" Glaring down at his hand, the creature found Robin had sunk her teeth into his fingers. Perhaps this was going to be harder than they'd originally let on. The job did seem a bit fishy. But the reward would be worth it. Nothing was going to get in the way of such a prize. Backhanding the child, Glaug quickly snatched her up and flung her over his shoulder, ignoring the cries of pain as he jostled her injury. 

Robin wasn't going down without a fight. Her legs kicked furiously at the man's front, her fingernails clawing into his back. He felt as if he was made of metal. Closing her eyes tightly, the girl thrashed about in his grip, unwilling to lose the battle this easily. "Somebody bloody help me!" Grumbling under his breath, the monster motioned for his gang to ease off that smarty sounding guy. "Come on then, let's get this over with." With Glaug stalking off in the direction of the exit, Robin began to doubt there was a way out of this one.

He scrambled to his feet, stumbling a few steps after the men carrying Robin.

"Wait!"

Theta thought fast, trying to think of something that would allow him to say near Robin, to buy time in order to get her out of the situation. A light bulb lit up in his mind. If he could time things right... this might just work. Didn't stop him from being terrified out of his wits for doing what he was about to do, though.

"I'm a Timelord. Perhaps you've heard of us? Extremely rare species...I might even be the last. Don't you think I'd fetch a pretty big sum with a collector or something?" he grinned, hearts pounding in his chest but forcing himself to continue "Not that I like bragging or anything... but I think I'd be worth quite a lot" he spread his arms wide "You said you needed money. Well there's a walking moneybag standing right in front of you!"

Glaug raised an eyebrow, peering over at one of his "minions", so to speak. With a shared moment of thought, and a mutual shrug, one of the smaller thugs was lifting the Time Lord onto his shoulders, displeased that he, of all people, had to carry the heavier load. Although, by the look of the scrawny fellow, he couldn't be that much more horrible than the redhead.

By this point, Robin was becoming exhausted. There was barely any fight left in her. Sure, a kick or a punch here and there didn't hurt, but it felt like there wasn't a point anymore. A sort of numbness set in, and she stopped moving. Never in a million years did she think something this ridiculous could end her, but look where she was now. Slumped over the shoulder of some ogre, being taken to who knows where, scared beyond belief. If was to get out of here, she needed to think rationally. Continuing like she was wouldn't get her anywhere, perhaps it was time to start perceiving again. Actually focus on the world around her. 

Or she could save what strength she had left, take the next shot available, and hope for the best.

Theta didn't try to struggle or get away, instead using the extra time he'd bought to think over his plan. Sonic screwdriver in pocket? Check. TARDIS still in hiding? Check. Dignity?

...well, 2/3 was better than nothing.

As they walked (or as the gang walked he and Robin were carried; free ride!) Theta spared glances over to where Robin was. There wasn't much he could do to calm her down in this position. He doubted she would even calm down if they weren't being carted off by a gang of bounty hunters, judging by his previous attempts in the mall. That might pose a problem to them escaping, but he could only cross his fingers and hope that she'd be too worn out to fight by the time the gang dumped them in a cell to wait for their buyers to arrive.

...if they dumped them in a cell. He should probably find out about where they were going before they got there.

"So... this isn't going to take too long, is it? Cause I don't do well with long walks. Oh wait..." he grinned inwardly at his own joke "But this planet we're going to, it can't be too far away, right? Would negate the money we'll get you, with the cost of spaceship fuel and all. Unless you have a fuel efficient spaceship...do you have a fuel efficient spaceship? Those are good for the environment, you know"

Slorn glared ahead, trying his best to tune out the words rolling off the Time Lord's tongue. Sure, the price would be nice, but nothing ever goes well when the prisoners start talking. Anyone who watches The Net knows that. A quick glance at his comrade told him he wasn't the only one annoyed, here. Even if this turned out to be nothing more than casual conversation, he wouldn't take well to anyone insulting the ship. A smirk on his lips, the alien took the first chance he got to slam his captive into the wall. None of the others seemed to mind that, so he took that as a cue to simply carry on. 

Glaug let out a small, relieved sigh at the thump sounding next to him. Weren't Time Lords meant to be geniuses? There was so much wrong with his theory, it was laughable. Then again, he did seem to know a bit about ships, and whatnot. Perhaps he could repair that propulsion regulator. Certainly would make transporting things easier, when they didn't have to be strapped down so securely. At this rate, they'd spend more than half their earnings on rope! No possible way the could just ask him, though. He couldn't think he was off the hook. Force him, maybe. But what if he said no? It was too risky to cart him around while they finished this job, it needed to happen now. 

They needed his weak spot. 

Nearing their craft, ever so conveniently parked outside the mall, Glaug, nudged his free-handed partner to go start things up. "Time Lord," he boomed, "What do you know about repairing space crafts?"

((Uh. I literally did not write robin into this reply because she is doing nothing and this seemed more important okay? okay.))

((Okay XD))

Thet's next words died in his throat at the sound of a body hitting a solid object, hard. He tried to calm the panic that rose up inside him and latched around his hearts (how could he have been so stupid, Robin was at risk here if he didn't tread lighter!), but nothing could stop the involuntary wince that came after his friend had been slammed into the wall. Theta licked his lips nervously, thinking carefully on what to say next, something straight to the point that wouldn't give them any reason to harm Robin again.

"I know a lot about repairing space crafts... depends on what needs to be repaired, though"

He should have kept talking, acted like the incident with Robin hadn't affected him, but it was too late. He'd already winced, already quieted down, already given away that he cared about her wellbeing. And if these thugs were smart at all (and from what he'd seen, they were), they would have picked up on that.

Robin was at stake here. This was no longer some regular old adventure, one that Thet knew they could get out of easily. The thugs were smart, Robin was injured, and Theta had just given away his weak spot.

Things were serious, now.

((Wait I thought I slammed you into the wall???? No wait. This works. This is much better. ))

Robin whined quietly, searching desperately for a way to dull the pain in her wing. As if being broken wasn't bad enough - she wouldn't be surprised if the bone was visible, now. Digging her fingers harshly into her kidnapper's shoulder, she remained ignorant of the sharp look she'd earned and focused on the cramping in her hands. At this point, her hope could only extend to wishing they'd get this over with quickly and with mercy. She'd almost forgotten why she couldn't see, before realizing she'd been squeezing her eyes shut for a long time, now.

Glaug reached up for the Time Lord's wrists, grasping them firmly while dropping him to the ground. This was perfect. It couldn't have turned out any better. Now that they knew how to keep him under control, he could be of some actual use. How far would he go? What could they get out of him? The beast would be lying if he wasn't curious to why his employer needed such a small child, but what if this prisoner knew? Best stick with the ship, for now.

"Propulsion regulator. Not sure what's wrong with it. Have you got your own tools?" Hm. Maybe it wouldn't be so great an idea to let him do the fixing. He could still help, though. It was better than if they hadn't tried.

Theta fidgeted mildly, uncomfortable with the tight grip Glaug had around his wrists. He liked having his hands free; it was hard to get out of a situation without your hands free. But no matter how much he would have liked to slip away from the bounty hunter's grip and run as far as his legs could take him, Thet knew he couldn't, not without leaving Robin to fend for herself. And with the state she was in, the chances wouldn't be good for his friend if he decided to do so. So, he'd have to stay and play the gang's game until an opportunity for both him and Robin to escape presented itself.

...you know, sometimes Theta really hated the attachment he held for friends.

"Oh, propulsion regulator? Pfft, those are easy to fix. And does it look like I'm carrying around a toolbox in my pocket?" of course, Theta always had the sonic screwdriver, and that was almost a toolbox in itself. Not that he'd tell them, that, though. The more he knew and they didn't, the better. If he could hide it from them, that is. Theta was rubbish at lying, and the only way he could do it convincingly if he lied indirectly, such as with the sarcasm he'd just used.

Glaug was determined to get something out of this. The money from the girl would be great, but this was a Time Lord. Time Lords didn't exist! Who knew what they might have? What knowledge could he spare, what technology could they swipe? They had the leverage, they just needed to know what they were getting, first. He was going to drag this out as long as possible. "What tools will you be needing?"

Slorn tossed Robin down in the corner of the room, earning a yelp from the young girl. She didn't seem to be in the sort of mindset to be running, but they couldn't leave her alone. Best to keep her in sight and unchained than alone. They still had no idea what they were grabbing her for, or what she might be capable of. That, and Glaug hadn't exactly given the order, yet. Instead, for now, she'd be under close surveillance. This situation didn't seem too promising. 

((uuuUHHHH I'm trying to move this along, I swear. I need to pull some other problem into this or something, get people moving x_x))

Theta shrugged as best he could with Glaug's hold on his wrists, gaining a bit more confidence now that Robin was being more or less ignored, though the uncomfortable knot of apprehension remained, like a constant sense of dread in the distance.

"Oh, you know, basic stuff. Depending on if the casing is welded together or has bolts, I'll need either a blowtorch or a wrench. And how big is this thing? If it's one of those super compact regulators, something for magnifying would be helpful. Oh! And some wire and resistors, too, in case some of the wire in the regulator has frayed or been shorted out; we don't want it to catch fire, after all. Wouldn't be much of a regulator if it did that!"

All of what he'd said had been true, in terms of what he needed to fix a propulsion regulator, down to needing to see what type of regulator it was before working with it. But, of course, he wasn't just going to fix the regulator and leave it be, no, that wouldn't help anything. He was starting to form a plan.. not about straight up sabotage, though; almost all movies proved that straight up sabotage would tip the villans off to what you were doing! He needed to fix the regulator... imperfectly.

He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do to it yet, but there were a lot of options that could get the job done; as long as they wouldn't be able to get to the planet straight away, that would give Theta time to get Robin and him out of there. He could set the regulator to put too much fuel into flying (Therby depleting them of fuel. They would then have to wait for someone to come out and bring them fuel), or not enough (where flight time would be increased). And those weren't the only things he could do, either! It seemed as if a path to escape was presenting itself, glowing lights and triumphant music and all, however you would like to imagine it.

Glaug looked over his shoulder to Threon, and it was clear they shared the same thought. This was going to take too long. A snarl formed on his face as he turned back to the Time Lord. "See, this isn't going to work, I don't think. S'not exactly a vital part of the engine, and we've got a schedule to keep. Why don't you just... sit tight," he sported a venomous grin, and rammed his shoulder into the poor lad's chest, landing the both of them into the wall. This would show him. Don't act like you run the place if you don't know the captain. That was probably an analogy. Somewhere.

In the mean time, Slorn had picked up the hint and slung Robin back over his shoulder, heading towards the stern. At this point in time, they reckoned they didn't even have to lay a finger on her once she was out of the lad's sight. And perhaps it was a better idea to keep her locked up this time. More for the reason of the Time Lord grabbing her, than her actually escaping herself. It seemed his worry would be enough to keep him in line, though. In fact, Glaug felt fairly confident he could skip the pleasantries and get straight to what he wanted to know. The question was, what did he want to know? Well the Time Lord wasn't born on Earth - in no universe would those brats allow such a thing, so he could start with that, he supposed. He pulled a vaguely stick-like weapon from his belt and aimed it at the alien. 

"Where's your ship?"

Theta frowned, glancing between Glaug and Threon, not liking the look they were sharing. He froze like a deer in the headlights as Glaug turned his gaze towards him.

"See, this isn't going to work, I don't think. S'not exactly a vital part of the engine, and we've got a schedule to keep. Why don't you just... sit tight"

Theta opened his mouth, as if to protest (even though he really shouldn't), but before he could get a single 'what?' out, Glaug was ramming him into the wall with his shoulder. Thet let out an involuntary wheeze as the man's heavy weight pressed down hard on his ribs, and even after Glaug had backed up again, a dull ache remained.

There was a movement at the corner of his vision; Theta shot a panicked look over to where Slorn was picking up Robin, concerned about where they were taking her. So much for an escape plan; without her in his line of sight, he had no idea what they'd do to her if he used too much cheek. Not to mention that he would need to find her cell, or wherever she would be, before they could escape.

And to make matters better, as he turned back around to Glaug, Theta found himself at the business end of a stick-like weapon; if the alien moved forward just a little bit, the weapon would probably be touching his nose. He stared at it as if it were a rattlesnake ready to strike, gulping nervously, and answered with the best answer he could think of... but considering he was under the pressure of a weapon in his face and all, it was a rather stupid answer for someone who valued their life.

"I- I don't have a ship"

In all honesty? This stick probably wouldn't do much to the Time Lord. It was supposed to stop hearts or something, but he'd never actually tried it. It was a relic, and had probably exhausted all practical purpose. Even if it did do something, who knew how it'd react to multiple hearts. Either way, it was irrelevant. As long as the kid was under control, so was the alien. Glaug brought the stick to touch the Time Lord's forehead, fairly sure that was proof nothing would happen, but figured it served as much of a purpose as it would if it had. "Cut the crap, Timey. Your kind ain't from Earth. How'd you get there then, eh?" Perhaps he was jumping the gun, and he'd just picked up a ride to the planet. Either way, there were people in connection with Time Lords he didn't know about. Everything seemed to generally be rolling in his way.

Robin (who had better start doing something by now) felt herself shake as she was tied to some unknown apparatus with her hands behind her back. She was on constant alert, and figured that at some point today, she should probably blink. The fear was so overwhelming. It was when she'd nudged her wing against the panel she'd yelped, and decided it was best to lean forward for the time being. Right now seemed to be quite a go-with-the-flow moment, as she'd discovered in her silent time that she might not be in immediate danger, but that Theta certainly was. From her standpoint, it seemed this entire thing was her fault, although why it was, she hadn't a clue. If one thing was clear, it was definitely not the time to start asking questions.

Theta froze for several seconds. No, literally; he completely stopped everything in those seconds; thinking, even breathing. All he could think about was 'oh rassilon please don't let him kill me I should do something I should run wait robin but he's got a WEAPON to my HEAD'. The ... whatever the weapon was wasn't harming him at all, but the feeling of the cold metal against his forehead was enough to send him into a panic. His eyes flicked upwards to Glaug, and it was only by clinging to a passing thought that he was able to make up an excuse without completely blowing the fact that he owned a TARDIS.

"I took a vortex manipulator!" he licked his lips nervously, glancing up at the rod again, and realized (with no little amount of horror) that vortex manipulators hadn't been invented yet; they'd been invented by humans. In the 51st century. Which was a far ways away "they... they're like. Tech that can bring you through time and space. They haven't been invented yet, I don't think"

How stupid did that sound? Sure, he was called a Timelord, but he wasn't sure if this guy even believed in time travel; many species didn't, until they saw it with their own eyes. And to have a device that travels through time and space? Seeing as nothing like that had been invented yet (other than TARDISes, but not that many people knew about those unless they really looked up their Timelord lore), that comment might have just signed his death sentence. Theta looked back up at Glaug, gauging his next reaction, to see if he would need to get out of there NOW, or if he should stick around to have a better chance of saving Robin.

Glaug narrowed his eyes, pressing the point harsher into the lad's forehead. "You know, Timey, I don't take kindly to liars. The truth doesn't mean anything if it hasn't happened yet. Slorn!" He barked, glancing over his shoulder in command. The fellow alien got the gesture, and pressed Robin harshly into the control panel she'd been tied to. Glaug glared menacingly at the smaller alien, leaning in suspiciously close. "I'm fed up with your games, worm. Tell me something I want to know or the kid goes flying out the airlock, savvy?"

Robin gasped harshly, struggling against the hand pressing her shoulder backwards into the metal wall. Her feet kicked restlessly as she screamed, desperate to yank herself out of his grip. Her screams quickly became cries of pain, and her head jerked back along with the feeling. "No!" She clawed at her attacker, which became a fruitless task the second he gripped her wrists together with his free hand. This was not looking good.

(hah this reply is pathetically short but tbh i dont know what other relevant information there is to write)

Theta attempted to see where Robin was without turning his head too much, but all he could manage to see is the wall, not whatever was happening with her and her captor; the cries of pain were enough to know the gist of it, though. Theta whirled his gaze back to Glaug, still frightened, but now also really angry. He clenched his teeth, anger blazing in his eyes. It took all his self control and common sense to not try to slap the weapon away from his face and lunge at the thug right here and now.

"She's injured, let her go! I'll tell you whatever you want, but you have to let. Her. Go. First"

(short works for now, especially since it's a super tense situation *shrugs*)

"Let her go? Hm, Slorn?" Glaug turned back towards his partner, an amused expression on his face. "You hear Timey? He wants us to let her go!" His laugh was bellowing, nearly drowning the screams coming from beyond the curve to the controls. "Listen here, pip squeak. I make the demands around here. You're going to give me something worth while. And THEN, I'll at least let you watch. You're on a thin wire, so don't push your luck." He waved his hand over his shoulder, and Threon strode back to where they were pinning Robin.

Having your captive out of sight had its advantages. One of which was being able to bluff and truly look like you could back it up. There was only so much they could do to the kid before they dropped her off, but Timey didn't know that. Threon grabbed a wrench on his way back and smacked it into the wall next to Robin's head. She shrieked as Slorn threw her to the ground and covered her mouth, keeping one foot resting above her injured wing if she dared to make a sound. 

"Spill, worm."

Theta clenched his hands into fists till they turned white, taking a deep breath and trying to not do anything irrational or stupid in the heat of the moment. Reluctantly, he began to spill, not able to think of any other ways to keep the truth from them... at least, not any ways that would keep Robin from being injured further.

"My ship's back down on Earth. It's parked near where you found me and Robin, in the mall's largest supply room, right outside of Macy's. You need a key to get in, and" he reached into his pocket and got out a small bronze key, thrusting it out in Glaug's direction "there it is. Now" he glared up at the thug, frustrated at both Glaug and himself for having to give away Lady like that "What else do you need to know?"