Crack Tracker

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“Fuck my LIIIIIFE–!!”
An arc of muddy clods of earth scattered forward, causing puddles to jump upwards and scatter droplets across the legs of four solitary individuals, frozen in the midst of processing that they were now all by themselves under uncountable meters of stone, earth and mud. Liam, feet dripping with sludge after his heated kick at the ground, stomped angrily forward where the last portal had been, as though he would be able to find it hiding beneath them. The taller of the two nixes with him winced as dirt splattered his glasses and he swiped a finger across the lenses, water magically siphoning away. He was a head taller than his current company with closely cropped silver hair and sporting an impressively large pistol with a glass chamber strapped to his thigh. Behind him, a smaller nix, with bundles of tightly coiled white hair tied back for battle, heavy freckles, and metal flasks on her belt, turned from trying to calm the gangly apprentice from Haligan. “Mr. Arnason—” he tried.
He was firmly ignored by the half-breed, and the conversation reluctantly shrank to those who would listen. “What are we gonna do with no contact?” Hiccup sputtered. 
“I don’t know, but we have to decide quickly,” the female nix muttered, still watching her companion try to get Liam’s attention and failing. But Hiccup succeeded with a simple, fretful question.
“Where’s Nala?”
“Busy,” Liam spat, throwing his paws up into the air. His normally-decisive nature was getting stoppered by utter panic and loss of what to do. The tall nix pressed his mouth into a tight line and held a palm to belly height, palm facing the ground. Water churned around their feet at his command, but it was still waiting, anticipating.
“Well, we need a target. We can’t stay here or the infiltration to the city will be compromised. Could we get above ground, to get a better read on our position?”
“We don’t have a damn visual–”
“We’ll get one,” the female nix said firmly. 
"We need to get to Akkey!"
Hiccup was looking skyward, helmet rocking slightly on his head as it was slightly too big for him. Visually he saw only He was seeking upwards and outwards, desperate, but with inexperience. Snatches of shouts, cracking timber, sliding blades bit at his ears, but he tried to shut it out.
Changeling? 
The Changeling hums in interest as an unfamiliar mind reaches out to her. Well now this is interesting. The extras don't usually reach out to me. She responds. Has the plan gone tits up already? A chuckle echoes in the rebel's mind.
Maybe. Um... He took a shuddering breath, trying to keep his head in the yawning underground depths. Some...thing took most of the nixes and Akkey and Liam are separated...they're not answering us. Are we near the surface?
They absolutely were not. The demon could tell that Hiccup's thoughts were coming from easily half a mile below and behind the assault at the bridge.
Oh certainly not little one. You have quite a ways to go. What do you mean something took them? Her voice asks as she begins probing his mind for his recent memories.
Something went wrong with their portal. "Hey guys, I'm talking to Changeling, they can see us--"
"Can they see a large body of water near us?" the taller nix said suddenly. "We may need to take the half-breed sewer paths at this point. Akkey's team is more than capable of finding their own way out, and when they do, they can continue following the tunnels. We absolutely have to create a teleportation point for the Gate and Tower teams."
She begins to reach out to the others beneath the earth and show them images of the water pouring out from High Central and emptying out into the gorge. There you are. Shall I hold your hand as well? She teases.
The female nix nodded, grasping Hiccup's hand and reaching for Liam's paw, who had quieted, seeing what was happening. Changeling? he pressed. Can you see even lower? Below the surface? The tall nix looked sharply at him, alarmed, as though he'd asked if they could just pack it up and call it a day.
She hums, intrigued by the question. Her mind stretches further, dipping into the gorge itself and the various aquatic life the called it home. She finds a common perch and delves into its common mind, hijacking it's retina's and broadcasting the image to the necessary rebels. Deep enough for you? And here I thought cats didn't like the water.
They do when they can breathe. Thanks, bud.
"Where are we going?" the male nix said, growing more worried with the images he was seeing in his mind.
"We came into the tunnels for a reason. We need to be going forward, not up." Liam pulled a small bundle of rope off the pack on his back and used one of his knives to cut it in two, throwing the second half to Hiccup and the female nix. He tied a deft loop around his armor belt and gestured for everyone to do the same. His entire arms were shaking with anxious adrenaline, but they had a new goal now. He couldn't help but take the time to nervously, privately ask, Is Nala still okay?
She laughs again. Do not worry little one. She is causing untold destruction. She is better than I have ever seen her.
In the echoes of the mental network surrounding them, Liam could feel this was true–he caught hundreds of fragments of Nala’s new, terrifying form, from many points of view, tainted with various shades of fear and awe. Phantom reverberations of a huge gate slowly being crushed and burned inward rang in his ears. The tall nix set his sharp jaw and focused on their new target, the dark depths below the crashing waterfalls in High Central’s moat. If they couldn’t make it forward, they needed to make it out.
We’re gonna try and make it to Central, Hiccup piped up, taking the nix’s hand as she reached for his and gripped it tightly, water droplets vibrating in between their palms. Don’t have too much fun before we get there.