Jareth looks at Delphinium and smiles with a sort of depression that has, up until now, been nonexistent in the man.  He produces his crystal balls and begins to twirl them before Delphinium's face, and the little fairy can see his mother and sister, both still within what was once the Kokiri Forest, now amidst a sea of leafless vegetation.  Despite the dreary setting, both of them seem in good spirits.  

"They're okay, for now at least.  Hyboria has become stranger than my Labyrinth, I'm afraid.  I don't know how to help anyone else from here.  My powers are limited in that regard, lest they should come to me."  

He's pulled away as Johnathan begins to speak, then pulls him aside for quiet council, whereupon he whispers something back in confidence.  He pulls away after their brief exchange and looks at Travin. 

"I'm afraid not, Travin.  Your brother changed because he was taken.  You changed because you came here and allowed yourself to be corrupted by the Junk Fields.  But to be clear, Shavaris..."  

He turns back to her.  

"...I don't think they could have known who either of you were, or would have been, when this happened to you.  I imagine what happened was random...and pushed you to become who you are now...not that it happened to your sister because of who you'd become.  If that...makes sense.  You'll know them when you know them, I believe..." 

But Adam's speech is what draws the most attention from Jareth.  He listens, grins wryly, and waves as Adam steps into the elevator.  He starts to answer, looks at Ward, and blinks.  

"Military?  I understand you believe yourself to be quite formidable Sir Traveling Ward, but they're not exactly going to have an infantry company there to greet you.  I suppose the question is...what do you plan to do to get draw the attention of a military response?  Guards?  Dear boy, this is New York City.  They're called 'cops', and they all have guns.  It's not like half the blithering idiots I'm sure you've marauded in your travels."  

He returns his focus to Adam.  

"Doing this does help fix Eternia, in the grand scheme of things, so I suppose the answer to that is yes.  I think that once the Crystal of Truth has been mended, Ganon expelled, etc etc, I believe all of these terrible things you see will be righted.  Help I can give you?  I'm afraid not at the moment, no.  I just bestowed upon you greater gifts than I'd ever given anyone ever when you were here last.  Depending on your excursion to my world, though, I suppose we may be able to work something out.  Ah but...a little wiser?  My Prince, I don't know that there is much more one as lowly as I could do for one as lofty as yourself..."  

Ward smiles at Jareth when he asks what they could do to provoke a military response. "Well Jareth, were the Dawn Guard. What else is there? As well, this world is different, it may not be better, but different means things that those here may not be prepared to deal with. Such as the guns, if theirs are better, liberating some would be useful. Not just to us, but quite frankly to you." Ward's smile drops a bit "You know parts of what is outside these walls, and what is in it is beautiful, quite frankly especially compared to what it was. The powers in this war grow stronger, and their strikes less focused. It needs to be ended. I have thought of things in this realm, that could give your people an edge. Alliances that could bring more to the aid of Hyboria and the Labyrinth. If there are things we could take from this realm, obviously without causing too much ruckus, I would like to know. And especially if there are individuals such as this Vigo that can weaken the seams between our realms, we need to know what we may face, how to avoid it, and how to benefit off of it." Ward says, looking deeply into Jerath to try and express that this isn't him being as irresponsible as he sometimes is.

Travin simply nods to Jareth, a sadness and an anger burning un his eyes.. before the doors close trav simply demands, "Jareth looks after Birt while Travin is gone, yeh! Makes sure no harm comes to Birt!" 

Shavaris looks at Jareth, considering... yep, just as evasive as ever.  She shrugs, not like she is going to get any more information out him, but is ready to face whatever this shiny box is going to take them.  She rests her hands on the pommels of her blades at her side, winks at Running Bird and readies herself.

With the understanding that the Labyrinth was requesting immediate assistance from the Alliance, Dageron listens to Jareth's briefing intently. Once concluded, while the others bombard the strange monarch with questions, he files into the box without remark. 

Exfil a compromised ally, kill a powerful wizard... Wait!

"Your Grace, how do we return once the mission is complete?"

"I'm not advocating for you to go into a world that isn't even your own, potentially harm people who have nothing to do with why you're there (because, I assure you, they will fight if you attempt any of your ridiculousness), and bring back weapons this plain isn't ready for."  Jareth says, apparently blown away by Ward's suggestion.  "You live in a realm of magical super weapons and capabilities that are even more lethal than a gun could ever be.  Why on Earth would you want to bring back technology that will be beyond your capability to fix when it breaks and that keeping a stock of munitions for will be a task that isn't even worth pursuing?  You know Ward, you're a very strange Druid.  You're going there to help someone and hopefully stop the breakdown of Hyboria, not get a bunch of toys.  This isn't Hyboria you're stepping into.  Anything you try like that is going to cause a ruckus."

The Goblin King takes a breath as he examines Ward, perplexed by this warmongering beatnik and unsure of how to address him. 

"Your storyteller is fundamentally broken."  He adds, then pats the Warforged's shoulder.  "You're supposed to be a magic hippy, not a hate crime on two legs."  

He shifts his focus as he gently pushes Ward toward the elevator and then locks eyes with Travin. 

"I'll take care of Birt.  Well, Birt's people will take care of Birt.  I think he should visit his home while you're away.  I'm sure you can find him when you return.  Though I don't know what to do with these other beasts while you're gone..."

He pauses, rubs his chin, then shrugs.  He smiles when Dageron finally speaks up.

"At least one of you makes understands and makes sense!"  He pauses.  "No offense Delphinium.  General, this high value target is your ticket home.  Sarah has the capability to move between the worlds pretty easily.  You get Sarah, and you get home.  If your mission fails...well if it fails, I doubt you'll need a way back."  

He thinks about this for a moment as he files the rest of the Dawn Guard into the elevator, then squints at Ward as the doors close.  

"On that note, let's not turn this into a repeat of your meeting with King Haggard." 

The doors close...

The strange lights overhead make things too bright.  Brighter than Hyboria has been in weeks.  The elevators dings and then they feel motion, like they're lighter as the box takes them down...down...and then dings again as the little light on 'B2' fades out.  

The doors open.  

The smell of wet concrete fills their nostrils as they look out into a vast...is it a cave?  Full of metal boxes?  Metal boxes with rubber wheels?  Concrete columns are spaced evenly in the dimly lit cavern with the sign that miraculously says 'Parking B2' in common...   

Travin takes a step out of the elevator, taking a deep breath, he looks to the group and points around "that is a car, and another car, and another car, and look, another car. Yeh yeh! Peoples use them like carriages, hmm but they are nots pulled by horses, they are pulled by explosionses yeh yeh!"  Travin looks around for an apparent exit, excited to see the people of his realm once more.

Adam steps out of the elevator, then sees Travin get excited about the small vehicles powered by explosions inside of them.  “Sounds to be in your realm, Ward.  What an odd place, this is.”  He bends down, putting his hand on the substance… “Concrete.”   He scratches the circlet on his head, moving it about… “This is what you would call a parking lot… right?”  He looks up to Travin, for confirmation.  Standing, he says to Travin, “Do you have any memory of this?  Do you know anything of this world?  How do we find our way to that place the Juggler mentioned?”

Shavaris shades her eyes from the bright light as her stomach rises up with the feeling of lightness when the elevator goes down.  "What magic is this?  Watch, this is Jareth's joke to send us back into his oubliette again."

But as the doors open upon the parking garage, she wrinkles up her nose.  The smell is an affront to her senses.  "Nope, I was wrong, this is worse."

She steps out of the elevator and looks around, "Cars you say?  Carriages that move by little explosions?  Dear Ward, let's not get caught up in that.  We have an objective and we need to find Sarah before it is too late.  Travin, how do we get out of this concrete dungeon?"

"hmmm memories, concrete yeh yeh, Travin's memory of this realm are hards to reach, hmmm? But Travin feels lots of familiar thingses, yeh yeh, we should tries to go up maybe? Finds peoples and asks about Ivor shandy or what was they calleds?" 

Ward remember that these weapons could actually harm us if we don’t know how to use them. Let’s just get in and go home, I don’t want us all to go insane in this other world. Johnathan pauses as he lets Jareth continue to explain the mission ahead. Johnathan has a look of realisation when mentioning returning home. About that Dageron, I may have a way passed that. I’ve learnt how to send beings back to their home plane. It’s not perfect, and I have no way to determine the location. But it could be a fail safe if things get real bad. It won’t work on Travin I believe since he will be in his natural plane. Sorry. 

Johnathan has a confused look as they step out of the elevator. Strange. Horseless carriages? How on Earth does that make sense? Do you have and ideas on what we should do next Travin?

Travin walks around until he finds any incline be it stairs or the roadway ascending into the next level above. Merely trying to get some height and perspective on things.

Dageron looks into the fragile glass windows of the horseless carriages, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he does. Then the fragile glass cylinders and orbs that emit light from the concrete ceiling overhead. "Either this is a realm entirely if nobles, with no concern for theft, or this civilization has advanced magics protecting such frail craftsmanship. Regardless, we should take care not to find out which. Travin, from this strange architecture, what race built this place? I doubt Dwarves, but we are in a new realm."

There's no time for Travin to answer to question.  Voices become apparent as they start to walk toward the ramp, and suddenly a squad of people appear at the top of the ramp, turning their direction but not really paying attention. 

"His Malevolence believes that Jareth's portal should be down below.  He has no doubt that we're weeks ahead of any sort of mounted resistance, so we haven't exactly been in a rush to draw attention to our operation.  We suspect there are forces on this side of Hyboria that are aware of what is happening, but who it is exactly we're not sure.  Won't take long to figure it out.  Hopefully after it's too late for it to ma..tt...er..."

Within seconds both parties have an opportunity to recognize each other.  

At the top of the ramp, below a sign that says 'EXIT', stops thirteen Stormtroopers with someone in the ugliest set of clothes the band has ever seen.  A bizarre set of attire with an atrocious jacket, some shirt with ugly buttons, shiny shoes that aren't much good for anything, and some weird dark colored visor cover...without the accompanying helmet.  The hostiles pause and look down the ramp in shock before one blurts...

"Dawn Guard!"  

Ward looks at the stormtroopers and tilts his head ”oh, you thought you had weeks. Unfortunately for you, I doubt you will surrender, so I’ll just have to enjoy this then.” Ward says, a clawed hand cocking his shotgun

Before they left Delphinium was very grateful to Jareth for showing them their family.  "Thank you Jareth.  It's a lot of worry off my mind to know they are okay through all of this.  The Kokiri forest doesn't seem well though.  I must hurry and fix things.  I will do what I can to save Sarah.  To save time, I know you are strong and have fey in your service.  While we are gone perhaps you could reach out to my father to arrange a meeting for when we are done.  I still have the alicorn."  He pats the spear on his back. "So, if we could arrange a meeting after this to revive the unicorn that'd be great!  Oh!  Also..."  Delphinium whistles and Havoc Dart comes trotting closer.  "I am raising these hydra eggs.  I know time is strange here so if they hatch without me please see to it they are trained to be ally to fairies.  I've told them stories every night as I heard creatures can hear and learn while in the egg.  All in sylvan of course.  I'm not sure if the land here shapes things like the magic in the feywild.  I do so hope they gain feylike features when they hatch.  Anyway, I trust you will look after them well."

As Jareth asks for no offense from Delph the fairy nods and says "None taken.  I know I'm a lot to handle and often don't stop silly things.  Like you, I don't see a need for weapons for ward but I like my friends smiling so I tend to help them be agents of chaos a lot.  Who am I to judge them on what makes them happy?  Storytellers or not to me it is the fun and excitement that comes from things changing, things colliding, things acting.  I try to be that change but of course there are things I care for too.  Friends, family, and dreams are things we should all cherish.   Good or bad, if you have those.  It doesn't really matter what changes or happens.  So, I'm going to do my best save Sarah, not only because she is my friend but because it will make my friend Jareth smile."

With that Delphinium hops into the metal box as someone hits B2.

To say the fairy is surprised is an understatement.  They zoom around looking at all the pretty sights.  Commenting on so much and looking lost in wonder but at the same time hold their nose.  "Ick, what is that smell?  I don't smell nature here at all?  Just... something.  Blah.  No wonder they need our help!  This Vigo must be really nasty to make such a pretty place smell so bad.  Wooh!  Look at how tall that building it!  Is it for just winged folk?  I can only imagine how long it would take to walk to the top.  Tiny explosions?  Can we see that?  Wow!  look at all the people!  So many!  Wait... are they all human?  Where are the elves?  Dwarves?  Oh!  I see a bird!  I don't think I recognize that type.  Neat!"  Delphinium flies over to a Pidgeon and says "Hello bird, you have beautiful silver and grey feathers.  Is that big building for your kind?  I think I spot many perched upon it.  It is a fine nest indeed." (no idea is speak with animals works here)  

Just before combat

As the stormtroopers come into view the tiny fairy sees them as they declare their name and surprise.  Delphinium smiles and says "Yep!  Hello!  Donno how you got here too but I'm ready for a good brawl!  Feel free to throw down your weapons and surrender to my friends whims though.  The one that gives us the most useful information will have my promise they can live and can return back to our world." 

With that Delphinium moves like a bolt of light as a blue blur zooms right at the stormtroopers so that they are just above them all and summons their astral arms to pop out and around them like a storm of blue fists.  Each one flying in random directions all around Delphinium.  Bonus action to summon their astral fists and all Stormtroopers within 10 feet of Delphinium need to make a DC 17 Dex save or take 7 force damage. 

Then Delphinium unleashes two more directed fist at the stormtrooper in the lead as they try to hammer them into the ground as if making a point.

Attack Astral Fist 1: 21 Damage: 13

Attack Astral Fist 2: 19 Damage: 12

After their barrage they add "I'd hurry though cause we gonna beat the shit out of you till you do.  You'll probably die."

Travin takes one look at the group of stormtroopers and eyes the beefiest dude, snapping his fingers loudly he gathers their attention and says "listen to the fairy hmm? Best for yous to fight amongst yourselves, yeh yeh, last one alive gets special treatments!! Heeee!!!" With that he gives one shirt toot on his shawm like a starting horn and attempts to corrupt the mind of the strongest foe.

He then un sheathes his Trusty Husqvarna and starts it's engine revving it menacingly.

(Action, crown of madness DC15 wis save.

Bonus action, intimidate if applicable 22)

To say that the lead Stormtrooper is caught off guard is an understatement.  Dressed in light armor and black clothing, this Stormtrooper is clearly meant for one thing; skirmishing.  Probably a martial artist like Delphinium.  The Fairy's attack still catches him off guard as he's clocked twice.  His eyes shoot open as he contemplates his life choices.

Next to him, the fellow in the weird clothes shakes his head, bringing one hand up to his forehead as he, somehow, resists Travin's attack, though its clear it's only barely.  When the chainsaw roars to life and echoes around the parking garage, almost all of the Stormtroopers take a step back, completely stunned by what is happening, as well as funny-clothes-guy.  

Four of the Stormtroopers rally, ready for the battle, even as the rest of their ranks cower from Husqvarna.  

Dageron holds out the Rod of Rulership, "Surrender and Obey!" His command targets only the Stormtroopers...

(( Wis Save DC 15 or under Dageron's command for 8 hours ))

To the others he calls out, "Only kill those who resist the magic, the others will provide us all the intel we need."

Dageron flashes his rod, and then things get complicated.  

While most of the Stormtroopers were too frightened of Travin's magic, terrifying, noisy new weapon, the addition of Dageron's command to the mix turns their inability to move forward and fight the Dawn Guard into a sort of confused maelstrom.  All of them have a second to reach up and hold their heads as the command takes hold of roughly half.  Some of the Stormtroopers, roughly half, are clearly unaffected.

Three turn on one of their comrades with bloodlust in their eyes.  A fight ensues as blades flash in all directions, with a greataxe biting into the side of the resisting Stormtrooper even as it blurs reality around it...