"CSSKKKKLLLLSSSSSSKKKKK---"

There is a sputtering noise as the screaming Drakka's throat is slit and he falls to the floor. Unfortunately, his brief warning is enough to start a thousand whispered radio transmissions throughout the building, the noise overwhelming the soft hum of the portal through which Redan arrived moments earlier. Hearing the pounding of taloned feet from hall behind him, the black Korat flings his blade backwards across the room to smash the computer operating the entrance.

Redan has bought himself a few extra seconds, and he uses them to take a quick glance around his location. The room is small, with some paneled technology that he does not recognize along one of the walls. There are no other doors here. He slicks his ears back as the pounding on the hall shifts to the sound of blasts against the door. This was certainly not his intended location. He had visualized the Den to the best of his ability... but perhaps the stories his father had told him as a cub were simply not enough.

The black takes a step towards the portal as the pounding grows louder, now joined by blasts from some kind of phaser. He snarls once in the frustration of his failure, but hesitates before leaping.

He had been trained in the formation of portals by Redwood herself. Using what she had taught him, Redan had never once been wrong. Perhaps...

Forcing his claws into the metal beneath him, Redan forces the sheer energy of his body downwards.  He pulls at the floor below him via spirit, feeling nothing but the heavy drain of layers of thick metallic death. A soft hiss escapes from between his teeth, and he tries to pull once more, reaching and grasping until suddenly the warmth of a thousand suns is at his fingertips.

--Terole lives!

He roars the exuberant realization and the life force of the planet rushes up through the metal and into his body. It circles about in the core of his throat, then thunders forward in the voice of sidifir oerri herself. Tangerine orange light ruptures through the remnants of the restraining metal door, and the screams of the Drakka behind it -- burnt by it's touch, or crushed beneath the now projectile door -- are unheard through the heat.

Then the light fades, and for a moment Redan is blind in the sudden shadow following such brilliance. Ever so slowly, he steps back from the cracked floor where he had stood, and then in a lightning-fast strike, flings his tailblade into the crack. The remnants of the floor shatter beneath him, and he is forced to jump back as the metallic pieces fall -- and golden dust rises from the hole.

Peering down into the revealed region, Redan cannot help but let out a brief bark of joy. Before his eyes stands the Den, battered, dusty as btsa, but still intact. Hesitating no longer, he leaps down into the darkness.