The whirring sound quickly increased in volume after #13's efforts sent the nearest of the dome's segments collapsing to the ground. Zeltar looked up just in time to see a small squad of creatures emerging from the forest ahead of them, the whirring sound from earlier growing even louder as they came closer, propelled through the air by a collection of limb-like structures that formed propellors at the uppermost point on each one's body.
The creatures seemed to largely consist of a massive triangle-shaped cephalothorax, similarv in appearance to a pyramid, but with only three sides rather than four. Each side held a single eye and a lipless mouth, and the majority of those lipless mouths were opened in cries of rage.

"They broke the dome! The dome is broken now!" shouted one of the creatures, which seemed to be on the verge of hysterics.

"ERROR: a section of the dome wall has collapsed! Overall efficiency of dome for containment decreased by twelve to fifteen percent! CALCULATING EXACT DAMAGE." announced a second one of the triangular-headed creatures.

"Trespassing entities! Cease motion and repair the destruction that you have caused!" shouted a third, who unlike the others seemed to be less affected by the collapsing of the wall and more by the fact that it was done deliberately. It swooped toward them, followed by eight of its brethren. About a dozen more were still flying around the upper reaches of the trees, including the other two speakers, and a continued whirring in the trees suggested that more were coming.

Zeltar leapt into the air and snapped its claws at one of the attacking creatures. Its left claw gripped his aggressors's propellor, causing the creature to lose its balance, and with a yelp, it fell to the ground, carrying Zeltar with it. As they hit the ground, the impact knocked open one of the scorpionlike being's packs, sending assorted small gizmos and curiosities flying onto the grassy ground of the jungle dome.

Zeltar, taking advantage of the creature's brief moment of surprise, spread out his limbs and stuck them fast to the ground, attempting to pin the creature before it could get airborne again. Unfortunately, his opponent's unfamiliar body shape made it difficult for Zeltar to distribute his weight effectively, and the creature easily threw him off, hopping away on a set of previously folded-up pseudopods and glaring at Zeltar.

"Approximately thirty percent flight efficiency lost as the result of aggressive action!" it snapped. "Launching countermeasures!" Fully extending the psuedopods underneath it, the creature launched itself at Zeltar, positioning itself so that its propellor, which had begun to spin alomst as fast as it had when the creature was airborne, was aimed directly at Zeltar's head. The scorpionlike being tensed its porganic muscles, pulling up its stinger tail to allow for a quick counterattack once the creature got within range.

Nearby, four of the nine attacking creatures surrounded the Goons, whirring, hissing, and shouting at varying volumes. The four remaining from the attack party spread out around the eight trespassers, ready to swoop in and back up any one of their fellows that might need it. Two of the inner four, acting on small signals from the others in their party, dove straight for Goon #8.

((Bluh, sub-par fight scene writing is sub-par. You get the picture, though. Creatures attack! Number and placement of opponents! What do you do?))

Rimwarst the amazing piratic mongoose had lost his group. He assumed that some sort of beach peril had killed them, meaning that he could still claim the treasure in their stead. He stopped to look at an dome incasing what seemed to be some sort of jungle. The sign attached to the dome read, 'Some sort of jungle.'

That settled it! He was going to have to smash his way in, and by jove he would! He was just about to ram his sword into a small crack when the whole thing vanished. The lack of wall threw the mongoose's lunge off balance, so he rolled downhill until he hit his head on a banyan tree. Leaping up, the mongoose hit his head again on a overhanging branch. All around him, a stereotyped jungle grew. It was likely modeled after the Amazon rainforest, if the hoatzin was anything to go by. Some feline resmbling an ocelot was nuzzling him. Rimwarst knew that ocelots were just as capable of mauling him as a tiger was, but what the heck? He started petting it, and then it said in a distinctly feminine voice, "Ooh, you are strong." Rimwarst dropped the ocelot like he'd been bitten. "Aaaaahhhh!" He turned around to see a huge smilodon behind him, also talking. "Whatchoo doin' with my girl!" The mongoose's response was this. "Aaaaahhhhhh! Again!"

He quickly ran out of the clearing on all fours, scurrying through the underbrush. He was more scared of the ocelot than the smilodon, but wasn't to keen on either. Rimwarst curled up under a bush to catch his breath for a while. Well, that was the plan anyways. He then fell into a deep sleep that was only interuppted when he ripped out the throats of various creatures trying to eat him as he slept. After an hour, Rimwarst woke up, and cursed loudly one he realized how long he'd slept. Straiting his tricorn cap, the mongoose set out. He was now perched on a stone carving of a feathered snake head, one of many to jut from the square ruins of some Mayan derived civilization. He pulled out the map Mr. He had given him, and decided to check it. It showed an image of his head, in relation to €, which never always doesn't mark the spot of treasure. He poked a claw at the ruins on the map, and to his suprise, Mr. He's voice began explaining the area. "The temple of Featherboactaol. Inhabited by a race of savage beast men who worship the eldritch god Feather- , oh I already told you this! They fear the return of the ultimate evil, the demon Rimswarstical, who manifests as a mongoose with a vest, and hat in impossible colors. In other words, old chap, you are done for." The message ended in time for Rimwarst to realize he was surrounded by creatures that looked like a cross between man, boar, and bandicoot. They were wearing pelts, and holding obsidian spears. Oh poop. The mongoose looked down at the red clay of the temple, and then at the upper dome. "Help!"