The mecha totters, teeters, backs off a step...and then the cockpit explodes as the defenders take it upon themselves to assist with the process of breaking the siege lines around their keep!  With hurrahs and general shouts of defiance, they sally forth and the besieging demonic minions scatter before your might like chaff before the wind.<br/><br/>Before long, the surviving officers are approaching you, hands clasped in traditional Chinese warrior's deference to one another...at least until they recognize Drakken, and the reception turns proper.  Icier, perhaps.<br/><br/>"Your presence is unexpected, Great Ice Dragon Lord," says the least battered of the three, a scruffy-maned fellow with an eyepatch.  "But your help we accept gladly."  He turns to examine Rat and Fox closely.  "Ah.  Ministry of Thunder.  That might explain...come.  I will escort you to our lord.   We are unable to extend much hospitality at the moment, but for the service you have rendered today, you are all three welcome."