He nodded, and concentrated, carefully contacting the various points that would allow him to bypass the protections on the Death World, and selected their lair with care. A rain forest, much larger trees, but also plenty of rocky crags, and even better it was in a strip that had just been created yesterday, so none of the local predators had moved in, and only the prey animals were there. A small razor brute pack was scouting the edge of it, but it wasn't THAT pack, so he wasn't concerned about them. He opened the portal, and then released their tails, standing to the side.<em>Have fun, no real predators in the area you are going yet, but be careful. Here is what I know about the forest.</em><br/><br/>He gave/told the hive mind the information that would keep it 'intact,' what plants would try to eat them, what prey and predators they would likely encounter, as well as a general warning about the chaos scorpions, which could and would live anywhere. Including lava pits and upside down, as he had found out when a double patrol of shadow stalkers got wiped out to the last while exploring an cavern that hadn't been built by Draiss or the avatars. Once they were through, he sighed, and sat down, before shaking his head. "Well, that is that. And I doubt they are going to be a serious threat to anyone now. Though I will admit there is one minor mutation left for them to make before I have to make a hard choice about them, and I am dreading when it will happen. Not if, when. Well, that takes care of this particular problem, so lets rouse sleeping beauty in there, and find out what she wants to do, other than eat."<br/><br/>He headed back into the green's lair, heading toward her before groaning slightly as he realized that her body wasn't that of a traditional green, but more streamlined and softened. A metallic version of a chromatic dragon, to completely mutilate a phrase. He shook his head, before sitting near the wall, and summoning a couple of the local prey beasts, on the other side of the green, and then waking her with a mental prod. "Sorry to wake you but we need to talk. Meal behind you first, I suspect you are famished. What we need to talk about is what to do with you."