<Of course.> He hesitates for a moment. <....Good luck. Be careful.> And, with even more reluctance this time, he slips out of her head so he can be handed over to the other host he keeps rudely borrowing. 

She goes in invisibly, reading minds, looking for a soldier who is definitely not a mage and alone.

None of these soldiers have any magic items on them. Most of the sentries have positions in sight of each other, but if she's patient she can probably eventually find one who doesn't, and plan her approach. 

Mhalir is incredibly nervous about Carissa and all of his attention is focused on their imagery and sensor data of the guard station. 

Which is why it takes him a second or two to register the other flicker of - what...? 

He barks something to get the pilot's attention, points, stares at it. "What is that?" There's nothing visible on camera, but a couple different kinds of sensor, including the magic one, are picking up a very faint signature. Airborne; it's at least fifty yards above them and several hundred yards south, though it's hard to gauge exactly because it's hazy and seems to be moving fast. 

It could be random noise, but -

He toggles the controls to transmit to Carissa's earpiece. "Carissa, freeze where you are - we're picking up something - not on the ground, above us, stand by -"

She is ten feet from her target. She freezes. She wants to get out of here - but Mhalir said freeze, and they might have a way to notice a Dimension Door -

She holds perfectly still and doesn't breathe and thinks where on the ground to Dimension Door to, if she has to run and can't expect the shuttle to be in range for her. This is a border outpost, which means across the border she won't be in Predain, and will be in some place they're not at war with, that might well constrain them in following her. She'll Dimension Door as far away as the spell allows, still invisible, and then fly at top flight speed, and then summon a Phantom Steed once her flight runs out -

The sensor ghost is still incredibly difficult to pin down - no, there's more than one of them - they're moving fast, coming closer...

And then with no warning at all, the magic sensors are blaring, there's some incredibly powerful burst of something - 

"Carissa we are under attack you need to RUN NOW–" he has time to say, and then the whatever-it-is hits them. It's not exactly an explosion, or any kind of weapon he recognizes, but suddenly all of their sensors are nothing but noise and half of the computers seem to be down entirely and they're falling. 

She's going to be upset about that later. She Dimension Doors across the border and into the sky and she casts Feather Fall first because it's faster and then Fly and then she takes off, invisibly and as fast as she possibly can.

After a moment of consideration she drops the earpiece. If the shuttle crashed the people on it are probably dead but if they're alive they could be mind-controlled. The ship in orbit is still fine, they're increasingly sure no local magic can even touch it and once it hears of this it'll probably zip off to deep space, but - she doesn't know a way to contact them which a hostile in charge of the shuttle couldn't react to first.

She can do a Sending to the ship in the morning. 

When the invisibility wears off she casts it again, and when the Fly wears off she casts a Phantom Steed, and then she rides away. 

There's no obvious pursuit. 

Fifteen seconds into her frantic flight, she hears the distant sound of what may or may not be the shuttle crashing into the tree canopy. 

By the time Fly wears off she can no longer make out the break in the trees where the guard-post is. The area is densely forested enough that she can't ride that fast, there's a lot of brushy undergrowth that needs to be dodged, but there's still no sign of anyone chasing her. 

If the shuttle inhabitants are dead there won't be pursuit. If they're mind-controlled there probably will be. So it'll be - information.

She slows down, though. If they'll be pursuing her with magic stealth matters more than distance. Dismisses the Phantom Steed, looks around for a place in the wilderness where she has good cover. Settles in and shivers and - waits.

There is falling and terror and then an incredibly violent lurch and PAIN and then nothing. 

- and then there's dragging himself up from the nothing, straining toward awareness - his host is very unconscious, which makes nearly impossible to do anything, even to get sensory input from the body, and there's something wrong, maybe he's injured too, he can barely string together thoughts... He could slip out of her head but that wouldn't really improve his situation overall.

...Movement? 

Pokepokepoke he tries to rouse her, and gets a flicker of semiconsciousness, just enough to force her eyes open and glimpse a blurred sense of trees-and-sky and...black wings...? Wind on their face. 

Everything hurts and he can't concentrate even enough to process what's happening, and he stops trying and lets himself drift into darkness again. 

There are voices. They're wind-muffled and annoyed. Also weirdly sibilant. 

"- what do you mean be morre gentle, what am I ssuppossed to do, we are flying." 

     "Sskan, ssseriously–" 

And then there's a lurch and a thump and more pain, and then light, and a moment of disorientation-falling that makes it through even the haze...it feels like a hyperspace jump, almost, but that doesn't make sense...? His host is still mostly unconscious but she's cold, he can vaguely feel her shivering, as though from a great distance. 

Then blessed darkness, and warmth, a soft surface under them, and Mhalir slides back into fog. 

When his host finally regains consciousness, she's in a bed, in a room with sunlight filtering through curtains, and there's a tall, thin woman with her hair cut short at the sides and longer on top so it stands up in a crest, sitting at her bedside. 

.......aaaahhh? 

Uh, she thinks at Mhalir, Visser Three? Do you know what's going on?

Something still feels wrong, thinking is gluey and slow, but Mhalir tries to rouse himself.

<We were attacked. From the air, some sort of - magic weapon - it appears we were captured, I am not sure by which side. We...should ask...>

He finds that getting her actual mouth to say words is a lot harder than it should be, though. 

"Oh, you're awake," the woman says. "You probably feel like hell, I'm sorry - you had a pretty bad head injury, you've been out since last night." She's frowning intently at them. "...No, I'm not imagining it, you are two people in there. Are you - possessed, or something...?" 

Mhalir is only half aware that she's speaking, and not processing it at all, because he's busy trying to get their hands to obey him, and checking for the weapons he had before. Nope. Their Dracon beam is gone. So are all the clothes his host was wearing, actually. 

She doesn't know the language at all! She's disoriented and freaked out!

:Can you understand me now?: the woman tries in Mindspeech, which hurts a LOT but does successfully convey concepts. 

Aaaaaah Mhalir is too startled and confused and scared to even try to answer. 

She whimpers. This is half an answer and half involuntary, and she's surprised anything happens because usually when Visser Three is borrowing her he is tightly in control the whole time.

He's trying. 

<...I think - something is wrong...> he manages to her, and then he wrestles for control, manages enough of it to open his eyes and nod to the woman. Which he kind of regrets because OW. Normally he's a lot more capable of distancing himself from a host's physical pain, but right now it's all blurring together into a haze of sensory awfulness. 

She makes a sympathetic sound. :I'm going to declare that you're not in good enough shape yet for questioning. I'll get you some painkillers and let you rest some more, all right?: 

"Mhhmm," he manages. It's not like he's exactly capable of doing anything other than going along with whatever she does to them. He doesn't even have Carissa's magic right now; he's utterly helpless. 

Damn it, though, he wants to know which side grabbed them. Words, come on, he can say words. It takes a couple of tries to get it even semi-intelligible, though.

"Ma'ar, Urtho...?" he mumbles. 

:I'm sorry, what was that?: