Capture

LaSalle was enjoying a cup of tea with Amelia when the siege started.
She had no idea how it happened, but they were sipping persimmon tea when the shadows dashed by LaSalle's window.
"What was that?" she asked Amelia. Her friend shrugged.
All of a sudden, the eye of the Phantom King formed in LaSalle's tea.
By the looks of Amelia's face, LaSalle could see she was seeing the same message.
"Foolish Alphas... the robot minions of our allies the Vramaasians are surrounding your home, and our own kin prey on your precious land. Hand over every female alpha, not including apprentices, and your land will be safe...for now." the tea said. Sweat started pouring down Amelia's eyebrow, which LaSalle couldn't do considering she was robotic.
"Try to use your technomagic, LaSalle." Amelia instructed her. LaSalle tried. Nothing happened.
"Amelia, they are probably protected by Zira's wards. Often, she is perceived as a crane in the rumors about her might,  but in her true form as a scarred eagle, her troops are invincible." LaSalle told Amelia. Amelia bowed her head down, as she was the first Alpha to learn of this information. At that moment, their tea cups shattered.
"Well, LaSalle, maybe we may want to call for an Alpha meeting at the dinner table." Amelia sighed, getting off her pillow.

 Amelia didn't like the dinner table.
On Soup Day, she had lost Greely and gone on a crazy mission to revive the alpha key to defeating the Phantom empire. At this table, she had wept over her loss. As one that had the ability to curse, she could barely resist cursing this table as of right now.
So suggesting that she sit in a chair and do war council at her table of bad memories was a huge step out of her comfort zone.
"Lisa, if we are cut off from the rest of Jamaa, then our animals will fall victim to the impending phantom invasion. The Golden Ring is a mere myth, as many Jammers say, so I'm not sure if it will be of any help. Besides, how do you fit over 3 million Jamaasians in one small patch of area?" Marco reasoned with Lisa. Lisa nodded at this.
"Well, it seems as LaSalle suggests that these mechanical scum are invincible, so I wouldn't go for an all out attack,-so much for your all-out attacks, Sir Gilbert,-... Instead, I would give the Alphas over and try to power up. If Marco can plan well, then we can have this plan of theirs to backfire on the Phantom Empire!" Greely suggested.
Silence.
To break the ice, Sir Gilbert spoke up.
"I'm afraid that the grey wolf is right, both strategically and personally." he said, in a quiet tone. The brave warrior trudged to his room. Greely looked smug.
Unfortunately, none of the Alphas could think of anything else.
"Well... let's give the Phantoms what they want, eh?" Peck said. She laughed nervously. Marco and Greely were pained to see them go, but the female Alphas smiled as they let the grip off the hut, to go to the phantoms. Except for LaSalle.
"Graham, give me the Turbo Disk, and insert it in my head slot. Do it." LaSalle told the monkey. The other male alphas looked at Graham quizzically, but he betrayed no secrets. Graham put a forest-green disk in LaSalle's head, and she shuddered, then left.
"Take care, guys..." Otto said."Is that much to wish for?"