They were thrown down a hole, that dropped down a slope so steep it was unclimbable. Into some sort of cavern, half-formed by the stone understructure of the city, and by chewed-out tunnels through Stacy's flesh, deep enough where the broken sensors had no hope at all of detecting it so the holes could be healed up.

The hole was covered again, as they pushed a massive stone over it, cutting off the light, leaving Tony, Terry, Paco, Sam, Conner, Xander, and Robin in the dark. Whether or not they had weapons or their belongings on them depended on if they were strapped on and if they'd managed to hold onto them or not.

The air was muggy, even worse than the rest of the ship. It was sweat-beads-down-the-middle-of-your-back-and-feels-all-gross muggy, and the air did not smell pleasant.

Oh yeah, and it was dark. Was it mentioned that it was dark? Because it was.