Out With the Old [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up
What| The rescue of the NPC Legionnaires
Where| A movie studio in New New York
When| Takes place the same time as "Books of Magic"
Warnings/Notes| N/a

The studio where the Legionnaires are being held is swarming with supervillains. It's a trap, of course. But that doesn't mean they have to walk right into it. They have a plan, and now it's time to put it into action.

The Legion of Supervillains are expecting the non-native Legionnaires to be pushovers. They're about to discover just how crushingly, devastatingly wrong they are.

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MISSION OPERATIONS

[letsgolegion]

Multiple groups have their own objectives for the mission. Some people are distractions, others have to stealthily find their way into the studio. Yet others have jobs accessing the computer systems and hard-light projectors in the studio.

[ooc:A Catch-all for people to post all parts of the mission.]

MISSION START

[letsgolegion]

The mission starts with a bang.

[ooc:This is for the opening action of the mission as it'll start with a bang. This is the only part the mods will post a post a setup for.]

Team FUCK YOU and FUCK YOU TOO ( or York and Delta shenanigans)

[goddamngrenades]

Slipping in while everyone's distracted by the rather MASSIVE guy with a hammer ruining their collective day? Piece of cake. Getting Delta slotted in nice and neat next to Cortana to help her with calculations and backend and rigging up that HUD they put together an hour ago? Also easy. Working on rerouting the broadcast feed isn't that difficult- just tedious and York's camped down there, sampling out every voice from the earlier broadcast to feed to South, supplying her with marbles he's charged to go off upon dropping from a height, and getting their own motion trackers, cameras, and sensors set up. Hunkering down and not dealing with the treat in combat isn't how he'd like to do shit but-

Objectivity needs to be a thing.

He doesn't have it.

These assholes are beating his CO on live broadcast and he can't keep his cool well enough to not be directly involved. SO. Support and chaos is the name of the game.

CASEY VS. MEENAH

[shrimpudent]

A fair number of potential stealthy entrances were being guarded. It's a trap, after alll, they gotta figure the heroes would be trying to sneak in to avoid walking right into it.

The unfortunate side-effect of Reinhardt's dramatic entrance is that it made a ton of noise. And it certainly drew attention from elsewhere in the building. Within a minute of the conflict beginning, a troll girl bursts in through one of the regular doors, grey-skinned and orange-horned and rocking a decent amount of bling. For a moment she just gawks at the scene and the gaping hole in the ceiling, and then she's just a ball of flaring gills and bared shark-ish teeth.

"AY," Meenah barks, waving a golden double-ended trident at the chaotic cluster of people and fighting going on in the middle of the studio. "Which one a you bassholes was supposed to be watchin' the roof?! Like. Coddamn, lookit all these fuckers suddenly up in our krill now."

(Fishpuns x3 combo, fuck yeah.)

She doesn't wait for any kind of answer, though. Meenah lifts her trident, leans back for a good wind up, and launches it at the mess of people in the middle of the room.

BOSS BATTLE (Open to multiple groups!)

[frienemy]

Maybe you were about to cross into the threshold of the media room, or maybe you were still stuck outside, waiting for someone to clear the way. Either way, it seems you are suddenly not where you were, and are instead in some sort of parody of wherever you just were. Its still recognizably the same setting but something (or possibly, multiple things) are...well, off.

For example, those entering the media room might suddenly find that all the cameras have turned to them of their own accord, though the crew otherwise appears blissfully unaware of you. The lights seem to be flickering just out of your range of vision, enough to know that its happening, but not at a frequent enough interval to do anything other than drive you crazy with being unable to predict when it happens.

Those outside might find that the automatic doors into the studio only open when nobody is looking at them, and that their reflections seem to be giggling back at them when they are. The birds don't chirp, but make other strange sounds -- like meows, whinnies -- general sounds birds shouldn't be able to make.

There is one root for all of these goings on, and he seems content to just join the party with a sudden pop of magic. He's a large, snake-like creature made up of several animals -- a horse's head, antlers, a lion's paw and an eagle's set of talons, a dragon's wing with a feathered brother. He makes about as much sense as everything going on around them.

"Good nooning, heroes! How's the weather been, huh? Can you believe I've been stuck in this stuffy studio all day? Ugh!"

Almost on cue, it begins to rain literal cats and dogs that seem to just bounce off the pavement in confusion when they collide with it.

"Oh and uh, just between you and me, I wouldn't go in there, if I were you."

[ooc: Discord will be escaping to cause further havoc down the line, but might be convinced to help the heroes if he's offered something more entertaining in return. Otherwise, he's just going to keep messing with the heroes. :') Good luck!]

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sɴᴇᴀᴋ

[fantasmaniac]

>> distraction

His first position is just a starting point. Being flexible, he takes on the role of filler, supplying back-up whenever they need it. With the vents are already taken by one team, and the obvious distraction dropping in through the roof, he takes to the backstage. It reminds him of the Rimborian assassins, a job that had landed right in his lap and caused him to run into Sombra for the first time during his early Legionnaire stint.

Whoever it is he's teamed up with (if at all), he interacts very sparsely with them unless they initiate contact first. If the intel the other Legionnaires have been feeding him are correct, then he'll need all his wits about him. No mistakes. No letting his guard down due to unfamiliar territory. Not this time.

Gun in hand, he's carrying non-lethal rounds and stun grenades instead of the usual low-impact grenades he usually carries. It's not ideal, nor does he have any faith that it'll stop a group of super-powered individuals that the majority don't know much about, but rules are rules. As always, he treats it like a handicap.

>> offense

If you need the big guns, Reaper can provide. Sure, he's only got the one because of someone (Wash), but even the non-lethal stuff can pack a punch if you know what to do with them. Point blank, that stuff can leave a man unconscious for hours or cause a concussion if he aims for a head-shot. So, it'll do.

Call him, and he'll respond.

TEAM AMERICA (and friends)

[thedreamisdead]

Some of these Legionnaires are highly trained, able to cooperate with one another without sharing a word. So's America. Unfortunately, the Justice Department and whoever she'd been teamed with did their lessons differently and she'd been separated from her group as a result.

Wonderful. Should've stuck with the original plan instead of allowing the AI to take over for me.

She'd memorized the layout of this place from the blueprints. If she went through some of the currently shut-down studios, she'd eventually make it to the soundstage where the Legionnaires were being held. She'd gone through a few of these already. Met light resistance. Left a few unconscious, but one of the thugs had been resistant to the stun shots. She'd introduced him to her daystick. He required more than one introduction.

Now she was in some kind of... cartoon fantasy house. Awkward furniture, grotesque paintings, bright cheery colors that stood out even in the dark. Still, she was fine until the motion detector in her Lawgiver gave an audible 'beep' and the lights suddenly snapped on. Across the room from her, and closing fast, was a large, purple-and-yellow fuzzy... thing with his arms outstretched. In a goofy, cartoonish voice, it sang out "Birthday, Birthday, it's your Birth-"

No heat signature? Robot? Animatronic? "Hi-Ex."

The explosion was probably loud enough to catch attention from three sets over. Not the best for stealth, but neither was getting hugged to death by an animatronic. Silence fell until a hushed voice over the speakers took over.

"Y-you killed Uncle Ploomba! But can you take care of the cuddlesome Care Cousins?" Her motion detector started beeping again, loudly, as muppet-like creatures started to come out of the woodwork. "Care Cousins! CRUSH!"

America was nonplussed. Too close for more hi-ex. Most others wouldn't be great for a swarm of cute animatronics. And she's outnumbered twenty to one, easily.

...Now might be time to lend a hand. No one deserved to be cuddled to death.

Sombra/Azúcar + Locus | Stealth team/floater agent | OTA heroes, villains, team-ups, etc!

[vata]

PROMPT A - ¿Quién es Azúcar?

It's like weighing the pros and cons all over again, this mission in close quarters between the Legion she's currently sworn to versus the one she isn't. And the conclusion she's staring down? Not as simple as it should be.

These villains are causing mayhem, mass distractions, shock and awe and there's not a hint of fear in them for what they've done, and so far? They've been winning. Admittedly, it's...appealing, that vicious freedom. But the appeal of potentially swapping sides only lasts as long as they can maintain a sizeable advantage, and Sombra isn't as much of a fair-weather-friend as it might initially seem: reckless decisions made without consideration get people killed— namely the person making them.

For now, she's still loyal to the Legion.

So she keeps those thoughts held tight to her chest, entirely silent as she moves throughout the building, resting her stealth camouflage in the shadows and using it to walk boldly through open space undetected— a means to disable security both with and without her hacking. Compared to the chaos caused by the distraction team, even without her upgrades it'd be difficult to spot her. She's quiet, smart about peeling away from the shadows to hack, and while occasionally she does dart ahead of her partner's strategic positioning (better to put distance between them for potentially necessary pincer attacks), she's diligent about always returning to him once her reconnaissance and hacking is complete.

Eventually, crouched in shadow, she pauses to strip down an observational terminal: from a distance the stripes and spots of neon circuitry patterned across her body seem to blend into the glow of the terminal itself. Closer inspection would nullify that assumption.

It also alerts her— fingers tapping away at holographic keys— to the sound of someone else approaching, head tilting back just slightly to angle her attention off behind her instead, confident enough in her positioning (as always) to assume it's a friend at her back instead of an enemy. Besides, so far out of the way, with Reinhardt channeling the power of Hasselhoff, who would bother tracking down shadows?

"If you need something shut down, it's gonna have to wait a momento— I need to make sure this security feed's locked into a solid loop before anyone else decides to get themselves into trouble."

PROMPT B - Call me beep me if you wanna reach me

She tries to lean less on her total stealth and more on her positioning as often as possible. This means navigating through the ventilation systems, maintenance routes and...well, bathrooms, actually. Anything that works. Her focus is camera feeds, lighting systems— and when necessary, locking and unlocking doors to either provide a means of escape or to bar an enemy from chasing down one of her companions.

Sometimes all it takes is a good bottleneck to win a fight.

There's a secure line always open: if you need something, call her— or Locus via the same channel; if you're outgunned, she'll drop the lights from the nearest terminal, while Locus can provide cover from any distance thanks to his cloaking abilities. Sure, her interest might be focused on the Legion's villainous enemies, but she's keeping an ear to the ground for an ally or two in distress.

WILDCARD

[OOC: Sombra is running stealth support for the entirety of the mission alongside Locus (who's been put on her babysitting duty watchlist by Wash himself). If you'd like to run with a different prompt than what's above, drop me a wildcard or hit up my ooc plotting post and we'll make it happen!

Additionally if you want Locus and Sombra together for any of these threads, drop it in the subject line and we'll duo tag in. :)]

THE SHREDDER SHREDS YOU (open!)

[fuckyouhamatoyoshi]

The man in the spiky metal suit moves slowly, but not as though he's weighted down by his steel. He's taking his time because he can, because there's no need to hurry because there is no one who can stop him.

His good eye locks with the eyes of everyone he passes, and if someone is so foolish to stand in his way he simply narrows his gaze and they scurry over to the side. He has no time for those who can't stand up to him and if there's any honor in him, it's there. Those who don't think they'll be a challenge, he will not challenge.

He's on patrol, that much is obvious. And when a hero happens to appear in his view, he doesn't stay long in their own. For a guy so huge and burned, he's amazingly swift. Perhaps they won't know that anyone is behind them until they hear the sharp sound of extending metal claws and a voice in the shadows.

"I was told I would be facing superheroes, the kind that children read in comics...But all I have seen so far is the children."

((OOC: All-purpose fight thread for any individuals or group that wants to face him! He'll be trying to stop any hero he sees, so feel free to have your character fight him wherever you like!))

Agent North Dakota | Stealth + Support | OTA for heroes and villains alike

[nofortunateson]

Being sworn in and having a crisis break within fifteen minutes of the last handshake and formality? If it wasn't for the actual video evidence of what's happening, North would probably laugh at the action movie timing of it all. As it stands, he's booking it into his armor, through the equipment depot to pick up a handful of gear he's never so much as shot a practice round with, and out to the transporter already behind schedule.

It's harried. It's hectic. And in a way, that's good, because for a day and change he's been stuck in the same tiny room without anything to do but reassure Theta, and pace the room, and do floor exercises like some kind of prisoner of war cliche. He's had nothing to think about but his own AI's anxiety and the memory of South on his back one moment and gone the next, lost to the electric ice shattering the air around him in the long stretch of terrifying seconds before he'd passed out. For all he knows she's still out there, missed by the people who found him, left to the airlessness and the ice and-

His brain skips over the end of that thought, always. She's fine, wherever she is. She has to be fine.

So the crisis, grim as it is - it's a black sort of blessing, too. Because he's used to being in the first wave, if not already set up and watching when the first obvious wave lands, and there's no time to think about anything but the work when he's behind schedule, landing planetside and setting himself up from a decent vantage-point first. It gives a nice view of what's left of the roof, which is probably the first moment he realizes just what he's signed up for.

He'll be keeping himself out of obvious lines of sight, sticking to his known talent of sharpshooting to pick at the opposition with stun rounds and his somewhat newer talent to try to protect what are apparently his new teammates. If you're pinned down and taking fire, don't be surprised if there's suddenly a domed shield over you and a chatter of covering fire while you regroup.

"Gotcha covered. Let me know when to drop the shield, okay?"


[OOC: North's brand new, and while he's mostly focusing on support, feel free to drop me a line if you'd like to plot another interaction with him. Similarly, he's probably staying mostly out of the line of fire, but any villains who want some fresh meat to shake down are welcome to find a tall candy-colored space marine prowling the periphery with a rifle.]

[i_got_this]

There's a little blonde mouse pushing a marble down the hallway. It's South. The mouse is South, and the marble is a bomb, and she freezes when she notices someone is there. Then, upon realizing who it is, she abandons her marble, runs tiny mouse-head first into the wall in an attempt to escape, recovers and disappears into a vent.

Then reappears a moment later to grab the marble and pull it in with her.

[steelandtemper]

"Thanks, sport, but this is a hologram," says the slightly-built blue and white woman he's protecting--who does in fact look remarkably unscathed for someone who was taking a hail of fire ten seconds ago. "The more they're focusing on it, the less they're focusing on anyone else."

Cortana looks the purple-armored figure up and down in a gesture that's purely for North's benefit; she's seeing through the studio cameras and the teams' omnicomms, not the hologram. While she does so, the Theta and the suit are on the receiving end of a ping with very high-level UNSC clearance as she hits their IFF for details. "Oh, hey, two of you in there. You must be Theta."

[resist_the_future]

Ramlethal needed to get in close to maximize her damage output, and her ability to regenerate could only take her so far. She was not the type to act recklessly, or overestimate her chances when they clearly weren't very high to begin with. Too much enemy fire, not enough of her to be able to return it.

She wasn't making any progress and frankly, was in a bad spot altogether.

Though that came to end once reinforcement finally made it.

Looking on, all she could do at the moment was nod and say "How long are you able to maintain this?"

General Woundwart

[strongest_of_five]

There's a rabbit in the hallway.

It's on the larger side of a rabbit, and that dirty sort of brown color of a wild rabbit. If you look closely enough, you'll see it's scarred - one eye cloudy. This is a rough rabbit.

The question is, dare you approach? For now it's sitting by, just off the side of the hallway, probably tucked behind a cabinet or trashbin or similar. It is still aside from an ever twitching nose.

It's just a rabbit, so how bad could it be?

[walkingballpit]

He's seen Monty Python, but that rabbit was cute, white, and incredibly healthy looking due to its steady diet of idiot humans who don't pay attention to warning signs.

Case in point, Robbie is checking this stretch of hallways, offices, and storage rooms to make sure there's no one trying to shelter in place or, worse, lurking minions guarding whatever Evil Plan B is.

There's a flicker of light, and a gleam catches Robbie's attention. It's the white eye of an animal, trying to hide behind a potted plant. It's some sort of dog - no, it's a rabbit.

"Hey, little guy." Speaking softly, Robbie slowly crouches down, to get a better look, but he was still two meters away from the hiding spot. "I'm not here to hurt you, see? You can come out, and I'll get you somewhere quiet."

For Roadhog and Junkrat

[rushing_by]

With the main studio cleared for Reinhardt and the others, Barry starts speeding through the rest of the lot, making sure there aren't any surprises lying in wait for the rest of the team.

Quickly, he spots an issue and manages to skid to a stop scant inches from disaster.

"...that's a lot of bear traps."

Really, when Reaper had mentioned them, Barry had expected one or two, not enough to cover most of the street between him and the pair at the other end.

"Anyone ever tell you that you've got serious issues?" he calls over to the duo.

[twomanapocalypse]

"Before or after We've blown 'em up? Cuz before sometimes, after it's more screaming and gurgling." Junkrat bounces in giddy gleee, waiting to see what supers came through- so many powers, so little time to see how they all went explodey. "Or nothing at all! So...you'd be the-"

He tilts his head to the side, counting on his fingers. "Third!"

Junkers

[twomanapocalypse]

Maybe it's a little lump. Maybe it's a sharp angle. A gangling to chain around the corner, a high, giddy laugh. The thunk tink of a booted foot and a pegleg- but they aren't stealthy. They aren't silent. Hard to be when you're half metal and mostly explosives bouncing around hallways or blinking with pretty little red lights- but they're there.

At the end of the hall riddled with beartraps, in a corridor lit up red from mountains upon mountains of bombs- or a hook slinging through the air aimed right at you-

These two are up and pumped and intent on causing all kinds chaos. Nice looking little whatsit you got there. Terrible if something happens to it- like. It blowing up. Or getting yanked away by a hook. Or blowing up!

[turntex]

The rest of the group seems to have shit under control on the main stage. So someone's gotta hunt down some of the rest of these minor baddies before they can escape or get the jump on all the heroes. Dave takes that job for himself. Not as glamorous, but hey, someone's gotta do it.

This is a time sensitive mission, so caution has been kinda low on Dave's priority list. Which is why he come dashing down a corridor recklessly and turns a corner to follow the echoing sounds of metal on metal only to find himself faced with a hall thoroughly coated in explosives, red lights on all of them helpfully indicating that they're armed.

"Fuck."

Felix ( + the Meta)

[mcscouty]

Nothing quite like having a bruiser at his back again. Of course, it's nothing like the old days. Nothing is, anymore, but a guy does miss having a partner he can trust.

The Meta's got his own goals, his own plans, and for now they coincide, but Felix isn't ready to put all his eggs in one basket quite yet. What he is ready for? Is this big payday they've been promised by taking out all these eager young pups running in to save their mentors.

At a glance, Felix doesn't really seem that intimidating. The amor bulks him out, but he's still obviously less of a physical threat than some of the other big boys clomping around. He doesn't even appear -- at first glance -- to be armed. But you can best believe he's got his knives handy.

And something even more dangerous, if you let him get to talking. Boy has an irresistible charm about him. Now? Worse than ever.

Of course, if you do find a way to get him to shut up and take him on in strictly physical terms, he's no slouch. And he's got a friend lurking in the shadows who's pretty sure you've got some tasty powers he'd like a piece of.

[ Just notate if you'd like to encounter Felix alone or with the Meta in tow! ]

I am prepared for trouble, please make it double.

[nofortunateson]

North's made his way around to an outskirt of the fight, eyes up for allies cut off and in need of an escort or bail out of a tight spot. A pair of soldiers in power armor definitely don't fit the bill. But one of them, North knows from the first glance through his thermals, and that makes him certain enough that his companion is an ally too.

The halls are a disaster, but there's enough redundancy to loop around quietly, call over once he's a corner away, a wry grin in his voice.

"Hey, Maine. Who's you new friend, there?"

Tex | Taking out the power suppressor

[a_shadow]

It's not as cut-and-dried as it had appeared when Tex was entering the building. She had been detained by encounters with villains—as silly as it seemed to think of them as villains—and had neglected to turn her invisibility back on once she was inside. But she had made it inside, which was the important part. Now came locating the power suppressor, which was going to be a feat, considering all the equipment that was visible in the vicinity. It wasn't like the target was labeled, after all.

"Time to fuck things up," Tex mutters to herself, leveling her weapon at the first piece of equipment she encounters. Though as much as she says that, she knows she does have to be careful. There are a lot of people in this building, and she doesn't want their rescue to turn into a conflagration instead. Otherwise, she'd just chuck a few grenades into the room and haul ass. No, Tex needs to work out the vulnerable area of each piece of machinery and take out just that section, and fast. Eventually, she knows, the power suppressor will be found and disabled.

A day of uncomfortable reunions

[short_changed]

Connie's been trying to stay behind the scenes as much as possible. It's bad enough that there's effectively an armour double of her on the enemy's side and she'd really rather not take on any friendly fire from the confusion. Her objectives are simple; get in a server room or comms room and mess with anything that looks like it'll hamper the broadcast or any restraints on the captured Legionnaires and hostages, and be a good distraction for anyone who needs it. Right now she's focusing on the former.

Or at least, she had been right up until she'd slipped into a power generator room and found an all too familiar armoured soldier already in there. She stops dead in her tracks as an uncomfortable cold shoots right down her spine. Question is, who's side is Texas on? If this goes poorly, Connie's more than ready to run.

"Agent Texas."

For Wash, Chief, Cortana, and (possibly?) Reinhardt

[legionnpcs]

At some point, these sieges always turn into a fox hunt. With Cortana's assistance, of course, getting lost is nearly impossible, but making sure that there's no ambush is also important.

The back halls of the studio are spacious enough, fortunately. It looks like someone already came through here, the cameras and hard light projectors have been ripped from the ceilings and a body, possibly recognizable as one of the mooks who took a few shots at Brainy, lies on the ground in the middle of the hall. Someone's twisted her head a full hundred and eighty degrees. They aren't getting up from that.

Otherwise, the hall seems empty. Flickering lights, closed doors, nothing too noteworthy. At least not until anyone closes in on the body or simply gets too far into the hall. At that point, the doors behind them slam shut and audibly lock, and at the end of the hall is someone who was absolutely not there a minute ago. The soft woo-pher of his breath fills the hall before there's a snap-hiss and the deep thrum of Vader's lightsaber igniting, tinting his end of the hallway in red.

He doesn't say anything. Or make a move for them. Yet.

Connecticut and Pillguy

[short_changed]

Following South in through the air vents and ducts had been easy. Easier for her partner, what with her malleable shape but Connie's no stranger to infiltration through tight spaces even with her armour. Given the number of power houses on both sides of the playing field it's better to stick to what she knows best. She'd seen the planning of other parties to save and free the hostages, which leaves the sabotage of the equipment and the facility to the rest of them. It'd be hard to send out a message if there's no way to broadcast it, right?

Connie crawls through the vents until she finds an unoccupied communications room. Whoever was in there must have been drawn out when the roof got caved in. In a blink she teleports through the grate of the vent in a crouch on the comm room floor, casting a quick glance over her shoulders as she rushes up to a computer and starts working her way into the system. It'll leave her a little open but hey, if there's a fire fight in here that'd more than likely do the trick too.

Re: Connecticut and Pillguy

[pillguy]

He'd been helping guard the hostages and keeping an eye on their survellaince when a very familiar set of armor popped up on the feeds. He immediately transferred his duties to someone else and made his way to the communications room in question to deal with this intruder himself.

He was grateful for the trek, as it gave him the time to compose hismelf. This wasn't some meeting of age-old rivals; sure, they'd been on opposite sides of a crisis before, but back then she'd seen sense - he's hopeful that she would again.

He doesn't make any moves to conceal his entrance, sliding the door open and then closed behind him as he would have done joining his team on the bridge of the Staff of Charon. He gives her a moment, taking a couple careful steps into the room. It might not be her. It could be similar armor. But with all the other Freelancers showing up, he'd be very surprised if it wasn't.

He takes his helmet off. His carefully trimmed mohawk has given up the ghost int he years following her death, the calculated optimism in his face tangled with lines of frustration and a deep seated anger, but his eyes still held the warmth for her, seeing her (god he hoped it was her). "Connie ... didn't expect to find you here."

[flyingmonkey]

Goldar waits, biding his time, near the audience. He isn't interested in going to hunt down the other Legionnaires, nor does he even remotely care which side ultimately wins this fight. He came here for one reason, and that was to kill the Red Ranger, and bring his head back to Rita and Zedd on a pike.

So Goldar stays. Jason won't be able to resist checking on the terrified audience, and when he does, that's when he'll strike.

[kingtyrantranger]

That fight with Shredder had been brutal. Jason would be feeling it for days, if not weeks, afterwards. His jacket had been shredded, so he ditched it, and the rips in his shirt had been enough that he'd just torn the entire thing off.

Cortana said she'd cover the audience. And he had every confidence in her. Just. He had to check himself to be sure, because from how busy the comms were it sounded like her attention was split thirteen different ways. And with the number of explosions he'd heard, it would bug him if he didn't at least check on things.

Goldar is, of course, on his mind. Wherever the ape was. But he wasn't the priority right now.