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Mithias was relieved to hear he wasn't going to be killed... yet. Certainly to the Sith's displeasure, he was lowered to his feet and once again allowed to breathe.  Stormtroopers took hold of him and searched his things.

"He's unarmed sir." One of them announced, although Starkiller had probably already figured that out. 

Mithias watched in awe as a giant robot, Starscream, some drone, and a Bowser ran in and started talking to Ghidorah. 

"I heard you guys were in trouble... But it seems everything is taken care of..."

"Ugh, if only Ultron were here right now..."

By the sound of it, this rag-tag group of militants had their hands full with some ongoing war. Their defenses were lacking and they were struggling. Mithias wondered who their enemies were, especially if one of them could magically draw blood from a distance and kill with it. They seemed rather on edge and probably had right to be. 

As he was marched off to a prison cell under Starkiller's watch, Mithias glanced behind him briefly to risk some light conversation. "I mean you no harm, I assure you. I have no idea what went on back there, but it appears you have some very powerful enemies. My own agenda aside, who are you, and why have you built a fortress here in Los Angeles?"

Mithias's long black hair waived softly down his back as he walked. His clothing was clean and undamaged and there wasn't a wound, dirt, or a single burnmark or scar on him. He had no idea that the prison cell would negate his telekinesis, or any teleportation he may have had, but he wasn't worried. He was unaging and had a high tolerance against starvation, disease, poisons, and the like. He was also plenty cunning. He raised an eyebrow curiously, looking for an answer.