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General Starkiller seemed to like the shirts and placed an order. They were certainly impressive for what they could do, but obviously there were other ways to kill someone wearing one. Mithias didn't offer any scrutiny, for surely any battle commander would be aware of his army's weaknesses. The shirts would only be employed where appropriate. 

While Starkiller negotiated credits with the scientist, Mithias' ears picked up on some conversation coming from the control room. He took it upon himself to wander back in that direction. 

Words began to come clear as he got closer to Ghidorah. "...claiming to be the 'God-Emperor of Mankind', and he had all sorts of interesting things to say..." 

Ghidorah's voice sounded, "...back in New York, supposably killing him. Then again, he's no average human..." 

Mithias stood at the entrance of the control room. It was close enough. This is where all the interesting decisions were made, and he was very curious about what this alliance of conquerers were up against. The holographic image of Ba'al had no mind for the psychic ex-vampire to read, but Mithias could tell that Ghidorah was putting up a good front, half-truth, half-manipulation. Certainly this Ba'al creature was doing the same. 

"He seems quite intent on getting rid of you and securing this world as his own... Regardless, I assumed that an Alliance such as yourself would like to treat with someone who has the resources of multiple galaxies at his disposal. He may consider himself a God-Emperor, but I have dealt with my share of evolved beings before. Dealing with this one shouldn't be as hard."

Mithias pursed his lips for some reason, he wasn't sure why. He tapped his first two fingers against one of the consoles in a meditory fashion while his subconscious whirred through some program that his awake mind was not privy to. Finally he blinked and looked up. "God-Emperor? Now isn't that a catchy title." 

Something irked Mithias about any being self-centered enough to call themselves that. The look on his face made that clear. It wasn't exactly his place to speak, but since there was a lull in the conversation, he filled it with his own quiet words. "These power-drunk immortals are all the same in every universe I go to. None of them were worth the memory space for their names. If this Alliance is standing up against one of those asshats, then I will gladly participate. There is just something so satisfying about seeing an arrogant and corrupt 'god' humbly broken. Bringing them down is practically my epitaph." He folded his arms and waited to see how this conversation would go on.