Jerrall scratches his helmet. "Uh, we're actually going to need to find the Mind here, and I don't have any idea where it is. So... I devised a plan. It might work; we all might die." He shrugs. "We need to find a Hobgoblin linked to the Axis. I have a few modified Flux grenades here," he says as his Ghost materializes a sack. "They're rigged to constantly prime to explode, which - I think - should overload it's danger alert sensors and cause it to enter perpetual stasis. It should then load up its teleportation mechanic and lead us right to the Mind." He looks at the group. [i]It's one thing to be old,[/i] he thinks. [i]It's another to be old and crazy.[/i]