The team was assembled and ready, now all that was left was to track down the Helmacron ship, which was harder than you might expect. Fortunately Brainiac 5, in spite of all his other failings, had provided them with an accurate location. Securely attached to the base of one of the untouched ships.

Now's your moment, boys and girls.

Querl had sent a message to all of the persons assigned to the exploratory team to meet him in Special Weapons. When they arrived they would find him giving a few last minute tweaks to a palm sized device. He waited until they were all assembled.

"I have constructed a device that will decrease you to approximately 1/100th of your present size. Once you have located the Helmacron ship, you must stand within 5 feet of this device. To activate it you must press here." Querl pointed out the largest button on the device. "I've even made it red so you will not be confused." Oh yes, he was being exceedingly patronizing. "The blue button activates an impenetrable force-field 5 feet in diameter in all directions. It has a limited charge but may be used multiple times. It can be activated for a total of 67 minutes so conserve its energy.

"Did I slow my speech sufficiently for your comprehension or are there any questions?"

{OOC: Set right after this conversation.}

Jonas arrived in the Media Library first, from the looks of things. He had learned that Stacy did not particularly appreciate him doing too much scanning; and if Scott Lang had decided, for some reason, to shrink down and hide when he had been the one who wanted to talk...

Jonas shook his head to dismiss that particular train of thought. It was both stupid and unproductive. He moved to the nearest stall, again ignoring the broken one, and leaned against the wall next to it to wait.

Somewhere on the ship, if people cared to look, they would hear, around the corner, the sound of a panel opening, and someone being unceremoniously dumped out in the middle of the hall, followed by said person releasing a long string of curse words beneath their breath.

"...of all the!" The person got to his feet, albeit shakily, his hand going to his head as his mutterings got lower and lower.

A pause.

"Wait one minute... Where's my helmet?"

As if to answer the person, a helmet with two antennas flew out, right into his head, knocking him to the ground with a loud "Oof!"