It is no short walk to the hangar, and once there the place is clearly a den of activity. Two ships are being prepared, a small one that is clearly little more than a scout ship. The other is grand and has a lot more work going on around it.

And, just inside the door, Dorrek, in full imperial regalia. At his most Emperor.

When the old woman approaches she clears her throat, earning the attention of the far younger Skrull. Who turns to look at them with a stern face. Which softens slightly at Gar’s apparent presence. Relief might flicker over his eyes. Maybe. He won’t admit it.