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Drath, though he may not know the proper terminology for it, is well aware that he is in deep, deep slag.
His surveillance -- now extremely limited, due to the fact that they were on to him and took many, many precautions -- shows they already figured out both the human-thing and the slave trade thing. Already. He had vaguely wondered if they would find a clue he'd lost, but never expected it this soon.
Now he had to think on the spot. And soon, because one of the Decepticons was (impossibly!) missed by the synthoid technology, and of course it had to be the one that could walk though walls and turn invisible. Things do not bode well four our villian.
In the confusion, he grabs a random henchman by the collar and yanks the poor soul into his office. "We need a distraction," he says simply. "Something to get that thing out of my warehouse."
"W-well, maybe we can find someone dat knows 'bout excorcizin ghosts, and--"
"It's not a ghost, you fool!" Drath spits, "it's a Decepticon. And I want it gone." He frowns a moment, finalizing the plan that is forming in his mind. "Split the troops. He's a Decepticon, and Galvatron's their leader. He'd go for Galvatron first." Damn it, which one was Galvatron again? "All the humans with horns, put on a shuttle. Tie them up, and put it on autopilot." He smiles. "Aim it for some asteroid. They'll scramble to rescue it."
"Only da horned ones, boss?"
Drath nods. "Those, I believe, are the higher-ranking ones. That will draw their attention away long enough. Do it."
His surveillance -- now extremely limited, due to the fact that they were on to him and took many, many precautions -- shows they already figured out both the human-thing and the slave trade thing. Already. He had vaguely wondered if they would find a clue he'd lost, but never expected it this soon.
Now he had to think on the spot. And soon, because one of the Decepticons was (impossibly!) missed by the synthoid technology, and of course it had to be the one that could walk though walls and turn invisible. Things do not bode well four our villian.
In the confusion, he grabs a random henchman by the collar and yanks the poor soul into his office. "We need a distraction," he says simply. "Something to get that thing out of my warehouse."
"W-well, maybe we can find someone dat knows 'bout excorcizin ghosts, and--"
"It's not a ghost, you fool!" Drath spits, "it's a Decepticon. And I want it gone." He frowns a moment, finalizing the plan that is forming in his mind. "Split the troops. He's a Decepticon, and Galvatron's their leader. He'd go for Galvatron first." Damn it, which one was Galvatron again? "All the humans with horns, put on a shuttle. Tie them up, and put it on autopilot." He smiles. "Aim it for some asteroid. They'll scramble to rescue it."
"Only da horned ones, boss?"
Drath nods. "Those, I believe, are the higher-ranking ones. That will draw their attention away long enough. Do it."