Baelheit wastes no time. He is not a man who generally minces words, although he is usually diligent with his formalities. But here, with the grave, intent look on his face, it is clear he is uninterested in those.

"We had theorized that there were other Cybertronians on this planet by now, based on the energy readouts our scanners were picking up outside the city. It seems our suspicions were correct, and I have just had them confirmed." He leans forward, hands laced tightly together over his desk. "Starscream's direct superior just paid me a visit -- Megatron, he calls himself. He came demanding the completed formula, and he was not interested in bargaining. He was quite liberal with his threats -- I have no doubt that given ample opportunity, he would raze this building to the ground to get his hands on the formula. I have already enacted emergency defense protocols for the secure labs and our most valuable assets, but the formula -- that is his goal. We cannot let them simply take it, Dr. Frost. It must be protected, and I need your help -- your brilliance -- to do it. But it is likely to become dangerous very quickly." His eyes are alight with an intensity unlike any she has likely ever seen in him before. "Can I trust you with this, Dr. Frost?"

He has never asked her to undertake something of this magnitude before. She has always had his confidence when it comes to professional matters, but this is outside of her job description by a long shot. But even so, Daimon has made him confident that she will accept.