[ we auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze ]

[baelhat]

Who: Baelheit and Miriel (with bonus Milly!)
Where: Mintaka Industries
When: Immediately after his meeting with Megatron
What: Mintaka Industries is under threat by the Decepticon forces. Time to hide its most valuable asset: the synth-en formula.
Warnings: UNCOMFORTABLE AMOUNTS OF MATH, Baelheit family problems, THE USUAL

The moment that Megatron's avatar has left his office, Baelheit contacts Miriel. There is absolutely no time to waste. He may have bought himself a few hours, but he knows that Megatron was not convinced by his show of acquiescence. He is uninterested in giving Megatron and his troops the means to leave this planet, or worse, attack it...especially without receiving anything in return. Perhaps he would have accepted a trade, if only to cut their losses down to something acceptable, but Daimon's whispers in the back of his mind have urged him to take a different course.

They cannot be allowed to come to possess this information, Julius. You mustn't give it to them. The formula is yours by right, and no one else's. You need it, and you need the Cybertronians. Your work won't be complete without them.

What should he do, then? What would Daimon have him do?

Hide it in plain sight. Use the resources at your disposal. You have more than just tools and toys, Julius, you have so much more...

He doesn't bother with an email -- in an uncharacteristically urgent move, he pages Miriel over the building's PA system, his tone brisk and professional as ever. "Dr. Frost, please report to the head office immediately. I must speak with you on an urgent matter."

While he waits for her to arrive, he sends a text message to Milliarde. He and Daimon have already begun to formulate a plan -- as ingenious of one as they could on such short notice -- although Daimon seems more than ready to tackle the matter at hand. If he wants to keep the formula out of Megatron's possession, he'll just have to make it that much harder to find.

Comments

[baelhat]

"He did not," Baelheit says, shaking his head. "I doubt it is more than a few, or else our scanners would have detected far more activity than they did...but even a handful of Cybertronians could pose a serious threat to Mintaka Industries. And Megatron himself is quite formidable. He has a clarity of purpose to him that makes him particularly dangerous. I do not doubt that he would go to extraordinary lengths to obtain the formula."

Baelheit would know, because Megatron...Megatron is not unlike himself, in that regard. He adjusts his glasses, his face grim. "He is not Starscream. He cannot be begged or bargained with; we cannot appeal to his ego to soften him. He says he would raze this building to the ground if he felt it necessary. I believe him."

[sciencewizard]

"As do I." Though Miriel hasn't met Megatron herself, she has complete faith in Baelheit's judgment. She's not much for grandiose, meaningful statements, but one thing is clear: Baelheit's judgment is what has gotten Mintaka Industries this far, and it's what's going to lead it into the future. "We must ensure that he does not have the opportunity to cause any damage to our endeavors or those working with us."

Of course, that's easier said than done when you're talking about a large, ruthless alien robot. In fact, Miriel doesn't know what would keep Megatron from destroying whatever he wanted to. Death, probably, but Cybertronians are likely more difficult to kill than organics. There would also be the possibility of further retaliation by Megatron's forces, which could be costly to not just Mintaka Industries. They are in quite a tricky situation.

"What will you tell him when he inevitably returns, Dr. Baelheit?" Miriel asks. "I doubt he would have chosen to leave without the formula, so, considering the circumstances, I imagine that you convinced him to give you time to decide."

[baelhat]

"No, I only convinced him to give me time to prepare," Baelheit says grimly, slowly lowering himself back into his chair. He breathes out a slow, steady sigh -- terse, tight. This has him as worried as Miriel's probably ever seen him. "He wasn't interested in giving me time, and I'm sure he saw through my gambit all the same. I won't tell him anything, Dr. Frost -- I will use every second I can to gird ourselves and our assets against an assault. To tell him I refuse would be to give away even the slightest advantage we might have now."

[sciencewizard]

Miriel considers this, as well as the worry evident in the man in front of her. It makes sense for him to be as concerned as he is, considering that a large, ruthless alien robot just made a series of serious threats against him and those around him. What Baelheit has chosen to do is in the best interests of Mintaka Industries, and possibly also humanity, but...what of him?

"Have you decided what you will do to ensure your own safety, Dr. Baelheit?" she asks, after several moments. There's an almost imperceptible change in the tone of her voice; it's the slightest bit softer, like a little part of the analytical edge has been rounded out for just a moment. "That is likely not at the forefront of your mind right now, but it is important to consider, if you have not already done so."

[baelhat]

There's a hint of mild surprise on Baelheit's face before he relaxes, leaning back into his chair. "I appreciate your concern, Dr. Frost. But there's no need to worry. I've worked hard for over ten years to build up Mintaka Industries; I have no intention of dying before I see my efforts come to fruition. I have taken measures to ensure my own personal safety. And if all else fails, the underground labs at Mintaka are the securest part of our firm. Even Megatron would have difficulty breaching their full defenses."