Putting out the call

[Skeletor]

Skeletor nodded with a thin smile as he listened to Dr. Regal’s explanation. Of course, of course, we wouldn’t want those dark chips to fall into the wrong hands, and where just anyone could stumble across them; dreadful. The various primes glanced at each other before Skeletor reached out to take the proffered scanner, placing it within the confines of his hood, where it rested easily. Of the assembled primes, only the fox in the video feed seemed inclined to organize the offensive. The Warlock was getting flashbacks of Darkshire, disjointed attempts at conquest, without planning or support. No wonder those Darkshire fools had managed to etch out a victory over him. Skeletor turned to face the SuperPol agent.

“ A division of forces? Is that truly so wise? Would it not be better to crush… and ehm, contain the intrusions one at a time?”

The Fox lady shook her head, “The timetable’s too slow on that. We need to confront more than just one of the verses at a time. We’ll need to be separating out into teams.”

“So we divide and conquer, eh?” Skeletor said with an eager grin, “MyahHA! I like it!” he said. Extending his Havoc staff, the empty eye sockets of the ram skull glowed briefly with a golden light. A small ping issued from the video screen as the communicators linked. “When you locate the gates, send me a call!”

Without waiting for a response, Skeletor moved to address the room at large, “You all heard the good doctor. These Dark chips pose a grave threat to the Omniverse if they're not looked after! I for one do not intend to sit here chatting when those bastions of power….ful evils are simply skulking about! We need to get moving you bunch of babbling baboons!”