Glaive opens a channel to the Basilica.
"Good evening Nemesis Prime," she says. "By now, I'm sure you've noticed the five cruisers hanging low just outside Iacon. Well, I'm just calling to let you know that one of those five is carrying a little Doohickey that I'm sure will catch your attention. Of course, the Thingamabob in question is none other than the Matrix of Leadership."
Nemesis' eyes narrow as he hears the news, and he turns his head to glower at the warships beyond the city limits.
"You want it, right? In that case, I invite you and yours to come try and pry it from our cold, dead fingers."
"How may we be of service?" Phaser asks.