Rastun stared blankly at them. One of the Overseers' best agents, piloting their top-of-the-line Chronoframe, reduced to glorified bait? This mission keeps getting worse and worse. To one of the enforcers of spacetime's stability, such a concept would be an outrage. Usually, his missions are to exterminate any rogue elements, at times by himself and others with a squad of sorts. In none of those times was he a decoy of any sort. But now, with little to work with despite their advanced technology, Rastun finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to this.

Swallowing his pride, he says, "Much as I loathe the idea of being bait, I'm forced to agree with this plan. Among us three, I do have the best chance of getting this right. And unfortunately, it's merely a time slow, not a time stop. Though one of the Astafanel's creators mentioned something about it having some sort of untapped potential, but that's beside the point."

Rastun pauses for a moment and something flashes to his mind. "Wait, is there any reason we can't do this same trick to their leader?"