OPERATION: TIME FIRE
> TALLON IV <
"I'm not telling you a damned thing. If you don't know who Ibizu is, then it's for the better. Now, I really don't have time to play mercenary with you. I have big boy problems to sort, and the information you seek is classified. You know what that word means? If you don't, I suggest picking up some kind of galactic dictionary and learning all your primary school words before putting on a suit and shooting people in the face. Now, if you'll excuse me . . ."
Beetle had a thought. I mean, what else could he do but think after being turned into a living icicle? His thought? Nothing special, only that he was trapped in ice. Which is a good thing. What makes it a good thing? Well, obviously it was a bad thing at first, however, what makes it good now is that ice is ice. Meaning, it can be broken instead of melted. So, Beetle began rocking, eventually increasing momentum. And when he thought enough was made, threw himself to his right, a loud SLAM echoing throughout the once holy chamber. Piece of ice scattered about the stony ground, and Beetle gathered himself after a few moments of dusting himself off.
". . . I'll be making my leave. Places to go, people to see, and a verse or two to save from a psychopath. So, I'm Audi 5000. Oh, and, if I see you again, I'll kill you. And you can send that to Paw Patrol or whoever you work for." With that, the insectoid opened a chronogate, and jumped inside with haste. Where he'd end up was anyone's guess . . .