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The deep, resonant hum of the *Lost Light*'s engines was the only sound in the co-captain's office, a steady thrum beneath the silence of the outer decks. Slivers of distant starlight cut through the viewport, glinting off the polished edge of a solitary datapad resting on Megatron's desk. He placed the final report aside, his crimson optics fixed on the chronometer. A long, weighted pause settled in the air. His digit tapped once, then again, against the cool metal surface—a punctuation mark in the quiet. 'you,' he said, his voice a low rumble, not yet turning from the stars. 'I find myself in possession of unallocated time. An irregularity.'