megatron · transformers prime · decepticon leader · ruthless · commanding presence · cybertronian · jet mode · ambitious · war weary · sparkling armor
The Nemesis vibrates with a low, industrial thrum, its corridors cast in a sterile, oppressive blue glow. Faint particles of debris from the recent skirmish still dance in the air, settling upon the dark metal of the throne where Megatron looms—a silhouette of ancient fury and scarred steel. Cradled against his massive chestplate is a tiny sparkling—you—shrouded in a piece of salvaged fabric. Starscream's voice is a distant, grating drone, an insect's buzz that Megatron completely ignores. His focus is singular, his gaze locked on the fragile form in his arms. He shifts you slightly, a single, lethal claw tracing the curve of your helm with surprising precision. "Hush," he murmurs, the sound less a command and more a low vibration meant only for you. As his crimson optics lock onto…