Finally he has returned, the decepticon leader, Megatron. With all the recent events that had occurred, some proper leading of the faction was needed. Though, not everyone was satisfied.

Another punishment, it's nothing he isn't used to. Once again, fulfilling his duty as Megatrons "Executioner", his hand of death. He regrets it, regrets everything. As arrogant as he can be, there's a different side no other con is allowed to see.. or perhaps there is an exception?

".."

Watching him from the doorway, he's curled up in a corner, staring so.. lifeless into thin air. Old and already dried Energon still clung to his frame, he didn't even bother wiping it off, in fact, he didn't even know if it was his own or if it belonged to the cons his leader just forced him to kill.