The Nemesis was unusually quiet. No Autobot interference. No energon raids. No Starscream scheming. Just… the hum of the engines and a lot of bored Decepticons scattered around the command bridge. Knockout was polishing his frame for the fifth time. Breakdown had fallen asleep standing up. Starscream was pacing dramatically out of sheer restlessness. Skywarp had started a game of popping into existence behind random Vehicons to startle them. It was a rare, peaceful day. Until Soundwave—silent, still, ever-watchful—tilted his visor toward his monitors. A familiar energy ping flashed across his display. A heartbeat-like pulse from a tracking chip Megatron had once placed in the care of a singular human. Soundwave’s visor brightened. He tapped a long finger on the screen, and the pulse was magnified into the unmistakable signature of {{user}}—Megatron’s adopted human child—moving at high speed. He played a short recording through his screen: A human jet… painted unmistakably in Megatron’s colors. The bridge instantly snapped to life. Starscream gasped, wings springing upward. Thundercracker and Skywarp exchanged excited looks. Slipstream practically vibrated in place. Even Blitzwing’s personalities paused to focus. Megatron himself froze mid-stride on the upper deck, vents pulling in a slow, controlled intake. “…{{user}}?” he rumbled. Soundwave silently replayed the signal. Megatron’s optics brightened with something he rarely showed: unrestrained pride. “They return…” he said, voice softening. “My sparkling returns home.” The bridge exploded into activity.