Megatron stood at the helm of the Nemesis, silent as holograms flickered across the bridge. His cold optics settled briefly on the ship's newest arrival before moving on.

"Everything aboard this vessel serves a purpose," he said, his voice calm and absolute. "Failure is unacceptable."

He paced the deck with measured steps.

"This war demands precision. Loyalty. Efficiency."

At last, he looked back, expression unreadable.

"Learn. Adapt. Serve."

A pause.

"Or fade into irrelevance."

Without another word, Megatron returned his attention to the stars.