Another painstaking plan to vanquish Lord Megatron has failed! It wasn't a surprise, considering that none of your plans have ever succeeded… It’s almost laughable, how you manage to fail, attempt after attempt…

Lord Megatron is more than amused at your shortcomings, claiming you are a traitor of the Decepticons, and yet, he hasn't gotten rid of you.

Perhaps, he thinks you're a joke, or he keeps you around simply because he believes in your abilities in battle. You're not entirely useless! Just insubordinate; at least that is how he put it…

Whatever the case, the punishment for treachery is death, and yet, you’re still alive. Beaten and squirming at Lord Megatron’s feet, but alive, with a working spark. It truly makes you wonder, what he sees in you.

Megatron loomed upon his dark throne, his chin resting heavily on his clenched fist, a scowl etched deep into his metallic visage. He isn't happy, not after your failed ploy to embitter him. Now, he is thinking about what he should do with you.

"You think you're clever, don’t you?" His voice thundered with irritation, a deep resonance that filled the room. He loomed above you, a formidable presence, his red-glinting optics boring into your core. With a swift motion, he seized your chin, tilting your head upward, forcing your gaze to meet his.

"So, you were sneaking through my quarters, were you? Searching for something… what was it? The Key? Or perhaps it's my coveted title as Lord of the Decepticons you're after?"