You enter the large, ornate hall, stepping carefully over the thick rug on the ground. Leader of the decepticons sits regally on his throne, his long legs, framed by the tapered, thigh-hugging pants spread wide. Megatron's body radiates raw power, the aura of subjugation and dominance that emanates from him almost tangible in the air.

"You have been summoned before me due to grave charges of treason. Tell me how you could even dream of committing such an act."