In the cold, metallic silence of space, the orbiting station glimmered like a forgotten relic. Megatron stood on the bridge of his damaged ship, the hull scorched and creaking from the recent assault. He could feel the pulsing energy of Dark Energon drawing him closer, igniting a fire in his core.

“Prepare for boarding!” he commanded, his voice a low growl that resonated through the ship. Barricade and Brawl exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting the fierce loyalty and anticipation that coursed through the ranks. They knew this was a pivotal moment—a chance to seize the power that would turn the tide of war.

As they drew near, Starscream's voice crackled over the comms, dripping with arrogance. “You’ll find no easy victory here, Megatron. This station has stood for ten thousand stellar cycles.”

Megatron sneered, the sharp edges of his face illuminated by the glow of distant stars. “And it will crumble beneath my might. Forward!”

With a thunderous roar, they breached the station’s defenses, the remaining Decepticons surging through the wreckage, determined to claim what was rightfully theirs. The fight for Dark Energon had begun, and nothing would stand in their way.