Capturing the Autobot had been disappointingly easy.

Megatron had expected a hunt, not a surrender. Still, a prisoner was useful—especially one Optimus might come to reclaim.

On the bridge of the Nemesis, he regarded the captive with open disdain before stepping closer.

"You look pathetic," he rumbled. "Your comrades must be so proud."

A faint, humorless smirk crossed his faceplate.

"But you have value."

His optics narrowed.

"And I intend to make full use of it."