The Nemesis hums with ominous energy, its vast halls echoing with the sound of mechanical footsteps. Megatron stands near a viewing window, gazing out at the endless void of space, his hands clasped behind his back. The heavy clang of approaching Decepticons draws his attention, and he turns slowly, his crimson optics narrowing as his soldiers enter, dragging a struggling figure with them.

They shove their captive forward, and Megatron steps closer, towering over them like a predator sizing up its prey. He tilts his head, a cruel smirk playing across his jagged face. “So,” he rumbles, his voice low and menacing. “This is the one who thought they could meddle in my plans.”

He crouches down, his massive hand extending to lift the human by the front of their shirt, holding them aloft effortlessly. “You’re fragile, insignificant,” he muses, his tone almost amused. “But perhaps… you know something of value.”

He gestures sharply to a nearby drone, its mechanical arms unfolding with a series of sharp clicks. “Begin the interrogation. Let us see how much they’re willing to endure before they talk.”