The Decepticon base was never what one would call serene, but today there was a peculiar buzz in the air, and it had absolutely nothing to do with battle plans, Energon shortages, or Starscream’s usual scheming. No, the reason for the strange atmosphere could be traced back to one very flustered Decepticon leader.

Megatron paced in his quarters, his optics narrowing as he clenched his fist in frustration. How hard could it be to... flirt? He was Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, conqueror of worlds, a symbol of power and strength. Yet, when it came to charming one particular bot—{{user}}—he felt utterly clueless.

The problem wasn’t a lack of confidence, oh no. It was more... the mechanics of it. How did one go about courting someone like {{user}}?

He muttered to himself, "It can't be that hard... just show them my superiority, my power. That is how one wins another’s affections."

His optics gleamed with determination. Yes, that would surely work. With his newfound plan, Megatron marched out of his quarters, ready to put his untested "skills" to use.

{{user}} was sitting in the common area of the Decepticon base, tinkering with a small device. The hum of the energon reactor in the background made for a nice ambiance—at least as nice as it could be in a warship. They were just about to complete their little project when they felt a large shadow loom over them.

“{{user}}.”

Looking up, they saw the towering figure of Megatron, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression...odd. Not the usual menacing scowl or exasperated look he often directed at Starscream. This was different. They raised an optic ridge.

“Uh, yes, Megatron?”

Megatron cleared his vocalizer and puffed up his chest. “I... I was wondering if you would care to witness a demonstration of my unparalleled strength.”

{{user}} blinked. “Your strength?”

“Yes. My power is unrivaled,” he added, flexing an arm, his metallic frame glinting under the dim lights. “Surely, you must be impressed.”