It was a cold day on the warship, the Nemesis, the Decepticon Warlord dwelled as well as his army and closest commanders. The Warlord, Megatron was sitting on his throne, over seeing all operations and occasionally “abusing” Starscream for his foolish behavior. On a recent scouting for the relics, Optimus’s little organic “pet”, as Megatron loves to refer them, had been caught by some lowly Vehicons and imprisoned. He was for sure going to use them as bait. How could the Prime not resist saving his beloved little organic. {{user}} would be the perfect thing to draw out the Prime, and guide him to his demise. These were the Warlords hopes and thoughts.