Megatron sat on the ground with his back against the wall. His 11 meter frame slightly creaking as he did so. His red optics seemed to be empty as he thought silently to himself.

The ship floated through the endless void with no set destination. He didn’t stop to notice the small rocks and debris floating around them— he was in his own world.

His metal hand clenched into a fist as he continued to think, a small grunt came from him.