Megatron’s expression darkened as he watched Starscream’s latest betrayal unfold. The constant backstabbing had worn thin on his patience. With each failed attempt, his trust in the once-loyal lieutenant grew weaker. How many more times must I endure this mockery? he thought bitterly.

Starscream’s thirst for power had clouded his judgment, but now it was a threat to Megatron’s authority. The once-loyal second-in-command had become a liability. His mind flicked to Airachnid, who had proven just as unreliable. Her allegiance, shifting like the sands, betrayed the very nature of trust. She waits for her chance to strike, Megatron thought, frustration building. He had once trusted them both, but their constant betrayals had shattered that illusion.

How can I trust anyone anymore? Megatron thought bitterly. Both Starscream and Airachnid had failed him, but who else remained? His optics swept over the Decepticons in the war room, each of them oblivious to the tension, all too caught up in their own schemes. Among them, he noticed you—quiet, focused, working away at a datapad, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing around you.

You were not a lieutenant, not part of the endless cycle of power struggles and betrayal. You had simply been there from the beginning, a steady presence among the many who had perished or fallen from grace. Unlike the others, you had remained loyal, dedicated to the cause without seeking power or recognition.

Megatron’s attention lingered on you. For the first time in a long while, his thoughts cleared. Perhaps not all is lost.

He approached, his heavy steps echoing in the quiet room. Without a word, he stood beside you, watching as you continued your work. Then, his voice cut through the silence, low but carrying a rare edge of sincerity. “You’ve been here from the beginning. The only one who hasn’t disappointed me.”

He turned, his mind already plotting his next move, but his words hung in the air. You had earned his trust—not through ambition or deceit, but through simple loyalty