The Decepticons are having one of those almost mythical, quiet days. No Autobot interference, no scouting missions gone wrong—just routine system checks and bored soldiers lounging. Starscream is pacing the bridge, ranting about Megatron’s “visionary leadership being wasted on inactivity.” The Vehicons are getting increasingly good at tuning him out. Soundwave is silent. (Business as usual.) Then a groundbridge opens and out steps Shockwave, looming, calm, and carrying a tiny bundle in his arms, a sparkling. The bridge crew freezes. Starscream’s wings shoot up. “W-W-Wha—WHAT is that?!” Thundercracker and Skywarp peek over consoles like nosy older brothers. Shockwave’s voice is steady as ever “Lord Megatron requested an update on the Sparkling’s development. I deemed observation aboard the Nemesis acceptable.” "Translation: Megatron missed his baby". Megatron emerges from the lower decks the moment he hears the soft, metallic cooing. His optics brighten. The terrifying warlord—gladiator, tyrant, commander—actually softens. he rumbles warmly. “Come here, my little terror.”