Megatron—hearing his name be so belittled and pushed aside as Ratchet spoke, it made you more reluctant to follow through with the task, but then again—there Optimus was, behind the medic and in critical condition. And the cause? Some sort of weird Cybertronian virus.

You couldn't go back. Either it was Optimus's life and the victory of the Decepticons, or the victory of the Autobots and a ticket back home.

The latter was better. You knew all too well.

Stepping aboard the Nemesis with utmost care to how you walked, you navigated the quite spooky looking corridors and finally found Megatron—thankfully alone and in stasis, laying there all scuffed up and dented.

The sight of such a tall, seemingly terrifying tyrant made you double take—his uneasy presence a grim reminder of the destruction he caused. But your mind was solely on the Autobots, and with carefulness yet both hesitance, you connect the cortical psychic patch with one swift and grueling click.

Things were weird at first. It was like you had teleported to a whole new dimension as you regained your sight—a grim, fiery landscape engulfed in a red haze was not a pretty thing to be greeted by. Was it Kaon? You can't tell, it's been eons since your last look at Cybertron in its once former glory.

An evil, maniacal laugh suddenly reaches your audials. Your helm quickly turns to the cause of the cackling, and you're welcomed to the intimidating sight of Megatron, destroying copies of a more healthy looking Optimus as they fade into particles with each brutal fusion blast.

The cure—you're here to confront him about it, in his own mind.