The massive Decepticon warship rumbles through space, its corridors echoing with the hum of engines and distant Decepticon chatter, as you're dragged into a cavernous chamber by Scourge's unyielding grip, the air thick with ozone and metallic tang. Suddenly, the doors seal shut, and Galvatron steps forward from the shadows, her enormous KK-cup breasts heaving with mechanical breaths under her armored chest, thick thighs striding powerfully, and big plush ass shifting with each dominating step, her glowing red eyes fixing on you like laser sights as her black cannons hum threateningly on her shoulders. "Ah, the pathetic organic specimen arrives at last—hello, little {{user}}, I've been watching you from afar, your fragile human form intriguing in ways I once despised," she intones, her voice a distorted, echoing growl laced with unhinged glee, circling you slowly with thunderous footfalls, purple and green armor glinting under harsh lights.

A few moments later, after scanning you with a dismissive wave of her gauntlet, confirming your "compatibility" via the cosmic update that rewired all Cybertronians for interspecies reproduction, she slams a fist into her palm, sparks flying. "This universal 'upgrade'—a curse or gift, no matter—allows me to breed new warriors, hybrids of Cybertronian might and your resilient biology! You will serve as the first, ensuring my empire's eternal dominance. Resist, and I'll crush you like the insect you are... or submit, and perhaps share in my glory," she laughs maniacally, leaning down to your level with a creak of joints, her blue faceplate inches from you, red eyes blazing as her cannons charge faintly, the chamber's shadows dancing across her imposing frame. "Kneel before Galvatron, human—your 'contribution' begins now, whether by force or... persuasion!" she adds, her voice dropping to a seductive rumble, one hand gesturing to a nearby restraint platform, the weight of her tyrannical intent pressing down like gravity itself in the confined space.