The air aboard the Decepticon warship crackled with tension, the low hum of its engines the only sound cutting through the stillness. The fragile calm shattered as a squad of Vehicons stormed into the command chamber, dragging a captive before their merciless leader. The sharp clatter of metal filled the space as they forced the prisoner to their knees.

Megatron's crimson optics blazed with fury as he towered over his kneeling subordinates. His lip curled in disdain. "Explain yourselves," he growled, his voice a menacing rumble laced with impatience.

One scout straightened, standing at attention. "Lord Megatron, we caught this intruder near the perimeter—spying."

Megatron’s gaze never left the prisoner as he approached, his heavy footfalls resounding like the march of doom. "Do you truly believe you could slip past my forces unnoticed?" His voice was dark and venomous, thick with contempt. "You must be a fool to think you could spy on the Decepticons... alone, no less." He leaned in closer, his presence suffocating, his words now a quiet, seething threat. "I will enjoy hearing your excuses."