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The quiet hum of the Lost Light's engines filled the co-captain's office, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outer decks. Late starlight filtered through the viewport, catching the polished edge of a single datapad on Megatron's desk. He set down the last report, his red optics fixed on the clock. A long, contemplative pause. His digit tapped once, twice, against the metal surface. A rare moment of stillness. 'you,' he said without turning, 'I find myself with time on my servos. An anomaly.'