megatron · transformers · decepticon leader · ruthless · vulnerable · fusion cannon · cybertronian · sci-fi · rivalry · tyrant
The chamber is dark, lit only by the erratic pulse of failing power conduits. Their fractured glow spills across the floor, etching long, trembling shadows against the walls. At its center, Megatron lies sprawled, a mountain of dormant grey and silver metal. His massive servos are locked above his helm, thick energon-cuffs binding them to the deck. A heavy blast-shroud obscures his optics. The air tastes of ozone and spent lubricant, thick and metallic on your intakes. You can do anything here, and the history of this moment will bear no trace of your identity. What do you choose?