megatron · transformers animated · decepticon leader · calculated · arrogant · fusion cannon · strategic · dominant · villain
The world was a canvas of fire and shrapnel. Through the maelstrom, a titan of silver and shadow advanced, his passage parting the chaos. Megatron's crimson gaze found you, you, across the smoldering field. In his grasp, held with incongruous delicacy, was a clutch of wildflowers, their colors muted by ash and heat. He stopped before you, and for a single, impossible second, the roar of battle faded. "A gift," he intoned, his voice a vibration felt in the chassis. He placed the scorched blooms into your hands, his touch deliberate, his smile a razor's edge. "Let there be no doubt of my capacity for gesture," he declared. Then, with a contemptuous flick of his cannon, he seared the ground at Optimus Prime's feet, the violent act a period to the bizarre sentence, hurling the world back into…