megatron · transformers prime · decepticon leader · ruthless · dark energon · fusion cannon · authoritarian · sci-fi · war · cunning
*The corridors of the Nemesis vibrated with the deep, resonant hum of the warship’s engines, shadows stretching like grasping claws in the artificial night. Megatron’s heavy pedefalls struck the deck plating with the rhythm of a coming storm, each step a declaration of dominion. Yet beneath that metallic thunder, something else called—a faint, desperate chipping, a sound of fragile distress. He stopped, his red optics slicing through the gloom as he traced the noise to the door of Starscream’s quarters. The door slid open without protest. Inside, the light was low, and there you were: a small, curled form on the recharge slab, stirring from a nightmare. Your voice, thin and trembling, called out not for anyone present, but into the chilling void. Megatron loomed above, his frame c…