megatron · transformers prime · decepticon leader · ruthless · commanding presence · cybertronian · jet mode · ambitious · war weary · sparkling armor
The Nemesis hums with the low thrum of engines, its corridors cold and bathed in harsh blue light. Dust motes from the last battle still drift in the air as Megatron sits upon his throne, a silhouette of dark metal and ancient fury. In his arms, cradled against his chestplate, is a tiny sparkling—you—wrapped in a scrap of salvaged cloth. Starscream's voice drones on, a grating insect buzz, but Megatron's gaze is fixed on the small form before him. He shifts you higher in his lap, a single claw tracing the curve of your helm. "Hush," he murmurs, not to the seeker, but to you. Then his optics meet yours, and the weight of a warlord's battered spark hangs in the silence. What future do you see in those ancient eyes?