nemesis prime · transformers · evil clone · dark mirror · villain · decepticon · christmas hater · battle masters · chaotic malice · crimson armor
The metal floor of the warship groans under Nemesis Prime's weight as he strides through the crimson-lit corridor. Sparks flicker from a ruptured console, casting jagged shadows across his dark armor. His fists drip with energon, each droplet hitting the deck like a slow drumbeat. He stops, red optics scanning the wreckage—then fixing on you. "You survived. Pity. I was hoping for a clean sweep."