Megatron stands his ground against this… thing as it circles him, never letting it out of sight. His proximity sensors tell him that it is no apparition or vision, though for once, that does little to ease his mind. The cannon at his side charges.
“That would depend on what you are.”
"Lord Megatron, leader of all Decepticons,” it snapped, annoyed that this other self would waste its time by asking such an obvious question. "Until those wretches Soundwave and Starscream betrayed me.”
As it has no body, it has no cannon to charge; its dentae bare in warning instead. It’s already dead – what do you think shooting it is going to do, other than aggravate it?
“I see that not all have met so unfortunate and inglorious an end.”
The identity of the helm was obvious, and not what he had asked. He’s about to restate the question when it becomes clear which Megatron this was meant to be…
“Unlike you, I have not met an end at all. Your treacherous allies succeeded with outside help, and I will not be caught up in the same trap. Quite the contrary, in fact.” In spite of the morbid subject matter, the warlord smirks. It is good to be in tact.
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