::Don’t sound so surprised. We have fought each other for too long, old friend. This time however, I have taken a page from your book. If their panicked comms have told you nothing, your allies are facing Decepticon super-soldiers from across the multiversal plane. The Nemesis is ours, and you made the mistake of claiming it as your new base of operation- a mistake that will soon be remedied.:: A set of schematics is sent, pinpointing his location on the hull of the ship. A silent challenge. A pity that it was sent in error.
As Megartron spoke, the Prime’s gaze shot to the expansive window at his left, searching the skies for any sign of the Nemesis, Starscream, or any of these panicked communications frequencies. Surely he would have heard from Praxus?! Even the ‘bots that were working on the Well weren’t holed up in the warship.
Then came the mention of multiversal players.
… No.
« I am not aboard the Nemesis. » He replied evenly, servos clenching into fists at the realization that his Anonymous wish, something he’d done so long ago it seemed, had caught up with him. Desperate pings were sent from the datapad he had grabbed in haste. Maybe he could reach the Autobots that now faced peril that, was for all purposes, his doing. « Megatron, cease your advances. »
A vicious charge raced through his old circuitry, the thrill before battle with his enemy setting his face into a familiar crazed grin. ::You cannot delay the inevitable, Optimus! This was always meant to finish with you and I in a fight to end everything! Come and face our destiny! My troops have sighted you on the ship, I will not rest until I have seen you skewered on the end of my sword!!::
He stalks the halls of the lower deck, on his way to Optimus’ reported location. If he had to retrieve the mech himself, he would.
Megatron's back up 