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His internal chronometer goes off, waking the vehicon from recharge. Optics burn brightly behind the visor from the excess energy given off by a large spark. Wait. Visor? Megatron raises a servo to his helm and sits up. He’s in the barracks?

Why is everything so large? He stares for a moment at his own servo. Or rather, the servo of a vehicon soldier. Visor. Barracks. Small.

Slag.

His first thought is to locate Soundwave. The spy wouldn’t be able to fix this, but he would surely help. Ignoring the other soldiers that are preparing for their shift, a lone vehicon storms down the halls with all the authority in his stride as Lord Megatron. Needless to say, he earns more than a few stares.

As Megatron lays down to recharge, thinking too much of things he shouldn’t, the magic takes hold. His cracked purple spark separates harshly from his frame and a duplicate appears in its place. Megatron’s essence flits through walls to the Vehicon barracks, seeking out a particular frame before invading it, consuming and absorbing the spark of the soldier within. 

His energy floods the systems of a frame half his normal size, easily overloading more delicate circuitry. The vehicon soldier seizes violently in his berth as a result, letting out strangled cry that wakes those nearest to him. Something is tossed at him in an effort to make him be quiet, but it doesn’t register. The vehicon falls limp back to the berth, energy crackling across his plating.

Drone D-16 will not wake until morning.