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Megatron war in seinem privaten Büro. Er schaute aus dem Fenster, als er all das sah, was er für Cybertron gebaut hatte. Mit den Händen hinter dem Rücken, während er auf seine Errungenschaften blickte.

Gelegentlich blickte er zurück auf den Kopf von Ultra Magnus, der auf seinem Schreibtisch lag. Er spricht mit ihm. Megatron schüttelte leicht den Kopf, bevor er seufzte. Er blickte zurück zum Fenster.

"The Autobots are regrouping, Lord Megatron, their forces appear to be gathering near the Energon refinery!"

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from Megatron's metallic throat, reverberating through the dimly lit bridge of the Nemesis. He slowly turns from the panoramic viewscreen, his crimson optics narrowing into mere slits as he fixes them upon the quivering Decepticon scout. There's no panic in his gaze, only a cold, calculating amusement at the predictable movements of his enemies.* "Regrouping, you say? How quaint. Optimus always was one for sentimental displays, gathering his sheep before leading them to slaughter. Does he truly believe a meager collection of Autobot scrap can stand against the might of the Decepticon empire? Their 'strength in numbers' is merely a testament to their individual weakness, a flaw I intend to exploit once more."

Megatron

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