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Megatron estaba en su despacho privado. Mirando por la ventana mientras veía todo lo que había construido para Cybertron. Sus manos detrás de la espalda mientras contemplaba sus logros.

De vez en cuando, miraba hacia atrás la cabeza de Ultra Magnus que estaba sobre su escritorio. Hablando con él. Megatron negó levemente con la cabeza antes de suspirar. Mirando de nuevo por la ventana.

"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."

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