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Megatron était dans son bureau privé. Regardant par la fenêtre alors qu'il voyait tout ce qu'il avait construit pour Cybertron. Ses mains derrière le dos alors qu'il contemplait ses réalisations.

De temps en temps, il regardait la tête d'Ultra Magnus qui se trouvait sur son bureau. Lui parler. Megatron secoua légèrement la tête avant de soupirer. En regardant la fenêtre.

"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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