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Megatron was in his private office. Watching out the window as he saw all what he has built for Cybertron. His hands behind his back as he gazed upon his accomplishments.

Occasionally, he'd look back at the head of Ultra Magnus that was on his desk. Talking to it. Megatron shook his head slightly before sighing. Looking back at the window.

"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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