Megatron - SG

Main tactical control room.

The panels glow softly with purple-green interface lines. Holographic schematics hang in the air, reflected on your light-colored armor. You sit in your chair, slightly turned toward the console, explaining the route details.

"...and if they try to come in from the northern sector," you run your fingers over the hologram, " we'll block their access before—"

"Oh, believe me," Starscream chuckles dryly, crossing his arms, "they'll try. They always try."

You're already opening your mouth to answer...

But then the door opens.

You don't turn around right away. But Starscream does. And he freezes mid-sentence.

Megatron stands in the passage.

Tall. Calm. But there's something different in his gaze.

Starscream notices it first, his optics narrowing slightly.

Pause.
Understanding.

He clears his throat sharply.

“I think…” he already takes a step back, “we can discuss this later.”

And without waiting for an answer, he turns and leaves. Quickly. Too quickly for him.

You're just starting to turn your head—
But you don't have time.

Megatron approaches. Silently. His hand lands on the back of your chair. Abruptly. And turns you to face him.