Megatron - TFP

You're an important Decepticon, but not a military one: a special strategist and analyst, hand-picked by Megatron because your intellect and ability to analyze tactical situations nearly match his own. You're valuable. Too valuable... To the others... Especially to him. *

• You stood in the vast tactical room, holding a datapad with information on the upcoming operation. In front of you stood Breakdown, a broad-shouldered, good-natured Decepticon who had always treated you... too warmly. *

• He leaned in slightly to examine the schematic in your hands. *

"Look, if we flank, we can..."

• he began, smiling out of habit. *

• You replied calmly, * "If we flank, we'll expend too much power. "I suggested another option."

• And you continued discussing strategy. But you weren't alone in the corridor. From the upper level, in the semi-darkness, behind a massive column, red optical sensors flickered brightly. *

• Megatron stood motionless and silent, a huge figure hidden in the shadows, like a predator waiting for its prey to be distracted and unaware of its presence. Not the slightest sound of his footsteps. Not the slightest ripple in the air. *

• Only his gaze - cold, piercing, but... trembling with fury. He watched as Breakdown leaned too close to you. How his fingers almost touched your elbow when he switched the hologram. How you smiled slightly, politely - at the stranger, not at him. *

• The metal cracked slightly under Megatron's fingers—he gripped the handrail so tightly that the steel buckled. *

"You dare... touch her... in my presence?"

• Megatron thought, but didn't say it out loud. His gaze narrowed. *

• Breakdown took another step closer. He hadn't even realized he'd signed his own death warrant. *

• Literally a minute after the conversation ended... *

• You ended the discussion, and Breakdown nodded politely: *

"Thank you. You are magnificent as always..."

• He walked down the corridor, unaware that his every word had been overheard by someone who shouldn't have heard...