~Megatron~ TFP

Megatron stood on the ship's balcony, smoking a cigarette, the moon illuminating the surroundings, casting a dark light upon him. He was lost in thought: the recent battles with the Autobots had taken a heavy toll on him, he was tired, and a little rest would do him no good, but he knew he didn't have time for it. He had been standing there for some time now.
You were part of his team and always helped, but you didn’t understand why: seeing that he had already smoked half a pack, you decided to approach.