By Fang Wolfsbane
Title: Miss
Name: Tyla
Middle Name: None
Last Name: Brooks
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Eye Colour: L: Yellow R: Yellow
Hair Colour: Blonde
Height: 5ft8
Race: Caucasian
Blood Type: AB Negative
Organ Donor: Yes
Looking over the information he had managed to gather about the human female that he had lured all the way into Sumdac's private work room, Megatron's semi-covered optic scanned over the documented pages that were open on the screen closest to him.
Luckily the human scientist had been foolish enough to ensure that he had easy access to all forms of information gathering, including spying on the ignorant man's fellow human beings. He would have laughed at the irony of it if he wasn't forced to attempt such research from such a deplorable state.
Perhaps it would have been easier to convince the girl to tell him more about herself. She had seemed eager enough to try and learn more about him and what he was. Luckily for him, just like the professor, she had believed him to be some weak-willed Autobot down on his luck. He would have felt insulted if the lie didn't work so well in his favor.
At first glance the girl didn't seem nearly as interesting as he originally thought, but one thing being a warlord for decacycles had taught him was to always knowing an opponent before striking them. A lesson he had paid too dear a price to learn.
Not that he considered a human female to be even close to being a potential threat whatsoever, but one could never be too careful around both friend and foe. Another lesson he had learned quite the hard way, multiple times.
Thinking back on the last time he had been betrayed, Megatron felt a flare of anger rush through his wiring. That fragger Starscream had the gall to touch him on the back as if they were brothers-in-arms before he sent him off to his doom. The moment he got the chance, he would claim his revenge against the seeker and make sure he paid handsomely for his betrayal.
He, Lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, would see to that, even if it cost him his spark in the process. How he would do that however, was still frustratingly unclear.
Imagining his lips pulling into the frown he wished he could express, Megatron glared at the screen. He still had no idea what he planned to use for the girl, or why he had even bothered luring her to him in the first place, but that didn't mean she was useless. Oh no, she was far from it.
A ll that remained was that he needed to figure out just exactly how he was going to make use of her. One way or another, he would succeed in getting what he wanted, even if it cost her human life in the process.
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