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Saturday: 1000 hours, Nemesis

Brittnianne scoffed as she paced her quarters. Her fellow comrades were with her, sitting wherever they could find room in the dimly lit, and small space. "Who does that airbag headed, blown up ego, stupid, over sized, Man think he is?" She crunched the wall beneath her fist. "'And get back to the ship before I ban you'," She flinched her fingers. "I'll ban you!" The other girls flinched under her voice and she kicked the door. "I'd like to see you in those so called Pit's of Kaon, I'm sure you're a riot!"

"I could take care of you for him when he's asleep," Moesha punched her fists together with a sly grin.

"Poison his coffee," Rylee piped

"Guess someone didn't check their Cyber-whatever biology." Dana snapped at her sister.

"Like you're a scientist."

"Like you're one either."

"GIRLS!" Brittnianne rubbed her temples and growled. "I don't care, just shut up. Megatron has an ego, and a big one, you want to take him down, you hit him where it hurts." Her eyes locked on to Breonna when she saw the girls hand shoot up. "Yes?" She groaned.

"The uhh," Her optics crossed as if she were looking at something extremely closely. "Glutimus Maximus, or whatever is near it."

Moesha covered her mouth with laughter and the twins followed.

"Oh grow up," Brittnianne growled.

"Hey, if you wanna hit him where it hurts," Moesha chocked through laughter.

Brittnianne narrowed her optics at everyone before silencing them. "I meant in the ego! He protects that thing like it's a baby bird, and we need to snatch it from him and make him watch as we crush it beneath our grip. Then he'll have no choice but surrender to me and give me the title that I deserve. I practically controlled our world, who's to say I can't this one?"

"He knows more about it," Breonna commented.

She punched the wall next to her and growled darkly. "If I wanted a snarky remark, I would have said it myself." Lifting herself back up, she brushed her servo's down her helm and took in a deep breath. "We need a plan, and a good one."

"And a fast one, I'm hungry," Breonna complained, her head dropping for a moment.

Brittnianne grumbled under her breath, sliding her hand down her face. "I swear, I'm living with a batch of Tweedledee's and Tweedledum's."

Moesha stood up. "Hey, don't forget we've pulled you out of a lot of things. We're not just accessories, we're human beings."

"Hmmm," Britnianne smirked. "Would you say that about, say, your father?"

Moesha sat back down, her head lowers. "Whatever."

Taking the berth across from the ground, Brittnianne sat and stared them all down. Her mind was formulating the perfect plan, and before she could speak it, it had to be fine tuned within her brain. Megatron was a brute, and a very egocentric one at that. He was a psychopath, with narcissistic tendencies. From all of that, he was a bully, and bullies didn't react well to one thing. Lack of attention from their efforts.

Of course, that wasn't enough, but it was a perfect start.

Smiling, she rubbed her servo's together. "Alright everyone, here's how we strike down Megatron."