--

Niraha shook her leg back and forth. Megatron was pacing. Not only was it interesting because the ground shook with every step, but he was thinking about something. And he paced. Interesting.

"What do pets do?" Niraha asked him when he paused in his pacing.

"They…. obey. You will obey me!" Megatron shouted at her angrily, as if she had said something resilient.

"Okay." Niraha agreed. Sounded like her life already. But cooler.

"Are you a world betrayer?" He demanded suddenly.

Niraha thought. Was she a 'world betrayer'? "…Can you betray something that doesn't expect anything from you?" She asked the metal-man.

"No! You foolish being!!!!", Dude had anger issues. The red-eyed hell-bringer roared almost every word out of his…whatever he had.

"Then no." Niraha responded lightly, going back to shaking her leg.

"Where are the Autobots?" He asked, still acting like the terminator.

"The what?" Niraha craned her head back to look at him.

"The other side, you foolish thing!!! The green optic-ed!" He raged.

Hmm…. so there was others to counterpart this…villain? Niraha assumed that was the same assumption. Green optic-ed? He must be referring to those glowing lights where eyes usually were.

"I've never seen any." Niraha responded, picking at her shoelaces.

"Ah…so the cowards remain hidden! Fools!" He laughed (?) evilly. He seemed to be rather dramatic. Like he was used to instructing a huge, angry mob.

--

Megatron wasn't sure what he was going to do with this human now that he had claimed her as his (very submissive) pet. After she informed him of the Autobots cowardice, he started planning his revenge. 'They will pay! But how?', ran across his processor.

He glanced back down at the strange human; she had her back to him now. He carelessly scooped her up, wishing there was a yelp to ignore. He was certain there was something wrong with her. He was almighty! He should be feared!

Alas…."Where are we going?" Came the calm question. He wasn't sure why he honored her with an answer.

"To find the Autobot scum!" He declared, raging again.

"Shouldn't you find some kind of disguise?" …. The fleshling had a point. He set her down again.

"Watch this you weakling! You shall be in awe of my glory!" Megatron exclaimed, believing every word he was spouting. He activated his, now dry, transformation cog, transforming into the military issue jet he had scanned years ago.

He watched her face expectantly. 'The mortal shall see my mighty power now!!!'

She almost looked bored. "Subtle." Was all she said.

"SILENCE! YOU WILL COME WITH ME AND BE IN AWE! NOW!" Megatron raged, opening the cover of his cockpit as instruction for the human to climb inside.

She did so without resistance. 'Most likely frightened out of her feeble wits.' Megatron thought arrogantly, trying to convince himself he really believed it.

--

Niraha had never been in a jet before. Hell, she'd never been in a new car before. Surrounded by buttons, she folded her hands in her lap, quietly watching the ground below out the window.

'I wonder what the Autobots are like?' The thought made itself known blatantly.

For some reason she hoped they were like Megatron. She liked him. So…honest. Simple. Undeceiving.

There was a strange crackling on the radio of the now-jet, followed by a familiar series of click and whirls. 'I bet he's talking to someone.' Niraha thought. She helplessly let it go after that.

--

Megatron called Starscream, he wasn't sure why. But for some reason that mech always knew exactly what he shouldn't and Megatron was counting on that.

Starscream recognized the frequency before even responding. "My Lo-Lord! It is a-a joyous day!"

"Silence, you little traitor." Even being gone for so long, Megatron knew it was still a fact. "Tell me of the Autobots! Where is Prime?"

"M-my Lord!?! Surely you wish to be briefed first? At our glorious new base?" Starscream sputtered across the line.

"TELL ME!" He yelled at the twit.

Starscream anxiously communicated the coordinates. "My Lo-" Megatron clicked off the line, having no more need for the treacherous fool.

'Prepare yourself, Prime!' The thought carried promise, or at least, Megatron thought it did.