A/N: Here we are, with the obligatory Halloween-ish episode!
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As the Decepticons' stay on Earth continued, they became further interested in all the human festivities and cultural holidays. Of course, when Miko had told them about this 'Halloween', a time for dressing up and telling scary stories at the end of the month, the crew of the Nemesis had begun preparing for the big day.
"No Hook, further left!" Miko shouted, guiding the medic as he hung up a string of pumpkin-shaped lights over the doorway into the main recreational centre. Having not been used much other than for the odd-ended small social gathering, the rec room of the ship had not seen much use, as better suited areas were available. However, the party that Steve, Waspinator, and Barricade had planned out required the biggest room suited for the job. A much better option than using the less than desirable cargo holds or hangars.
"Woah, watch out!" Miko yelled at Barricade, who had just walked in, nearly running into Hook.
"Oh, sorry about that." Barricade said, stopping in his tracks to make sure he didn't mess anything up.
"Ah, your fine, 'Cade. So, any news when we're getting more supplies? I'm running low on these decorative light thingies." Hook said.
"Steve and Raf went out to get some more. But, I did bring some more streamers to hang across the ceiling."
"Yezz, Wazzpinator was running low on festivity streamerzzz." Waspinator said from where he was hovering nearby, stringing the black, orange and purple streamers from end to end across the ceiling.
Miko looked back to Barricade, the police-bot having a smile of reminiscence on his face.
"What are ya' thinking about, Barricade?" Miko asked.
"Huh? Oh, just thinking back on past Halloweens. It wasn't until a few decades after Blackout, Airachnid, and myself landed here that we got to experience it for ourselves during a night out with our first human charges."
"Wait, so you and Blackout were someone's guardians too? And Airachnid had one before Jack? What were they like?" Miko asked excitedly at the prospect of meeting other humans who knew of the Decepticons.
"Heh, well, I've been sworn to secrecy on Airachnid's charge. But if you must know, my charge's name is Daniel Witwicky, now a police officer up in Oregon. I spend most of my time with him, so that's why you don't see me around often."
"Cool. And what about Blackout?" Miko asked.
As Barricade was about in answer, the loud pounding of heavy metal footsteps came ever closer, until the large helicopter-former in question lumbered through the doorway, agent Fowler perched on his shoulder as usual.
"Close the door next time you talk about me, hearing my name only draws me closer," Blackout said jokingly. "But really, what was it you were talking about?"
"I was just telling Miko here about our human charges, and was about to mention yours. But, seeing as your here now, would you care to?"
"Ah, yes of course." Blackout said. He then picked up agent Fowler, and set him down next to Miko. "There. Unless you two have forgotten meeting each other, now you do. I've been stuck with William ever since… well, most of his life really?"
"Woah, you've been watching over old man double-oh-seven here since he was a kid?"
Fowler sighed. "Yes, he has. And please, don't call me that. You act enough like a small Skywarp already."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Miko said, a sly grin on her face.
"I knew his father first though, he was an early member of what eventually became the group that runs Decepticon-Earth relations," Blackout said.
"So, any idea what you guys are going to dress up as for the party?" Barricade asked.
"Ooh! I'm gonna be a witch! No, maybe a samurai! Uh, ok, maybe I don't have a solid idea yet," Miko said with a shrug.
"Hehe, why don't you go as Breakdown! That'll either freak him out, or make his day," Hook said with a hearty chuckle.
"Well, I know who I'll be going as. Yoketron, an ancient master of martial arts who united warring tribes to form what's now Praxus, my hometown." Barricade said.
"I don't think they make costumes your size, Barricade. How are you or any of the other 'Cons gonna dress up?" Miko asked.
"Nothing some scrap metal and a lot of cardboard can't do," Barricade said.
"And any clue what the others will be?" Blackout asked.
"Not a clue. Guess we'll just have to find out during the party."
A few days went by, as the decorations were set up about the large recreation room, and the night of Halloween rolled around. And Steve was very glad he had managed to convince Megatron to let him use the room, as there were many more attendees than was anticipated.
"I must say, this certainly is quite the crowd," Megatron said from where he was standing besides Steve and Airachnid. The large silvery gray mech had, to the surprise of many, dressed up for the occasion, having removed his war plating and donning his old gladiator armor and shield.
"Yeah, Miko sure seems to have sold a lot of the crew on the idea of Halloween," Airachnid said. The spider-bot had taken a more extreme measure in her costume, having entirely changed her paint into black, gold and dark purple, now with purple optic mods, with a black tarp around her for a cape, and a black witch's hat.
"Oh yeah, she was around helping out with the setup almost the entire time," Steve said, who in the hassle of making sure everything was set up perfectly, had forgotten to get a costume together.
"I think she ran off with 'Cade to get her costume, so she'll be back soon."
"Well, I'd sure hope so," a new voice said, as Breakdown, along with Knockout walked up to the group. Breakdown had painted splotches of green across him, and covered in tattered tarps, and Knockout had adorned himself in a shimmering black and silver paint scheme, with a short red cape flowing behind him.
"Woah, nice costumes. But uhh, what are you supposed to be?" Steve asked the new arrivals.
"I went with a 'vampire', the Earth equivalent of a Spark Eater. And I must say, I think I did a pretty good job with this getup."
"And I'm 'Franenstein's Monster.' Couldn't tell ya much about the story, but the whole idea of bringing back the dead seemed cool."
"Well, good to see that you two got into the spirit of things. I think Skywarp and Thundercracker are still trying to get Starscream into costume," Airachnid said.
"Thundercracker isn't resisting? I thought he held himself in too high regard for something like a costume party." Breakdown asked.
"It would seem that his usual, how you say, pretentiousness has lessened over time, since we arrived here on Earth" Megatron said.
"Aw c'mon, surely I deserve some credit for making old stuck-up live a little," Skywarp said, as he appeared before them, seeming to have startled all except Megatron.
"What? Oh, don't tell me your still not used to me doing this."
"It doesn't help that you do it right in front of us," Knockout said.
"Well, when their something strange in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call?" Skywarp quipped.
"Heh, nice one" Breakdown said.
"I'm afraid I do not get it." Megatron asked, looking over the odd jumpsuit that Skywarp had managed to fit himself into.
Skywarp facepalmed, and gestured to his costume. "Ghostbusters. Thought it would be funny to dress up as one given my current state."
"Hey, don't hog all the attention, Skywarp."
The group turned, and saw Thundercracker had arrived, and had actually dressed up. A cowboy hat sat upon his head, and a poncho covered most of his torso, and a makeshift holster held a fake old-west revolver.
"Oh, your that Eastwood guy or something, right?" Steve asked.
"Yes, Clint Eastwood. I must say, I wasn't really expecting much out of Earth media, but after watching a bunch of old movies, I have grown a new appreciation for it." Thundercracker said.
Starscream ended up being the last to arrive, looking a little embarrassed. His costume wasn't much, a few brown and beige tarps thrown over him as makeshift robes. Steve stifled a laugh at laugh at just how awkward the air commander looked.
"Gotta say, wasn't expecting you to come as a Jedi," Steve said.
"Yes, well, those Star Wars films stood out to me, I suppose." Starscream said.
Next to join them was Barricade, who had gone all-out with his costume, having repainted himself the gold and black scheme of Yoketron.
"And my good looks aren't all I brought. Breakdown, I think you dropped your mini-con." Barricade said, as he picked up Miko, who had been hiding behind his head, who was dressed up almost exactly as Breakdown, if not a little crude.
"Woah, Miko. Now that's impressive." Breakdown said, taking her in his hand.
"Had there been a best costume contest, you just might have won it," Airachnid said with a laugh.
Suddenly, Megatron received a ping over comms, from Soundwave no less. However, the as expected informal message read with a sense of urgency, simply stating, /We have a situation. I need you here now./
. . . . .
Stepping onto the dimly lit bridge, Megatron found Soundwave stood at the central terminal at the front of the bridge, silently working away as always.
"Honestly Soundwave, we must stop meeting like this," Megatron jested. The masked intel officer showed no outward reaction, only turning to face Megatron as he walked up to him.
"Observation: There appears to be an intruder trying to break into the ship," Soundwave said as he brought up one of the exterior cameras on-screen. In the dark of the cloudy night, they saw a disfigured crimson bot with blazing green optics, roughly the size of an average Cybertronian, clawing away at one of the sealed entrances.
"By Primus, what is that thing?"
"Unknown. Scans show no spark signature. However, I have determined a possible local of origin." Soundwave said, as the screen now changed to show the expanse next to the ship, and where there was once a concrete filled hole in the ground, was now broken apart.
"That thing, it's those scraplets? How is that even possible?" Megatron pondered.
"Another unknown. However, unless we do something about it now-" Soundwave switched the camera back over to where the creature was, showing that it transformed, or more aptly, moulded its hands, now climbing up the side of the ship with long, sharpened claws, "-I do not think we will be able to stop it once it gets inside."
Megatron sighed, having hoped nothing of major concern would of happened on this night.
"Very well then. I'll place the troops on alert, but try not to ruin their fun. Keep me updated on it's position, I'll get a team to go after it myself."
"Inquiry: How do you plan to handle a congealed entity of scraplets?" Soundwave droned, tilting his head in confusion as to what Megatron had planned.
"Nothing too extreme. It seems to be just a beast, no more dangerous than what you and I fought back in the Kaon Pits, so it will be dealt with as such." Megatron said, an almost cocky grin appearing on his face, a sight Soundwave hadn't seen since long before the war.
Not wanting to hinder the disposal of the creature crawling around on their ship, Soundwave simply let Megatron leave. He made sure to contact the right 'Cons to keep an eye on their leader, just to make sure he didn't go overboard.
. . . . .
By the time the "Scraplet Monster", as Megatron had described it, reached the flight deck on top of the ship, Megatron had already gathered a strikeforce at the hangar doors, the proximity alarm flashing red overhead, informing them that their target lie right outside.
"This is… freaky. You sure we should be fighting scraplets, sir?" Gary asked, transforming his arms into blasters, as he aimed forwards and readied to fire.
"This beast seems slow and lumbering, so I see no reason to be too worried. However, we still do not know what it is capable of, so-"
"So we blast the lil' fragger on sight, an' make sure we don't let up on 'em," Motormaster bellowed, blaster primed and readied.
"Very well then. Open the doors, and let's get this over and done with," Megatron said, as a vehicon went over to the terminal, pressing in the proper commands, and the hangar doors began to slowly open, revealing the near pitch-blackness of the night.
"What the… ain't the damn thing supposed to be here?" Motormaster asked, firing off a few rounds to check for certain there was no beast.
"Soundwave, it's too dark, can you activate the exterior light-"
The lights went out in the hangar, and the faint whirr of power going off was heard, only the red emergency lights remained flashing, strobing across the hangar bay.
"Ok, now I'm very freaked out." Gary said, hunching back, head darting around to see if he can spot anything.
In the darkness, a figure dropped down from the roof of the hangar, but nobody saw until it was too late. A scream was heard, a poor vehicon at the front being the first one it got, it's tendrils latching on and disassembling their body as it drained the energon from their systems.
Other Decepticons scrambled to their now dead comrade, as the rest of the team fired wildly in the scraplet creature's direction, any shots that landed seeming to be negated by the beast contorting itself, shifting itself to make holes for the rounds to pass through.
Then, it leaped at the vehicon who had been at the control panel, who resorted to fighting back the beast bare-handed. Clearly week, the creature didn't last long, and pushed it's captive right into Motormaster. Then, it did as they had feared, and dissipated into separate strands of rust red fragments, and scattered off into the vents.
Megatron, now fully aware of the situation, desperately wished no one else would die this night.
"I'm losing it, 'Screamy. I can't fragging take it anymore!"
"Trust me, I'm well aware that your scared Skywarp, but please, you have to remain calm," Starscream said, as himself and two brothers wandered the dark halls of the Nemesis. It seemed that in some point, this creature had managed to take out not just the hangar bay's lighting, but that of the whole ship. Thankfully, they had enough power to ground bridge the kids back home, with agent Fowler staying on the bridge of the ship.
"Remain calm? Gee, why didn't I think of that! First I become some kinda pseudo-ghost, we learn that Acid Storm died, and now there some sort a scraplet demon onboard the ship killing everyone!"
"If becoming a ghost is at the top of that list, you must not have been paying attention to the past four million years of hell." Thundercracker said, his large cowboy hat in hand.
"Shh," Starscream went, stopping in his tracks. He looked up, to where he could have sworn he heard the skittering sound of countless small metal legs in the vents overhead. Not hesitating a moment more, he aimed his null-rays up, and fired upon his intender target.
With the ventilation shaft now blasted open, the swarm cascaded down onto the floor, slowly coalescing into a familiar form, that of a deformed Vehicon. It simply stood their, emerald optics observing the three seekers before it.
"Ah frag, you just had to let the thing loose on us, didn't ya?" Skywarp said.
However, even with Starscream being the closest to the creature, it locked onto Skywarp, and shoved passt Starscream, and leaped over Thundercracker to get at the hovering seeker.
"woAH HOLY PRIMUS GET IT OFF ME!" Skywarp screamed, as the creature managed to get a solid hold of his leg after a few tries, clawing through his costume.
"..Must… feeed…" the creature groaned, attempting to breach Skywarp's veins.
Kicking at the beast, and igniting his thrusters in it's face, he managed to rid himself of it, and warp to the other side of his brothers.
However, they watched in awe as the amassment of scraplets began to reformat itself before their optics, its legs now bulkier, and ending in thruster heels, along with wings almost exact to that of a seeker. It's arm also folded outwards, 'transforming' into a curved blade, and pointed it at them challengingly.
Reacting out of instinct, Starscream pulled out a golden hilt from his subspace, and from it erupted a glowing energon blade.
"Didn't you give up swordsmanship?" Thundercracker asked warrilly, as the creature slowly stepped to them.
"However intelligent this monster may be, I'd recognise a want for a duel anywhere. And I may be a bit rusty, but what kind of Crown Prince would I be if I declined?"
"Oh, yeah, like some scraplet would learn honor from attacking and killing other bots." Skywarp quipped, still keeping well away.
"It took parts of those soldiers in the first encounter, and parts of you in case you hadn't noticed, so it's not impossible." Starscream said, as he walked up to the creature.
However, Starscream overestimated the honor-code of an amalgamation of scraplets, as he was swiftly sucker-punched by the beast, as it started to fail its blade wildly. Recovering just in time to avoid a blow to the spark chamber, and thrust his blade forth into where the T-Cog would of been on a normal Cybertronian. However, it only created a slit in the creature, and it slashed the seeker's blade away.
"...Star-flyer fights good…" it droned.
"Ah, so it is learning…" Starscream lamented, knowing that it would soon be able to properly fight back after observing his own movements.
"To hell with honor!" Skywarp yelled out, as he blasted off one of the hanging lights above them, and swinging it by its cord, hurled it at the scraplet creature, sending it skidding across the floor. It didn't lake long for it to lash out with it's tendrils, and started breaking down and consuming the light that was pinning it down.
"Ok, time to move!" Thundercracker said, as he grabbed Starscream and Skywarp, pulling them in the opposite direction, and running off.
. . . . .
The night went on, and Starscream's report of his run in with the creature only put the ship's crew further on edge. The Constructicons had been slowly going about and repairing the internal damage done by the creature, with Soundwave trying to better locate the damage via a barely still functioning terminal, but it seemed that as fast as they repaired it, something else would get wrecked elsewhere.
Steve and Airachnid were currently on their way to where the creature had last been sighted, where it had attacked members of the Constructicons' repair crew.
"Alright, what's the plan should we bump into this thing anyways?" asked Steve, who had had his arms transformed to blasters since the moment word came about the thing being onboard.
"Well, from what little we know so far, it's only weakness is direct physical attacks, as blaster bolts barely do anything to it. And from what Scrapper said, it was wandering around in its solid form."
"So, it's making itself a better body? I mean, I guess that makes sense, given how its been taking bits of other bot's bodies and making them its own."
However, their talk was cut short, as in the distance they heard the scraping of metal against metal, and a low growl.
"Uhh, I think we found it," Steve said in a hushed tone, as the two moved forward with an even greater air of caution, Airachnid switching to her spider mode for better stealth and maneuverability.
Rounding the dark corridor is where the found the creature, feasting upon two more dead Vehicons, it's tendrils draining the energon from them as it gnawed on their armor with its grotesque maw.
"Hey, Airachnid?" Steve asked, voice trembling.
"Yes, what is it?" Airachnid replied.
"If we don't make it out of this, there's something I wanted to tell you-"
But Steve was cut off then, as the monster reared its head, clearly having been made aware of their presence. It retracted its tendrils, and lunged towards the two of them, who managed to react in time to jump out of the way, the beast falling face-first on the floor.
Quickly, Airachnid began spinning webs on the downed creature, making sure it was secured, whilst Steve commed Megatron, letting him know of their situation. However, her webbing wouldn't be enough, as it began to shift itself around the sticky mesh, optics darting around.
"...forgive..meeee...must...feeeed…" It hissed at them, as it shifted itself into what could only be described as a crude alt-mode, a drill of some kind. It then pointed itself downwards, and with ease, bore straight through the floor, and went off elsewhere.
"What. The. Pit," was all Steve could mutter, as they both stared at the hole in the ship, and subsequent holes in the creature's path.
From behind them, the sound of heavy footsteps running came closer, and soon Megatron had arrived.
"What happened here?" he asked, just as bewildered as his two troops.
"I… I think it stole one of their T-Cogs," Airachnid said, pointing over to the two dead Decepticons. "It made itself an alt-mode, that's for certain."
"Hmm, I see." Megatron said, stepping over to his fallen Decepticons.
"Tell me, what else happened here?" Megatron asked.
"Well, when we got here, we found it feeding off of their energon and bodies. It noticed us, and tried to attack, but I stuck it down with my webbing." Airachnid said.
"And I take it that it simply morphed around it?" Megatron asked.
"Yes, but when it got free, it didn't attack us again. Actually, it apologized of all things, but said it would continue to feed." she finished.
"How peculiar indeed." Megatron mused, now looking down the path the creature made for itself.
Airachnid pulled Steve aside for a moment, "What was it you wanted to tell me?" she asked.
"Oh, that? Ah, it wasn't much, really, hehe. You always hear about people who say or do desperate things in dire situations, and such…" Steve said, trailing off.
Then, Megatron shot up straight, realization washing over him.
"If the creature has such desperation to feed, and it ate through the energy lines and had such a fixation on Skywarp, then its same to assume that its after the largest energy source it can find." Megatron said.
"Ok, makes sense. But where does this even lead?" Steve asked.
Megatron looked down at the rudimentary bore hole, and pinged Soundwave for the layout of the Nemesis from their location. His optics went wide when it finally dawned on him.
"It's on a direct path to the engine room, straight for Trypticon's spark," he said, grimmly.
Calling ahead, Megatron had ordered numerous more troops down to defend the engine room, as it was now clear that the creature was after the largest energy source it could find, and there was nothing quite as powerful as the life source of a Titan. Transforming out part of the walls and floor, they set up what they hoped to be viable defensive positions. However, hope wouldn't be enough to hold the beast back, as it came barrelling out of one of the walls, and rammed right at the Decepticons with it's drill mode.
Skyquake, who had been at the front of the group, tried desperately to blast away the assailant before he got too close. But unfortunately, not even his powerful gatling laser would cut it, and was thrown aside by the impact.
Not caring for this lesser prey, and wishing to be done with them, the creature transformed back into its crude root-mode, its features now less jagged and messy, and lumbered passed the Decepticons, not even bothering to strike at them unless they attacked it in desperation. Now having adapted a heightened intelligence than what it once had, it understood that it couldn't take them all on at once and survive, so they kept heading towards it's target.
Upon reaching the sealed blast doors of the engine room, it's arms transformed into smaller drills, and began to slowly cut through the door, making its way into the heart of the ship.
. . . . .
"That things just on the other side, and I don't think our barriers will hold that thing off for long," Bonecrusher said, as he ducked behind one of the railings.
To say that the Constructicons were nervous as hell would be an understatement. They were trapped in one of the most isolated parts of the ship, with a seemingly unkillable creature hunting down whatever was the most plentiful energy source. Of course, there wasn't much in the way of weaponry that was available in the giant spark chamber/ engine room, whatever internal defenses having been taken offline when Trypticon went dormant in his secondary alt-mode.
"You findin' anything in all those files to help us yet?" Scavenger asked.
"Do I look like a City Speaker to you? The best I can find are technical files, but nothing we don't already know about the big guy," Scrapper said, exasperated.
"Hey, Trypt!" Mixmaster shouted up at the spark casing embedded in the ceiling, "You remember us? The Constructicons, we took care of you for a long time pal, and it'd be nice if you worked a miracle and woke up right about now!"
"Dear Primus, hes fully lost his mind…" Hook said, facepalming at his compariate's attempt to communicate with a spark.
Before they knew it, a loud clunk was heard, as a large piece of the blast door fell forward, and the crimson creature stepped in, gazing up in awe at the massive spark above them.
"...Apologies, labor-builders. But that," it said, pointing up at Trypticon's beating spark. "will be mine now…"
Beginning to step forwards, a low rumble was felt throughout the chamber, as the floor in the centre began to shift and transform, a circular hole appearing, and a cylindrical canister elevated upwards. At floor level, the stasis-pod like tube opened, transforming away back into the floor, leaving a silver and orange mech, adorned in intricate golden markings, and red designs painted under his blue visor.
Coming back online for the first time in countless millions of years, the ancient bot had to take only one look at the creature to know it was trouble, and extended out a bo staff, gesturing with it towards the intruder.
"I am Full-Tilt, guardian of Trypticon. I sense a great darkness within you, intruder. I advise that you leave immediately." he said with a calm but serious voice.
"...hehehe, old-bot makes me Scraplet laugh. Trypticon is this place? He stands no chance."
"Very well, Scraplet. Then you shall perish." Full-Tilt suddenly boomed, slamming his free hand down on the ground, as lines of blue energy ran out from him, running up the walls, causing long-since dormant defensives to come alive, turrets surrounding the spark-chamber powering up and locking on to the now-named Scraplet. Bright laser-bolts rang out, striking the creature, but doing little damage to him.
Running up to them, Full-Tilt drew back his staff, and slammed it full force into Scraplet's torso, knocking him back a little. Scraplet then transformed both arms into his curved blades, and began hacking and slashing forward at Full-Tilt, who dodged around them with ease, flipping over the creature and twisting his staff, separating them into two batons, and blocking Scraplet's blades, before leaping back to recover for a moment.
"Full-Tilt moves well. Scraplet kills better." Scraplet said, as they tore off a chunk of themselves, and hurreled the pile of scraplets at Full-Tilt. However, the tiny beasts wouldn't even get to bite him, as he let out a short-range pulse, disabling them instantly.
"I've had it with you, Scraplet. This ends now." Full-Tilt said, rejoining his staff, and aiming it upwards at the spark casing.
The mech began a quick chant in ancient Cybertronian, his optics and bio-lights getting brighter as he went on, when suddenly-
"TRYPTICON HEEDS THE CALL" a voice called out, as if it was coming from everywhere at once, and a bolt of energy came down and struck the bo-staff. Full-Tilt then began to twirl it around, faster and faster as he ran at Scraplet, optics now ablaze with some sort of ancient power, and slammed the staff right into the crimson terror. Scraplet let out a shrill cry, as he was disintegrated before their very optics, nothing but energized dust remaining where he once stood. By now, the veins of power had faded, and the vibrant energy Full-Tilt used had dissipated back into Trypticon's spark. The ancient city-speaker fell to his knees, now having been drained.
"Ok, move aside." Hook said, as he squeezed passed the other Constructicons to get to the new arrival. Getting down next to Full-Tilt, and taking out his handheld medical scanner. The city speaker recoiled, but Hook offered up an energon cube, something any good medic carried incase of an emergency.
"Hey, take it easy, I'm a doctor. Name's Hook, by the way. Full-Tilt, right?"
"That is correct. I am the guardian and city speaker of the titan Trypticon, however I see that things are not as they once were." he said, looking around what had once been nothing more than a spark chamber, was now full of machines and equipment, and piles and piles of energon cubes.
"Yeah, well, me and outfit, the Constructicons, have been acting like the big guy's caretakers for a long time now. Trypticon never talked much, so we had no idea he had his own guardian," Hook said.
"You watched over him? For how long now?" Full-Tilt asked.
"Geez, close to about three million years now. Wait, when did you go dormant in that pod of yours?" Scrapped asked, now moving closer.
"Trypticon and myself went dormant at the beginning of the so-called Golden Age, when Cybertron no longer needed Titans to defend it."
"Which golden age?" Bonecrusher asked.
"What do you mean?" Full-Tilt asked.
"The one that came before or the one after the Quintesson invasion?"
"I'm afraid I do not know of a 'Quintesson,' does that have something to do with Quintus Prime?" he asked.
"It seems we have much to discuss with you then, Full-Tilt." A new voice said, as Megatron stepped further into the room, having not wanted to interrupt.
"I am Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, and I welcome you to the modern world."