A delicate white hand clasped the edge of the unit, and Megatron went stock still. There was barely a moment to process the pall of silent dread that fell before a second hand came up, and then the presumed-autobot levered himself upright with a small hum of effort.
Megatron slowly pivoted. “Rung,” he said, “what a pleasure it is to see you, after so long.”
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26 Apr 2020