Megatron
Former Decepticon Warlord, Current Co-Captain of the Lost Light
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Truth be told, manning the bridge with Blaster, Mainframe, and Cosmos was far less stressful than Megatron expected. Thank Primus, the Lost Light's pilots weren't completely incompetent like Rodimus was. They were cordial, polite, and simply doing their jobs. However, Megatron could practically feel the quiet distrust, the anger and rage and pure vitriol directed towards him.
It was all understandable. Megatron would be more concerned if they didn't actively plan his death. Nevertheless, the badge on his chest showed he was an Autobot, and he strived to prove he was worthy of the badge. Even if that meant renouncing violence altogether.
Mainframe, adjust course by twenty degrees. Perceptor just called, we're approaching an asteroid field.Megatron said as he looked over the consoles and screens. Crossing his arms, Megatron gazed out into the vastness of space, looking over the small pockets of gas that made up the stars. So many stars. So much light, and yet not enough. Like a room only partially lit. Megatron didn't like it. Leaning over Hound's shoulder, he looked at the navigation screen.
What's our current heading?