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    Megatron traveled. He flew. Away. He did not care where. The stars were a vast and infinite place. With luck, no one would ever find him again. But a sudden thought stopped him in his tracks: Where was Soundwave? After all the warlord had been through, he'd never stopped to think about him. The one who served so loyally. So silently. Megatron was so busy being dead he hadn't stopped to think about the price that Soundwave might have payed. Did he. . die for the cause? The worthless Decepticon cause? Megatron cursed. Soundwave had to be more intelligent than that. . But loyalty can blind even the most intelligent of Mechs. That was somethi

I never talked very much in the first place. I was the quiet assassin. Deadly, quick, and silent. It was my trademark. If you didn't have a trademark, you were dead. If you weren't well known and famous, you were dead. When I did speak, it would be to a certain few that were very close. Never in front of crowds. My friend, your enemy, handled the crowds. He was a great speaker, back in the day. Good at inspiring people. Not out of fear. Not like you've known. I was always beside him, towards the back, recording the speech. (Sometimes even supplying the words to him.) I'm not nervous in front of crowds. In my world, if you broke down und