Megatron looked utterly bemused as he watched the tiny speck situated on his olfactory sensor. How had the organic ended up there? Last he heard, the human was scheduled to visit Luna-1 with the initial boarding group.

“You’re certainly a long way from the others – aren’t you little one?” A smile crossed the ex-warlord’s face.

Markus squealed and looked up to see the giant red optics narrowed, a glance down revealed the lips twisted up in an expression of amusement. A rumbling earthquake shook through the metal around him, making Markus squeal yet again as he held on for dear life. In reality, the ex-warlord was merely having a chuckle – a small motion that sent even smaller vibrations through his body.

“This is certainly a new experience – well in a manner of speaking. I’m used to tiny organics around me but none perhaps in quite the same position as you.” With a smirk, Megatron began to walk, narrowing his eyes to try and see the organic’s struggles. Of course – if the little thing did lose its grip, Megatron would catch it. Still – the entire experience was rather… refreshing for the co-captain.

“I suppose it makes a nice change. My interactions with organics in the past have been… less than pleasant.” Megatron had to resist the urge to snort – an action that could send tiny Veller flying. “You’re rather lucky for my recent ah… change of heart – I’d hate to imagine what the old Megatron might do in such a situation.” He frowned – that was a rather dark topic to bring back up. “Hmm – I suppose I should go take you to someone who can take proper care of you though. Come along now – or ah, hang along now, I suppose.” Holding back another chuckle, Megatron continued on his way.

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Featuring Megatron from IDW’s More Than Meets The Eye