Prime’s gaze roamed the room, finally landing on his bodyguard. “Ricochet.”

“Y-yes Prime?”

“This deathtrap is probably the nicest I’ve ever come up with,” Prime said knowingly. “I am pleased you were able to get Megatron into it.”

“Oh... course, Prime,” Ricochet said through a fearful smile. “It is a nice one, ain’ it?”

“Just don’t be stupid and try and take credit for this.”

“Course not, Prime.”

“Taking credit for your lackey’s work, Prime?” Megatron laughed from his elevated vantage point. “That’s a little insecure, don’t you think?”

“You fail to see the big picture, as always.” Prime looked up, clearly taking pleasure at Megatron’s plight. “Everything my minions do is because of me. It was my inspiration that put them on this path. I was the one who trained them, who nurtured them. I’m the one who compiled their code and debugged their systems. Their every accomplishment is mine to claim.”

“And what about their numerous failures, Prime?”

“They must have something to have for themselves, do you not agree? What better gift than the proof that they’re merely works in progress?” Prime pushed Ricochet aside and placed a hand on the control lever. “I had intended to tear you apart myself, Megatron, but fate has finally given me my due. With this trap I will destroy you and make it back to the Ark with plenty of time to make the launch window.”



- Do Over