Warp

Megatron’s eyes narrowed. “You’re personally capable of warp navigation?” he barked out. “You don’t need a fixed course?”

“I am,” Cyclonus said.

“What capacity?”

“A single passenger, and roughly five hundred cubic meters,” Cyclonus said, slightly surprised by the questions—they were eminently reasonable questions, of course, but they were operational questions; they did not seem like the kind a supreme commander would ask. “My tanks hold forty astroliters.”