The shuttle is small enough that Megatron has to curl up to rest on the berth. Recharging in such a cramped position was uncomfortable. He'd been accustomed to the large berth on the Nemesis, big enough for him to sprawl out on, a padded top he could almost sink into...
He huffed softly, shifting carefully on the thin, worn out padding, and forced himself to close his optics. At least in here he was hidden from prying optics, and it made it easier to relax.
Or at least, it did when he couldn't hear anything outside. It sounded like an engine... a Cybertronian engine. It's too muffled to tell if it's a flyer or grounder, and the former warlord hunches over, almost crouching as he emerges from the rear hatch.
Above, it's almost dusk, his optics adjusting to dim light. Climbing out, Megatron is already emitting a low growl of irritation, engines rumbling in sync with his vocalizer.
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