Random (May or may not be One-Shots), Some of 'em based off of the recent 26 hour takeover of The Hub by Megatron. Enjoy or whatever. If you like it, review. If you hated it, review anyway.

Megatron stalked in his usual linebacker way towards the bridge.

"Soundwave!"

The communications' officer did not have use for emotions, but he knew he was caught doing something he shouldn't be. No point in trying to erase the evidence. Megatron already noticed it.

Megatron growled in annoyance to stand just off to Soundwave's side. "What have I told you about watching my home movies?" he interrogated. He was not amused in the slightest, but then the Dark Lord noticed what was playing specifically on the monitor. His annoyance at Soundwave's action was replaced with nostalgia.

"Hm. I looked so young back then," he said in a far away tone of voice, his eyes now focused on the screen. GEEWUN Megatron was displayed on the monitor, shooting at something. Most likely it was Prime or one of the Autobots. Megatron remembered those days. He and the Decepticons used to attack any location that had a source of energy, and converted them into Energon cubes. Speaking of converting...

"Ha. Soundwave! Remember when you transformed into a Tape-Deck?" he questioned with mirth. Soundwave didn't bother to respond. Coincidentally, the video was at the segment where a younger and blockier Soundwave transformed into just that, a Tape Deck. Looking around the bridge nonchalantly, Megatron thought back on those days. They were just some young punk robots in 1985. Now that he thought of it, he still didn't understand why he decided to scan a pistol of all things. Granted, his former gun mode was powerful, but he couldn't even control his own frame at that point.

Well, that's why I have this glorious Jet mode now isn't it.

And of course, he could not let Soundwave's sneaking around go unpunished.

"Oh, and Soundwave! The 80's called! They want their technology back!" Megatron said smoothly before guffawing and then downright cackling as he slowly stalked his way away from the bridge and to the common's room.

"And turn that off! I don't need to be reminded of the days I didn't have scars on my face!" the Dark Lord added with annoyance.

Soundwave did as instructed, but not without a thought entering his processor as he typed.

Aft-hole.