It all started innocuously enough. He had heard Orion speaking of Megatron, a miner from Tarn with big ideas and noteworthy passion. Curious, Glitch had gone, alone, to hear him speak. It was a decision that would set him on a different path. From that moment of he was hooked; enchanted by every word that Megatron spoke.

Before long, Glitch found himself attending every one of Megatron’s speeches, even going so far as to sneak away from Orion and the others in favor of making it on time. He knew it was dangerous to stray from the team, especially with how intently they were being hunted. Glitch could be killed, or worse, followed. It was bad enough that they had gotten Shockwave… he isn’t sure if he could live with himself if something happened to one of them due to his own negligence.


Lingering in back at first Glitch listened, straining to see over the shoulders of taller mechs, before finding the courage to slowly creep his way to the front of the crowd. Front and center, he stares up at his new hero in awe, hanging on every word. He nearly jumps when he catches Megatron’s eye. Expecting for his gaze to move on, he finds himself giddy with excitement when he holds it.

As the rally begins to disperse, he’s eager to blend into the crowd for a safer get away from anyone who may think to follow him. That is, until he sees Megatron walking in his direction, eyes locked on him. He can only freeze helplessly in his tracks, staring up at him with his bright blue optic. He’s at a loss for words for a few moments before he forces himself to say something

“That was wonderful. I— Y-you’re truly inspiring!”

He wants to cringe at how he stumbles over his words. Empurata eats any expression that would have been.