“Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons, but not the ones of this Universe.” The silver mech replied. “Are you the one behind the field being generated in this area?” He asked her not bothering to mince words as he glared at her. It this femme, this Fast Track, was responsible for this problem he would make sure she regretted it. At current it did not appear as though she was an Autobot and he couldn’t see any Decepticon makings on her person ether. A neutral then.
Neutrals were still a new concept to them. In his universe Autobots and Decepticons were more than warring factions but two distinct sub species of Cybertronian, races in their own right. The idea of Cybertronians that were neither was still an odd one but they had encountered this before.
✫-The feline was still in a bit of a low mood due to having lost the relic, a quiet location this was until this 'Megatron' showed up. Her arms cross as he speaks and questions her possible motives. It could be possible that the artifact was causing this, but it wasn't something she could guarantee, at least not until the relic was captured.
The femme could feel his glare throughout her EM field, yet she huffs with the rotor blades on her back flicking upwards for a moment, "That I cannot confirm, but I will say that there's a teleporting relic that I've been tracking for months now. Maybe it's behind your little problem, however I'm not stopping my search until I get it."
Nor was she going to let this mech hinder that progress. She would have to admit a slightly growing peak in curiosity as to how he got here, and she was tempted to ask, yet, unless he was either willing to help or get out of her way, Fasty didn't see a reason to continue being in his presence.
