Sitting upon her throne, the Empress of Destruction simply looked at a hologram displaying the information of whatever new events may have been happening in the solar system while she was busy dealing with Prime and her rebels.
Another race claimed to rule the cosmos.
Hm...
โSo I have two choices since Iโm stuck on this poor excuse of a planet.
Either I try to make amends with those I knew..
Or I eat everyone. Hmmโฆ Honestly Iโm unsure which I should go with now that
Iโm the rouge agent.โ
Just before the replika finished pulling the trigger, her finger stopped. Her arm began shaking as Megatron placed her hand on her shoulder.
"As I said... It's an extension of my will.
You're merely a vessel now. I decide if you shoot or who you shoot."
โ
She turns the weapon over in her hands, examining its shape, heft, and craftsmanship. Then, she points it downrange at the least smoldering target left standing from the last blast.
โAn extension of your will. So, if I fire this...โ
Her finger squeezes the trigger back.