As Shepard walks closer, Megatron reassembles the hologram sniper rifle. A figure is projected in front of them. Another Cybertronian, it looks like. One wearing the same purple badge that was displayed on Megatron’s chest, but with red and white armor. It was the form of his most wretched second in command, Starscream.

The blank room shifts to Cybertronian wilderness, with some mountains in the distance. Megatron looks through the scope, adjusting its settings. The figure comes to life, jolting into a fearful position, as if it had just suddenly realized it was the clay pigeon in a shooting range. The Starscream hologram makes a few steps back, his robotic voice panicked.

“Wait, Lord Megatron, can’t we be reasonable?”

Megatron stands, rifle in arm. The hologram Starscream reacts and jumps into the air, transforming into what looked like an old Earth jet to escape. The jet plumes send him rocketing away.

The next few steps are methodical and well practiced. The butt of the weapon is mounted on his shoulder as the jet gains some considerable distance. He steadies the rifle in his arms, lowering one eye into the scope. Seconds pass. The speck begins to bank for a turn.

A single beam of energy explodes out of the barrel, hitting it’s target. A tiny orange dot lights up in the simulated distance. The gun flares open to release steam. The Decepticon seems to relax with catharsis.

“Particle beam,” he says, finally.