Megatron stands to his feet, resting lightly on the heavy, jagged point pressing into his chest.

"Your exile has attracted a few stragglers to rush to your aid, one of which I have particular interest in."

As the point begins to sink into the seam, the pressure lets off.

"That leaves you in a unique position, Tarn. One that could be very beneficial to the both of us."

Unless Tarn would prefer to be dead, of course.