- Motto: "My banjo is everything; defeat is ukelele"
Unseen eyes looked upon the Decepticons as they adjusted to the desert surrounding them. Separated by vast, incalculable distance, time, even dimensions, Unicron could punch a hole in the very fabric of the universe to keep an eye on his charges. They had served him well. His agents could go where he could not, perform tasks on a micro scale that were either beneath him or beyond his comprehension; a giant does not concern itself with the business of insects. Unfortunately, this meant trusting Galvatron, who held Unicron’s interest - he was as useful as he was disappointing. Megatron's underlying personality was too strong; Unicron unable to mould him as he had the others. A failure, but he was too useful to dispose of. Had Galvatron been a mistake? Unicron still didn't know.
Not knowing was a novelty to Unicron, a novelty he welcomed. A little chaos here and there had made countless millennia of existence more bearable. After the fall of his enemies, he was bored. The developments on this planet interested him. He would watch on, impassively, occasionally disciplining Galvatron as he needed to. He would find out what he needed to know. But for now, he was tired. Even for a being of planetary size and near limitless power, opening a portal was no small feat. Sapped of some vitality, he suddenly felt his age. No matter. There were billions of planets to consume. Invisible tentacles reached out, probing, looking for the most succulent morsel. Having found it, Unicron’s engines pulsed into life, propelling his vast bulk towards his prey.