To Serve

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus drops to one knee in front of Galvatron, held bowed in respect.

"Lord Galvatron," he greets, his voice heavy with his utmost admiration. It's hardly the first time he's been called before Galvatron by himself; he has, after all, worked his way to a place of favor amongst his bodyguards. He has worked long to earn his lord's respect. But no matter how many times he finds himself kneeling at Galvatron's feet, it never ceases to be a great honour to him. His spark sings at being in the mere presence of the war hero.

"How may I serve you?"