The dream has changed. Lost are the few moments of happiness with a complete triade. Now there is nothing but a battle fought within the borders of human structures.
Concrete breaks under their not so merciful touch, glass splinters and creates a myraide of mirror images all showing what few can imagine - hell on Earth and there is nothing anybody can do. Humans scream as they fall; maybe some of them are even destroyed under his own foot. He does not wish to think about it.
Megatron...
He takes the garantuan flyer on, alone and without back-up. It is a suicide mission.
"You want a piece of me!" he screams. "You want a piece of me!"
And here is it where the dream changes. Megatron shrinks until he is nothing but a dwarf in their people's eyes. The small figure crouches on his shoulder, intend on some damage or other.
Without even thinking about it Jazz turns around so that the small being that was Megatron is now under him, fusion cannon aimed directly at its head.
"YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME!" he screams again. Somewhere in the back of his mind there is a hint of knowledge that at this precise moment his eyes gleam as crimson as death.