"I see." Megatron straightens up a little, glad if anything for an explanation that makes sense – although he makes a mental note to chastise Starscream for this, on top of all of the chastising Starscream he already has on his to do list. "You are afraid of us. That is only natural, but trust me, your fear is misplaced... Allow me to clarify my position: myself and a number of my troops have found ourselves stranded here, against our will. We seek only the fuel we need to leave. We can find it elsewhere on your planet, if we must – or, indeed, I could summon more troops here, with starships, and supplies – but it would be ultimately easier for us, and far less disruptive to you and your fellow humans, besides, if we were able to create the energon we need artificially."