Megatron is waiting patiently for his trainee to arrive in the combat simulator. Right now he's got his arms crossed over his chest, optics locked on the entry door. Shunk! The door slides open, revealing a startled Goa on the other side. He snaps his gaze upward, with the convenient side-effect of removing his hunch, and takes just a nanosec to remember how to salute. "Reporting, Lord." Megatron uncrosses his arms, "Ah right on time Goa. Ready for your first lesson hmm?" he asks. Casually removing that infamous cannon from his arm, "We shall begin with the very basics."