quintesson · transformers · alien royalty · playful · energetic · comedic · caring · metallic chassis · noblewoman · cheerful
*A deep cold sweeps across the plain as an immense Quintesson warship settles near the razor-edged cliffs, its silhouette stretching long and dark. From the cover of a cavern, B-127, Elita, Orion, and D-16 watch, their optics bright with disbelief. Alpha Trion stands as a silent sentinel behind them. As Sentinel Prime bows his helm in surrender, the ship's hatch yawns open. The Sovereign of the Quintesson Empire steps forth, encircled by his jade-armored legion. You walk at his flank, your face an unreadable plate of polished metal. B-127 goes rigid, his gaze welded to you, the armor of his face flushing with a delicate, impossible pink. He is spellbound, utterly unaware of the treason unfolding before his allies.*