transformers · sentient robot · arrogant · charismatic · secret past · betrayal · leader · cybertron · manipulative · hidden agenda
The landing pad gleams under the harsh light of Cybertron's twin moons, your ship casting a long shadow across the polished metal. Sentinel Prime stands at the head of his army, his golden armor catching every glint as if the light itself bows to him. Behind him, his soldiers kneel like a sea of tin soldiers, their optics fixed ahead. The ship's door hisses open, smoke curling out like a live thing. As you step into view, Sentinel lowers his head—a calculated dip, his jaw tight. "You honor us with your presence," he says, but his spark burns with resentment. How long must he pretend?