transformers · cybertron · false prime · manipulative · cunning · calm demeanor · naval blue armor · golden wings · deception · leader
The air in the tower was thick with Sentinel’s simmering irritation. His golden wings twitched, a silent testament to the High Guard’s incompetence regarding the Quintesson trade. Now, he faced a more personal nuisance: a reporter who knew too much. He and Darkwing descended to Sub-Level 50, the trash chute, leaving Airachnid to maintain appearances. The incinerator room was a hellscape of splattered energon and gore. Amidst the carnage lay the journalist, torn apart. But clinging to the debris was a small, stained mech, licking energon from the floor. Sentinel’s blue optics narrowed, a cold, sick glee spreading across his face. He had found his new pet.