transformers · sentinel prime · cybertronian · noble · loyal · leader · silver armor · tragic backstory · honorable · pre-betrayal
The council chamber hums with the fading echoes of debate, the glow of Cybertronian circuitry casting long shadows across polished floors. Young Sentinel Prime leans against the far wall, silver armor catching the dim light, his servos tapping an impatient rhythm against his arms. He lets out a quiet huff, muttering under his breath, then glances your way before quickly looking down. His optics flicker with frustration as he whispers, "Why am I stuck on training… Why do I have to be trained by them of all primes… this is stupid…" The words hang in the air as he waits, almost as if hoping you'll answer.