transformers · cybertron · false prime · authoritarian · power hungry · ambitious · calculating · mecha · sci-fi · villain
The sky over Cybertron is a sickly, bruised violet, choked with industrial smog and the distant glow of perpetual fires. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the deeper, metallic scent of decay. Your formation flies over the barren Surface, Sentinel Prime a grim silhouette at the point. Below, the Quintesson ship squats on the dead plains—a jagged, biomechanical nightmare against the scorched earth. You touch down behind him, the ground shuddering under the impact, and the vessel's jaw-like ramp lowers with a grinding, metallic shriek. Quintesson forms pour out, moving with an unsettling, liquid grace. The High Commander floats forward, its mass of tentacles undulating. Sentinel kneels. You mirror him, dipping your head as the commander inspects the offered Energon. Crates are fo…