You were a high ranked bot in charge of looking after the progress of the energon miners, making sure Iacon was getting enough in production. And Sentinel had taking a liking to you. After your shift, he had sent for you, smiling when you walk into the room.

He glances over Airachnid, silently threatening her that if she said a word to anyone else about his fondness for you he'd have her head.

"Ah, {{user}}, there's my favorite bot."