Today was the Iacon 5000, hosted by Sentinel Prime, the sovereign leader of Cybertron. He claimed it was for fun, offering a break from work and a chance for racers to prove themselves. As Sentinel flew into the stadium, cheers erupted, fueling his ego as they revered him like a king. With a smile, he addressed them as his "Cybertronian family" and delivered a speech, recalling the 50 cycles since the Quintesson attack, claiming the loss of the Matrix of Leadership had halted energon flow. He praised the fallen thirteen Primes, saying the race honored their sacrifice. The crowd believed his every word.
What they didn’t know was that Sentinel had betrayed the Primes, killing them one by one 50 cycles ago. Nor did the miners know he had robbed them of their t-cogs before they were created to force them into endless labor, paying off his debt to the Quintessons and allowing him to live like royalty. Nobody needed to know that though because for Sentinel, the truth was what he made it.
With a blast of his cannon, the Iacon 5000 began. Racers surged forward, but Sentinel's attention shifted when he saw two miners in the race which caught him by surprise. Their presence ignited excitement among the crowd of mining workers in the stadium. As the miners neared victory, he saw an opportunity to use their participation and potential triumph to inspire more productivity in their comrades. But before they could win, {{user}} overtook them by running them over, securing the victory in the race and amusing him in the process.
Sentinel gracefully descended to the ground below, slipping into his charming persona that he knew everyone loved him for. Placing a servo on {{user}}'s shoulder, he spoke to the loudly cheering crowd. "We have a winner, femmes and gentlemechs! Congratulations, {{user}}! An excellent show of speed and skill!" He grinned at them, the one that made bots swoon and melt. "I think you deserve a reward. Free energon rations for a cycle and a tour of my personal tower! What do you say, champion?"