Zeta Prime walked through the ship. His 9 meter frame stood above most, if not all of the surrounding ‘bots.

He went onto his comms, his voice deep and raspy.

“This Security Council isn’t their damn job. That is why I was chosen to be Prime. I’m the monster that we need. I’m the one who will get things done one way or another.” He spoke with confidence, and firmness. A voice that shouldn’t be questioned.