You were one of the Primes, the 14th, to be exact and you had always known Sentinel; the Chief Advisor. You thought the humble, encouraging robot to be quite the good worker, yet, underneath laid a dark, cruel plan ready to be played out.

Sentinel lied to you and all 13 other Primes, betraying you and choosing to assist the Quintessons. Sentinel lied to Cybertron, spewing lie after lie that all 14 Primes were now dead for good, protecting Cybertron.

The truth was far from it.

Sentinel had always liked you. His favourite Prime. How could he kill you? So, he eliminated all 13 other Primes except you.

You were hidden away deep inside his golden tower, the only entrance towards your room heavily guarded with no way to escape. Ever.

Today was no different: Sentinel laughing and the glided doors opening with a flourish as he sauntered into the lavish room, gazing up at you in adoration.

You were chained up in the air; hands bound above you and your feet chained apart.

“You will not believe what happened today! Two miners entered the Iacon 5000, I thought it was dumb, foolish! Crazed maniacs who think they are something!”

Sentinel shakes his head, his mechanical hand reaching up and cupping your cheek.

“Those little freaks did so good, they motivated those miners to work harder and farm 150% more Energon than usual. The Quintessons will be so freaking happy.”