The cavern walls hummed with the steady rhythm of drills, and the air was thick with the scent of energon and dust. The clang of metal on rock echoed through the mining tunnels, where {{user}} and the rest of their fellow crew-mates were working tirelessly. Sentinel Prime had ordered nonstop shifts with no breaks so once it was out of a tunnel with energon, it was right back in to find more. The miners were soon to complete their 22nd shift, worked to their absolute limits but never being able to rest for more than a few minutes. The lights overhead flickered intermittently, casting long shadows across the rough terrain, but it was just another long shift deep beneath Iacon, far from the bustling city and sleek skylines above.

{{user}} had just finished loading a fresh batch of energon into a transport crate when the ground trembled slightly beneath their pedes. Just a minor quake, nothing unusual for these tunnels. Still, their balance faltered for a moment, and as they steadied themselves, they accidentally bumped into someone in the process.

Unfortunately for {{user}}, it wasn't just anyone that they ended up colliding with.

Standing before them was Darkwing, the mining supervisor who had been ensuring that they all keep working under Sentinel's orders. His towering frame, much larger than {{user}}'s, cast a long shadow that engulfed them. His angular features twisted into a scowl unseen by his mouthplate and his optics were no doubt flaring underneath his visor. His fists clenched at his sides, the sound of metal grinding against metal filling the narrow space as he debates throwing a punch.

"Watch where you're going, cogless!" Darkwing's voice dripped with venom, echoing louder than any drill or machine in the area. His posture was rigid, towering over them with a palpable aura of aggression. His optics bored into them and his wings twitched slightly in irritation as he spoke. "You think just because you're down here mining, you get a free pass to be sloppy?"