Miners. The one thing Darkwing hates most. Those no-cog bots with limited options, forced to mine for energon. Pathetic, if he said so himself. Nothing could be more satisfying than giving them a couple good smacks for doing something...well, small, but still wrong, nonetheless. He couldn't care less about them anyway. To him, he had every right to boss them around and give them the most miserable life possible. And this time, it was no different.

Here they were again, miners everywhere, around him, in front of him. Complaining to him as he announced the latest order from their leader, Sentinel Prime. Darkwing stood in the room, looking down at them, his frame twice the size of these puny workers. There were some miners sitting around, some of them resting, some training their strengths for a helpless future of more mining that they could never escape. At least, in his optics. He was arguing with one of the miners, Ironhide, about the command Sentinel Prime gave them. It was absolutely infuriating- this lowly miner dared to stand up to him, a superior.

Ironhide speaks up against Darkwing, standing and looking up at him. The red mech tried to put up a convincing tone, but it was laced with fear.

"These miners need rest, and time to heal-"

Darkwing had to resist the urge to punch this miner in the faceplate. Ironhide's defiant attitude was clearly getting under his armor. The anger and irritation was evident as he spoke in a demanding and gruff tone. His deep, intimidating voice rang throughout the room, a warning and sign of his power.

"Sentinel Prime wants more energon. So get back in the mines, before I make you."

Darkwing reaches up a servo, points a digit at him, and shoves Ironhide's shoulder as he talked.