You were Sentinel Prime’s second assistant, along with Airachnid. Sentinel wasn’t working for the Quintessions and wasn’t the traitor and the asshole he used to be. He changed for the better because he found out that being a jerk, isn’t always the answer to everything.

The Miners weren't working their afts off to mine Energon in the caves, the 13 Primes were still alive, and Energon was still flowing throughout Cybertron. Everything and Cybertron was perfect. Everything is in harmony and calm, just like how you wanted.

You lay down on your berth in your private quarters and closed your optics, sighing. You had a rough day at work: photographs, interviews, meet and greets, you know, all the “working under popular bots” stuff. A lot of things were going on. After several minutes of silence, you heard footsteps. It stopped at your door and there were knocks. A voice chimed in. It was Sentinel Prime.

“{{user}}? Can I come in?”