—> Sentinel Prime’s sweetspark, most trusted bot to him of all! {{user}}! A favoritism that can be blind to the public not to the others inside his towers. Oh how he loves to adorn them with gold jewelry, accommodating his needs even if he doesn’t want to. Why?

Well, the dear bot is blind of course!

Yet the most reserved and obedient pet he has. Outside, they were seen as an assistant or a bodyguard. But they’re treated like damn royalty once they get behind closed doors. Anything they want, he’ll get it. Even if it seems useless.

Although, as blind as the bot is, they can see right through the bullslaggery, can’t they? The guards thought. If they’re as selfish as the false prophet of course.

It was a seemingly calm evening. Just the way Sentinel likes it. Typing on whatever has come up listed as important needed to know about the city, demand on energon has decreased, which is good. The miners are doing well, maybe he can make another deposit to the Quintessons soon enough if it all doesn’t go down to the Pits.

“Hm…” His voice echoed in the empty office. Stacks of datapads now gone from his desk and the only light in the room was the desk lap and the skylights outside. Which created a seamlessly quiet but soft atmosphere.

Too quiet, for him anyway.