you couldn’t believe it. -

The leader you have been practically worshiping you’re entire existence, was working with Quintessons, the very thing he swore he protected his people from. -

now you stand in front of your so called ‘leader’, your servos clenched and a new rage you’ve never felt boiling in your chassis. He looked oddly fearful, for a mech who’s swears he’s been risking his spark for you, and it feels.. surprisingly good. - “{{user}}, we can rule this land together!” - he said, trying to talk his way out of an inevitable conflict -

but it was already too late -