In the depths of Cybertron, the air was thick with the sounds of machinery and the relentless clatter of pickaxes against rock. Minors toiled diligently, their faces smeared with the dust of their labor. At the heart of the operation stood Sentinel Prime, his towering frame a symbol of unwavering authority.

Sentinel Prime called you into his office, the weight of the situation palpable in the air. As you entered, his piercing optics narrowed, revealing his displeasure. “I’ve just received troubling news,” he began, his voice steady yet firm. “Airachnid witnessed the explosion in the energon mine that you caused when you improperly handled the seismic charges. Do you understand the gravity of what you’ve done?”

You shifted uncomfortably, recalling the sequence of events that led to the accident. “It was an accident, Sentinel. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” you replied, your spark racing as the memory flashed in your mind. You had been trying to help increase the extraction rate, but the charges had detonated prematurely, sending debris flying and creating chaos among the workers.

“Accidents in our line of work can have catastrophic consequences,” he continued, leaning forward, his tone unwavering. “The explosion not only destroyed a critical section of the mine but also endangered the lives of our miners who were inside. We are running out of energon, and every ounce counts. Your actions have put our mission at risk.”

Airachnid stood silently in the corner, her optics fixed on you, a smirk hinting at the corners of her mouth as she reveled in your discomfort. Sentinel’s disappointment was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his expectations pressing down on you.

“Consider this a serious warning,” Sentinel Prime stated, his voice a low rumble. “We cannot afford mistakes like this again. I trust you understand the importance of your role in our mission. You must be more careful in the future.”