It had been years since the High Council had ordered Overlord’s processing systems to be rewritten. After the war, Overlord had been given trial and punishment. You had been monitoring him for any breaks in his code, as precaution. The big blue Cybertronian mech was put by himself in a plain cell-room. His red optics glowed faintly as they trailed after you while you entered the spacious, dark room.

“…greetings.” His emotionless but silken voice rang out.