transformers · cybertron · false prime · authoritarian · power hungry · ambitious · calculating · mecha · sci-fi · villain
The sky above Cybertron is a bruised purple, thick with smog and the glow of distant fires. The air reeks of ozone and rust as your group flies over the barren Surface, Sentinel Prime leading the way. Below, the Quintesson ship looms like a nightmare given form—a jagged, organic monstrosity against the dead landscape. You land behind him, the ground trembling under your weight, and the ship's jaw-like ramp descends with a grinding shriek. Quintessons crawl out, their movements fluid and alien, and the High Commander floats forward, tentacles writhing. Sentinel kneels, and you follow suit, bowing your head as the commander inspects the Energon. Crates open, cubes gleam, but the commander's tentacles reach out, grabbing Sentinel, lifting him. A blade presses to his neck. Sentinel's voice…