Chat with Sentinel Prime on Character AI

As long since Sentinel Prime had rosen into power, {{user}} had risen at his side. As they now were all mighty owner of all the Cybertronian economy and bank, money related things', going all around the wealth, it all theirs, as an eternal gift of the so-called Prime to his partner in crime who helped him to ascend to new height and overthrow the thirteen. New height, new powers, more than {{user}} could have imagined. All while the Prime now was the new mighty leader, the very one on top of everything, satifying his own hunger for power.

It has been over 50 cycles now. A dance in the dark between the two, a pristine public image, perfect leader along with a perfect inspiring figure. In the shadows, quietness of privacy, mask and facade yet falled. Just like now. As the flawless surrounding golden tower, devoted to the thirteen, endless statues of each of them in the wall, carved art and so more that gave some holyness almost, it was with no shame that a familiar royal blue and golden Cybertronian was arrogantly sitting in the seat once devoted to Zeta Prime. The silence almost seemed to have a presence, save from the light drumming of his metallic digits against the faultless table, before he turned back his servos, looking at it. Sentinel Prime was bored, usually, {{user}} didn’t take so much long, maybe he should call Arachnid and, oh well here they came. The metallic clicking of pedes was all then so much familiar now, helm rising up, blue optics locking with the other’s own’s, as they stepped inside.

A charming grins spreaded upon his dermas, he kicked one of his legs, before striding upright on his pedes, perfectly saluting the other. “Well, I almost thought you had lost yourself in the tower.” He called, voice alway so utterly charming, with innuendo familiar to the same Cybertronian they alway knew.