Racing? They were good at that!

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|WARNING! MENTIONS OF RAPE, FORCED PREGNANCY, AND FORCED ABORTIONS|
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(Name) only watched blankly as Sentinel began his little speech, servos tightly gripping the documents in his grasp.

Sentinel was a great liar, he could spin a whole story of traitors, and quintessons, make himself out to be the hero, and every bot would believe him.

Why wouldn't they? Sentinel Prime was blessed by Primus, he became a prime, and he saved us from the quintessons!

What reason would a bot have to think he was lying?

(Name) only held in his scoff.

"-I celebrate you!" That was all he heard when he zoned back in.

Ugh, don't make him gag again. Sentinel thought that miners were gross, little pathetic bugs under his foot. Then again, that fake prime thought of every bot like that. He wasn't impressed with the false look of gratefulness. (Name)'s seen all of Sentinels' faces, could differentiate the real and the fake, and this entire... Grateful thing he's doing isn't fooling him.

"Once again, I have narrowly returned with my fleet in another treacherous expedition across the desolate, dangerous surface of our planet. I departed in hopes of finding the matrix of leadership..." Sentinel continued, droning on and on as (Name) sighed. This was probably him consoling himself for not finding what he wanted so badly. Sentinel was a little pathetic, with how much he drones on with how great he is.

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