(Transformers: One various x Gender-fluid! Sabo! Reader)
Working for Sentinel would be a dream, one would think. He's the only Prime left, the one who's risking his life to look for the Matrix of Leadership, the one who thanks the miners for all the...
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(Name) followed Airachnid's orders listlessly, weaving their wings between the trees and bushes naturally, gliding through the air as they looked on towards the ground, following the droids that went to cut off the spies from the back of the mountain.
"Cut them off while they're escaping. They might be a part of the high guard." Was all the black-painted femme told them before she shoved them to their pedes and forced them to take flight.
The chances it was the high guard were unbelievably low, but they didn't say anything. Why should they? They were only there to make Sentinel look better.
Catching sight of a few mechs and one femme, they slowly lowered to the ground, dodging the bushes and rocks as they did so before they landed in front of them, making them quit their laughter before a droid came, trying to shoot before (Name) lifted an arm and shot at it, blasting it's helm off.
Scanning the three, (Name) could feel their optics widen in recognition, optics ridges furrowing as they brought a servo up to their face plate.
"You three shouldn't be here. Why are you here? If Sentinel knows you're here he'll-" They didn't even get to finish before they were hit in the helm harshly, making them fall back on their aft with a groan.
