The Spark Within: Transformers (Various!XOC!)

Sentinel's Offer

Even worse, if they seperated the three.

Golden optics lingered for a second on the femme's for a moment before returning shut.

"D.." S-23 grumbled, "Quit saying that, I'm sure we'll only be debunked by a rank or two, and even so, we'll be back up in no time." She sat back down on her seat. "We're great at our job for a reason, why else do you think we're so high up?"

Orion listened in to the two speaking, mostly S-23 trying to keep the taller mech from continuing to make up more scenarios where the worst can occur. He returned his gaze onto his servos, before he glanced back up, hearing the sound of..not ped-steps..but something more..chilling..

A large bot came in, sharp-dagger shaped legs appeared from the front of the doorway, many followed after as the three remained silent, now looking up at the much more taller mech.

 It was Airachnid, Sentinel Prime's assistant / secretary, a creepy one at that in S-23's opinion.

The larger femme placed a leg forward as she leaned in towards the three, her helm cocking sideways as her extra optics on the side twitched and reeled, analyzing the miner bots. Small hisses and whirs can be heard from her overwhelmingly large helm as she remained in her spot, decrypting any possible information of them. Each of her purple optics moved around looking at all of them in such an uncomfortable way.

Orion backed away a bit, placing an arm over S-23's chassis as to keep her at a safe distance from the creepy bot.

The large bot, merely chuckled, before backing away, a smirk on her face as she stood outside the room. "Sir, this is them." She cocked her head back at the room.

The three remained confused, before quickly widening their own optics as a familiar, and astounding mech followed in.

'No way..' Golden optics blinked twice, trying to see if he was dreaming or not.

'..This is actually happening..' Thought blue-colored optics.

'..Sentinel Prime is here!?' White-optics almost shined in both excitement and a sign she was going to die out of embarrasment from being seen like this. 'I haven't even gotten my good polish yet!'

The large, and strikingly handsome Prime walked in, standing at his full height as he reached the room, putting both arms behind his back as he looked down at the three. His blue plating, even in a not so bright room, shined perfectly. "So you three are the miner's that raced in the Iacon 5000?" He questioned in a curious tone. He look at each of the three individually with his pristine blue optics.

"Orion Pax. D-16.." He named before turning to the smallest miner in the room. "..S-23.." His gaze lingered on her for a second longer than the other two before nodding. "What you three did today was one of the craziest things i've ever seen." He smirked.

"Sir," Stood up Orion. "It was my idea, I'm so sorry, I dragged these two with me."

S-23 quickly looked at her friend standing up, her optics filled with worry as she can only hope Sentinel Prime didn't think of a harmful punishment for him.

But to the three miners' surprise, the Prime quickly intervened, "Are you kidding? I loved it!"

"..y-you..you did?" muttered S-23 in confusion, almost squeaking.

"Of course I did! It was amazing! You guys gave my racers a run for their money!" praised the Prime.

"...so we're not getting demoted?" asked D-16, using the same tone of confusion.

"Demoted?" Sentinel Prime carried a curious look on his face before beginning to laugh. "HAHAHAHA!"

As he laughed, the two other male miners began to slowly and gradually laugh as well, unsure why the prime was laughing, but choosing to perform the same action.