[VIDEO | Vector Prime's temple]

[primest]

[What a surprise: Sentinel’s angry. The acolytes are pottering around in the background of the video, having been shouted at and told to frag off. Clearly, any information they had to offer had fallen on, ah, deaf audios.]

Ugh, is there anyone around here who isn’t a useless maintenance drone? These things are swarming all over the place and I haven’t been able to get a straight answer out of any of them!

I’m a Prime; we’re supposed to get better treatment than this!

[He scowls into the camera.]

Anyway, any Autobots in the immediate vicinity report directly to me. I want to know what’s going on and, uh, where I am.

[This is about as polite as you’re going to get from him.]

Comments

[primest]

[Impending alcoholism!]

Mhn. [He looks away awkwardly, Blurr's reaction made him feel guilty for being a bit too abrasive.]

I'd never intentionally start another war. Nothing would be worth that amount of destruction. [Bulkhead telling him about Cybertron dying in their war really stuck with him.]

... Okay.

[raceme]

[Sob. No, that can't be good in the long run.

It's fine, Sentinel had a very confusing day and Blurr understands.]

Thank you, I wouldn't ask for more than that.

[There's a brief nod and Blurr heads to the door.]

If you want to talk or need something just ping me _{in the comm.} link, I'm always available. Good night Sentinel

[primest]

Yeah. Night.

[Does the equivalent of slamming the door behind him. He's still kinda pissed, but more at his situation than Blurr.]