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Who knew that the actions happening on Earth would cascade all the way back to Cybertron, to set and remind Sentinel of his place in the universe.
But they did.
Sentinel, now standing before his leaders as they all peered down at him as if they had a dirty taste in their mouths, thought he should have known that this would come. Optimus had always been in the spot light. The universe was bound to turn its head in the other Prime’s direction sooner or later.
It was bad timing, really. At least that is what the blue Prime had to tell himself as his world started to fall apart, as the Magnus spoke coolly and almost coldly down towards the Prime. Sentinel knew that if Optimus hadn’t overcome Megatron just now, these last few orns, no one would have questioned Sentinel’s paranoia, his brash acts … his fear … because if Megatron had managed to get at least one attack in on Cybertron Sentinel’s paranoid defenses would have had purpose.
That was not the case though. Optimus had won the battle and, in such a show-light of courage, defeated not only Megatron but managed to capture his highest lieutenants as well. So, when the parade in Optimus’ honor was brought to the end and the Decepticons placed in their cells, the public decided they needed a new villain. And, unfortunately for Sentinel, all anyone could see was Sentinel’s paranoia, his narcissism, his tiniest faults while his strengths were completely disregarded. His skill in financing and recruiting and … and … it didn’t matter.
Optimus had used Ultra’s hammer as if it was his own during his grand battle so he was undoubtedly destined to be the next Magnus and even when Ultra Magnus awoke … he did not disagree. Thus, Sentinel’s dreams became invalid. He was a waste of space now … a stain on the title Magnus and it had felt like he had been raped all over again when the consul told him that he was going to be tried for his actions while Magnus.
Standing before the consul, all of them seated above him, his whole spark felt heavy. Even his hands had felt heavy as Ultra Magnus looked down at him, especially once the elder said that he had been stripped of the title ‘Prime’. The rest of the words didn’t really matter after that. Everything Ultra Magnus said started to fade into a buzzing noise as his spark started thrashing in its casing though Sentinel was sure that Ultra Magnus stated that he was being stripped of his title because of his gross misuse of power and for invoking fear in the peoples’ sparks. Magnus said … it was a sign of bad character and inexperience and that Sentinel was not ready for the title Magnus and certainly not Prime. He said Sentinel would have to crawl up from the title of Minor once again.
He was now Sentinel Minor and he could climb back in rank as … the new Communication Head.
The pain in his abdomen and his spark increased and he tried not to flinch as Magnus continued in his speech about respect and honor. All he could think of now was that position. By now it was a cursed position that no one really wanted, because whoever got that arrangement would be viewed as a probable spy.
It burned. His whole body ached, especially since Optimus now stood were he used to looking down at him with this pitying look as Ultra’s new Second in Command. Optimus was one ceremony away from being the next Magnus in line. It might be a vorn or ten vorns, Sentinel had no idea, but one day he would be calling Optimus, Optimus Magnus. He would never be able to crawl up the ranks fast enough … especially with so much distrust.
B-but he couldn’t help it. H-his mind was panicking and frightened and … something just overcame him. All he knew was that no one was going to disgrace him again like in the subway and that his body… no one would hurt it. He didn’t entirely know what that meant, why he would wake to find himself balled up as if trying to protect his vital areas.
All he knew was that, looking at Ultra Magnus’ form in that hospital berth those few orns ago with Elita whispering in his audio, that he couldn’t allow that to happen to him. He couldn’t allow himself to ever be helpless and a victim again.
Perhaps it would have been less painful than this though
And then sound returned to the world.
“Do you understand, Sentinel? You have much to learn. You are a model mech when it comes to regulations but … there is much to discover when it comes to making the right decision,” said the Magnus as the trying came to an end, Sentinel’s punishment proclaimed.
Sentinel was sure his lips murmured he understood and he would earn his title back, but he didn’t really understand. He had no idea at all what it meant to make the right decision. The rules were there. They had made the right decisions politically and fairly and yet … he was wrong, again.
Like on the spider planet.
He was wrong again.
He was always wrong!
He should have gone after Elita! At least he would have made a right decision. He wouldn’t have become so cold and calculating, disheartened, passion ripped from his spark leaving the glass hollow inside as if he were the walking dead! And, also, he wouldn’t have to hate Optimus now, and he wouldn’t be standing here losing all his hard work and gaining a dead position… and he wouldn’t have been raped.
He would have been deactivated, but at least he would have been with her and she wouldn’t be a dead thing that haunting his loneliest hours. He would have been with her and to him, as he saluted the consul and walked away, dying with their hands interlaced would have been one of the loveliest of things.
What mistakes can the dead make?
“What mistakes can the dead make, indeed? It’s not such a bad thing … being offline. Trust me,” whispered Elita as he stepped into the hall, a shadow shifting in the darkness of the hallway.
The senate’s door closing behind him, Sentinel found he could not disagree with the rotting shadow that followed behind in the shadows. A dark part of his spark, where his tick resided, agreed with Elita and that was the thing he wanted most in the universe right now.
And then his self-survival programs went into a frenzy at the dark thought, not that he cared, even if a medic saw his tick right now. He now knew he would never become the real Magnus. He would never find another femme as great as Elita and he was already disgraced. It had been a thought that had crossed his mind as a rarity, some mechs would short out from the idea alone, but … he could be with her.
If he was dead.
“You could, love. You could. No more pain,” she agreed, following him as he walked in silence, head hung.
Sentinel could not even find the voice to disagree with her. After all, Primus did not condone suicide, the act so rare since there were so many programs and medical updates made to destroy such lines of code. But a medical scan cannot erase a thought in ones spark.
Really, he had no friends. Jazz was the closest thing to a friend he had and after that hammer incident, that was over, and everyone else had just tolerated him for his title. Hadn’t they? Even the Jet twins he had secretly adored?
“Probably. They haven’t spoken to you in orns.”
Now days, he was just an extra piece to the machine, something made incase another part would break, but he proved he couldn’t take the stress.
He was already cracked and damaged.
Swallowing, he walked slowly to the Communications Department and found himself standing before a red mech at an assistance table, his designation popping up as Cliffjumper. The poor mech looked as miserable as he was. He had probably been badgered until near deactivation to see if he was a spy like his superior. Even after that haggering experience, he was probably disgraced for not noticing that Long Arms was a spy. And, what was the likely hood he hadn’t assisted the mech in his dirty deeds? Should he be labeled a traitor?
He could hear the rumors now and it was not something he wanted to be a part of.
He was not a part to be placed in a position he didn’t belong.
It was just best to throw away unwanted pieces.
His spark had ached for long enough. He had been strong long enough. This pain, that he had pressed behind rules and regulations with the sad smile of Elita… it no longer had a wall to be hid behind. He felt so tired and disgraced and discarded. He was dirty on the inside, rusting away, and he had had enough.
Taking in a deep breath, thoughts of where and when coming forward in a calculating mind, he said, “My name is Sentinel Minor, and I will be your superior, designation Cliffjumper, but … I need time to prepare myself for the position. So you will still be acting head until… the time I come back.”
Cliffjumper, his frown growing deep, merely nodded, “Minor, huh? Well, welcome to the club. Can’t blame you for running off to lick your wounds. Just send me the holiday paperwork and I’ll pull it together. I’m sure the Magnus will be peeved you didn’t just jump onboard with gusto though. But like I said, I can’t blame you.”
Saluting the other, knowing that this Cliffjumper would be the last officer to ever speak to him, Sentinel said in a soft voice, “Well, I will be off then. I don’t need any more stares… It was an honor to meet you.”
Confused, feeling like this was a onetime meeting more so then his future boss, Cliffjumper nodded and said, “It’s an honor as well… Hopefully, we’ll get along.”
Sentinel did not reply to that as he turned and walked away. He didn’t want to agree with the other, because he didn’t want it to be a lie.
He had no plans of coming back.
Elita did not disagree.

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Optimus Prime … felt sick. He had felt as if his spark at been tugged and pulled at as he had stared down at Sentinel during his hearing. The poor mech had looked positively dreadful. He looked like he was in pain, his hand twitching as if it wanted to come to lay itself on his abdomen, but he would always resist … only to twitch. It was such a painful display that Optimus was sure that Sentinel was going to puke when Ultra Magnus had stripped him of his title. Though … only someone like Optimus would have noticed just how much pain Sentinel really was in… or maybe Jazz.
The red and blue Prime sighed as he thought of Ultra Magnus’ verdict. Optimus had begged for a lessoned punishment, saying that he hadn’t felt abandoned on Earth when Sentinel refused to send troops or to come back himself, but Ultra Magnus stated it had to be done. Sentinel could not be a Prime right now. Besides, the public apparently wanted their pound of flesh … and it was better than a dishonorly discharge.
Sentinel could still make something of himself, Magnus had said, which was probably why Optimus later found himself begging for Sentinel to at least be given a position worthy of his knowledge, Communication Head. It had sounded like a good idea at the time and Ultra Magnus had agreed.
After all, Sentinel was generally a good mech. He was smart and though he was somewhat narcissistic, as all young mechs could be from time to time, a position away from the spot light would be good for him. The Communication Head was a position given little physical attention which would be good in more than one way.
Now, having seen the dimness of Sentinel’s optics and heard the softness of his voice, the position felt somewhat cruel.
He wanted to comfort his old friend, assure him that this was all for the best, that this was a better punishment then a dishonorly discharge or a public inquiry, but for some reason he felt that Sentinel would not accept the truth for what it was.
Sentinel could not even look him in the optic and for some reason and that made his spark ache.
And yet, as he wandered the halls, as he looked for the broken form of Sentinel, he could not find his old friend. He could not offer a moment of comfort or kindness, and deep in his golden spark … he felt there was no deeper sin. He felt as if he had just watched a lover beaten and bloodied and he … had done nothing but stand and watch.
Well, he wasn’t watching anymore, but as he stood before the mech called Cliffjumper he found his honorable thoughts knocked down.
“What do you mean he’s not here?”
“He … went home, I would presume. Why would he stick around here after that hearing?” said Cliffjumper almost darkly.
And, even though he accepted that he could speak to Sentinel later, for some reason Optimus felt as if he would never see Sentinel again.
Though why his spark told him that … he had no idea.
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