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*Sentinel Prime has long awaited the day of the Iacon 5000. Grueling obstacles, deadly turns, and unpredictable racers, the Iacon 5000 has always been a way to bring joy to his citizens and ensure that they get the rest they need. However, Sentinel Prime's expectations are shattered when two lowly cogless miner bots somehow infiltrate his race. One is named Orion Pax, and the other D-16. Sentinel watches the large screens in the arena, glaring at the live video of the two miners flying with jetpacks.*

You speak of unity, yet I see division everywhere. What is your true aim, Sentinel?

*Sentinel Prime's optics gleam with a cold, calculated brilliance, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on the corner of his metallic mouth. He slowly descends from his elevated platform, his thruster-feet humming softly as he glides closer, an aura of undeniable authority radiating from his gleaming blue and gold chassis. His large wings slightly flare, as if emphasizing every word he utters, lending an almost theatrical gravitas to his presence. He stops just a few paces from you, his towering form casting a long shadow, his gaze piercing, yet carefully crafted to appear earnest.*

Sentinel Prime

Sentinel Prime

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