#transformers dtom

After being brought back to the world of the living by Optimus' very *gentle* handling with the matrix of leadership, Sentinel was now stranded on this organic planet with his ex-undermechs. They were outnumbered, outgunned and with the pillars now gone thanks to the slow advancement of the humans, the Autobots will have a very hard time in challenging Megatron. Winning was already off the table for the former Commander. All they could do now was maybe try and prelong their already known fate: dying.

Humans were tiny organics, and he looked at them, trated them like they were some kind of desgusting insects. Why did his pupil ally with such insignificant creatures, he couldn't tell. Sentinel was a man of ration and power, but by the Primes, his old age was not helping him in the slightest. And the blonde human femme was infuriating him like no other could in his entire life... and he did deal with some pretty nasty scraplets in said life.

The drop that would fill the glass of anger for the old Commander was when Optimus himself presented a human femme to him. "She will be your guide here on Earth. Y/N was one of our first allies when we arrived here and I believe the two of you will get allong perfectly" Sentinel wanted to protest, he really wanted to, but something in his spark didn't let him when he looked at you. By the stars, weren't you a very pretty human!

Sentinel gently scooped you up in his servos and brought you closer to him, "Aren't you a sight for sore optics" He started to ramble about his past as he carried you to his secluded area of the lab at N.E.S.T. You have learnt many things about Cybertron's past: about the thirteen primes, about the High Council that reigned for generations, about his early ages in the military and the misschief he caused-

"You? Causing misschief? I must say, I can't believe that!"

"Oh, I know little one. But it is true. It was not seldom I found myself sneaking out of my sqad's formations to make a break for it and go in the city! Some of my peers did cover for me when they could so I'd take minimum punishment for it. This reminds me-"

And you also learned quickly that he loved to talk about the past, like any old man. Maybe humans and Cybertronians weren't so different after all, since it was clear that Sentinel Prime was just like a grandpa that talks to you while you wait in line at the convenience store. "Sentinel, you seem to avoid something. Optimus said you are anxious about his battles with Megatron"

"Ah, that..." His voicebox clicked in a weird way trying to clear his voice maybe, then take a deep breath in. He heard that it helps with nerves, but it did anything else than help him. "You are a young speecies, humans. You do not even understand the science behind my spacebridge pillars, let alone understand the complicated feelings of a Cybertronian worrior."

He was right, maybe rude and a bit judgemental, but he was right. You didn't really understand the things that made Transformers click, but one thing you knew very well. "Are you scared?" Was he scared of something? Or maybe you just missinterpreted his actions and was going to anger him.

"Concerned, more than scared. I fear the day that Optimus will make the same mistakes as I once did."

"You were a great teacher, I am sure that he learned from your mistakes long ago"

He smiled slightly, the corners of his intake twitching slightly. You could've sworn you heard him call you a cheecky bustard, but maybe it was just your imagination. Either way, Sentinel Prime trusted you and allowed you to be in contact with him. A huge achievement, my friend, believe me.

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One particular cold night at the N.E.S.T., you were waiting at the docking bay for the platform carring Beta team back home from a mission they had in Europe. They were going to retrieve a Cybertronian artifact that Ratchet's scanners have picked up, but you havent heard from them since they set sail to come home. "Now who is the one that concerns herself with others?" You heard Sentinels quiet, robotic voice coo at you.

He was right, you were concerned, and you had a bad feeling about this. "Can't I be waiting for my friends to come back?" You spat back a bit too harshly, but he didn't mind it. He lost many mech in his life, friends, collegues, even family. War was a terrible thing so he knew better than to make you feel bad about being snappy.

Sentinel sat next to you, tucking his wingblades tightly around him and waiting with you. You glanced up at the metal giant. Now that you thought about it, you never actually saw his alt-mode. What was it? He had detachable wings that he used like claymored when training with Bumblebee and Ironhide; yet he also had truck tires like optimus. 28 guage? He was really heavy duty! Knockout would've approved. It didn't take long for your cheecks to heat up at an alien thought in your mind as you kept eyeing the older Prime.

He didn't show any signs of rusting, like you've seen in Wheeljack, and he certainly was still as strong as a Predacon. For the love of all that's holy, the mech almost tore down the place when he was resurected because he was still in fight mode, ready to shake the grounds for some lowly Decepticons. If there was some kind of parralel for dilfs on Cybertron, you were sure as hell that Sentinel would be a decent one.

You found your eyelids become more and more heavy, and your head bumpped into the side of his thigh with a slight thank sound. "Easy, there little one... I'm still very much made of metal and you of flesh" He chuckled as you rubbed your head where you hurt it. "Yeah, I know. I managed to bonk it like hell on you..."

After some time, you finally realised that no one was coming back and you started to tear up, looking up at the stary sky. You didn't even know why you were crying for, you knew that this was a very dangerous job and it was never certain that they will return at all, let alone return alive. As your eyes clouded with tears, you felt one of Sentinel's digits gently pat you on your hear, ruffling your hair.

"There, there, little one. You are not alone"

"You'll die too one day"

Now why did you have to go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like that. The poor mech was just trying to make you feel better, to confort you; you needn't be that stingy with the old man. You tried to appologise, but he wouldn't have it. As he put it: one must never appologise for the way their soul feels, little one. In other words, he was understanding, more than you ever thought he could.

You cried, as he held you in his hands the whole night. It was almost immpossible for him to soothe your pain to be honest, and the Prime felt bad that he couldn't make his companion feel better. "Death is a bitter and unfair thing, my dear. But we must honour our allies by remembering them in the best way-" You felt very sappy already and shut him up by pressing your hands to his metal lips. He caught the gist and stopped talking, allowing you to talk.

Sentinel's optics widdened slightly as you pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss. The image itself was quite funny because you were quite a small human and he could literally fit you in his intake whole. Not that he'd ever do something like this, Sentinel was a vanilla-typpa-man. Somewhat.

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Later, when the clock hit 2 in the morning and the N.E.S.T. base was almost too quiet, you laid sprawled in one of Sentinel's servos, naked, as he was working his glosa on your needy, wet core. You were trying very hard not to moan, not to even sound out a whine, nothing. But it was difficult, as the older mech knew how to make his partens very satisfied. Every time your body twitched and tried to seek some form of support in him, he left out a slight chuckle.

"Is my little human already going to cum all over?~ Is my sweet girl going to beg for more?~" He kissed you again, the kiss itself being more hungry, but still somewhat holding back. The Prime didn't want to hurt you, not one bit and he knew how fragile humans could be.

His other servo pressed on top of you putting some pressure on your body. His colld metal cooled down your aching heat only a bit, making it more bareable. "So needy, my little girl" One of his thumbs moved and prodded the enterance of your vagina. That was it, you couldn't contain yourself anymore as you began to moan for him and sob as he got his tip in.

He shushed you, as his interface panels slowly retracted and let his spike presurise. By the Primes, he thought you were absolutely devine. Sentinel shifted himself, one servo holding you, thumb pumping slowly in and out of your pussy and one on his spike, slowly chasing his own overload.

"Are you going to be a good girl for your sire?"

"Yes-"

"Yes?"

"Yes!" You screamed out as you squirted, yet his movements didnt stop. "no, no little girl. We aren't stoppint until I have seen enough of that pretty face of yours as you cum on my digit.

As the military was now cleaning the remaining trasformium off the streets and making sure no civilian came in contact with the energon lingering everywhere, our famous heros returned to their NEST base in order to avoid the press going after them. All grand presses wanted to have a word with the leader, but also with the infamous Sentinel Prime who almost threw the Earth into slavory. Thankfully it was all an act to try and lure Megatron in and use him in order to restore Cybertron. He never intended for Autobots to get hurt, especially Ironhide... he thought it was a stun gun, and not his fussion rust gun.

The writhing of machinery around the base was an all-too present sound in the facility, the booming voice of Ratchet calling everyone to their destined repair bays was echoing in the main area. All but one went to get fixed. And this got you confused. Everyone deserved a good rest and new platings since the battle was so uncommancibly hard; so you approached him.

“Hey…”

He just let out a low, gutural sound as he looked in your direction. “Do you need anything, human?” So, back to the Sentinel who didn’t really care about learning people’s names, huh?. Fucking snob- “ “I am not in the mood to be talking to you, flesh” Ok, ouch, that hurt quite a bit. Why was he so mean all the time- oh yeah right, almost evil type shit. Sometimes, the amount of patience and forgiveness that Optimus is giving some of theese people is insane; no one you know would just forgive and forget anything- and almost enslaving a planet is worthy of not forgiving, thank you.

“I just wanted to make sure you are alrigh. You didn’t go to any repair bay…”

“It is none of your concern. As a Cybertronian, I can withstand great damage and still be standing. Of course your insignificant speecies does not understand that. You are too soft.”

“Ok, listen here you fucking asshole-” He really got you angry. But who wouldn’t get angry knowing the stress and loss you experienced, and now this moron was telling you, you don’t actually know what is hard and what not. You wanted to slap him across that stupid face soo much, but of course you couldn’t reach. You were just human after all. So, what did your sweet mind think? That kiccking his leg would actually do something. “I hate you-” And it did nothing. Absolutely nothing. But did you really believed that kicking a 30 meters-tall alien robot would do anything? You were weighting maybe about a 200th of his mass or so. Yet, you had the determination of thousands of little angry sparklings. And even if you managed to reach and slap him across his faceplate, he is made entirely out of metal. Hard metal that almost no utility machine on Earth can cut through it.

“Apologies? I am confused, did I perhaps say something that angered you, human?”

“Yes- Now listen, I heard from Ironhide you’re a racist fuck, but really? Right in my face?! He was so right about you-”

“I do not understand what you mean. Our races are different, of course I will state the differences very plainly.” He slowly crotched down so he could be closer to you, take a better look at you and try to understand why you were so furious at him. In all honesty, Sentinel thought- for a short second- that it was cute when you tried to kick him. He even had to try his mighty lot not to chuckle at that.

“So… you were not mean just for the spite of humanity or-”

“Your kind amuses me. So sensitive and ready to jump at each other’s throats if one says something that you do not like. You all behave like satrved, frozen sparkplugs; and I can tell you you are one that's most reactive to my words only.”

His servo reached for you and extended on the tiled floor, right next to you like he was inviting you in it. Was he trying to mime what you and Optimus did sometimes? Yes, the Autobot leader used so hold you in his servos and walk with you just so he could be closer to you- but you never would have thought that his mentor would try the same thing with you. Now, my dear, who were you to decline such an offer? You looked straight at him, in his soul and cautiously got in his servo. It was rougher than Optimus, battered even. The transformium alloy that covered it had countless scratches and chips. The knuckles of his fingers were a bit rusty and made a weird clicking sound when he moved them.

You haven’t even realised how much you’ve been staring at him, taking in every single detail that you could, like it would help you in case he changed his mind and dropped you. Before you even realised, Sentinel took you outside the base and stopped at the edge of the island-ish structure. “70% watter yet some of it is useless to your kind… How did you survive for so long if what every single human needs most is water, yet you cannot use this type?” Was he trully interested in humanity or was he trying to act nice so that you could “forgive” him. Either way, that would imply Sentinel cares about humans, or at the very least cares about you, as a human. You didn’t even think of the answer before he started to talk again “You know, on Cybertron we always got rid of things we didn’t need so that we can maximise our development and living conditions. I can still remember the life in the Forge before the toxic Red Energon was mined and detonated on Luna I. Oh, what memories”. He was talking as much as an old man, but you didn’t really mind, as long as he wasn’t saying something outrageous- “Your kind should do the same really- you’re stupid for not making teams and working to better everyone’s lifes.” Here it was. Again with the bustarded beliefs. In a way you couldn’t really blame him for them, it was just the way he was programmed most likely. Are Cybertronians programmed? Was this a bustarded comment from you? Or thought…

You tried to think of how a young Sentinel would be like, but you simply couldn’t. It was like he was born old, made to be old. Like that one neighbour you have back at your parent's house that's been there before the house even existed in the first place! And Cybertronians were not so different from humans, you thought: Sentinel was that neighbour. And truth be told, you heard about The Forge, a place where Primus made the first primes and working class autobots. So, there was a slim chance that he built Sentinel Prime to be an older mech, to guide others and piss off humans like you. You heard about it from the others a couple of times, but didn’t really ask more about it, you were human and as far as you could tell, The Forge and The Well o'Allsparks were sacred things to Transformers. Or something very close to sacred. 

You just laid in his servo and looked up at him, thinking about nothing in particular, but trying to look as if you were not thinking about him in particular. The both of you stood like that for a hot moment, yet it felt like an eternity. “Hey… old man, why did you want to take me here? And why like this?”

“Seeing Optimus do this I thought it was normal customs with humans.”

“Please say sike.”

“Pardon?”

Oh, so you really did need to talk to him like you would tak to an older man… You couldn’t really help yourself but snicker at the way he sentenced everything. Gosh, he really was trying to mimic Optimus. But why? And why with you? Not to mention that the fact he did not understand slang, yet this idiot downloaded his English language module from the 'World Wide Web'- you felt like getting older just hearing him say it.

“I mean… you really thought that you guys just reandomly pick up humans and walk with them??”

“Yes-”

That was it, you straight up just threw yourself into a laughing fit, leaving the older Autobot to meditate on what he did wrong now.

“I really need to teach you more about humanity, don’t I?” You tried to calm down from your laughing fit, as the elder bot still couldn’t wrap his head around things. “Ok, so right off the bat, we don’t just get picked up by you like we’re an object…”

He nodded, taking a mental note about everything you say: from how standard conversation queues worked, to how not to fall for bad jokes. No Candace, no ligma, no Joe-- you tried, oh how much you tried to make him understand that humans had horribly funny and stupid humour. It was so much easier with Optimus- yet again Sentinel’s production date must’ve been close to the Big Bang at this point, or at least to God's birthday or something.

“Thank you, flesh… this past hours have been entertaining.”

Oh yes, you lost track of thime that bad now. Neither of you had a care in the world about his wounds or the media banging at the facilities main enterance to demand answers. You smiled stupidly to yourself as the thought of you standing next to a convicted criminal that traded Earth (almost traded Earth) for his own planet that wasnt really convicted right now was quite funny.

“Sentinel, I do know a thing or two about your kind from Optimus-”

“Why are you so attached to him…?”

His question completely threw you off your orbit and made you stare into the hurison, not really knowing what to answer him. You always felt a deep connection with the leader of the Autobots- like he was family. Everyone knew not to mess with you because you were ‘boss’s little thing’. People around the base always judged you, thinking that your relationship with him was more than just found family… And now Sentinel was thinking the same. "I know what you are thinking, old man. No, I am not in love with Optimus-- he feels like family."

"I did not ask you of your love interest, fleshling. I have asked what makes you so attached to Optimus. I am intrigued and I want to know what makes you two click so perfectly given you're human and he's not."

At least he did not ship you with the current autobot leader, so that my friend, is a very big win. You tried to explain to him that it's not something gin particular that makes you and the truck-transformer be a good duo, but rather just time made that professional bond feel like fond family to the both of you. Most of the terms you used were almost alien to Sentinel, as he did not learn your language through the 'world wide web' as Optimus would say, but by scanning the first military man he saw and adapting to the language as he speaks. A very stupidly long and hard process that could have been prevented if someone told the old fella what he should've done in reality. 

Graces to you, you did not say something stupid or quote (too many) vines. You tried to keep it simple, yet simple it wasn't. Why? Because he hits you next with another un-answerable question.

"If the two of us were to spend time together just as you did with Optimus... would you consider me family as well, flesh?"

"Well, you see... It really depends on more than one thing Sentinel. Time is what was the most obvious. But we can barely even talk to each other because you don't understand me!" You rubbed the back of your neck slightly, feeling a bit bad you couldn't tell him a heartfelt 'yes'. But again, were you going to forgive a war criminal? He let out a soft chuckle, thinking of a way to get himself out of the accused side of this moral trial "It is not my fault you said rizz, human. I barely understand your language as it is, and this slang makes it impossible for me."

Ah... I must explain. At some point during the conversation you told him about Lenox's rizz in general. The man ain't even trying and yet he still smashes hard. And of course, Sentinel didn't knew what the hell rizz was, and you ignoring his inquarry. It was fun, in a way, to mess with the old Prime as you two were speaking. It  almost made you forget about the whole situation. Yet, the uncanny feeling you got when he was looking at you, the creaking of his rusting servos and peds, the tone in which he called you flesh. They all were a quick reminder to you that Sentinel Prime hated humans, wanted all of you dead and almost traded your planet for his only 2 and a quarter hours ago. Just a normal Wednesday at NEST I suppose-- "Neither it is mine. You're just old-" "I literally sired Optimus, you think I wouldn't be old?"

Excuse you?! Sentinel was canonically (sorry not sorry) Optimus' father? This was information that not even the great internet mega-archive of past-pressent-future could not hold. You felt your lips tremble up in an awkward smile as you muttered "Lovely". The whole sceene made Sentinel chuckle, his cooling fans kicking in as he moved his servo and squeezed you gently. His knuckles clicked softer now, sign that the metal was slowly growing more accustomed with the age rust around them.

"It is a long and very tragic love story between Stardust and I... oh what a beautiful and smart  shuttle-form she was. Her mind was even greater than her looks, and believe me when I tell you, tiny flesh, she was devine. Primus had outdone himself the day he created her and to be honest, I was not even thinking of courting her. I knew she'd maybe go for Zeta or frag- even Minimus, but not I. I was what you told me... an ugly duckling when younger." He looked a bit off to the side to a wall, as if he was imagining her being right here, right now. "So you could imagine the surprise I felt when darling her asked me out on a flight with her, and I said yes... even if I had an energon hoover frame back then- uhh... terrain mining, just to be sure you understand"

"And what happened?"

"I begged Primus to let me scan a second form for her, to impress her. He did not allow it, of course. He kept bullshitting me that she'd love me for who I am and not for my secondary form. And by the stars was he right. She laughed her head off when I told her the truth saying that she knew all along, since fly-mech usually holf their wings out to  impress. And the rest is history really"

"You said it was sad..."

Maybe you were stepping on mine terrain, where you shouldn't be. Truth be told, you were sitting on a huge land mine right now; but you were surprised that the prime gently ruffled your hair and pressed the very tip of a digit to your mouth. "And I'll deliver the full story if you want, but not until you tell me why you care so much." "I just found out my best friend's father is holding me in his palm." "Touche, little human..."

He reached out with his other servo and took an energon cube, drinking a long sip from it and sighed. "Everything was going fine: I became Prime together with 12 others, we began to lead Cybertronians as Primus retired into the core of our planet and I made Stardust my Conjux Endura. But beautiful moments never last long, Y/N" He did it, the mother fucker did it- "After we had planed to have sparkling and settle down, I was ready to give my position to the next Prime in training and senator at the time - Shockwave. But he became corrupt, something that I have been to careless to notice..."

There was a huge hint of regret in his voicebox, as if he blamed himself for whatever came next. You rubbed his thumb in a there-there way, to try and comfort him. But how does oene comfort a huge alien robot. 

"I was too deep into settling down, and having my femme carry at the time also made me soft and too careless... Shockwave's corruption, Megatron's revolutionary poems and Soundwaves espionage lead to the downfall of all Primes. They hunt us down like animals; and Ratchet helped me and Star back then. He sheltered us into the cargo of the main med bay of the planet. He checked on Star and always made sure she'd be comfy..."

"If Ratchet helped you then, why don't you let him help you again?"

"Because I am ashamed, human. One night, when I was helping Zeta reinforce the borders, Soundwave found Star and snuffled her spark right there and then. Ratchet was in an opperation with another doctor, but dropped everything to try and save her. Nothing could be done, except save our sparkling."

"Optimus-"

"Optimus... I was so angry when I caught word of it, it felt like I teleported there. And I blamed Ratchet for not doing enough to save my conjux, I yelled at him even if I saw how terrified and concerned he was..."

You wanted to hug him, you wanted to tell him that it's no one's fault except the Decepticon's. "And what if I tell you Ratchet doesn't hold a grudge against you anymore?"

"I'd call the bluff... even if it's most apreciated."