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Winged Sentinel Au Snippet 11: The Final Showdown

Warning: I have no idea how to write battle scenes lamo but I try anyway.

“ traitors, all of you,” hissed Alpha Trion with a completely insane look on his now damaged faceplate as he got up with a rose-sharp piece of debris in his servo. “None of you know the real values of the Autobots legacy, none!”

The old mech began running towards the four mechs with a rose-sharp piece of debris ready to stab any of them but he underestimate how outnumbered he was so Sentinel was still pretty pissed at the twins nearly getting killed and punch Alpha Trion in the faceplate while Blurr kicked him in the legs knocking him down on the floor.

“Listen Coghead if anybody doesn't about the real Autobot values it's you” shouted Sentinel pointing his lance at Alpha Trion's chest “Attempted murder against two Autobot soldiers, I should get you sent to the deepest part of Kaon where you belong “

However, Alpha Trion didn't seem to care about Sentinel's threats; rolling away from his lance, he immediately got back up on his feet and began trying to stab either Blurr, Sentinel or the twins once again while they blocked or dodged his attacks, especially Sentinel with his shield and Blurr with his speed although it was slower than usual.

“How dare you! I am one of the founders of Autobots Values! I practically created the lists,” hissed Alpha Trion with every attempt to stab the four mechs who responded by hitting or dodging him, especially “none of you have the right to say that!”

Jetstorm shot a windstorm at Alpha Trion while Jetfire helped by blasting fire at the mech which knocked him down against another wall..

Alpha Trion stared up at them in pure rage as the four mechs slowly approached and surrounded him with weapons on servos.

“Alpha Trion, listen! I don't know what your problem is, but there's currently an actual Decepticon spy called Longarms running around, so we don't really have time to deal with this,” yelped Blurr, trying to be rational with Alpha Trion. “I got the samples to prove it if you just let us pass. “

However, Alpha Trion didn't seem to believe Blurr claimed, scoffing off it immediately with his optics rolling as he struggled to balance himself up.

“Do you really think that he’s a Decepticon, he's more of an Autobot than any of you quislings will ever be” scored Alpha Trion kicking against Blurr's lower chest plate knocking him backward on the floor.

Sentinel and Jetfire immediately changed ar Alpha Trion with all their might while Jetstorm helped Blurr back to his feet and immediately joined back into the fight.

Despite being injured Alpha Trion was surprisingly agile and was able to dodge most of their attacks as he slid over near the now popped-open trash chute.

“You'll find nothing but failure in those samples, failure I tell you, for you, the real Decepticon of our society is you for thinking flight will ever be part of the Autobots,” continued Alpha Trion. “Never!”

Seeing Alpha Trion near the garage chute gave Sentinel an idea to get this old mech off everyone's back.

“Everyone grabbed him and lifted him now! " command Sentinel grabbing Alpha Trion by the right arm.

Blurr, Jetfire, and Jetstorm immediately followed Sentinel’s orders, grabbing Alpha Trion and following Sentinel's lead as they lifted the Alpha Trion to the garbage as the old mech screamed, “What do you think you're doing!”.

“Now toss him!” Command Sentinel to the three mechs.

Together, the four of them toss Alpha Trion into the garbage chute and watch in widened optics as he slides down the sloping passageway, screaming until he disappears into the dim darkness of the void.

For a moment, they stared down and panted at the sight before snapping out of it, knowing that this wasn't over yet.

“Come on, let's get these samples to the Preceptor's lab and scan- ” Blurr cut himself off when he tried to pull the samples out of his glove compartment only to realize the glasses that contained the samples were broken leaving samples in a mess of purple liquid. “scrap”

Sentinel didn't like the sound of that “scrap “at all; that was the sound of terrible news.

“Wait, we can still scan these, right,” gulped Sentinel nervously with anxiousness over his helm.

“w..well, hypothetically, if I lean my glove compartment over the scanner and let the liquid spill on it, then yes, I should work, “ gulped Blurr, closing his glove compartment before the purple liquid could completely spill out.

“However with the samples exposed on my body, so could be a sight chance the scanner might get the results messed up” continued Blurr.

Sentinel didn't need to be a genius to know what that meant: the scanner could reveal Blurr as the spy instead of the real spy Longarms.

“So let me get this straight the scanner might think you're the spy is that what's I'm hearing “ questioned Sentinel making sure he getting this right.

“Basically yes, however, we don't really have any other choice here.. do we..we have to take that risk “ replied Blurr “So come on let's stop Longarms “

Sentinel usually doesn't like taking risks since he sees the consequences of it; however, in this situation, considering their servers were tied behind their backs with a lack of any options, so with a sigh, Sentinel turned his helm over to Jetfire and Jetstorm.

“Blurr, Jetfire, and Jetstorm let’s transform and stop that Decepticon,” commanded Sentinel, transforming into his vehicle mode.

“Yes sir,” spoked Jetfire and Jetstorm, saluting Sentinel before transforming into their vehicle mode, with Blurr transforming along with them.

Together the four went out of the white room towards one of the passageways that took them towards the hallways of Fort Maximus once there they immediately headed their way over to Preceptors Laboratory however during their trip they heard the echo of slamming and fighting.

“What the scrap” yelped Blurr searching for the source of noise that seemed to be coming from Longarms's office

Fighting inside of Longarm’s office now that can't be good.. was that con going try to kill another fellow Autobot.

“Great, what that's no good con is up to now,” gruffed Sentinel. “You three keep going to Preceptor's lab while I pay a visit to that scam”.

“Right, “ replied Jetfire, Jetstorm, and Blurr at the same before continuing toward Preceptor's lab.

Sentinel took a deep breath transforming back to his bot form and headed towards Longarm's office entering the room with a determined look on the faceplate.

He widens his optics in shock to find Jazz fighting a damaged purple Cybertronian with a Decepticon logo on him and witnesses Jazz hitting the con at an impressive speed with his Nunchucks; however, the battle seems to be swaying in Shockwave’s favor as the con begins pulling him back.

Sentinel was of course still angry about that argument that he had with Jazz but at the same time he couldn't just leave him like this and there was no way in cybernation he was going to let Shockwave win.

So Sentinel charged toward Shockwave with his lance and used it to help Jazz fight back Shockwave with a loud slam.

“Servos off the Autobot” shouted Sentinel knocking Shockwave against the wall with Jazz's help.

Shockwave groaned in pain as he quickly got back on his feet while Sentinel and Jazz prepared for his next attack.

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Blurr widened his optics in horror as he tried to open the door to Perceptor's Laboratory, only to find that it was locked.

“No, no, a locked door is the last that we need,” yelped Blurr, banging on the door in desperation while the twins watched. “You two got any idea how to unlock a door without a key?”

Jetfire and Jetstorm turned their helm over to each other both had different ideas on how to handle the door.

“Kick it down” suggests Jetfire raising his fist to kick open a door. “Hacked into it,” said Jetstorm right after his brother.

“Ok, both of those options are against protocols but then again we just toss a council member into a garbage chute so why not “ shrugged Blurr feeling like he was losing his mind a little bit.

So, with a deep sigh, he took a few steps back before charging towards the door, yet he seemed to be running slower and slower every minute.

Blurr didn't like this at all: was his special ability fading away? That can't be good however there was no time to find a doctor so he just simply shook it off ink about it later before giving the door a firm fast kick.

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“I apologize that this must be this way but I got a mission to complete “ spoke Shockwave expanding his arms and trying to slam Sentinel and Jazz into the ground yet they were able to dodge his attack

Although Shockwave's expanded arms did give Sentinel an idea, they used Shockwave's arms to tie him into a perfect knot.

“Jazz grabbed his left arm while I grabbed his right arm. “ commanded Sentinel, dodging two of Shockwave’s strikes. “Make sure to wrap it around his body!’

Jazz, noticing Sentinel's plan, nodded in agreement as he dodged a few strikes from Shockwave. After a struggle, Sentinel managed to grab Shockwave's right arm. Together, they tied Shockwave's arms in a Constrictor knot behind him and then kicked him down to the floor.

Shockwave's attempts to unite himself and lift his helm were unsuccessful: he was completely trapped in his own design.

“And stay down! “ shouted Sentinel, pointing his lance at Shockwave's neck, who strangely complied with Sentinel's demand.

Sentinel while keeping his lance on Shockwave’s neck turned his helm over to Jazz and widened his optics in astonish once he realized that the Cyber-Ninja wasn't wearing his shades showing his blue optics which Sentinel had never seen before until now: they were shining bright like stars in the star's space which Sentinel kind of found pretty.

Wait no! Sentinel was still pissed at Jazz and to show so the prime used his foot to hold Shockwave down so he could cross his arms.

“So you decide to show your faceplate around here again” huffed Sentinel with little smoke coming out of his pipes

Jazz gulped a bit; however, at that moment, he knew he couldn't let fear control him, so he stepped up towards Sentinel, not expecting forgiveness but doing the right thing as he opened his glove compartment and pulled out the messy drawing of Sentinel, Jetfire, and Jetstorm.

“I thought I should give this back since it is clearly important to you. In fact, this whole is important not just to you but to everyone else, “spoke Jazz, giving the messy drawing to Sentinel.

Sentinel's optics widened his optics at the messy drawing..he couldn't believe Jazz kept it when he could have easily thrown it away, and the words coming out of his glossa were genuine from the spark, although Sentinel was still a bit unsure.

“ And I'm sorry I couldn't see this before, but from now on, I promise to be on your side, Sp, no matter who we fight, “ continued Jazz. “Autobot, con or otherwise,”. Continued Jazz with a determined light in his optics.

Sentinel did appreciate the apology, but it's going to take a lot more than that for him to fully trust Jazz again. It’s one thing to make a promise, but it is a completely different thing to push through with that promise, so he sighs and puts the drawing away.

“Look, I appreciate the apology and all, but you have a lot of work to do before I can fully trust you again, so..I’ll think about it, “ spoked Sentinel, uncrossing his arms and putting his servos on his hips.

“I understand, but for now, let arrest throw con, shall we? “ sighed Jazz, a little disappointed but happy that he did the right thing.

“Right,” replied Sentinel, letting out a deep breath.

Sentinel and Jazz lift the restrained Shockwave taking him out of the office where they reunite the twins along with Blurr who holding a freshly made datapad in servo looking excited.

“Sentinel, good news, we got the results, and they turn out just fine-” Blurr cut himself off when he saw the restrained Shockwave, and his excited face turned into one of resentment. “Oh hi Longarms I a that even your real name “

Jazz’s bewilderment, although Sentinel didn't notice or care, Shockwave seemed to turn his helm away from Blurr's faceplate in fear, shame, and guilt.

“It's actually Shockwave “ muttered Shockwave almost choked up with a little guilt inside of his voice

“Do you expect me to believe that after everything you've done” hissed Blurr “Come on guys let this scam to justice”

Blurr pushed Shockwave aside before proceeding towards the council hall, with everyone else following behind him, holding the restrained Shockwave.

“Well that was kind of weird “ pointed out Jazz in a whisper over to Sentinel as they dragged Shockwave along with them.

“Well, Longarms did try to kill him and was a con spy the whole time along with other crimes so I don't blame him “ pointing Sentinel back.

“I- wow. Yeah I guess you're right,” sighed Jazz, lowering his helm as he couldn't help but feel like there was more to the story since the resentment on Blurr’s face and his voice seemed to imply something more personal.

Whatever it was, It didn't matter, at least for now, as the five mechs stepped towards the doors of the council hall.

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Inside the council hall, Ultra Magnus and the council sat down with a nervous look on their faceplates as they watched Preceptor giving a presentation on a hologram of a constantly changing graph while Ironhide stood guard at the entrance.

“Are you suggesting I update myself Into a jet to gain Cybertion approval and accept my former sub commander’s idea of an aerial bot unit, the same sub commander whom I may remind you I just suspended days ago for breaking protocol “ questioned Ultra Magnus, clearly not expecting this at all.

Perceptor rolled his optics at Ultra Magnus's repeated questions, realizing it was the third time Magnus had asked the same thing in a row. Once again, Perceptor needed to repeat everything.

“As I said before it seen that 69 percent of Cybertron wanted the right to bear wings and it seems like the percentage is growing every day” explained Perceptor pointing at the graph that has an arrow that keeps rising upwards every hour

Ultra Magnus didn't show it, but he was extremely anxious about the rising graph, as Cybertron had never previously shown such high interest in anything other than the usual.

“Each of them wanted you as their leader to pass laws for these rights and for you to personally teach both the past and new generation how to fly or at least set up a system for this new type of education, “ progressed Perceptor as he changed the hologram to a list of requests and questions. “If not I’m afraid the majority might deflect from our side”

Ultra Magnus gulped as he read the list of questions that were flight-related or any aerial experience questions that he didn't know anything about: he wasn't the one flying in the air or spreading night reaching into the topic that was all Sentinel.

“I- what in the all spark is an angle of attack” questioned Ultra Magnus narrowing his optics at the list not understanding a single word on it.

Ultra Magnus’s question caused the council members to whisper among themselves, expressing doubt about his leadership abilities for the first time in many cycles.

“Woah, if only there were a prime with wings that could answer that, “ Wheeljack spoke up for the first time “Oh wait, there isn't! Because you fired him ”

Oh, Ultra Magnus didn't like that at all since he was sure with all his spark that he made the right decision to suspend Sentinel from duty after fixing his mistake of suspending Optimus from the academy all those cycles ago.

“He broke protocol without saying a single thing about and there is nothing on Cybertron he could have done to redeem this crime “ argued Ultra Magnus back

However, As soon as Ultra Magnus finished speaking, Sentinel Prime entered the council hall with a restrained Decepticon in tow. He was accompanied by Jazz, Blurr, Jetfire, and Jetstorm. The sight left everyone in the council speechless as Sentinel tossed the Decepticon onto the ground

.“Well, that certainly something,” whispers Wheeljack over to Ultra Magnus in an almost smug way.

Ultra Magnus just groaned and rolled his optics before glaring down over Sentinel's little group and restrained Decepticon.

“Sentinel, what is the meaning of this!?” demanded Ultra Magnus looking between Sentinel and Shockwave.

“Ultra Magnus, sir, this Decepticon you see before is no other than Longarms himself who was the real spy the whole time,” replied Sentinel. “Show them, Blurr.”

Blurr nodded and tossed the datapad containing the test results onto the council table, revealing Longarms to be the spy.

The council gasped in shock and began discussing the situation loudly among themselves. Some members wondered what to do, while others criticized Ultra Magnus quietly under their breath. Unfortunately, Magnus overheard them and watched as their discussion quickly devolved into a full-blown argument.

“Can't believe Longarms is a spy!” whispered one green council member to another one.

“And to think that Ultra Magnus made him sub-commander “ whispered a gray council member back to the green one

“So let me get this straight we were chasing the wrong guy the whole time! “ exclaimed one red-orange council member on the left side “wasting our resources for nothing when we could have funded literally anything else”

“Hey, it's Preceptor's fault for spending half of the budget on those unless experiments, “ hissed a golden council member on the right side, pointing at the Autobot scientist.

“I prefer to not be involved in the conversation” responds Perceptor emotionless as ever

The argument between the council grew worse every second as criticism flew left and right until Ultra Magnus couldn't take anymore.

“ENOUGH” shouted Ultra Magnus stunning everyone into silence with his booming voice

Despite the long silence in the hall, a few whispers lingered. However, Ultra Magnus’s glare managed to shut them down.

“Ironhide, take this Decepticon down to the holding cell, “commands Ultra Magnus firmly.

“On it” replied Ironhide following Ultra Magnus’s command to the tea, dragging the restrained Shockwave towards the exit of the hall

Sentinel observed, anticipating that the Decepticon would attempt to struggle or fight against being dragged away. Surprisingly, Shockwave remained almost numb as Ironhide pulled him out of the council hall and disappeared down a distant hallway.

Strange, however, Sentinel couldn't care less as he turned his attention back to Ultra Magnus, who was glaring at the prime with a serious look on his faceplate as he got up from his desk.

Sentinel gurgled as Ultra Magnus slowly approached him yet he wasn't alone as Jazz, Blurr, and the twins stood by his side with every optics from the council members watching the scene unfold.

Before Ultra Magnus could take another step closer to Sentinel, Jazz jumped in front of him, staring the commander down with a brave faceplate.

“Hey, before you think of doing anything, may I remind you he just took a spy that you made a sub-commander?” spoke Jazz assertively with zero hesitation.

Sentinel's optics light up at Jazz's assertiveness both in surprise and a small amusement: what do you know he did follow up with his promise?

“And he saved me from being trapped in a landfill of garbage, which I was in for days, “ nodded Blurr crossing his arms.

“And he's saved us from getting offline by the guy you choose to supervise us,” added Jetfire ready to help his prime.

Ultra Magnus watched in surprise as nearly every council member quietly spoke in favor of Sentinel as each member of the elite guard defended him.

“So I suggest you make the right decision, sir,” huffed Jazz a bit before crossing his arms in a defensive attitude.

Ultra Magnus glanced between the whispering council, the rising graph, and Sentinel Prime; feeling the pressure mount, the commander finally made a decision.

“Sentinel prime, you may have broken protocol cycles ago without saying a single about it,” stated Ultra Magnus with a firm voice.

Sentinel and everyone else watched with faded breaths as Ultra Magnus continued talking in his usual sternness.

“However, today you proved yourself to be a true Autobot, so despite the fact I don't usually do this, it is clear to me that Cybertron needs an Influence in the sky, and I believe that role belongs to you, “continues Ultra Magnus.

Sentinel widened his optics in astonishment, wondering if this really was happening right now: that he was going to get his job back.

“Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying? “ questioned Sentinel to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Ultra Magnus nodded before gently placing his hammer on Sentinel's chest plate, where his elite guard symbol had once been.

“Sentinel prime, by order of the council, you shall resume your duty as subcommander and as the new leader of the official aerial bots unit,” declared Ultra Magnus.

In a burst of swirling energy, Ultra Magnus's hammer created a new elite guard symbol on Sentinel's chest plate. Although it was an Autobot symbol, it was uniquely shaped like a phoenix, unlike any others anyone had ever seen before.

Ultra Magnus stepped back, putting his hammer away, while Sentinel and everyone else looked at the new symbol on Sentinel’s chest plate in amazement.

“I- thank you sir” gasped Sentinel in surprise as he clutched his chest plate where his new symbol was at

Ultra Magnus simply just nodded as if to say, “You’re welcome," before heading towards the exit of the council hall.

“As for Longarms, there will be a full investigation into his sabotages, yet for now, we must inform the public of this new development, so come along with me,” stated Ultra Magnus as he stepped out of the room.

Sentinel nodded before turning his helm over to the twins, Jazz and Blurr with a slight smirk on his faceplate.

“Well, looks like we're back in business, aren't we?” spoked Sentinel in relief that this whole crisis was averted.

“And it isn't shutting down anything soon, Sp “ replied Jazz with a smile across his faceplate.

Sentinel's spark swells at this: wow, when Jazz promises that he will be on his job from now on, he meant it; although there still needs some work to be done for trust to be rebuilt, at least it’s starting.

“Well, Jazz I must admit that pretty impressive of you to.. well you know speech to that commander like that so huh..keep it up, and who knows maybe just maybe I could trust you one day” shrugged Sentinel placing his servo on Jazz’s shoulder making the white mech faceplate turn a shade of blue for a bit.

Jazz just shrugged off the blush on his faceplate although not without Jetfire and Jetstorm noticing it who couldn’t help but stare at him with suspicion with an underline of amusement.

“For now let's just get out here” sighed Sentinel taking his leave with the Elite guard following behind him

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Shockwave fell against the cold, solid ground of a glass cell and watched as Ironhide entered a code to keep him locked in by shutting multiple metal doors before leaving via an elevator.

Shockwave just sighed before scanning his surroundings to find a familiar face in the cell next to him that sent a way of disgust down his spark.

“Well, hello, Shockwave or Should I say Longarms?” mocked Starscream as he laughed at Shockwave's current position.

“Hello, Starscream,” groaned Shockwave coldly, unpleased seeing the other Decepticon face.

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Ultra Magnus stood at a podium on an elevated platform, with Sentinel beside him and the rest of the elite guard nearby. Below the platform, a crowd of a million Cybertronians gathered, many of them holding signs in support of air travel rights, demanding changes.

Sentinel couldn't believe this: sure, there was still a minority protesting against jets, yet it seemed like the majority of cybertronians seemed to be in favor of flying and it was all thanks to him…he did all of this.

“citizens of Cybertronians, there been a bleach in our security; the Autobot known as Longarms was no other than a Decepticon,” announced Ultra Magnus over the podium.

The crowd immediately gasped and whispered at the news, each raising questions as they were all concerned for their safety.

“However, rest assured, he is currently properly captured and contained with a full investigation underway, “ continued Ultra Magnus with his speech.

Some members of the crowd sighed in relief, while others continued to whisper anxiously to one another. They questioned whether they were truly safe or if they could trust a leader who appointed a spy as the sub-commander of the Autobots.

“For now, let's move on to another matter. We have heard your requests for the right to bear wings, and so I would like to introduce you to the leader of our new unit of flying Autobots and the sub-commander of the Autobots... Sentinel prime“ announced Ultra Magnus stepping aside so Sentinel could take center stage.

Sentinel gulped a bit in astonishment a bit when he saw the now empty podium: he had always dreamed of this day, yet he never really thought it would be a reality to make a speech in front of millions if he was a Magnus and with so many optics on him he did feel a little tense.

“Come to Sentinel, sir, you can do it; we believe in you,” whispered Jetfire over to Sentinel with stars in his optics.

“Show them what you can do” added Jetstorm giving Sentinel a little thumbs up.

Jetfire and Jetstorm were correct; he could do this after all. If he could teach the twins to fly, save an Autobot from a landfill, and defeat a Decepticon with some help, then delivering a speech to millions of Cybertronians was within his reach. Taking a deep breath, he stepped up onto the podium.

“Citizens of Cybertron as the leader of this new unit I assure you that he was able to sore to great high without fear or judgment. “ announced Sentinel

The large crowd of Cybertronians has their optics locked on Sentinel. Some regarded him with keen interest, their curiosity piqued, while others exchanged skeptical glances, their smirks betraying a deep-seated disdain. The atmosphere crackled with tension, a mix of admiration and derision swirling around him.

“From my experience flying I learned the unfortunate injustices of our planet, I have seen firsthand how my students were harassed simply by the way they look however I plan to change that with new protocols in place that would shut down any business that doesn't accept jets, new healthcare updates, and heavily sentence for those who committed harassment or crime against jets “ continue Sentinel with his speech.

Jetfire and Jetstorm smiled wide at that student's part since they knew he was referring to them: he no longer saw them as just soldiers but as his star pupils.

“With this unit and these laws, I plan to create a path where jets and grounded vehicles can build a future together, changing Cybertron for the better and being able to protect this planet together as a team, “Finished Sentinel, “Now, does anybody have any questions?”

In an instant, a wave of Cybertronians shot their servos into the air, their excitement palpable. Among the crowd, a few couldn’t contain themselves and shouted their questions, their voices rising above the murmurs.

Sentinel progresses to answer all the obvious questions like the name of the unit, what it is like flying, where and when to sign up, etc. Nothing really caught Sentinel's Interest until a white mech that saw a reporter asked a question that Sentinel did like and was going to be the last one he answered for today.

“Can we see you and your students fly if possible?” asked the reporter with a microphone in his left servo.

“Well, I suppose we could give you all a little demonstration, but first, it best clear out and make a path, “ replied Sentinel with a little smirk.

Sentinel widened his optics in astonishment as most of the crowd stepped aside, creating a clear path for the three jets. It was a bit unexpected, but he decided to take advantage of it. He stepped away from the podium and turned to the twins, leading them toward the newly cleared pathway.

“Jetfire and Jetstorm transformed and fly out” commands Sentinel Prime transforming into his vehicle.

“Yes sir!” Squealed Jetfire and Jetstorm before transforming into their vehicle mode.

Everyone on the ground watches in astonishment as the three jets soar into the sky, performing tricks in the air, with Jazz and Blurr cheering from below.

Sentinel may not know what lies ahead for Cybertron, but he is confident that he has a team that supports him. With pride swelling in his chest, he and the twins execute a barrel roll together before flying off into the distance, where the future awaits them in the dark beautiful sky of space and what lay beyond the shadows of their world.

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#winged sentinel au #aka i have so much fun writing this au #tfa fanfiction #transformers animated #tfa sentinel prime #transformers maccadam #tfa jazz #tfa jetfire #tfa jetstorm #tfa ultra magnus #tfa alpha trion #maccadam #yes there will be a bad ending

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