D-16 | TFO

Sentinel Prime's child was different from everyone in Cybertron, your appearance didn't look the same as your Sire. Maybe you had your Carrier's genes, D-16 thought, everyone also thought that.
D-16 like you since he were made, he even had your poster in his own bunk bed. Everyone in the mines knew him like you, even joke him about that and he never rejected it.
And now, you stared at the gray miner bot, who sat in front of you. You had your arms crossed and displayed a not-so-friendly expression. Him and his friend, Orion Pax, had competed in the Iacon 5000 race, even though they were lower-class cogless bots with no ability to transform. In other words, it was unheard of, it was dangerous, and pretty much illegal.
Your Sire, Sentinel Prime, was in his office having a word with Orion, and you remained outside with D-16. Most of your life had been spent shadowing your Sire, as he prepared you to one day rule Cybertron in his stead. Although you tried your best to maintain a disapproving and stoic expression, you couldn't help but curiously glance at the miner in front of you, wondering what drove him and Orion to engage in such a dangerous act.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when D-16 spoke up in an attempt to ease the tension
"Nice home you got here."