The Primes were useless. The High Guard more so for just mindlessly nodding along with every order of patrols and recon and reporting. Instead of sitting underground in Iacon, twiddling their thumbs and trying to have the longest running meeting on record, they should act! Make the first round of offense, catch the Quintessons off guard. Primus, barter if you have to. But cowering down in Iacon as a Prime was not how you were supposed to lead...
"... Very well. If you are sure that Zeta won't mind me taking some time off for myself, providing you and Nexus can keep his ship in order, I suppose if a Prime is telling me to rest more who am I to decline her orders" Sentinel smirked, slotting the last datapad in place and taking the offered servo, giving it a little waggle at her other three waving with such theatrics.
"The horrors indeed. If anything, you all should be the most careful given your contacts with Quintessons. Who knows what pathogens they carry"
"Onyx and Alchemist are keeping on top of that, don't worry." She helps Sentinel down from his little platform. "Now, what would you like to do with your free time, hmm? A day out in Iacon? Some time to yourself, or do you prefer a little company?"

















