[You have never seen Cheetor looking this solemn. He's sitting in front of the camera, looking oddly composed, but pale and weary. Whatever hints of age he had on his face before have multiplied--he now looks about ten years older, and he seems hardened.]
Sentinel Prime is dead.
[He takes a moment to breathe.]
It was because of a war that followed us here. He wasn't a victim o fit; he fought for his side even when he was here. We've clashed in the past, but Sentinel Prime was a soldier, and he did what soldiers do. He was a good leader. He was...
[His voice seems to twist around itself on the edges, lending a harshness to what he says next.]
No. This was senseless. This had no point to it. This should never have been how things happened! We could have avoided this! This didn't have. To. Happen. We could have stopped the fighting, but no, we had to keep going. We had to have someone else killed.
[He takes a second to compose himself. When he speaks again, his voice is back to being calm and professional.]
I am in command over the Autobots until he comes back. He will come back. If he doesn't, then he's still in a place better than this one.
I'm...
If anyone wants to talk, I'm here. I... could probably use someone to talk to too, if it makes anyone more comfortable.
You're the one who's been around, right? Do you have an idea of what to do? Anything?