"Nova Prime! I will have words with you!"

The white and black Prime looked nonplussed as the behemoth Cybertronian stormed through the hall doors and addressed him. "Well this must be important indeed, if the great Omega Supreme deigns speak more than a single sentence." He nodded, dismissing his chief scientist Jhiaxus and a one-eyed mech Omega didn't know. The giant bristled as they left. He despised that sociopath under Nova's employ. "Now what is it?"

"It is the Ark, Prime. You may have the masses fooled, but I know your true intentions for it."

"I would be disappointed if you didn't suspect." Nova remained infuriatingly calm, finally turning to face him. "But trust me on this: you do not know the half of it."

"You cannot expect me to support you in this endeavor!"

"I am Prime, Omega. I don't need your support for anything."

"I am the High Protector of Cybertron."

"A title granted you by me, do not forget. You serve under my administration."

The giant clenched his clawed hand in frustration. For a moment, The Sentinel was inept. He did not like that feeling.

"We are a master race, my friend," Nova went on. "It is our duty to guide the universe to improvement."

"But we are not above corruption ourselves," Omega retorted. Look at who he was talking to. "It is not our place to tell others how to live until we get our own house in order. And that cannot be done until we rid ourselves from degenerates like Jhiaxus."

"Jhiaxus works to improve the Cybertronian race," Nova snapped. "He has made a mistake or two, granted, but-"

"Those 'mistakes' are Cybertronians too! Living beings, Nova. Beings you should be protecting, not twisting to your own ends."

"Enough! You have stated your peace, Omega Supreme, and you will not deter me from my path." Nova Prime walked over to his apex armor, transforming and merging with it. The components formed around him like wings, making him look more regal. More like some vast, predatory bird. "Come the start of next solar-cycle I expect a roster. I want your best warriors to accompany me aboard the Ark's maiden voyage."

Omega's optics widened. He understood now: Nova Prime believed himself a god in the making, if not already one. And there was nothing he could do right now to stop him. Without another word, he turned and departed the Prime's meeting hall.

But… perhaps he could throw a spanner in the works. Nova was more than a madmech; he was a force of nature. And sometimes such forces could only be countered… by another force. The Sentinel accessed his files, bringing up the name of a certain enforcer, one who had become infamous amongst his forces for his ramblings and delusions of grandeur. This mech was currently serving a sentence in prison for abandoning his post during a battle against hostile invaders. Apparently he'd believed he could vanquish them himself—but he had only left his teammates in danger. He had to be insane. Such a mech would surely cause Nova problems during his quest.

…Perhaps, even compromise the safety of the ship.

Omega Supreme stopped in his tracks, hesitating. Was he really considering this? Yes, yes he was. It had to be done. For the good of Cybertron and for the good of the universe. The Sentinel activated his communicator, hailing his lieutenant.

"Get me Galvatron."