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Dr. Mengele was a loyal sentinel. He has an all-black paint job and can transform into a Mercedes-Benz 770k. He was the only bot who didn't mind the things Sentinel asked him to do. Dr Mengele was the one to figure out how to remove the T-cogs without killing the sparklings, while there were a lot of casualties in the process, he eventually got it. Now he is working on a personal project, a cybertronian that can transform into three different things: its standard form, a ground form, and a flying form. Sentinel was interest in his project as well and supplied him with a batch of sparklings he would turn off the sparkling ability to move so when he manipulates there T cogs they will not move he finds it better to have them awake for the process because he believes that they where to young to remember it when they got older.

It was a bad day for Dr. Mengele. A sentinel was coming to the lab to see how his triple-changer project was doing. Most of the subjects were doing well, but subject B-127 was not. He was surprised that that he survived the initial surgery do to how small he was from his charts Dr. Mengele sees that his sire and carrier where racers, he doesn’t have to worry about them trying to find there sparkling Sentinel killed them so there would be no loss ends, he was created to be a racer to. Still, his flying mode was just as small; he would not be strong enough to impress the Sentinel. Dr. Mengele entered the sparkling recreational room where the Sparklings interacted. As soon as he entered the room, all the Sparklings stopped what they were doing and were quiet.” B-127, come with me.” The other sparklings sighed in relief that Dr. Mengele didn’t want them. B-127 slowly walked up to Dr. Mengele. He was scared out of his wits. They walked in silence until they reached a hatch in the wall, and Dr. Mengele picked B-127, who started screeching in panic, but the doctor paid him no mind and dropped him down the scrap shoot.

When B-127 landed in sub-level 50, he found that he liked it better down here than with the doctor, even though it was lonely. He is 10 years old, a big bot, and he made his own friends. He doesn’t miss the other sparklings at all—nope, not one bit. He was just glad he was away from that horrible doctor. He remembers everything that Dr. Mengele did to him.

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