Life of a Quintesson

Chapter 3.

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I read through all of the Predacon documents after bringing them back to my chamber, and I was less than pleased that there wasn't nearly enough information as I was hoping for. Merely the anatomy of the larger beasts, the information of the Great Cataclysm. Needless to say I was very disappointed that there wasn't any more than that, I closed the folders with a sigh and placed them upon my desk.

I picked up a datapad and began looking over my daily agenda. Lessons with master Quintus were already completed, all that was left were some minimal things such as tidy up my chamber.

"Nexus?"

I turned my helm to see Quintessa enter my chamber.

"Can I help you, Quintessa?" I ask.

"I was simply curious as to what occupies you."

I raise an optic ridge. She has never bothered to ask what occupied me during my time here, it was rather odd.

"Nothing really. I was simply planning to tidy up a little."

"What is there to clean? This room is spotless."

"You never know, sister. Is there anything else you care to tell me?"

"Master wanted to see you, he said he has something for you in his laboratory."

Quintessa then left the room and I followed her out. I wonder what our master could possibly have for me, as him and I had already completed our lessons. Wandering the corridors, I saw the entrance to his laboratory just ahead. It is open so I assume he is in. I enter the laboratory to see my masters back facing me, so I gently knock upon the wall to capture his attention. He glanced over his shoulder to see me, it was evident that something was in his servos.

"You wanted to see me, Master?"

"Yes Nexus. I have something for you."

"What is it?"

Quintus slowly turns himself to face me, holding something out. From a first glance, it appeared to be a curved piece of purple scrap metal. But upon further inspection, it was not just a piece of scrap. It appeared to be a mask of some sort, one that I've never seen before. My master placed the mask carefully into my servos as I continued to gaze upon it, both amazed by the craftsmanship and confused as to why he was giving it to me.

"A mask?" I look to him.

"Indeed, it is yours. Try it on."

I didn't question him any further and put it to my faceplates, a clicking sound occurred. Removing my servo, the mask was firmly in place and didn't appear to be loose. It was a rather strange feeling at first, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I looked towards a reflective surface to see how it looked upon me, and I am not disappointed with what I see. The mask covered almost all of my face, leaving only my purple optics exposed.

"What is this mask for, Master?" I question.

"It serves as facial protection against any experiment that could possibly go wrong. I am not doubting you by any means, it is only as precaution." Quintus states.

I nod to show I understand, removing the mask very carefully.

"Master, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Is all that is in the Archives all that we possess?"

"Indeed it is. I assume you weren't satisfied with the current information of the Predacons."

I shook my helm.

"I do not intend to sound ungrateful for what I have learned, but I feel as if there is more that is missing."

"I am positive there is much we know not of the beasts..."

My master approached the 2 small cloning chambers with T-Cogs in them, the sight of them giving me an idea.

"Master, would it be possible to revive a Predacon by cloning one?"

This made my maker halt, he turned towards me.

"That would take several mega cycles, perhaps even eons," My master placed a digit to his chinpiece, "But it wouldn't be impossible..."

"Are you saying that you approve, master?"

Quintus nods.

"I do. Was there any specific species that caught your attention?"

"I favored the beaked creatures, the 'Gryffins' as they were called." I state.

"We shall begin at dawn, you are dismissed."

I gave a nod and exited the laboratory.

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The moment I returned to my chamber, I took a seat at my desk and reopened the folder containing the Predacon documents. I began rereading the information about the possibility the beasts could transform, that was my main point of interest. I picked up the datapad and hovered it over the picture of a gryffin, a beam scanned over the image and projected a 3 dimensional diagram of said gryffin.

The beasts insides were rather complex, much more complex than anything I've created thus far. It was very fascinating to look at, all of the inner workings of an extinct creature in comparison to what there is in the present day. I press a few buttons to see if I could present a clear image of what this Predacon might appear as in bipedal form, and fortunately I was able to do so. A diagram of a beastlike femme displayed itself in front of me. She was rather vicious and ferocious looking, but something within me wanted to see if I could alter it.

I used a single digit to turn the hologram and see every possible angle, seeing what parts went where and likewise. I touched one of the parts and dragged it away from the femmes armored frame. So it would appear that I can remove the pieces, that is a start. I proceeded to remove some of the bulkier pieces and put them off to the side until the minimal armor underneath was visible. Taking one of the holographic chestplates, I use 2 of my digits to attempt and scale them down.

Only instead I changed the shape slightly. I undid my mistake and started shaping them to my liking, humming as I did so. Once the chestplates looked fairly decent, I moved onto the arms. Using my digits to sculpt them into more interesting shapes wasn't very simplistic, but it was a brand new experience and I was enjoying it. The arms were much easier to change than the chest armor, up next were the legs. The legs also took almost hardly any time at all, mainly due to myself already fond of the design. Lastly was the helm. I didn't know what I was doing other than simply moving things around and changing shapes left and right. But when it was completed, I stared at what I had created.

It was not the same femme at all. What I had created looked nothing at all like a normal femme. She was a sheen golden yellow color,  large blue and red colored wings protruding from her back, blue optics, blue lights, large claws, a long barbed tail, and a much more animal like helm and face. She looked rather adorable, harmless even. But that was certainly not the case. If she is provoked or even threatened, it's for certain she will attack. I actually felt rather proud of myself for creating something simply out of pure boredom.

I saved the design of my creation, I must show this to my creator.