Life of a Quintesson

Part 4.

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Of course, this was all ages ago. I had presented my maker the blueprints of the Predacon femme I had created out of pure boredom, and he was very intrigued. So much so that he wanted himself and I to create her rather than the typical Predacon together, but I had to create her beast form. I gladly did so and created something that I was rather proud of. Master and I had begun the process of cloning the beast once its beast form was designed, using an actual Predacon remain for a CNA structure sample.

My lessons are almost completed as Master had encouraged we do at least 10 to 12 lessons per cycle to get through them as quickly as possible. I found it rather odd that he would do such a thing, but since I never truly engaged in social events with my Quintesson brothers and sisters I did not mind it as it took up most of my time. I had also noticed my master becoming slower and appearing more exhausted than usual, only I had figured that it was due to the long lessons during the cycles and they tired him.

That was until that one faithful day.

Today was my final lesson of everything he knew that he could teach me. I was finishing with the schematics of some very complex weaponry in the peaceful silence of my chamber, putting them away within a desk drawer. I stood from my seat, put on my protection mask and exit the room, headed towards my makers laboratory. I was very ecstatic for my final lesson, my master had told me that I was his most competent and intelligent protege he's ever had under his wing. Something that the other Quintessons mocked me for, but I simply tuned them out. I was almost to my destination when I heard a loud crash coming from the laboratory, my optics widened and spark filled with worry.

"Master?!"

I rush to the laboratory and enter to find my master laying upon the floor by a shattered empty cloning chamber, surrounded by broken glass from it. He was very pale and wasn't moving, his yellow optics were still lit but they were flickering.

"Master..."

Quintus slowly lifted his helm to see me approaching his still form, a slight smile upon his faceplates. I knelt down and carefully lifted my maker into my arms, in a sort of comforting hugging way. I didn't care about the lesson at this point in time, I only cared about my creators health.

"Ah Nexus...I don't believe we'll be completing your lesson today..."

"I care not if the lesson occurs, what is going on?" I question.

My maker coughed up energon and his optics flickered more.

"I'm fading, my creation...my time here is almost finished...I will be one with Primus very soon..."

"But the Predacon..."

We both look toward a large cloning chamber with the beginnings of the customized Predacon femme. Her helm and audio receptors, chestplates, beginnings of arms and legs were formed thus far.

"I'm afraid you will have to do the rest yourself..."

"But Master..."

Quintus slowly put his digit to my faceplates, hoarsely shushing me.

"It's alright...I have full faith in you to complete her just fine...Nexus..?"

"Yes Master?" I ask.

"I need you to promise me something..."

"Of course, anything."

He coughed some more.

"Promise me...that you will use your creations for good...and do whatever it takes....to keep them safe from evil..."

I nod, "I promise."

"Good....my laboratory is...yours..."

My makers optics dimmed completely, his body suddenly began fading away before my very optics. I watched as Quintus simply vanished from existence, something that defied everything logically possible that he had taught me. I stayed in that one spot for what felt like an eternity, in utter disbelief that he was gone. It felt as if nothing in the universe mattered anymore.

My father unit, the maker of us Quintessons, was gone.

Announcing the news to the other Quintessons wasn't easy in the slightest. But what was shocking to me was that they didn't even bother to react, as if they were hoping for it rather than mourning for it. It seemed that I was the only Quintesson who cared that he was gone, it was infuriating. Quintus had created us all, and instead of feeling something genuine they simply rolled their optics.

But that did not stop me from fulfilling my promise to my maker. I began keeping my schematics, blueprints and inventions in the laboratory, I began keeping to myself much more than usual with hardly any contact with the others. I kept up with the cloning procedure for my Predacon and ensured everything was in proper working order. Nothing fractured or leaking, checking her development percentage, everything.

It's been ages since Quintus has passed on, and my Predacon was little over 50 percent complete. The complexity of her form made the process rather time consuming, but I believe that it will be well worth the wait. Her form was mostly developed, now moving onto the outer armor and thicker plating. I was working in what is now my laboratory with the bubbling of her cloning chamber being the only background noise.

Peace and Quiet, just how I required my ambience to work.