Life of a Quintesson

Part 5.

"Nexus."

The voice startled me out of my focus, nearly making me drop a crucial part for what I was working on. Fortunately I had managed to catch it just in time before it collided with something else. With a frustrated sigh, I turned to see my sister hovering in the doorway. I rolled my optics and turned back to what I was doing.

"What do you want, Quintessa?" I ask.

"Nothing, just checking up on you. Since you never seem to be outside of this laboratory other than to your chamber or a visit to the Archives."

She wasn't wrong. But I refuse to affiliate myself with any of the other Quintessons, they were too crooked and such for my liking. Especially her. Quintessa herself was rather manipulative and quite sneaky about it, but I've learned to detect her attempts at manipulating me very quickly and immediately dismiss her. I ignored her mindless chatter and kept working upon my latest project, a weapon known as a katana. One day I fear it will come to me fighting the other Quintessons. I have been training with a spare pipe in my locked chamber to avoid suspicion from the others, and thus far it hasn't raised any.

"What is this little creature?"

That one sentence broke me from my focus, I turned to see my sister hovering in front of the Predacons cloning chamber. It was that moment I felt my spark stop pulsing out of concern for the experiment, but I kept my composure and cleared my throat.

"That is a Predacon in the process of cloning. Don't touch it." I stated firmly.

Quintessa glanced at me over her shoulderplate.

"And if I were to?"

"If you did, you would quite possibly end it's life before it even began. She's in a very fragile and vulnerable state. Now DON'T TOUCH IT." I snap.

She nods and hovered away from the cloning chamber, headed for the doorway. I began to resume my project when I heard her mumble a few words under her breath, unfortunately I couldn't make out what she said exactly. But if she is doing that, it inquires she is planning something.

I will need to be watchful of her. Some time later I had grown tiresome from the amount of work I had completed, it was then time for a short break. I removed my mask and set it aside, taking a sigh. My katana was almost completed, I would finish it later after I could rest for a while. Perhaps a quick recharge would do myself some good. I look towards the developing Predacon sparkling, a smile upon my faceplates.

"Rest well." I whispered.

Once I tidied up the mess I had created and put everything back in its proper place, I walked through the doorway of my laboratory. The doors shut behind me, a holographic keypad appeared with several symbols upon it. I typed in a series of the symbols and a clicking sound was heard, the sound of the laboratory doors locking. I do not trust any of the Quintessons as far as I can throw them, so this is a very necessary precaution. With the doors locked I embark towards my chamber.

The doors to my designated space open upon my motion and shut behind me, headed straight for my berth. I gently lie down upon the berth with a sigh, staring at the ceiling for a brief moment. My processor started to race with some of my curious thoughts.

What am I going to name the Predacon once it's born? What will it do when it sees me? Will it hate the other Quintessons as much as I do? The last question was more of a hope rather than thought, from what my research on the beasts have shown Predacons know when they are near dangerous individuals or situations.

With that last thought, I closed my optics and slipped into a peaceful recharge.

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