Life of a Quintesson

Part 7.

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Roaming around Iacon was very calming. I was now wandering a much less crowded area of the city, there were other individuals around although a very small amount. Buildings were a scarcity as well, perhaps 10 or 11 at best. These structures appeared rather run down and were quite possibly abandoned, although nowhere near as awful as the ruins of Tetravore City. One large building up ahead caught my attention.

It was by far in the worst shape among all other structures in this area. It was surrounded by a barred gate that has certainly seen better days, and it looked as if someone had been entering and exiting through a hole in the bars near the locked gate doors. Truly beats the purpose of a lock, doesn't it? My curiosity got the better of me and I approached the gaping hole in the bars and examined it, it could easily fit me. I carefully squeezed myself through the gap, looking around at the area before me.

It could certainly use a cleanup, debris was everywhere. Who in the name of Primus would be so careless and lazy as to not pick up after themselves? I shook my head at the disgraceful scenery around me and walked towards the entrance of the structure, hopefully it will be much better inside. The entrance doors were rusted shut, with a sigh I used my strength to pry them open. They creaked loudly and anyone else around must have heard it, but I care not.

As I entered it was a very wide open space, much like a storage warehouse. Fortunately it was much tidier in here than it was outside, there was a strange arrangement of debris along one wall but I paid it no mind. Walking further into the space, I was in disdain to find several large dents to the walls. It looked as if someone was either thrown into them or throwing something into them, it was rather odd.

But overall, it had a rather high ceiling, some damaged structural support but repairs could easily repair it, and more than enough space for someone to live here. Ideas of reconstruction began to fill my mind, perhaps this large building could be reformatted into a laboratory if I truly chose to settle down here. In fact, I just might. From my observations, the area around is mostly barren, who would care if a laboratory was here?

Suddenly something tapped the back of my helm.

"Give me what you got." A gruff male voice was behind me.

I turned to face who dared to threaten me, I was met with a stronger built black and green Cybertronian with a knife in his servo. He truthfully didn't appear very threatening, the way he held his blade was sloppy and his defensive stance was no better. I raised an optic ridge.

"What are you doing?" I cross my arms.

He appeared flustered, "What am I DOING?? I'm mugging you!"

I wanted to chuckle at how ridiculous the Cybertronian was, attempting to "mug" me when it's visibly obvious I have nothing he could use upon my person. At least, none that he could see... As an intermediate swordsman, I may not be an expert but I certainly know enough to see that he's doing it all wrong.

"You do realize you're doing this all wrong, don't you? Your stance is off and you don't hold a knife like that." I gestured to his areas of improvement.

The mech became even more flustered.

"What the-Just give me what you got!" He ordered.

I simply rolled my optics and swung my leg at his, sweeping his pedes out from under him. He hit the ground with a loud grunt as I ejected my katana handle out from in between my arm joints, grasping it and the long blade penetrating from said handle. Pointing the energon stained blade at his throat, the Cybertronian froze and his blue optics widened in terror.

"Are you going to try that again?" I ask calmly.

He rapidly shook his helm, "N-No!"

"Good."