Life of a Quintesson

Part 8.

Undertaker slowly came to not long after he had temporally powered down.

"Ugh...what happened..?" He asked.

"You fainted after I told you of my Predacon."

His optics widen once again.

"W-wait!! That wasn't a dream?!" He cried out.

I shook my helm. The mech looked at the cloning chamber with the developing sparkling, he whimpered and scrambled to his feet.

"I-I thought you were just some weapon wielding weirdo looking for a place to stay!! Not some guy playing with fate! You're insane!! I'm out of here!!!"

Undertaker turned and ran towards the door which suddenly shut in front of him, he started hitting his fists against it as I sighed.

"Let me out!!" He yelled.

"No one can hear you in here, it's all soundproofed."

He spun to face me.

"You trying to abduct me or something?!"

I blinked.

"No! That's just how this ship was built. Now you also vowed that you would not tell a living spark about this, and I will certainly hold you to that. Besides, who would believe you when you say that an older mech managed to revive a Predacon?"

Undertaker went to say something, but he stopped himself. He knew that I was correct. Predacons have been extinct for eons, hearing of the obscure possibility of one being alive would simply be bad comedy. I crossed my arms and gave him a smug look.

"I'm the only one you can trust, sir. You have nothing to worry about, she is still in the process of development. Won't be complete for some time."

He sighed of relief.

"Now tomorrow, question your superior about possibly receiving materials. Or better yet, a pay raise." I state.

"I doubt he'd listen, but I'll try."

"Actually, may I ask where your place of employment is?"

"Towards the heart of the city, we're on a site where a building is half complete. Can't miss it if you're there."

"Understood. Now it's late, let's get some rest."

I turned and walked towards the sealed door which had now opened upon my motion, heading for the room I had considered my chamber.

"Hey uh, Nex?" Undertaker said.

I stopped and turned my helm to see him.

"You might be a Predacon making weirdo, but...I owe you one."

I didn't know how to reply to his statement, so I only gave a smirk and nod.

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After a peaceful nights recharge, Undertaker had headed off to his place of work after we had exchanged our com link codes. It would make it much easier to keep in contact while I explored around the large city, still keeping to myself as I would roam. Iacon was nothing like the captial city on Quintessa, and I honestly felt more comfortable here. Quite pathetic if I think about it. The new sights brought a sense of peace and intrigue into my spark. It was a nice change from walking around and being constantly observed by every bystander, or by-hoverer. Here, others walked like I did. It was considered the normal concept and I simply loved it.

I walked by several stores and places of entertainment known as 'clubs', very socially active places. I told myself that I would become more social and I certainly intend to be, but one
Individual at a time until I am more comfortable here. I took a relieved sigh and looked around at the other Cybertronians wandering around me, seemingly minding their own business. This was my kind of environment.