Life of a Quintesson

Part 10.

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Later that evening, Undertaker and I went out into the city of Iacon. He lead the way through the streets into an area that I haven't explored yet during my time here. As we drew closer to where he said we were going, a strange noise caught my attention. I've never heard anything like it in my entire lifetime, I cannot even put it into words of how to describe it. But I didn't despise it, nor exactly favor it.

The younger mech suddenly halted where the unusual noises were the loudest, I would have bumped into him were I not paying attention.

"Here we are, Macaddams. Rumor has it that Macaddams is one of the thirteen original primes. I personally don't think it to be true." He announces.

Looking up, there was a sign above the entrance to the building. It was composed of a face and the word 'Macaddams' in bright lights.

"What is that noise I am hearing from inside?" I asked.

Undertaker raised an optic ridge.

"Uh, it's music. Come on, let's go in." He says.

I followed him through the doors of the structure and saw we had entered a large room where several Cybertronians stood around and talking to one another. There were several seats and tables against the walls, large monitors on the wall showing parts of an event, and a bar with seating, a lone Cybertronian behind it cleaning drinking glasses. This was certainly something I wasn't expecting. Undertaker headed for the bar and took a seat, I did the same and took a seat next to him.

The Cybertronian behind the bar noticed us and approached.

"What can I get you?" He asks.

My comrade looked at me for a decision, I simply shrugged as I didn't know what to choose.

"2 high grades please." Undertaker replied.

The Cybertronian nods and went to work. I glanced around the room at the other individuals, they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Suddenly the so called music changed, this made everyone present turn their helms. Everyone had turned their attention to a bluish purple and white colored Cybertronian standing in front of a device, a cable running from it to the back of his helm. Just then, he started moving in a strange way to the tune. I was dumbfounded and stared in disbelief. He continued doing unusual movements when 2 others joined him, Undertaker took notice.

"He's got some moves."

"Is they not well? Why are they moving like that?"

"It's called dancing, how have you not heard of dancing before?"

I sighed, "If you knew where I came from, you would hardly know anything."

Undertaker went silent. There was an awkward silence in between us for a few minutes when the Cybertronian behind the bar brought us two glasses with a high grade energon. I would have never thought that this could be drinkable, I had only used it for some of my experiments in the past. Taking the glass, I took a drink. It had a decent enough taste, then a pungent aftertaste kicked in. Dear Primus, I wasn't expecting that whatsoever. I loved it.

"How do you like it?" Undertaker asked.

"Excellent taste, although I wasn't expecting that aftertaste." I chuckled.

"Ah, you must've never drank before. Be careful not to have too much, you might get hammered."

"I'll have you know that I certainly have drank before, just not this."

One of the monitors on the wall began showing another event, this one being of the supposed gladiator known as Megatronus I had seen on a monitor in the railway train. Undertaker looked towards the monitor with an excited look on his faceplates, I just rolled my optics and went back to my drink.