Life of a Quintesson

Part 15.

Megatronus and his friend which I've come to known is named Soundwave, Undertaker and I talked later into the night. They did most of the conversing while I was more on the quiet side of things, which looking back at it more than likely made me appear shy. But I would answer some of their questions if they were aimed at me with very vague answers, otherwise I would just stare off into space.

"Nex?"

Megatronus seemed to be trying to get my attention.

"Apologies, my mind is elsewhere as of this moment."

"It's alright. What is on your mind?"

Short and simple.

"I'm...thinking of where to find some 5-78, I require some for what I am working upon. I doubt you would know what it is."

"I actually am aware of its existence, Shockwave uses it for some of his work. Perhaps he could spare some if you are in desperate need."

I raised an optic ridge, "I wouldn't say 'desperate need'-"

"Say no more, I will contact him later and request some be delivered to your laboratory. How much do you need?"

This was unbelievable. I simply say I was looking for a substance, he KNOWS of it, and he offers it to me. Undertaker did say that Megatronus was rather friendly, but being treated in such a kind gesture was still unusual for me. Looking to the younger mech, he only vaguely gestured to the gladiator. I look to Megatronus.

"Not much, perhaps a small crate. Maybe even half that." I say.

"It shall be done, I'll ask either Shockwave or his assistant NightShade to deliver it to your lab. Of course we'll need to know where it is to deliver it." The gladiator stated.

"It's in the warehouse district, not too far from here." Undertaker spoke out.

"Noted." Soundwave said.

That was the first word I had heard out of the mech all night, and I was shocked to hear how artificial his voice sounded. It sounded as if his voice was made for an AI system more than a sentient being. Even with his strange voice i was more relieved that I was going to get what I required to continue my project, perhaps more than I needed. But too much is much better than not enough, I could use the rest of it for future projects.

"Oh shoot, we should be getting home Nex. The construction crew is coming around noon tomorrow to start building the second floor." Undertaker said.

"Oh that's right."

I stood up from the table and the younger mech followed.

"Thank you for the fun evening, Megatronus and Soundwave. I can pay for our drinks."

"Nonsense, I paid for everything. You two have a good night, I'll have your 5-78 delivered tomorrow morning as to not disturb your construction crew."

I was surprised by the gladiators kindness, but it unfortunately didn't make me start to trust Megatronus. Although it has opened a new perspective of him, he would do anything to help someone. I would do the same, but only if someoned was in desperate need of assistance. Like the young inventors who were struggling at the convention, or Undertaker when he was living in terrible conditions.

"We really appreciate that, we'll be going now. See you around." The younger mech said.

With that said we left Macaddams. Undertaker and I headed home and went to recharge.

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The next day I was checking around my laboratory for anything that may have come undone, fortunately none had. The next thing I knew I heard a knocking sound from down the corridor, it was quite possibly the 5-78 being delivered by either Shockwave or this NightShade character. I exit my laboratory and head toward the rusty entrance door, still need to get that replaced. Reaching the door, I opened it manually. Standing outside was a femme, but she was no ordinary femme.