Life of a Quintesson

Part 18.

"I got her some more toys to play with, a few of them meant for teething and a blanket. Oh, and 2 strong coffees for us."

He set 2 Macaddams coffees onto the table, I reached for one of them and started drinking. Same sweetness followed by a bitter aftertaste from the first time.

"Primus knows what would happen if she managed to get a hold of coffee, she'd be bouncing off the walls more than she is now." I grumbled.

Springlock saw Undertaker coming towards her with more toys, she let out a little gasp and started clapping. For a Predacon that's only a day old, she's smart enough to know what toys are hers. He set down the toys and she squealed with joy, crawling over to them. The sparkling scooped them into her arms and purred loudly, her barbed tail swishing with happiness. I smiled. Even though she kept Undertaker and I up almost all night, I still cared for her well being deeply.

"Look Springy, a teething ring! This is for you to bite on."

Undertaker picked up the 'teething ring' and held it out to her, she looked at him with a helm tilt. She cautiously reached for it and snatched it out of his grip, the young mech made the biting motion in a silly way to her. With that she looked back at the ring, and started biting on it with her sharp teeth. She started growling playfully as she started leaving teeth marks in it, she was certainly enjoying it.

I just kept drinking my coffee as Undertaker picked up one of her new toys, telling her what it was and that it was attacking a city while moving it around as if it were flying. This seemed to interest her and she picked up one of her original plush toys, going 'rawr rawr' and hitting it against the new toy. I myself didn't fully understand what they were doing, but they were both entertained and it was fine with me.

After some time of watching them, I had finished my coffee and felt myself start to wake up from the 'caffeine' as it was called. I no longer felt tired, but as I usually would with a good night's rest. Coffee is a miracle beverage in the world of raising a Predacon sparkling. If only it were upon Quintessa, I could have gotten my work done quicker if I had awoken earlier.

Actually, I wonder how the other Quintessons are doing without my presence. I'm hoping they're doing poorly, but it's unlikely. I do not care enough to go back and check on them, I may be curious but I am not a blundering buffoon. Quintessa would attempt to steal my creation once again and seek a way to create an army of Springlock. But unfortunately for her if she were to attempt such a feat, she would have an army of hyperactive young sparklings who don't listen to a thing she would say. And if she were to anger a Predacon, she would suffer dire consequences. The thought of it brought a mischievous grin to my faceplates.

"What are you smiling over?" Undertaker asked.

"Hm? Oh, just thinking of my home world in shambles." I said as I set my coffee cup aside.

The young mech gave a concerned look.

"You know, you don't talk about your home much. What was Quintessa like?"

"The planet or my 'sister'?" I ask.

"Planet."

I sighed.

"The planet itself was fine. I lived in a city with my maker, Quintus Prime, and hundreds of other Quintessons. It was the Quintessons themselves that I hated, although my sister up until the point she stole Springlock I thought she was somewhat okay to be around. Better her than the Judges."

"Judges??"

I nod, "You see, there is a place called the Court. The Judges are the heads of the court, literally, they share one body but switch in between one another. They may declare you either innocent or guilty, but the defendant gets fed to the Sharkticons regardless."