Life of a Quintesson

Part 19.

"So what is that thing supposed to do again?" Undertaker asks.

I held up my now completed invention.

"It will harness the power of light and create an illusion over whatever or whoever it's implanted on, but it can do many other things. For example."

I placed the device onto his arm and activated it, the Light bender began to whir. The young mech stared at it, puzzled, until there was suddenly an identical clone in front of him.

"Whoa!!" He shouted.

The clone mimicked his movements in a mirrored motion, even his facial expressions. Little Springlocks optics were wide and she started applauding with a loud squeal, crawling towards the clone. But when she touched said clone of Undertaker, it distorted and glitched. She looked very baffled to say the least, the same to Undertaker. I removed the lightbender from the mech and set it down.

"That's only one of its functions, I'm currently designing a disguise in order for her to go out and not cause a panic."

"What do you have so far?" Undertaker asked.

I put the device down and picked up my holopad, showing him the very beginnings of a young Cybertronian femme.

"Huh, not bad. You're a pretty decent artist."

"Much obliged, but I must continue working on this."

"Maybe try thinking of every femme you've seen or met for ideas, each and every one is different from the last. That is if you remember them."

"I may be old, but my memory still serves as well as it did when I first onlined."

I started thinking about the femmes I had met during my time here, the one called Elita One and the femme from the parts shop in Kaon. I began to sketch down the possible ideas. The process went quickly as I remembered their appearances quite well, completing the sketch of Springlocks disguise. It could be neater, but that is for later. Now for a color scheme. Perhaps a metallic rust red would work fine.

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As I had finished neatening the design of her disguise, Springlock was climbing up my back struts. Her claws were not the most pleasant feeling ever, I just grit my teeth as she made her way up and onto my shoulder. One of her wings lightly smacked me in the back of the helm, she only giggled and nuzzled her face into my neck cabling. I smiled and gently pat the top of her head.

"I never thought a Predacon could be so affectionate." I thought to myself.

Springlock purred loudly and rubbed her helm against my servo, enjoying every second of it. I chuckled and looked at the datapad, admiring the design. The young sparkling turned her attention towards the datapad and saw the design, tilting her head and pointing at it with gibberish spouting out her mouth.

"That's your disguise, little one. It is so you can go out in public with me or Undertaker and not cause a panic."

She kept babbling illiteral nonsense, that was until I heard something phenomenal.

"D...di...guise...dis...guise...disguise!"

I was shocked to hear her first word ever spoken, another feeling of the unfamiliar emotion filled my spark as I removed the Predacon from my shoulder and pulled her in for a hug.

"Your first word, Predacons ARE capable of verbal speech!"

She squealed and laughed, playfully kicking me and trying to flap her wings, but they were restrained by my warm embrace. I couldn't stop hugging her. I was so proud of her, and of myself. Master Quintus would be pleased if he were here right now, I sometimes wished he were so he could meet his own creations creation. Even if she was born premature, she was far more intelligent than any premature newborn. She has already said her first word at 2 days old, even began learning to walk already. Next would be teaching her to fly, and that could be done in secret of the public on the third level of this facility.