Life of a Quintesson

Part 23.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Undertaker asks.

"Flying is in Predacons nature, very few lacked wings. Are you ready Springlock?"

The young Predacon was sitting on the floor and she started nodding frantically. I had the flight anatomy book open to one of the creatures with similar wing structure, with a structure like this the way for flight should be simple. I pray that I don't consume those words.

"Alright, before the flying can begin, you must learn to move your wings the right way."

Springlock tilted her helm, a confused warble coming out of her.

"Let me show you."

I knelt down to her level and carefully moved her wings up and down, she squealed happily and laughed as I did so. Her laughter brought a smile to my faceplates as I let go.

"Can you do that?"

The sparkling looked at her wings, her expression reading that she was thinking intensely. She slowly started moving them up and down like I had shown her, the look of shock on Undertakers faceplates was nearly impossible to describe with words. It was an excellent start.

"You're doing exceptional, little one. Can you do it a little faster?"

She tilts her helm and started moving her wings a bit faster, still not yet enough for sustained flight. The Predacon stood up from her seat on the floor and jumped up and down while flapping her wings in attempt to take off. She truly is desperate to fly, her impatience so far is as expected. But fortunately, this is a MUCH better start than giving her a bath. And surely that was alright with the pair of us.

"Patience little one. Flight takes time."

Her ears drooped, she then crossed her arms and pouted. I chuckled and picked her up.

"You will learn how to fly, my dear Predacon. I promise you that."

Her pouting face disappeared when I had said it, a smile covering her faceplates and her ears perking up. She giggled and pawed at my chin, purring as she did.

"Awww! Why is she so damn cute?" Undertaker asks.

"I don't know, that wasn't the plan. She isn't even supposed to look like this." I shot a glare at him.

"It was an accident. So, what is she supposed to look like?"

A bright blue beam shot out of my optics and projected the final design of my Predacon femme, Springlock gasped and her optics dilated while Undertakers jaw dropped. My sparkling reached out to try and touch it only for her clawed servo to go right through it, this shocked her to her very core. The young mech stared at the final look of Springlock in robot form, then I changed it to her beast form. He stared in awe as it slowly rotated to show every angle, I kept the hologram projected for a time of 1 minute and deactivated it.

"That is what Springlock is meant to look like. Alas since you made a mistake that could've killed her, she is underdeveloped. I am not mad that you did anymore though, because we are the very first to see and study an underdeveloped Predacon."

Undertaker smiled a bit, "Uh, glad I could help?"

"Don't push it. Now we will continue flying lessons later, right now I have some research to do."

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Later that night, I sat on my berth in my room reading the book of the Predacons. This had far more information than the documents on Quintessa, although that was considered obvious. The likliness of my world not having nearly enough information may be because Predacons were not very common on our world.  But here on Cybertron? They were far more populous as this is their original home. To say I was pleased was a massive understatement, I was beyond ecstatic.