Life of a Quintesson

Part 24.

I had met up with Orion and Megatronus outside the Council hall, living here for a few stellar cycles helps me navigate this city like the back of my servo. I suppressed my mischievous grin as I approached the 2 of them, only giving a nod.

"Are we ready?" I ask.

"We certainly are. This event here today will be broadcast to all of Cybertron."

Good, then you will show how much of a monster you secretly are to the entire planet. I just know he will, he won't let me down. I wouldn't be surprised if Undertaker and Springlock would watch this all occur, and the look of shock upon his faceplates when he would discover that I was right about the gladiator.

The 3 of us enter the council hall.

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The old scientist was correct, Undertaker and Springlock were watching the event about to occur. The young Predacon had her favorite plush toy and sat on the floor while the young mech sat in one of the chairs, paying close attention to the screen. The screen showed Megatronus, Orion and Nex entering the council hall, to which the Predacon pointed to it.

"Papa on tv!" She said.

"That's right, Springy." He cooed at her.

She laughed and clapped her clawed servos together.

Megatronus had taken the lead and bowed before the council members, Orion and Nex kept their distance as the gladiator and listened. The Quintesson had his arms crossed all the while watching with a serious stare fixed on his 'friend', Orion however just had a neutral expression with his servos behind his back struts.

"High Council, I am Megatronus and I bring with me 2 close friends. We come before you in demand of a free Cybertron."

'Close friend my aft.' Nex thought to himself.

"Very well, Megatronus, speak your peace."

The gladiator proceeded to talk about how the old guard of Cybertron was corrupt and needed to go, so far nothing seemed out if the ordinary. Nex had a displeased look upon his faceplates as Megatronus began his speech on a good note. He began to think that his guttural feeling was mere paranoia, quite possibly the result of living around the arrogant Quintessons. Perhaps he was wrong about the gladiator all along, and it was just him being a fool. Undertaker saw the look on Nex's face as Megatronus spoke reasonable things, a soft smile upon his own.

"I told him Megatronus wasn't bad." He said.

That caught Springlocks attention, she looked at her current caregiver with a worried look.

"Megabot mean..." she said.

Undertaker turned at her with a puzzled glance.

"What do you mean? He's only been nice to you, hasn't he?" He asked.

She nods but still looks worried.

"Somefing not right wiff Megabot. Owion nice." She says.

The young mech was surprised. She never said anything about Megatronus in such a manner before. He only turned and looked back at the screen projecting the live event.

"And what is it you plan to do with the old guard if this is to take place?" Another council member questions.

"Take it by FORCE."

Everyone went silent. A look of shock plastered Orions faceplates, all while Nex's optics widened as he turned to stare at Megatronus. The gladiator went on to say how the old guard was corrupted needed to be purged, and that he himself should be new leader. The more he spoke, the worse it became. Mentions of war, world order, and words of what those would call tyranny and dictatorship came out of his mouth. Needless to say, the records clerk was beyond horrified. But Nex wasn't. He appeared as if he wasn't even surprised, mostly. His wide optics indicated some shock was present, but not much else.