Life of a Quintesson

Part 25.

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It's been a few weeks since I've either seen or heard from Megatronus. Honestly, life has been so much less annoying since he severed ties with Orion, Undertaker and I. Always dreading whenever he would contact me, it was a blessing.

As for my confession to being a Quintesson, cybertronians have developed a variety of views towards me. Some were amazed, some nervous, some rude, but the majority were sympathetic. Feeling 'sorry' for me for going through such 'trauma' back on my world. There was no trauma, just a strong grudge against my siblings. I'm fragging relieved that I have cut contact with them and refuse to go home. Needless to say, I'm much more social now.

But even in this more peaceful time, a dreadful feeling filled my spark. I couldn't understand why. Megatronus was no longer a 'friend', I'm continuing with my life and experiments, Springlock is slowly but surely growing up. There was nothing that would give me this feeling, right?

Wrong.

I was working on a special project that has been a work in progress for a while now. Ever since the dreadful feeling came along, something just screamed at me to make this. It screamed at me to make a few things actually, but the other items were completed already as they were rather simple. The silence aided in helping me keep my focus on what I was working on, working as quickly as possible.

Springlock was in the laboratory with me playing with a new toy I had made for her a while ago, a small figurine of one of the largest Predacon species. But she was always quiet whenever she saw me working, the smart little sparkling she is. I still have that unknown feeling whenever she is around, especially when she's in my arms or acting like a sparkling. It's been stellar cycles and I still cannot identify this feeling.

As I was busy with finishing up with my latest project, I felt her claws digging into my back as she started climbing up. I clenched my jaw at the strange feeling as she climbed up to my shoulderplate, nuzzling her helm against the side of my own. I only smiled and used a free hand to pet her, only making her purr louder and nuzzle more.

"You're a piece of work, you know that?" I ask her.

"Heehee!" She giggled.

Suddenly Undertaker came running in through the laboratory doorway, a look of terror upon his faceplates and he was out of breath. Springlock and I turned to him with a look of concern, he looked so scared out of his mind he was even trembling.

"Undertaker, what's wrong?" I ask seriously.

He started talking so fast and rambling incoherent nonsense while making spastic body movements, Springlock giggled at his motions as I approached him, placing both servos on his shoulders and shaking him violently.

"Use your words, Undertaker!" I exclaimed.

The young mech took a few deep breaths before he could speak proper words, but was still terrified.

"Uprising! There's an uprising! They're... followers of Megatronus!"

My optics widen. So that is why Megatronus was so silent recently, it appeared he was building an ARMY.

"What?" I ask.

"They're killing EVERYONE they find if they don't follow his beliefs! W-We need to get out of here!"  He cried.

I scowled, handed my Predacon to Undertaker and walked over to one of my storage cabinets, swinging the doors open to reveal the new items I had constructed. I picked them up and walked over to my large table, dumping them onto said table and giving Undertaker a serious stare. He came over to the table, his optics wandered over the items on the table.