Life of a Quintesson

Part 30.

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Years have passed since my daughter and I had escaped Iacon and took refuge in the Sea of Rust. It is apparent that a war has broken out between Megatrons Decepticons and a new faction calling themselves Autobots, fighters of freedom. I am overall disappointed with the state of the planet, and its inhabitants. It is no better than Quintessa now, the same type of corruption exists here as it did there. I have been tempted to just leave again and start anew on a new world, but something prevents me from doing so. No matter how corrupt this world has become, I have hope that it will return to the way it was before this all occurred. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

Springlock is now a toddler of sorts, able to speak in full fledged sentences and living life care free. She's become good friends with Tetravore and sees him much like she saw Undertaker, the poor soul killed by a tyrannical warmonger. I do miss the young mech some days and wish I could have done something to help him. She has begun to behave more civilized as she's been living out here with me, which was nice.

It's been rather peaceful as we haven't encountered any Decepticons or Autobots this far out in the Sea of Rust, although I have ventured out into the Sea looking for the final potential ingredients for my masters healing component. I nearly have the first prototype of it completed, I just need one or two more ingredients.

I had set out on a journey out into the Sea of Rust once more, my daughter staying back with Tetravore. I wore a sort of cloak over my helm as protection from the flying rust in the ruststorms and held my new walking cane, which also served as my katana which had been modified once again. I don't think I will ever cease upgrading the weapon, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Walking out deeper into the Sea, the rust storm I was currently in had decreased tremendously in intensity. Lowering the hood of my cloak, I sighed of relief as it was now only a breeze. These storms do no favors on my old joints so I go out as little as possible, although unfortunately I have no choice at times.

Suddenly I heard the sounds of mechanical equipment, drilling, and shouting nearby. For the love of Primus, I was hoping that I wouldn't have any run ins with anyone. Unfortunately life doesn't work that way. I sighed, shook my helm and readied my "cane". Walking towards the voices, they began to become clearer.

"Look, this stuff here is exactly what Megatron is looking for. Those Autobots won't know what hit them!" A male voice said.

Of course, Decepticons. The voices were coming from a sort of crater just ahead, a dreadful feeling filled my spark. Odd. Slowly sneaking up towards the edge of the crater, I looked down into it and found 7 Decepticons along with large purple glowing energon crystals. By the Allspark, these crystals may be what I am searching for. Fortunately, the Decepticons were facing the other direction and don't see me. Yet...

"How much are we even supposed to mine?" An enemy asked.

"As much as we can find!" Another barked.

"Quite the stockpile you've gathered." I said loudly.

The Decepticons froze and turned in my direction.

"Who are you?!" Another asked.

"Someone whom you'd better give a few of those crystals to, before events turn dire..."

They only bellowed with laughter. Mistake number one.

"We're not scared of an old mech like you!"

I smirked and gave a chuckle, walking down into the crater toward them.

"There is a reason why there is a saying 'Never judge a book by its cover'..." I stated.