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Deep within the incubation room, the queen of the Quintessons, Quintessa, looked over the vital’s of the egg that she was in charge of. After the defeat against the Primes, the Quintessons needed newer, much better tactics, as said by her lover, the High Commander. The idea of raising a hatchling that looked entirely Cybertronian to act as a spy for them. And so, they collected numerous collections of each cybertronian they’ve killed in battle, using their energon samples and using the Quintesson technology to make their perfect spy. It was a struggle to create the spark of a cybertronian and incubate it, but it’d be worth it..
Yet each attempt came out futile, the first one ended up offlining within the first few seconds of life. Quintessa discarded it without a beat. The next one ended up only looking part Cybertronian, a step into their gain, but not perfect enough. Attempt after attempt, Quintessa wondered if they’d ever get this perfect spy, who looked entirely cybertronian. If this egg she was currently incubating in the ship’s incubation tube ended up failing like the last ones, this task will be aborted and forgotten.
Beep! Beep!
Quintessa was snapped out of her inner monologue at the noise of the egg hatching. By an instant, Quintessa was in front of the egg, anticipating its results. Would it be a failure like the rest? Would it be the perfect spy the Quintessons were aiming for?
The noise continued to beep until the egg began to open with a Sploosh!
Quintessa peers into the open egg that oozed blue goop, her eyes raised up inquisitively as the sight of golden metallic wings caught her eye. Inside the egg was the hatchling, its colors a mix of gold and blue, looking entirely different from the previous failures. It was perfect, it looked exactly similar to a Cybertronian.
“ Chirr? ” The hatchling stared into Quintessa’s eyes with its bright blue ones, “ Chirr! ” Ah, it already imprinted on her. How cute.
The usually cold queen of the Quintessons picked up the hatchling, holding it in her arms as she checked its vitals and status while wiping off the excess goop on the hatchling. All were good and clear to go. She let out a satisfied purr and looked back at the hatchling. The hatchling perked up at her purr and tilted its head.
Quintessa held the hatchling close, walking out of the incubation room. She wanted to show her husband the hatchling, show him the little one that successfully hatched to meet their standards.
She found her husband in the ship’s bridge, perhaps planning out some new battle tactics. Her being filled with excitement that the High Commander could pick up on. The High Command turned around to look at his wife, only to come face to face with the hatchling. He froze for a moment as his wife held up the hatchling towards him, her face full of pride and joy, while the hatchling stared at him, its face full of innocence.
It seemed to him that the last egg was a success. The Hatchling didn’t look like a Quintesson at all, he was proud that the hatchling was born how they wanted, but he couldn’t show it. It’ll make him look weak. He nods at his wife, who holds the Hatchling close once again. Quintessa will be the hatchling’s caretaker until it reaches the right age to begin its training as a soldier.
He watches as Quintessa leaves with the Hatchling to take care of it. Humming quintesson lullabies to the hatchling as she left. It had been a while since he last saw his wife this soft for a mere hatchling, most likely she’ll become attached to it, but he couldn’t let himself be attached. The Hatchling could become his weakness if he ever became attached to the little one.
Soon, the Quintessons will finally take down those 13 Primes and control Cybertron, one step at a time…