I had a random idea and ran with it. I realised there's a huge lack of fics about Primus, even though he/she/it could be an intensely interesting character to write about...so I've decided to remedy this slightly. :)
I've taken a different route with Primus' characterisation. Most would probably write him as a very poetic, wise being, but I thought it would be nice to write him as the exact opposite. A simple being with simple tastes, a huge amount of power wrapped up in an unassuming form. Much like a Hobbit. He's short too.
So yeah...my version of Primus is basically a Hobbit. ;) A metal and alien one.
Enjoy.
Not All Who Wander Are Lost
1. Ironhide
Contrary to popular opinion, Primus was actually rather small.
The others sometimes teased him about it. They found him an odd little thing, a strange metal being scorched by stardust, standing upon the pillars of creation among beautiful, endless beings stretching across light years.
He imagined they didn't quite know what to make of him.
Still, being small had its advantages. They tended to ignore him, which was always a good thing. He had no care for the constant bickering and warring for supremacy, nor the incessant posturing they all partook in as they paraded about their respective universes, demanding worship none of them even vaguely deserved. He thought they looked awfully silly. They often overlooked him, seeing his size as a representation of his power. This too was a good thing. They thought him weak, a tiny speck of existence unworthy of including in their schemes and wars.
Being small had other advantages too.
The others could almost never visit the places they created, not without having to siphon off some of their oh-so precious energies and make a mortal body strong enough to hold the sheer size of their being. As he walked an aimless path around the bustling streets of Iacon, Primus found their predicament incredibly amusing.
He decided it had been far too long since his last visit to his planet. The energies of the city were wonderful to be around, constantly singing with life and movement. He adored the senses a physical body could gift him. The feeling of the ground beneath his pedes, or the way the heat of the sun beat down upon his plating…it was almost as majestic as the feeling of creation itself.
His children were calling this a Golden Age. He could see why.
Primus sighed softly into the warm air, raising an arm to follow the charming dance of the breeze as it rushed by. His smile faded slightly when he caught something hidden beneath the swirling wisps of life and laughter. He couldn't give it a name, but he did not like it one bit. It felt…wrong.
Lost in thought, as he often was, he forgot to remember to steer his vessel and subsequently walked straight into something.
"Hey, watch it!"
Ah, not something, more rather someone.
Primus cocked his head at the much larger red mech, caught up in the lovely swirl of his spark for a moment. Well, it was actually much longer than a moment, but in his defence it was a really nice spark to look at. It flickered around like a pulsar in orbit. He lost himself in the colours, forgetting entirely about the earlier feeling of wrongness.
"You got a glitch or something, kid?" The mech asked, spark flaring slightly in irritation.
Primus laughed and stared up at the child towering over him. "What an interesting question! I have no error that I know of, though to be honest it wouldn't surprise me if your diagnosis was correct. A part of me wonders if my very existence was a glitch. There's very little evidence to suggest otherwise, you see."
The mech frowned, evidently confused. Primus didn't mind. He was a very confusing being, these things happened. Waving goodbye to the nice mech, he moved on, deciding to visit The Senate and see how many guards he could sneak past without having to cheat. That was always fun, even if he ended up getting thrown out again.
Ironhide watched the strange little mech trot off, his small silver frame inlaid with blue light practically humming with good cheer. He wondered if he should call the Enforcers and tell them some patient had escaped their handler.
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Next up - Jazz never did get to thank that funny little mech...