The Diego Dairies: Convocation (dd8 528)

=0=In the colony and empire of the Primes

Then the screen changed yet again.

In its place was a towering figure who's face was as familiar as that of anyone in Cybertronian culture. Prima Prime was staring out of the screen as if looking into the optics of everyone who was in the world and reading their sparks. His expression was solemn, just this side of stern as he gazed at the audience that was scattered across worlds all over the Primal domain of Cybertron.

Everywhere that Cybertronians were, everywhere across the universe but for Megatron and his forces the powerful image of Prima Prime played out on screens and internally across the board. No one would be unable to see and hear what was to come.

Prime felt someone stop beside him and knew instinctively that it was Alpha Trion. He glanced at Alpha. :You came:

:I am here. I have clarity for a moment, brother. Do You?:

Prime nodded. :I am Thirteen and You are Alpha, the first one of Us created:

:I don't know how long this will last but I wanted to say that I admire and love You, 13. You are indeed the bravest and best of Us: Alpha said, then he glanced upward. :Prima looks unhappy about this: he said, then he glanced at Prime with a slight grin. :But name a time He wasn't:

Prime grinned slightly, then nodded.

Among the figures that dotted the colony another light was forming among those at the prison, a bright light that grew swiftly to the size of the others, if not slightly taller. It coalesced almost immediately and when it did the gasp of those watching everywhere could be heard out loud. The figure forming into being was Primus Himself.

=0=E2

Olivia gasped. "That's Primus, Lord Primus."

Everyone stared at the massive being who appeared out of nowhere to stand with the rest of His family, His sons. He was brilliantly lit, like there was light emanating out of His body. He was beautiful in a way that defied language, shimmering love, good humor and strength of character. He walked forward until He was next to the fences of the prison.

On the screen the audience watched this, those here at Earth 1 and everywhere else. The entire scene seemed to feel three dimensional, as if projected to include them. How it was they would ponder a long time wondering about the effects of the transmission but never have the exact description that did it justice. It felt like everyone was there watching in person.

He looked at everyone around him. Everywhere he looked he saw pens filled with His creations, His children. Some of them cowered as far from Him as they could while others stood almost defiantly staring upward at him. In every high caste pen the inmates were back as far away as they could.

He knelt, then reached out a servo toward Prime and Alpha. They both touched it, staring at the mech who they both understood was Their father. The memories of The Beginning flooded Them both though each knew they were just for this moment, a bit of grace from a father to His sons.

Primus looked at the pen with the high castes including Fila. Reaching toward it He gently gripped her and rose to stand with her in His servo. He folded His digits to prevent her falling as He stared at her in silence. She was terrified and even as He projected love toward her she was stiff with fear. Gently, He knelt to place her back in the pen.

He rose, then glanced around a moment nodding to the titans who were kneeling with bowed helms. "Rise, My children. No one needs be on their knees. We are all one together."

It would be debated whether He spoke actual words but everyone would say later that they heard His voice like any other. The titans who were kneeling rose, bowed, then stared upward to await whatever He required even unto death.

"I am Primus."

The sound of His voice, deeply masculine and filled with substance … humor, intelligence, love, power, concern … it would be hard to quantify, filled everyone's ears and audials. It sent chills down the spines and spinal struts of everyone listening.

=0=Tower

"Damn," Morshower whispered.

Warren Roberts nodded. "Damn."

=0=E2

They absorbed the words from a voice unlike any they'd ever heard. Even the meeting between some of the humans and Primus during the last Primal Hearing with Special Circumstances seemed more like a dream. This was the most real thing they'd heard, most of them and they listened captivated.

"What's going to happen?" Mariah asked as she clung to Owen's hand.

"Whatever He wants to make happen," Owen said as he studied the figure on the screen.

=0=At the same time

They came out of their homes, hundreds, then thousands and in the end millions to fill the streets and come as close as they dared to the massive figures that dotted the landscape. Everywhere across the colony the citizens stepped out drawn by the majesty of the Pantheon who seemed to be everywhere.

Hordes filled the streets all across the colony. Some drove on the highways heading toward a god, eager to be near to those who'd been real only it seemed in song and story to the average Cybertronian. They knew these individuals existed. They always had. It was absolutely a plausible thing to them. What wasn't was happening now, that they could see Them like this. Mechs and femmes began to take advantage of the opportunity to do so. They began to congregate near the towering figures in numbers.

=0=C.E.S., Fort Max

Red Alert frowned as the masses began to grow. None of them were disorderly. Almost everywhere they were gathering peacefully, moving toward the light of the Great Ones that were here.

He himself was tense as he 'held down the fort', monitoring the crowds that were massing. It was incredibly unacceptable to him that this was happening without a plan to insure that it didn't burn down the place. He watched with disquiet as Primus began to speak.

=0=Over the waves

"I am Primus who has been so since before the creation of Time. I am here, I was here, I will always be here. I AM that I AM. You are Mine and I am yours. It was then, is now and always will be. I am well pleased with you."

Here and there around the colony the entranced crowds began to cheer. They chanted the creed, then settled, transfixed by the giants who were here and their warrior god, Primus.

"You are led by someone who is as my son," Primus said. "You are led by a Prime of such quality that I rest easier knowing this to be so. He has been steadfast and true all the orns of his life. You are here because he is so.

"You come here to live in peace and to rebuild Cybertron, My body. It was a long time coming but the orn is now. It is time to rebuild not just Cybertron but your sparks. This is the only chance that's left to do what should have happened in The Beginning."

The scene changed to a vision of Cybertron that was young, raw and overrun by an alien species that was known as the Hated Ones and the Deceivers by those who were trapped in their slavery. Cybertron looked like an industrial park with none of the graces that would rise eventually.

There was toil by mechs that looked non-sentient, though they were hiding their sparks as Primus had instructed against a time of freedom that never seemed to come to those in chains. They were as the Immortals said hiding their light unless they be destroyed immediately. There were endless factories and warehouses where 'product' was being stockpiled for markets that had not yet been born. Their dominators were getting ready to turn a people into a product for sale.

The faces of the mechs who labored were simple in design and their colors were rudimentary, industrial, what you would expect for machinery. Overseeing them were other bots, tough bots that were brutal and overbearing. Those who didn't work at the level they expected were killed, often from behind, then dragged away to be smelted.

The brutality of it was shocking and so was the fear it generated in those who were there working along with their unlucky colleague. Sometimes it didn't seem there was a reason for this to happen beyond being a statement to the others to stay in line and do what they were told to do.

It was awful to see. It was meant to be.

The scene shifted to the solemn face of Primus. "I did not create you to become this and to end this way. They did not see you as worthwhile, the aliens who held you in thrall. They saw you as nothing more than useful tools to be exploited for your utility, then disposed of when there was no further effort to be gained." His expression hardened. "Stop me if you have heard this story before."

=0=Family Tower

"He's pissed, truly pissed," Lonnie Epps said softly as everyone nodded.

"He's trying to save everyone, Aunt Lonnie. He loves us," Annie Lennox said as the other kids nodded.

"He will," Sandy said. "He would never give up. He never did."

"No," James Hoyt said grimly. "He's telling of the overseers and the first system. This is going to be the end of it, I'm convinced."

"Good," Lucy Epps replied. "We don't need it for our people anymore."

The adults listened to the kids with wonder, then looked at the screen where another scene was showing. It was the Great War of Revolution against the Quintessan Tyranny.

=0=Screen

There was masses of mechs running forward with tools and some weapons, those they made and stockpiled. They were shooting everything that moved in the compounds of the overseers and those who were part of the structure of government. The collaborators were fleeing but some weren't fast enough. They were swallowed up by the maddening crowd and torn to pieces.

The screen showed familiar faces, Hard Drive and the spark of revolution, Delphi. Czar, Hercy and others were there fighting sometimes with only their servos against armies of oppressors. The Empress was seen with Wirelite sitting on the ledge of a tall building shooting the enemy below, both of them fearlessly taking out mobs of Quintessan allies and soldiers.

Merrick who would become Guardian Prime was there throwing fire bombs at the front of the lines, exposing himself to danger as he led the drive to the seat of power, the Citadel in Iacon, the place where the Quintessans were retreating. Dogged mechs and femmes followed him, some throwing rocks and others battling with clubs, taking the guns of the fallen to turn them against their comrades. It was ruthless, brutal and in the end victorious.

Then Primus was back again. "They freed themselves but it wasn't to be. Another tyranny came to power, that of the Functionalist Council where words in a book determined the life you would live forever." He frowned as he spoke those words. "UNDERSTAND ME! THERE ARE NO WORDS WRITTEN ANYWHERE! NO LAWS DEVISED AND PASSED BY ANYONE! NO ARTIFICIAL CONSTRUCTS, IDEAS OR PROGRAMS THAT STATE THAT A HIERARCHY MUST EXIST THAT I WILL COUNTENANCE! THERE IS NO ONE WHO IS BETTER OR WORSE THAN ANYONE ELSE!

"I do not know how many times this must be said before you understand what I am saying. There are no hierarchies of worthiness. There are no individuals who possess so much divinity that they are worth more than the lowest, meanest individual. No notion of such things was ever devised by Me or anyone who toils for Me. I do not countenance such things. No one is worth less than anyone else and never will be.

"THAT IS NOT WHAT I EXPECT, EXPRESS OR DEVISE! I HAVE NEVER SAID, TAUGHT OR EXPECTED SUCH THINGS! EVERYONE IS WORTHY TO ME, EVERYONE MATTERS TO ME, EVERYONE IS PERFECT TO ME! I DO NOT KNOW HOW IT IS THAT YOU CANNOT EMBRACE THAT AS THE TRUTH OF MY SOUL AND THE TRUTH ABOUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!

"Yet here we are to hold a Convocation of the Will, to determine once and for all the validity of such ideas among the Congregation," He said. "ONCE AND FOR ALL THIS WILL BE SETTLED!"

It was silent as a tomb everywhere.

=0=TBC 9-22-2022 edited September 23, 2022

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