The Diego Diaries: Convocation (dd8 532)

Sorry. I had a sick dog for three days and didn't sleep. Hallucinations might be fun but they don't work out in the story line too well. LOL! Pookie is getting better. I hope I do. Hugs!

=0=Prison

The monitors and receivers changed again. They showed Primus at the prison. He towered over everyone and shown with an inner light that was silvery and seemingly sentient. It seemed to reach everyone watching, wrapping tendrils of emotional care around them. It was as if The Blessings at the Festival were here in a smaller more subtle way. They were an immediate balm to the parade of horrors that had rolled outward toward everyone directed by their warrior-god.

It was silent.

The prison which was never silent was still as a ghost town. The inmates were staring upward waiting for whatever came next. The high castes were huddled together waiting with dread for what they believed would be punishment, even obliteration.

They had never understood their own Pantheon, this caste.

Ever.

Primus was listening to the universe, listening to the divinity of All That Is as it linked into Him, this the second oldest creation in all existence. Beyond the First Moment when the Burst of Light that was The One awakened up to Himself, Unicron, then Primus were the very first thoughts that Their Father had. After a moment of conversation that might have lasted seconds or vast eons of time, Unicron, then Primus went into the Universe. Unicron left to destroy and create Chaos. Primus went to right things and stop the destruction of All That Was, Is and Ever Would Be.

It called to Primus filling His sensibilities with joy and peace. His brother still slept far away. There were those who felt that Earth was the planet where Unicron had been trapped all the eons before. That would be wrong. He was far, far away from here, this place that Primus knew would be the safest landing space for His children after the ordeal of war and obliteration.

Time didn't flow like a river. It spread out like a lake. All that was, ever lived, was being lived and would be lived existed all at the same moment in that lake of time. For a being like Him, access to all possibilities could be had with a thought.

He knew from the beginning He would be the battleground of opposing forces led by a Chaos Bringer and a Saint fighting their battle in a miniature of Unicron and Himself. He knew that His son 13 would elect to come back over and over again to help The People and soft land them into this space, this solar system in a place where there would be enough energon to save them.

All of it was by design, started into motion before the universe had settled into place.

All of what transpired through time was a careful delicate dance. Seeker drones seeding the system to be the life blood of the refugees and soldiers who would come was the first step. The Allspark leading them here, that vessel of His own Father, The One, the I Am, brought Optimus to his future redoubt. There, the battle of darkness against light would lead to a call for soldiers, the call that would lead refugees here and at last, the colony on a world nearly half energon based in the fourth orbital ring of a good sun … all of it was deliberately planned to save Primus and The People eons before when creation was young.

It was evident that Cybertron would fall in miniature to the same passions that had animated that original duel. It couldn't be allowed.

They came, the battle was held, the plan unfolded and the secondary target, the people of Earth would have assistance to save themselves from their own battles. The bots being here would allow them to pull the humans out of the fires of their own failures and survive. Without the bots being present the odds of their survival didn't look good.

Two birds with one stone.

Decisions made at the Beginning of Time led to this moment. The patience of the Gods paid off in the rescue of two worlds inextricably aligned for good or ill.

Now was the time of reckoning, the moment that was foreseen that would end the slavery that was an experiment that had gone on too long. The right of all to have experiences was an important part of the plan for Primus but it had led to more destruction and interference with others than could be allowed. He had called it concluded but the poison persisted. Some of those who He loved didn't believe that He had done so.

They would find out their error now.

"I am Primus, son of The One, brother of He Whose Name Cannot Be Mentioned. I have made a decision about systems of class hierarchy that have no place in societies that want to expand into the higher realms of their own nature and evolve. This practice is counter evolutionary and as destructive as anything that you have experimented with in all the history of Cybertron.

"I declare it closed. I declare it over. It is finished in all its manifestations. There is no hierarchy that can be constructed that is allowed. Nothing that can be created by anyone that makes a division between you, your worth to each other and to Me, your creator is allowed.

"I have said this before and I say it again. The systems of exception in whatever format and by whatever name you give to them are abolished, banned, outlawed, criminalized and forbidden from now until the end of the universe by every Cybertronian that lives, has lived and ever will live. I will not allow them to continue, they will cease now."

It was almost unbearable for some to listen to Him, this mech who was the standard against which all of their species was held. He was condemning without any uncertainty the way of life that some had lived for every moment of their existence and that of their families since the Quintessans.

All around the colony They stood, towering figures of light and grace watching over The People as Their Father explained the new paradigm. It was an astonishing thing to see Them, these elusive but beloved figures come to life at last before everyone at once.

The humans stared as their children explained, those who were having a Cybertronian education. It would be an education for them as well.

The humans in the Resort crowded the windows staring at the unfolding plain where the urban landscape lay open and visible before them. Dotting the area were the glowing figures of the giants. A mech with a microphone was explaining what he was allowed to the guests in-between the images and remarks of Primus.

It was staggering to all who watched.

Cyclonus stared at Primus as he stood with the group Prowl called to come to the Prison, this mech who was his greatest and most beloved hero. Primus was the core of everything that he believed and He was here again to save them. Only with the poison gone would they be able to save Cybertron, His body. He stared at Primus as fragments of old prayers from his childhood came and went in his processor. He struggled to find words big enough to express his emotion as he waited with everyone for the end.

After a moment of silence, Primus appeared everywhere at once again. "The Time of Decision is upon us. We who love you perfectly desire to hear from you. You may begin to tell us what you will," he said.

It was silent, then it wasn't.

Rising up like a wave in an ocean of sorrow, the Congregation began to tell Him and whatever figure that was closest to them all the pain, disappointments and troubles of their lives. They spoke of desolation, hunger, poverty and of coping with illnesses and disabilities because they didn't have the funds to see help. They spoke of injustices, jailings that weren't legal, the disappearing of friends and family to the police state.

Tales of desiring this or that thing, this or that adventure or skill and being denied because of artificial restrictions imposed upon them rose up to the Pantheon who listened with compassionate expressions.

Those who were outside waiting with Them moved closer, some of them patting Their peds, leaning into Them and calling up to the figures who watched them silently. The anguish of a people who had never known peace, fulfillment and plenty rose up to the gods.

All at the same time.

=0=Family Tower

They stared at the monitor that seemed to show nothing happening but it was off line, the anguished roar of a people who were at the end of their road with a system that held them down since The Beginning.

Sarah glanced at her daughter who was watching with the other kids nearby. "What's happening, Annie?"

Annie Lennox glanced at her. "They're telling Lord Primus all their problems and about their lives. This part is where they do."

"How?" Warren Roberts asked.

"They're doing it off line," James Hoyt said as he glanced at the screen. "They're doing it all together at the same time."

"There's what … 470,000,000 bots here now and on Cybertron, too? How many hundreds of millions?" Ron Witwicky asked.

"The Pantheon hears everything. They listen to everyone all the time," Sandy said as she sat beside Annie. "They hear us all the time, always."

The silence in the room was a small counterpoint to the wave of words that were being directed toward the giants.

=0=Prime

He stood beside Prowl holding his servo as he listened to the stream of consciousness that was being directed at every giant in the area. He could pick out individual commentary, such was his adaptation with the Matrix but he didn't. This was a private moment of confession with The Powers and he waited for the ending with the family of friends and relatives that had made his life everything.

He didn't add his own story. He knew They already were aware of it. His genitors were in conversation with Solus, that much was evident. He could see Her energy because of the Matrix as it formed around them. It seemed to hold them as they told the story of their lives.

All around him the different energy signatures of all the Pantheon could be seen formed around those who were telling that individual their story. Primus was the one he saw the most but it would change from this or that depending on what each was saying to whom. He knew that They were listening, absorbing the story from each so that they would understand that they were heard.

He glanced at the high castes who were staring with a range of emotions at the goings on around them. They didn't appear to be saying anything but it was evident that their fear was enormous. It bothered him to see it anyway.

Then it stopped.

All around him the lights of The Powers that were surrounding The People faded and everyone glanced around in fear, anticipation, excitement, sorrow or fury depending on what they had relayed. The sound of silence was almost painful as they stared upward at the giants. They appeared to be conversing together, then Primus appeared once again.

"It is time to hear from anyone who is oppositional to this decision. This is a safe space. You are loved no matter what you do, think or believe. Speak from your spark and I will guarantee your well being."

It was silent once again, then Fila stepped toward the gates of her cell block. She began to speak to him silently. He stared down at her with a look of great compassion as he listened. Then all around the area the others began to speak off line as well.

Around the colony and on Cybertron, the Empire and even in the Diaspora the people who had lived the Great Lie as it was called throughout the history of their people began to talk to The Powers. It would take a moment.

=0=TBC 9-27-2022

My little Pookie is sleeping through the night now so the daily schedule should begin again. HUGS!