The Diego Diaries: Migration (dd8 489)

=0=Ops Center

"They lived on a base where there were stores. They expedited wares and supplies to forward bases and made sure that things were protected when they left. They're just inside Decepticon territory by the yellow stars in this sector," Ratchet said as he pointed on the map.

Two large binary stars, heading onward toward middle age showed their longevity by their color. They were hosting a lot of plants and fragments, all of them having their own orbital paths, short and long in a place that was central to every major area held by the 'Cons.

This would not be an easy 'get'.

Prowl took notes even as plans began to sort themselves out in his processor. This would be a discussion item sooner rather than later. If a snoop looked around and saw things missing then no one would be safe. These Decepticons wanted to come in the worst way and getting their families out first boded poorly for their future.

It'd be a long meeting with Prowl as he laid out the data he'd gotten from the families. They were on their way to Mars to be cared for by the Former Decepticon Association who would keep them together until things got sorted out. A number of them would be part of the team that did.

=0=Songbird and Company

Songbird sat in the hatch entry of the battle shuttle Ring of Fire, an interim replacement ship for Springer. Impactor's Revenge would take a load of effort to salvage. Again.

Ambler who was smitten sat beside her regaling her of his adventures with the Elites during this or that bad time. She listened with great amusement with her laughter as beautiful as her voice. She was made to be a warrior but one with a diplomatic function as well. She was like a war horse, something beautiful to showcase who could deliver a big big punch.

They would dance the night away when they got back.

Songbird was smitten as well.

Springer who was leaning against the hull as he sat beside Drift in the ship watched them with amusement. "Songbird and Ambler sitting in tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g."

Both of them glanced at Springer, then Songbird grabbed Ambler and kissed him good. He sat back dazzled for a moment, then glanced at Springer. "That was an amazingly beautiful song, Springer. Sing it again."

Huge laughter greeted that, then they reached their target, a huge high caste generation ship that was giving them slag on the journey over.

Good times.

=0=At the Personnel Director's Office, Delegate Assembly's Annex, Midtown Autobot City

They sat outside the office of the Director for Personnel for the government of the Primes, all of his different departments and the Delegate Assembly. He, Particle was the one who helped Coros sort out his staff, logged in those who were family who would work with him and a few others Coros knew who needed access.

Sil.

Jessine.

Pulley.

Barrett. Wonder of wonders.

Faun.

They watched the bustle of the workers doing this and that, some gathered together to speak about legislation or constituent concerns as well as the daily press conference nearby that the Leader of the Delegate Assembly spoke to press regarding business of The People. It was an impressive thing to walk up the steps, enter a warm environment with an atmosphere just like Cybertron's in the orn, one humans could live comfortably in and see the massive buildings.

They sat at each corner of a gigantic square which sat on a pedestal like foundation. It was covered by a massive transparent dome which sometimes glinted the light overhead. It was incredibly busy, there were groups going here and there, some sitting at lounge areas around the great open space with some eating there as well … it was incredibly impressive and an architectural wonder.

Applause cued for Fortress Maximus.

They'd walked to the Annex, were pointed out where the Personnel Office was and had taken a seat when the conscierge at the desk told them Particle was finishing up a meeting and would talk to them shortly all around.

Sitting on comfortable seats waiting for their meeting was something they weren't highly familiar with doing but it gave them time to look around. All of the walls downstairs were lined with delegate's pictures and the number of their district. They hadn't spent a lot of time looking due to time constraints but it was clear to all three of them that there were few if any high castes in the government in elected positions.

:I didn't recognize anyone in the pictures downstairs: Tile said.

:I didn't either: Pardon replied. :Its rather what we've heard. No one is going to allow us to have seats at the table again:

Medium watched a delegate leave their office with an aide. The general call to sit and debate was made and they were heading toward the Assembly Building across The Square as the platform outside was called. :Mid to low, it's all I've seen. We need to do more research:

A mech came out of a conference room nearby, walked toward them, then stopped. "I'm Particle, Director for Personnel for the Assembly and the government of Prime."

They introduced themselves, chatted a second, then followed him into his office. After about a half hour they walked out and took the elevator to the ground floor again.

Medium would be a mid level analyst for the environment. Tile would be a low-to-mid level communications tech while Pardon would be on a wait list.

A very long wait list.

=0=At a table at a street side cafe in Bern

They sat together comfortably watching the pedestrians go this and that way. Buses went by with humans waving to them. They waved back. Things were much better now for the two of them. Counseling and just good nutrition had made a great deal of difference for Avalone.

Banner had seen to it. They ate out for meals except for the ones brought by Home Healthcare which were designed to boost Avalone's neural net. His frame was still at the Saturn Shipyard and the connections had to be maintained. The rest of the orn was theirs.

Banner was off duty until Avalone was back on his peds. They walked a lot hand-in-hand around the colony visiting things they both loved, museums, book stores and the library. They had mutual interests and there was so much to do to fulfill them.

The light was bright overhead when their food arrived. They sat together companionably, chatting about this and that, reading the newspapers with their dessert. It was the life Banner dreamed of and the one Avalone never expected to live long enough to have.

It was small and quiet but theirs.

=0=At the Delegate Assembly for the General Session

Coros sat at his seat in the middle of the group which occupied half a room fronted by a speaker's podium. He was plugged in and ready with Sil sitting beside him to take notes and record. The Speaker walked to the podium and everyone settled.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to the first new session of the Delegate Assembly since the elections," he said. "We have about fifty-five new members out of the 120 who were running for election. Welcome. Among them is Coros of Polyhex, a Level 1 student at Iacon Intermediate Day School. He is the first recipient of the will of the people having won a seat on the Unified School Board and here."

The place applauded madly at the two kids and their mentor teacher who sat with them. It was the end of the orn, the study hall so to speak when the general assemblies were called. It was a perfect mesh for Coros and his team, having that be so. They'd leave the study hall for the halls of power to do the will of the people.

The public interest channel cameras lovingly filmed the kids as they listened to the Speaker lay out the next session's agenda. It would be much watched and remarked upon.

=0=Immigration and the Port of Mars

They came in droves, the newcomers and they waited in line with incredible expressions of surprise on their faces. Here was the promise that Prime had made on the videos they watched as they waited. Experts treated them as worker bees hurried to meet their needs. It was as surreal a thing for most of them that they'd ever encountered. It was also the best one.

=0=Sitting at his computer in his new home

Tile watched the screen as details began to form on his screen. As he read them Tile felt the sensation of irritation arise in himself. Prime it would seem had a bit of a high caste problem and it started a long time ago with a former friend, Kudon. He settled his computer, rose from his seat and left his apartment.

Tile had a few places to go it would seem.

=0=TBC 8-1-2022 8-2-2022 8-13-2022

I edited this on my computer and reloaded it. I feel asleep at the end and I don't know how long it lasted but there was typos galore. LOL! Hugs!