The Diego Diaries Part Seven Chapter 33, a transformers fanfic

The Diego Diaries: Lists (dd7 33)

=0=Later that afternoon, Ops Center

"And that's why I think we should hold on a little longer to watch and gather data from the gas giants, Optimus. Given the stakes of any move we make to bring Cybertron to Arcturus, we need to have everything covered."

Prime who was listening to Wheeljack considered that, then agreed. "I give ground to your greater wisdom on this subject, gentlemen."

Wheeljack glanced at the others, then rose. "Thanks. We're on this full time. We have other projects on the burner but this is top priority among them." He then walked toward the door and the train to Sciences at the station below The Fortress with Percy and his army of smart kids.

Prime watched them go, then thought about his meeting with Primus. That mech was looking forward to a new home and His agreement to assist had lifted the galaxy off Prime's shoulders. One fine orn when the planet circled a good star, when its atmosphere was restored, blue skies would return. As it would stand, the planet would be like any other in the orbit of a sun that possessed no atmosphere. The sun would shine upon it but the sky would be dark and filled with stars.

Small steps, Optimus. Small steps, he thought.

Prowl who was watching him following every convoluted turn of his thinking considered the turn of fortune if they could bring it all off. "This will be the greatest orn in the history of The People."

"I agree," Optimus said. "I'm glad that Primus Himself agrees."

"That will make the difference," Prowl said quietly. "Do believe. I do."

Optimus glanced at him, staring at Prowl's intense expression. "You believe for me."

Prowl sat forward, staring at Prime silently a moment. "That wouldn't be untrue, but what's truer is that I believe in you."

Prime felt warmth suffuse him as he stared at Prowl's handsome face. Many were the battles they had and many were the hard moments between them but now, here in this place, there was no safer or more comforting space for him than Prowl's company.

Ratchet slowed as he approached the table, then sat. "Am I disturbing things?" he asked.

"No," Optimus said. "We were discussing moving Cybertron and the agreement of Primus to help us."

Ratchet nodded. "I hope that Primus understands how much He's loved."

"He would tell all of us that He hoped that we understood how much he loves us."

Ratchet considered that. "Micronus is a stand up mech. He made an impression on Millow. I think he might be there a few orns beyond the intake commitment. He sort of fell apart."

"What has he told you of what happened?" Prime asked. "If you can tell me."

"I can," Ratchet said. "This is part of legal proceedings and I think him having a crack up is part of what the court should know." He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table. "Micronus took him to a slum and left him there. Poor Millow didn't know what to do. He panicked and had a hard time coping. To say the least. He was arrested and spent time in jail for disorderly conduct and trespassing on forbidden terrain. He tried to go to the Wells and was refused. It wasn't pretty, apparently, when that happened."

"That's … interesting," Prowl said as he struggled to suppress his latent impulses to applaud.

"What about you, Prowler?" Ratchet asked with curiosity. "Did you ever make it to The Jumble when you were a kick aft little kid? Did you ever wander around there, too?"

Prowl considered that, then shook his helm. "Only once. I snuck out of a house party that we went to in The District over in the Wells. It was really going hard or at least as much as they ever did and I was supposed to be sleeping at the hotel. I snuck out and wandered around. I made it to The Jumble.

"I remember the sign over the walls, the one that declared its district name. I didn't know it was called The Jumble by everyone until I went inside," Prowl said.

"Did you get into a fight?" Ratchet asked. "Were you mugged? Did you see one of us? Any funny stories?"

"You lived in Section 4 of the East Block, right?" Prowl asked.

Ratchet nodded. "I did. You lived in Section 2 didn't you, Optimus? I remember seeing you and Magnus when you were youths, just in glimpses in the crowd. You weren't hard to miss you were so big. You were heading for the burned out lot to play ball. That's about it." He looked at Prowl. "The population density was so great you could stand next to your ada and not see them."

"I remember seeing you once when you were coming out of RTR Tools on Broadmoor. That's where your shop was, I think. It fronted the alley there, down from The Hook Bar," Prime said as he thought through old memories.

"It did," Ratchet said.

Prowl's expression changed to revolt. "I never got past it, that we could live in such oblivion and all of this was around us. We ignored it. We weren't even aware of it, some of us, the lie was so tightly in place. So much for enlightened beings. No one who claims such a title can ever leave anyone behind."

"That is my nightmare scenario," Optimus said. "Leaving even one individual behind, missing anyone, anywhere."

"We'll get them," Ratchet said. "Sun and Jack found about 200,000,000 of our people in colonies, remember?"

Prime grinned, then glanced at Ratchet. "I'm trying not to right now."

"The humans can barely bend their helms about the now 62,997,000 plus individuals that are here as of this morning," Ratchet said. "They wouldn't have a good word, perhaps, for 140,000,000 more."

"You might be underestimating them," Prime said. "The humans are good at spark. If I did not believe that, this would be much, much harder."

"I'll hold that thought. I was wondering when you might have a moment, if you could drop by and see Millow before you go home tonight," Ratchet said. "He might have things that can be best understood with someone who's been to the Matrix as much as you have."

"I will do that," Prime said.

"Good," Ratchet said. "I think I had a breakthrough earlier. I visited Traachon and Waldeen and we went down the street for ice cream. Waldeen said that he liked this place. It was wistful and softly spoken but I think I'm still flying." He grinned then walked onward toward the doors and The City beyond.

Prime and Prowl watched him, then glanced at each other. Prowl grinned. "Voodoo?" he asked.

Prime grinned back. "I think so," he said.

=0=Temple

They sat around the table discussing the next few orns to prepare for the Festival. All of those who would do the rounds of talk shows to speak about it were chosen and they included Turbine who was watching from a monitor feed from Cybertron. He was in Upper Tetrahex with Cyclonus looking at the schematics of the rebuild of the Monastery there and what he could do to remake a lot of the destroyed artifacts for them. Turbine, after all, was affiliated with The Guiding Hand even as he was pledged in service to The Temple. Both of them were sacred spaces to him.

Cyclonus watched from another monitor, both of them using the same shuttle to join the conversation. They would be holding their own festivities at the Monastery in conjunction with the Temple. Theirs was much more low key and the crowds were smaller but they would still number in the millions anyway.

The difference this time was the inclusion of the Functionalist children, almost all of whom were thriving in the foster homes where they lived now. It'd been horrendously hard at the start but now with the attention and love of so many and the control mechanisms removed, the freedom and opportunity that they had was liberating and they were beginning to blossom. There would be a big children's party for them and the children of those who worked in the Monastery. Someone else was planning it but Cyclonus was game to help them anyway he could.

"So we have delegated the informational roles to you and you," Chevron said as he glanced at Sela and Pilot, a priest from the Manganese Mountains, one of several reclaimed who had been deported there from Simfur by the 'Cons.

"Eleeto said he would manage the website on the Community Bulletin Board, updating it as well as the question links. That's off my processor for now," Sela said. "We can monitor it for the concerns out there and perhaps address them through the media."

"That would be wonderful, Sela," Chrome said. "There is a lot of confusion about fasting."

Everyone nodded.

"Now about the order of the processional," Venture said as he took a data pad that Chrome handed to him. They would go over it and Turbine would again follow Prime as a Maker from the Elder Clan, One Who Knew The Wisdom Of Primus And Who Kept The Secrets.

That one.

There would also be amazing plays, concerts and other delights at The Performing Arts Center produced by Ironhide's amma and appa, running for three decaorns in honor of the Pantheon and The one.

Those ones.

Yes, Ironhide had a spectacularly unusual and diverse family.

In the Words of The Witwicky: "Who knew?"

The afternoon would pass nicely in The Temple of Primus Restored on the mound of Olympus Mons on Mars.

=0=Earth2

"So we get the entire day off to watch the festival events, to gather with our families and relax into this, the most important festival among the Cybertronian People," Mr. Taggert said to the high school kids in his civics class. "Any questions about the next day and a half?"

"What about that blessing everyone talks about?" Emilio Chaves asked. He was a new student from Portugal just arrived. This would be a first for him and his family.

"That's part of the ceremony and we aren't allowed to see it. Some of the broadcast will be censored to us. However, you'll feel it. Its not something you can describe. You will know. It's a wonderful feeling and nothing to be afraid of," his teacher replied. "Any other questions? You have to write a two page essay on this event. I want it by Second Friday. Now let's turn to Chapter Three, 'The Iron Age In Western Europe'."

They would.

=0=RTR Tools, another meet up

They gathered, the elders of several clans to sit and discuss the events, how to manage the infants, a back up plan if things went south and the soldiers had to leave, what to eat, when to eat, what everyone should bring … the important stuff.

"That's good then, Kestrel," Docker said as she manned her data pad. "We can put the food for the babies and children in our apartment and then no one will have to drag it around. Our Sonny's apartment has the room for the kids to gather and eat."

"I think so, too, Docker," Kes said as he consulted his data pad.

Tagg and Appa Ratchet sat beside their bonds, relaxed and amused at the precision that the two were bringing to the affair. They were nearly but not quite as efficient as Holi.

No one was as efficient as Holi.

Well, maybe Maxi.

And Faun.

Lee-Lee.

Like that.

"We all have our dishes planned?" Chan asked from a chair nearby. "We can bring as many things as needed right, Corr?"

Corr nodded. He was sitting in his chair next to the heater with two cats on his lap. He was reading his novel, the one with the great detective, Sherlock Holmes chasing a red herring of some kind as well as listening to the planning session. "I think that would be fine with me. I can make those things that Ratchet and Optimus like … the soup."

"I love that soup, Corr. You have a nice recipe. I never thought to use some of the ingredients that you utilize," Kes said in his gentle manner.

It would be a lovely conversation in the lounge of RTR Tools.

=0=Sparkling Day

"So we're going to be making these pictures of you, then you will cut them out. When that's done, we will put them into here," Mrs. Ta-B said as she held up a small round disk that was clear on the bottom. "We put the picture of you inside, then put some plaster in it. When it dries, you have a paper weight with your sweet little faces on it." She grinned. "We will also put your little thumb print on the plaster before it dries. Hold up your little thumbs, babies."

They did.

Orion held up his tiny fat little thumb with a smile. "I LOVE THIS, BEE-BEE!" Orion said enthusiastically.

Ta-B chuckled. "That's good. Come on and line up. We have to take your pictures."

The kids stood, made a line, then followed Ta-B out the door and down the hallway to a room where photographs were taken for the whole school. It was a huge room, had a lot of props, risers to stand on, little furniture to utilize and backdrops galore.

They waited as a big mech and two smaller ones, the school district professional photography team set up the scene. It would be a nice blue sky with clouds. The mechs turned to the kids with a grin. "Who's first?" the photographer asked.

"ME!" -everyone there under four feet

=0=TBC 7-7-19

Guest chapter 32 . 22h ago

It has taken me just under a year to get to this point and what a roller coaster ride! Seeing the bots go from practically nothing to thriving and living on Mars, from Cons being enemies to becoming friends and finally getting Cybertron back. Lordy, I love this story and I don't want it to end. Well done on a fantastic and progressive story, it's just so wonderful :) X

Guest chapter 32 . 22h ago

ME: WELCOME! BWAHAHAHA! I have received notes about people reading day and night for months to catch up. I am delighted to have you here. I'm working on all the parts to edit them and have hundreds done, many with more included. I just have to re-post them again. :O

I sort of wanted to do a funny one off of about 40 pieces but it had a mind of its own. :D I am so glad you like it and find it fun. I think I'm about half way through. It will be nine or so years on Nov. 2 when I started this. :D

Love that you're here, honey. HUGS!