The Diego Diaries: Mark (dd7 48)
=0=On the stairs of the Temple
That was when the Blessing of The One exploded out of the AllSpark inside and rose upward into the sky. It flew upward, this time a rainbow of colors instead of white that symbolized purity and The One Itself to The People. The light went upward, surged to Its fullness, then came crashing down to spread out as a tsunami across the vast crowd here, there and everywhere.
A pulse flashed outward to go on forever into the universe. It flashed through the solar system, a warmth and love that was felt everywhere it went including Earth and the Decepticon/pirate locations surrounding the system. It went onward into infinity, a feeling of the deepest and most intense love and oneness that could possibly be imagined.
It flooded the area around the Temple enclosing everyone inside the borealis of shimmering colored lights, then it faded. As The People turned back toward the Temple, their bereavement at the loss of the light palpable, another light surged outward, the Blessing of Primus Himself.
A cry went up as the white luminescence of their warrior god's soul flooded the area and surrounded everyone. This light was brilliant and encompassed not only those already blessed but Cybertronians everywhere they might be, whatever their circumstances. It was felt everywhere including Cybertron and Earth but not by Megatron and his forces in the Delta Quadrant. Like the AllSpark, it excluded that figure and set of circumstances but not any other Cybertronian.
Even the forces still in the Decepticon sphere of influence felt both of those touches of love and unity. Whether it would mean anything to them was anyone's guess. It hadn't before and it might not now.
In Simfur it was different. The light flooded the area and the tens of thousands who were there watching the ceremony on screens as they waited in the sacred heart of their culture, The Temple of Primus in Simfur. The roar that went up there and all over the body of the Warrior God of the Cybertronian People was one of pride, love and joy. Since the screens had rotated Cybertron into the feed, the event's arrival at Simfur was seen by everyone once the lovely fog lifted at Mars. The roar there was matched and then some here on world.
=0=Earth2
They watched the ceremony in the theater and auditorium, nearly everyone there including a lot of the children. When the Blessing part began, they were also surrounded by light, the sensation of great abiding love and a peacefulness that they would talk about forever.
=0=Earth 1
They knew it was coming when Prime walked out. Rising in anticipation, the humans of Earth 1 held hands as the light streamed upward from the Temple Itself. It would come crashing down and find them as they knew it would. It would be an amazing, amazing experience.
=0=Family Tower with most of the Consulate present
Those that were there and not on the scene were washed over by the pulsing love of The One and Primus. It infiltrated the area around them, a space filled with family and friends from all over Earth. It lingered, was gone, came again and lingered. When it was gone once more, they looked again at the screen in the lounge.
That was when Optimus Prime's spark chamber opened and a blindingly pure light flashed out and covered the entire world once more. It reached Cybertron and the Empire on both sides of the divide. It roved the entire universe finding everyone with a Cybertronian spark and comforted them.
It reached Earth, the enemy and everywhere else. Then it was gone as Prime's chamber closed on the Matrix.
It was silent almost immediately.
The crowds stood together a moment savoring three different intensities of love and unity, then Prime spoke. "The Solemnities are concluded."
He began to walk down the steps, nodded to the priests who were bowing. Pausing for his escort and family to join him, with the Elite Guardsmen and an honor guard of his general officers gathering around him, Optimus began to walk back to the other end of town. It was time to go to Simfur for a ceremonial visit that would be short, simple and intense.
=0=At the airfield at Simfur
Several of the local leaders of the different regions of Cybertron were waiting in Simfur to join Prime and his officers, several of the senior priests and Turbine as a Maker to visit The Temple, show himself to The People and salute the place where Primus had been honored since The Beginning of Things.
It was a short hop, a shorter meet up at the airfield of Greater Simfur, then a long walk through the crowd lined streets to the Temple proper itself. The crowds cheered, howled their delight and waved as he walked past followed by his mechs and the priests. Some slipped out to touch him as he passed. Many did.
In the distance, the Temple could be seen, the great dome of copper nearly covered. The walls were framed upward and there was a lot of work surrounding it to put the grounds and the various fixtures and statuary into place. It was going to be ready for the next festival and Prime was prepared to hold it here as well as Mars. Now they would visit, share the prayers of the priests, meet as many people as they could, then return to Mars for the rest of the waiting period before fasting was signaled to be over.
Back on Mars, Prowl and the others who had walked back with Optimus continued onward to the Tower and home. Prime would be on Cybertron with the others for a few joors, then come back through a bridge by ship. It'd be shown on IntraCom and everyone would be able to celebrate it as they did here.
'UNTIL ALL ARE ONE!' was still ringing in everyone's audials here. It would also there.
=0=Upstairs
They sat around Ironhide and Ratchet's apartment, the family and a lot of hangers-on, gathering to break the fast together. It was noisy, fun and filled with kids rioting around the place in their bombastic sense of fun. It would be incentive to feed their little faces. It would also be torture for everyone who elected to wait especially since there were mountains of food and drink sitting nearby ready to eat.
"Frag. Who invented fasting?" Sideswipe said as he looked under the covers of dishes and all around the long buffet waiting to be eaten. It would only take a couple of things to be heated before it was as good as new. Fortunately, Ratchet had two ovens.
"Someone with some class. It obviously wasn't you," Ratchet said with a grin as he sprawled in his chair.
"You're the genitors. What does that say about you?" Sideswipe said with a grin.
"That I have a soft spot for hellions," Ratchet said as a gaggle of sparklings flew past laughing hysterically together. They rounded the heavily burdened table, then ran for the hallway and the berth rooms beyond.
Everyone halted their conversations to watch them fly by, then turned back to it again.
"Nice ceremony. I wonder what he found out. I expect details, Prowler," Ratchet said as Ravel punched Ratchet's arm.
"Ratchet! You're talking about a very holy personage on our holiest orn. Have some respect," Ravel tut-tutted.
"You're so cute. I think I'll keep ya," Ratchet said before Ravel rapped him again. "By the way, I saw you touch him as he came down to walk back."
Ravel grinned. "That's the best time to touch a Prime. That's when they're the most holy. Though I never saw anyone touch Sentinel. Or Nova. Nor Zeta. You could never get close enough and I don't believe they were very holy."
Prowl grinned at Ravel, then glanced at Ratchet. "How did a loser like you have an ada like that?"
Ratchet gave Prowl a dazzling smile. "Frag you, Granny."
Ravel rolled his optics as everyone laughed.
It would take a while for Prime to get back with the boys.
=0=Simfur
He stood in the center of the Temple staring upward. Most of the dome was enclosed but there was a small section left open to allow the smell of welding and various solvents to drift away. The interior looked just like the one on Mars and the site where the AllSpark and Well had been was finished. That entire floor was complete including the offices, staff rooms, schools and housing for the priests and others who were going to be working here soon.
Everywhere else in and on the vast building would take more time. A lot of it was painstaking craft work that took time to set before more was added. A lot of the inscriptions were being hand carved at the site rather than carved elsewhere and applied later. There were reasons for it. They were following the original building plan and building in holiness was a hand project for artisans.
Prime turned to Chevron who then waved the priests to gather. They included the newly appointed chief of the facility, the priest Atala who was from Simfur and managed The Shrine for Prima Prime before the war. He was a hero of the revolution, someone who smuggled dissidents and helped the imperiled to hide. He was integral for the Autobot femmes and the underground opposition.
They gathered around a big block of stone, laid on their servos and began to chant several cycles of the dedication prayers for the Temple that dated back eons. It would take a bit of time.
=0=Cyclonus
He had come with Prime and stood beside him as the priests chanted. It was painful in the extreme to be here when the Temple was in such a state. His monastery in Upper Tetrahex was well under repair. Priority was given to a number of cultural centers and shared treasures to help bring comfort to The People. He had been all orn in Upper Tetrahex going over the progress of the situation there, then bridged to Autobot City to take part in the Processional.
His life was ordered and purposeful in a way that it had never been in the Decepticon Army. Here, he was an acknowledged master of the Guiding Hand. He was Master of the Monastery on Mars and was working through a list of mechs and femmes who were seeking to run the Monastery here. He would be Master of the whole thing but remain on Mars to search the mountains of information being brought in all the time to find things useful for the resurrection of his home world.
It was a busy life.
Throw in a school for disturbed children, a school for scribes and teachers of the Path as well as two monasteries and a huge community of followers and Cyclonus was a very happy and busy mech.
The prayers would continue.
=0=At a Stanix apartment getting ready to kick off the Tri-Party Celebrations
The crowds were incredible with many sitting in the hallway. Food was stacked to the ceiling along with drinks. Since they were a massive Stanix clan and associated families, they would take the full three orns to par-tay before concluding with a trip to the Temple and a tour of the Pavilion and its wonders there.
Cliffjumper was holding his daughter, Agnus as Buzzie was getting a tiny plate together for her dinner. Buzzie was a huge mech and towered over Cliff and their daughter as he asked and pointed out delicacies for Agnus to consider.
Agnus would smile at most of them just because, apparently to them indicating her delight. Buzzie would then spoon a tiny bit onto a tiny plate for her.
Cliff would hold her, watch Buzzie with almost comical love and count his slagging blessings. Usually he was drunk out of his processor and spoiling for a fight, in or heading to jail or hung upside down from a lamp post if this were the old daze.
He was probably the happiest mech in the room to know it wasn't. Soon, Buzzie would feed Agnus, chatting with her in his sweet gentle loving manner while Cliff sat with the elders who wanted his opinion on this and that.
It was affirming, gatherings with the in-laws.
Cliffjumper was one of the luckiest mechs in the world(s).
Ask him.
=0=TBC 7-28-19