Found Family...

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex is again kneeling before the central mosaic, palms flat to the ground, in commune with Primus*

*All the strange things that have come... sparks created from incomplete slivers, more free-sparks, injured sparks that refuse to be comforted... friends that try her patience, assumptions that have been made... Why now, why all at once, like this? Auspex confesses that she is tired, that she can only invest herself emotionally in so many people, before she begins losing herself. Primus is all that she has, to sustain her in this... and she could use some of that, right about now...*

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There's a soft brush of footsteps behind her as someone comes in... he's a small mech, only ten foot high, and a drab grey and blue colour. The feel of him, though.

Peace.

Homecoming.

Joy.

Hope.

Sheepishness and concern?

The peace deepens as he pauses to commune himself, a smile on his nondescript face.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex pauses in her troubled outpouring to Primus, as she senses the new presence. This person is largely content, for the most part, though there is a hint of question...

With a mental nod of acknowledgement to Primus for sending someone right at this moment, of all times... she turns and studies her visitor. He is relatively small, and completely unfamiliar.*

*she tilts her head in question. He obviously knows what sort of place he is in; there is no need to explain that to him* Hello, friend, welcome. Do you require anything of me, or have you come simply to worship here?

[random_xtras]

The sheepishness and concern spike a little, but are tempered by assurance and peace as he finishes what he was saying to his boss before turning his head toward the priestess.

"I... do need something from you, Auspex." His voice is pleasant and gentle.

[primus_seeress]

*Her optics flicker in surprise, at this* You know me? I will help you, if I can, but... who are you? *puzzled, puzzled priestess*

[random_xtras]

"To trust even when it doesn't make sense?" he says softly, raising his brow plates slightly. Then he looks thoughtful. "It... isn't much of a history. It's hard to believe I was so confused by such simple and basic things. I think it would have held me back, though... especially knowing about Oriana."

He frowns slightly, concern spiking. "Have you heard from her? Does she know what happened to me?"

[primus_seeress]

*She smiles faintly* I am content to wait on Primus' timing and understanding... but it very hard, emotionally, when to do so conflicts with the primary job he has given me: to heal and to comfort. I trust that Primus will do what must be done, but it is still a painful thing. I think it is rather, that I still must learn to more often seek peace in Primus' peace, instead of dwelling on his pain.

*She shakes her head, with a concerned frown of her own* I haven't, not since you went back to the physical computer, after healing her. I have not had an opportunity to tell her; if no one else was told, other than myself... then no, she doesn't know. *she winces a bit*

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He nods, then sighs. "Well... maybe with the not knowing it will save her some confusion and pain."

Regret rises up softly. "I wish I could have done all this with less pain to others. But I didn't know enough...."

[primus_seeress]

*She gives him another wan smile, faintly amused* You will have to explain yourself, if and when she sees you as a Transformer, you know. But you are alive and well, and that is the most important concern.

*Auspex grimaces slightly, but shakes her head* It was too new to you. I realized, when it happened, that you didn't seem to understand what made a spark so sacred to Primus; but I'm sure you're teaching it to others, now.

*Another smile appears, this one more pleased* I am so relieved that Primus has brought you back to the living world. The Allspark is all one could ever ask... but there are so many things that need to be done here, as well. I don't understand why you were originally created in the way that you were, and I suspect that I never will... but I am glad, all the same.

*Again, the symbol he bears, other than the Autobot insignia, catches her attention* The mark you wear... it has to do with your function?

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"Of course." He sighs, then looks over his shoulder as something he noticed when he came in finally registers. 0_0 "...That's... a very big dent. Why is Primus laughing about it?"

[primus_seeress]

...because sometimes I think he has a strange sense of humor. *Auspex chuckles softly* At least it wasn't one of the mosaics...

He brought in a rather large Decepticon without notice to either of us. She stumbled into the wall; she was taken very much off guard. Thankfully, though, she left in good spirits.

[random_xtras]

He mentally measures the size of the dent and goes 0_0 even more. "A femme did that?"

Then he blushes slightly and looks downward. "It's not that funny, sir."

[primus_seeress]

*her gaze goes to the dent as well* Apparently, mechs seem to have a much wider variation of structure sizes, where she is from. I've seen them from a mere handsbreadth tall, to... well, Blackout-sized. *she nods at the damaged wall*

*She laughs a little* No, it's not. I will have to thoroughly whine at him later to have it repaired.

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"There are many instructors who listen. They stopped him. But... I've been leary of mentioning it since then." He's a bit chagrined and sheepish at the admission, realizing how much he'd let himself be cowed by the actions of others.

[primus_seeress]

*She squeezes his hand in reassurance* I can well imagine; I don't fault you your reluctance. But that is quite a gift... you are probably more aware of the blend between Primus' voice, and the rest of the Allspark, than most servants would be.

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"So far I've only been able to tell when something happens there, because of a change in the Song." He tilts his head curiously. "From what I just heard... I'd say someone important's gone home."

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex's optics flicker* Ah... there will be loved ones to comfort... *she's not sure if that's part of his function; it is hers, of course* What sort of tasks do you perform? You still fight as an Autobot..

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Honest affection comes from the flame emblazoned mech as his hand closes once more around hers, it's mixed with excitement and anticipation. "I've been transfered to Cybertron. I'm going to be bridge to the Prime's unit, team... family?"

Slight embarrassment there. He tends to forget not everyone's factory made or team based.

[primus_seeress]

*It takes her a moment to identify the source of his sheepishness* I admit I'm not accustomed to thinking in terms of family, either, except as a child of Primus. *a thought strikes her; she blinks, with a bit of a smile* Though I think your appearance may give them pause..

[random_xtras]

He looks down at himself with a thoughtful frown, then shrugs with his own slight smile. "I'll blame the assembly line, as I always do. It's not too strange; there are many mechs who wear flames now. Rodimus is a popular leader."

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"Through an exchange of a portion of spark code." Hope trembles with uncertainty, and is smoothed by that laughter from below.

[primus_seeress]

*she nods a bit* All right... but how do you do that, in this case? I'm not sure I have a suitable frame of reference. *The bonds she's used to dealing with are a great deal closer than this should be*

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"Well." He blinks, a little startled by the question. "Direct data transfer." One finger taps at a small hatch on his wrist. "Spark encoding taken in that way seems to be automatically directed toward one's spark."

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Embarrassment and apology come from Teletraan, and then a quick flash of code which she sees for a moment before a slight tingle stirs her spark.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex pauses dubiously, examining what he just did, consulting with Primus, and with Blazer's own knowledge of the process. She's not seen this code before, accustomed to thinking of the spark in purely metaphysical terms. Primus aids her in gathering the correct information, guiding her as a parent guides the hand of a child learning to write (though she herself would likely find the analogy baffling). This carefully done, she sends this information on to Blazer's own spark, watching with interest as it is absorbed.*

*Brother?*

[random_xtras]

-Sister.- His fingers brush the wire, and then unplug it. The return to reality and being alone in his processor is disorienting and he blinks several times before putting his head down on the table. "Ugh... dizzy."