Here Calls the Spark of Primus.

((A short interim fic. Auspex needs to talk about her time serving in the Nexus a decade ago, before her world almost ended - and all the people she loves that have been left behind.))
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((originally posted 7-14-22))

((From an AIM log: Auspex cares for her recent charge; he is encouraged, and regains even more hope than before.)) ((posted 12-17-06))

((Co-written with corruptedhope))

Finally, I have been told of the defeat of Void.  He has apparently been changed into a short, large-opticked facsimile of his former self, known as a chibi.  A rather strange method of defeat, but it works.  I only hope he stays that way.

I had the opportunity to work with Void's second-in-command, Jetstorm.  He's... had an apparently rough existence: his name was once Silverbolt, and he was the leader of an Autobot gestalt team.  Said team has been... condensed... into a single individual: Jetstorm wears four heads on his wings -- the heads of his still-living brothers.  Jetstorm himself was turned inward, nearly catatonic, and  filled with Chaos energy: I could not approach him without feeling the pain of it reacting with Primus's Order within me.  With the help of Rodimus Prime and the Matrix, I channeled Primus's energy to Jeststorm, banishing Unicron's darkness from his spark.  He's finally come back to outward reality again, and seemed overwhelmed to see his brothers cleansed of Chaos; so much so that I was effectively shut out.  I await a chance to actually talk to Jetstorm himself.

((posted 12-17-06))

*Auspex kneels before the main mosaic in the floor, palms to the ground, lightly fingering the metal shards of tile, deep in prayer.*

Lord Primus, you have brought me two Cybertronians -- an Autobot named Cureall, one of Rodimus Prime's people, and a Decepticon called Thrust, formerly of the Armada universe, now with the First Generation.  By your grace, I ministered to them, and I pray that my words will be taken to heart, and be of some reassurance.

Cureall has told me of this dark corruption of your Chosen One, this Rodimus Void, who haunts her people, both Autobot and Decepticon.  I cannot imagine... your Matrix, its power, in the hands of the Chaos Bringer.  I admit that the idea terrifies me, my lord.  I fear that Rodimus Prime and your Matrix will only make an even match with Void, and be unable to overpower him.  I humbly ask that, if they accept the aid I have offered, you will use me to lend Rodimus and his people strength, bear your  light, and strengthen the connection between Rodimus, the Matrix, and yourself.   I pray for Cyclonus, who was abducted by Void.  His people fear for his life, and more, as even a clean death is not something Void would provide for him, as the ghastly trophies he carries would attest.  I pray that you will reassure Cyclonus, let him feel your presence with him.  Please, sustain him through his ordeal, strengthen his will, and deliver him safely back to his people.  Give his people, of both factions, hope and courage in the trials to come.  I pray that Rodimus Void will be stopped, and be unable to return and continue these ways of terror.  And most of all, I pray that the results would bring more Cybertronians back to your spark-light, my dear lord.

I talked at length with Thrust, lord Primus..  *Auspex sighs* He is tormented by fear, unable to trust, unable to break the pattern of deceit that has become apparent in his life over the years.  You have given him a new birth, a new life, and a purpose; you have shown your forgiveness.  Please, let him see it for what it is, and don't let him waste it.  I see signs of a fledgling trust forming between him and his mate; I pray that it will grow stronger, more resilient, and that it will teach him the meaning of truth, which he so desperately needs.  And he trusts me, lord, out of respect for you... perhaps I too can be of use in teaching him this lesson.  Also, I pray for the relationship between him and Dreadmoon's other bondmate; an arrangement such as that often leads to jealousy, and, if this mech is who I suspect he is, it was almost an inevitability.  Please, help things remain peaceful between them, and perhaps they will at least come to a grudging truce.  I pray for Dreadmoon himself as well; I don't know anything about him or his function, but I do know he doesn't believe in you, and he is missing your light in his life.  Give him a sense of loss for you that he can identify, and also grant him patience with and understanding of his two bondmates, as they acclimatize themselves to the other.

My lord, I pray these things with the confidence that you have heard me, and that you have influence over all of my people, and can bring these things to pass if you will it so.  Use me as you will, cleanse me with your light, so that I may shed your light upon my fellow Cybertronians.  You have my love eternal, lord Primus.

*Auspex activates her optics and stands, casting one last fond glance at the mosaic, and the god underneath the planet's surface, before retreating to her living space, to await who or what Primus may send to this sanctuary.*