*Auspex blinks, somewhat confused herself* Neither of you would tell me, when he first arrived. I never really did understand how it could harm him. *she sounds self-chiding, now* It doesn't matter now, besides... but I found it baffling at the time.
*she seems rather wistful* Mine is recovering, now, at least... but I miss the sense of life it once had. Primus's touch has grown cold in the ruins; they are anguished... especially so, where temples have been destroyed. Hopefully, the rebuilding will restore that fullness of power.
Though, your home Cybertron probably was not left untouched by the battles, either. *she winces regretfully*
Showpieces? *she echos the word, considering that for a moment* Hopefully they were adaptable enough, should something happen to their creators..?
*Auspex frowns* I think I should not comment on that -- it will only cause you to become defensive of him. I will say, that I am afraid... that your creator thought much like a Decepticon from the beginning. *she shows a tiny hint of a smile, letting him take that as he will*
I was paranoid, you'll have to forgive me for that. It was not that I didn't trust you--but that I knew you were faithful to the one power that might call Windtunnel back to whence he came and I wanted to be cautious.
As for the other little creations, I have no idea what their fate was. I didn't really care, they were all mindless faces to me. If I met one, I needn't bother meeting another; they were all useless. *disgusted* I had ambition. They needed nothing.
People speak of that time as the Golden Age, a time of peace...it was not. It was a time of hidden hostilities, of politics and intrigue and deaths occuring behind closed doors instead of on the battlefield. The amount of treachery involved would make some Decepticons sick.
*she nods* I know why you did, but... that really is an issue for a ferrier of the Allspark, not a servant of Primus. Besides... Primus already knew who he was and where he was; only I did not. The incident is no longer an issue, but I was concerned that you may have misunderstood Primus's role in such a situation, and my own.
There are things to be said for being content with what you have, though this does sound more like a matter of complete stagnation on their part. Surely a few, at least, had programming like yours, and a desire for more independence. It is not a question I expect you to have an answer for, but I do wonder.
*Auspex winces* I would like to think that our Golden Age was truly peaceful, on the whole... but it did become rather empty over the vorns, as we left the time of the Quintessons further behind, and the war-built Decepticons grew more restless.
In the case of your universe... false peace is almost worse than no peace. It was probably... very trying on your servants of Primus; insincerity can be maddening, when you can see the spark. *She is beginning to see how his life has shaped him, at least initially; it is little wonder that he has tended toward manipulation to achieve his goals*
You can't blame me for being cautious with something as precious as my father's spark, can you?
Perhaps they had independence, perhaps they did not. The majority of the mechs I saw at the rallies and secret meetings were younger ones, wanting to see something greater before they rusted away like their predecessors, but most of the richer ones were programmed to stay comfortable with their riches--and, to be fully honest, probably rusted anyway after the war heated up.
*smiles nostalgically* When my father first took me outside our home, one of the places we went was to a local temple. He wanted to make it clear exactly from the start what my place was in relation to Primus and to Cybertron itself. I recall the priests there being evenly split between good mechs and those who took a bit of energon on the side for their own purposes. Still, I greatly enjoyed my time there.
*her optics flicker as she lowers her gaze slightly* Of course not... but what has changed your mind?
*She makes a face, somewhere between revulsion, irritation, and sadness* I hesitate to think what mental acrobatics a servant would have to go through to justify that... *she shakes her head* But it is good that your creator recognized Primus's place in life, and taught it to you. *not that Windtunnel apparently followed that teaching very closely, but... that is over and done.*
We were cautious at first, both trying to play the part of 'Thrust' and avoid discovery. After the lost sparks imprisoned in human forms became normal again, my father still did not feel the need to return to the Allspark and any danger period seemed to be over.
My father believed very deeply in the power of Primus and his guidance, and imparted those beliefs to me. You look at your life and those of others very differently when you feel a constant, underlying unity with the entire planet. And that aside, it did make his death much easier to bear.
*This makes logical sense, but logic does not always apply to the spiritual. She nods quietly, not wishing to further complicate the matter. They ultimately came to a true conclusion, anyway*
*Auspex looks somewhat troubled* How... does one follow Primus, and yet practice such violent tactics, and as business? I'm not sure if that is something I can understand. I'm not doubting that he worshipped, but... I don't see how it wouldn't reflect in his philosphies about life. *she shakes her head unhappily*
*even the way he stands is different from Thrust's normal body language. It's a bit disturbing, now that he's stopped pretending to be someone else*
From what I understood, the only thing awaiting us beyond death was Primus and the Allspark. And who could possibly have a fear of Primus? All the assassinations I sent Thrust to carry out were ordered to committed in the quickest and most painless way possible. I only needed them out of my way, their suffering was unnecessary.
*Auspex was already disturbed by the optic color change; this only cements the alienness of seeing someone occupied by someone else's spark*
*she is silent for a moment, finding that an ironic statement. She answers quietly* Thrust was afraid of him for quite a while. I know that isn't what you meant, but do not take that lightly. Many people hide dark fears in their sparks.
You would take the time of a mech's death out of Primus's hands, and for your own gain?
Thrust had...a few problems. Before his betrayal, he would have gone eagerly to the Allspark. But he feared he'd done something so terrible that even the Allspark would torment him for eternity, and so he stayed away--and made himself believe that it was the fault of Primus he had been shut out. He sees things better now. *he seems a bit sad as he says this, probably for good reason*
Mechs are now dying in war all the time, as quickly as they come out of the factories, dying for the gain of the other side. Was what I did so different?
*nods* He had made an unusual mistake, and so he had an unusually traumatic experience. I also understand that it is sometimes hard to see where Primus ends and the Allspark begins. But my point is that there are some who do actively fear Primus, or seem to think of him as some sort of sadist. Thankfully, most find the truth when they become one with the Allspark. And hopefully, if any of the victims felt that way, they died without feeling that fear.
It is not different, and that is the point. Primus is grieved by the infighting among his children, whether in war, or in isolated incidents such as those. Taking the life of another child of Primus is desrespectful to the being who gave that person that life.
*a touch defensive* I did consult with a few of the priests closest to me, and they agreed that what I did was necessary. That by protecting what I owned, I saved further bloodshed and suffering later on.
*bear in mind a number of people would say that to someone who funds half their temple*
*she looks somewhat suspicious* After hearing Thrust's description of some of the servants, I wonder if they were listening more to Primus's voice, or more to their energon supply. A servant cannot necessarily see the future repercussions of an event, immediately afterward.
*she seems rather wistful* Mine is recovering, now, at least... but I miss the sense of life it once had. Primus's touch has grown cold in the ruins; they are anguished... especially so, where temples have been destroyed. Hopefully, the rebuilding will restore that fullness of power.
Though, your home Cybertron probably was not left untouched by the battles, either. *she winces regretfully*
Showpieces? *she echos the word, considering that for a moment* Hopefully they were adaptable enough, should something happen to their creators..?
*Auspex frowns* I think I should not comment on that -- it will only cause you to become defensive of him. I will say, that I am afraid... that your creator thought much like a Decepticon from the beginning. *she shows a tiny hint of a smile, letting him take that as he will*
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As for the other little creations, I have no idea what their fate was. I didn't really care, they were all mindless faces to me. If I met one, I needn't bother meeting another; they were all useless. *disgusted* I had ambition. They needed nothing.
People speak of that time as the Golden Age, a time of peace...it was not. It was a time of hidden hostilities, of politics and intrigue and deaths occuring behind closed doors instead of on the battlefield. The amount of treachery involved would make some Decepticons sick.
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There are things to be said for being content with what you have, though this does sound more like a matter of complete stagnation on their part. Surely a few, at least, had programming like yours, and a desire for more independence. It is not a question I expect you to have an answer for, but I do wonder.
*Auspex winces* I would like to think that our Golden Age was truly peaceful, on the whole... but it did become rather empty over the vorns, as we left the time of the Quintessons further behind, and the war-built Decepticons grew more restless.
In the case of your universe... false peace is almost worse than no peace. It was probably... very trying on your servants of Primus; insincerity can be maddening, when you can see the spark.
*She is beginning to see how his life has shaped him, at least initially; it is little wonder that he has tended toward manipulation to achieve his goals*
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Perhaps they had independence, perhaps they did not. The majority of the mechs I saw at the rallies and secret meetings were younger ones, wanting to see something greater before they rusted away like their predecessors, but most of the richer ones were programmed to stay comfortable with their riches--and, to be fully honest, probably rusted anyway after the war heated up.
*smiles nostalgically* When my father first took me outside our home, one of the places we went was to a local temple. He wanted to make it clear exactly from the start what my place was in relation to Primus and to Cybertron itself. I recall the priests there being evenly split between good mechs and those who took a bit of energon on the side for their own purposes. Still, I greatly enjoyed my time there.
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*She makes a face, somewhere between revulsion, irritation, and sadness* I hesitate to think what mental acrobatics a servant would have to go through to justify that... *she shakes her head* But it is good that your creator recognized Primus's place in life, and taught it to you. *not that Windtunnel apparently followed that teaching very closely, but... that is over and done.*
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My father believed very deeply in the power of Primus and his guidance, and imparted those beliefs to me. You look at your life and those of others very differently when you feel a constant, underlying unity with the entire planet. And that aside, it did make his death much easier to bear.
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*Auspex looks somewhat troubled* How... does one follow Primus, and yet practice such violent tactics, and as business? I'm not sure if that is something I can understand. I'm not doubting that he worshipped, but... I don't see how it wouldn't reflect in his philosphies about life. *she shakes her head unhappily*
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Perhaps I might answer the question better myself, Priestess Auspex. *bows*
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Er... hello, Windtunnel. I admit, I'm very confused by your reasoning.
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*even the way he stands is different from Thrust's normal body language. It's a bit disturbing, now that he's stopped pretending to be someone else*
From what I understood, the only thing awaiting us beyond death was Primus and the Allspark. And who could possibly have a fear of Primus? All the assassinations I sent Thrust to carry out were ordered to committed in the quickest and most painless way possible. I only needed them out of my way, their suffering was unnecessary.
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*she is silent for a moment, finding that an ironic statement. She answers quietly* Thrust was afraid of him for quite a while. I know that isn't what you meant, but do not take that lightly. Many people hide dark fears in their sparks.
You would take the time of a mech's death out of Primus's hands, and for your own gain?
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Mechs are now dying in war all the time, as quickly as they come out of the factories, dying for the gain of the other side. Was what I did so different?
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It is not different, and that is the point. Primus is grieved by the infighting among his children, whether in war, or in isolated incidents such as those. Taking the life of another child of Primus is desrespectful to the being who gave that person that life.
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*bear in mind a number of people would say that to someone who funds half their temple*
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