Psalms of the Sparklings
G1 Bluestreak
Flat on his back, doors flared out behind him, Bluestreak lays almost covered by the tall grass swaying on either side of him. The medbay’s within optical range, but only just, and the Datsun’s dim optics stare blankly up into the sky, watching the clouds roll by overhead, the faintest echo of music on his internal radio leaking from his helm. He flinches slightly when one word flashes across his HUD, startling him out of his daze, and he relights his optics to inspect the prompt. Doors twitch faintly, flattening the grass as they shift and drag across the ground, peds scuffling in the tall vegetation to make himself comfortable.
“Music,” he muses, optics scanning over the fluxing form of a small cloud, “isn’t really something I used to pay much attention to back on Cybertron. I mean, yeah, sure, I knew all of the festival songs, but everybody did… I knew some of the songs to Primus, but my creators taught me… but for most of the popular music, I didn’t really notice it… I wish I had now, wish I could tell you what had been playing the last time I heard music in the city…” Sighing, he shutters his optics, letting his helm sink further into the crushed grass pillowing his head. “On Earth the music is different. They have different instruments to play it with, obviously, but … the feel of the music is different. The have a song for everything - from their Great Wars, to the most mundane things like… Carly used to have a song for almost everything teaching Daniel, from cleaning up his room to washing his hands to naming all the months in the year and I can still remember that one and it’s surprisingly handy at times… And a lot of Earth music is made for their sparklings, like the nursery songs on Cybertron, meant to lull them into recharge, and some of them are really nice… Jazz gave me some of them, and I listen to them a lot lately, trying to cycle down… but what I miss the most, are the songs to Primus, hearing them being sung in the gardens and the crystals resonating, singing with them, like Cybertron itself was singing with us…”
Venting out another soft sigh, the music drifting from his comm. stops abruptly mid-verse, and he opens dim blue optics to gaze out at the sky again, raising his voice just slightly above the sound of the rustling grass around him to sing,
“Our sparks we lift to you,
You that dwell below,
Beloved Creator, Divine Unmaker,
Life-giver of our world.
Every cycle you’ve seen us through,
‘Tis you for whom we continue to grow,
Your obedient servants,
Your beloved children.
My chassis is wearied and worn,
Through the toils of life and love,
And I await your guiding hand,
Creator, lead me to the Matrix.
Your essence is upon us here,
We feel you in our sparks,
We sing to you, and reach for you,
Primus, our beloved Father.”
[Open thread~ <3 Feel free to stumble over him in the grass or whathaveyou~ <3]
Flat on his back, doors flared out behind him, Bluestreak lays almost covered by the tall grass swaying on either side of him. The medbay’s within optical range, but only just, and the Datsun’s dim optics stare blankly up into the sky, watching the clouds roll by overhead, the faintest echo of music on his internal radio leaking from his helm. He flinches slightly when one word flashes across his HUD, startling him out of his daze, and he relights his optics to inspect the prompt. Doors twitch faintly, flattening the grass as they shift and drag across the ground, peds scuffling in the tall vegetation to make himself comfortable.
“Music,” he muses, optics scanning over the fluxing form of a small cloud, “isn’t really something I used to pay much attention to back on Cybertron. I mean, yeah, sure, I knew all of the festival songs, but everybody did… I knew some of the songs to Primus, but my creators taught me… but for most of the popular music, I didn’t really notice it… I wish I had now, wish I could tell you what had been playing the last time I heard music in the city…” Sighing, he shutters his optics, letting his helm sink further into the crushed grass pillowing his head. “On Earth the music is different. They have different instruments to play it with, obviously, but … the feel of the music is different. The have a song for everything - from their Great Wars, to the most mundane things like… Carly used to have a song for almost everything teaching Daniel, from cleaning up his room to washing his hands to naming all the months in the year and I can still remember that one and it’s surprisingly handy at times… And a lot of Earth music is made for their sparklings, like the nursery songs on Cybertron, meant to lull them into recharge, and some of them are really nice… Jazz gave me some of them, and I listen to them a lot lately, trying to cycle down… but what I miss the most, are the songs to Primus, hearing them being sung in the gardens and the crystals resonating, singing with them, like Cybertron itself was singing with us…”
Venting out another soft sigh, the music drifting from his comm. stops abruptly mid-verse, and he opens dim blue optics to gaze out at the sky again, raising his voice just slightly above the sound of the rustling grass around him to sing,
“Our sparks we lift to you,
You that dwell below,
Beloved Creator, Divine Unmaker,
Life-giver of our world.
Every cycle you’ve seen us through,
‘Tis you for whom we continue to grow,
Your obedient servants,
Your beloved children.
My chassis is wearied and worn,
Through the toils of life and love,
And I await your guiding hand,
Creator, lead me to the Matrix.
Your essence is upon us here,
We feel you in our sparks,
We sing to you, and reach for you,
Primus, our beloved Father.”
[Open thread~ <3 Feel free to stumble over him in the grass or whathaveyou~ <3]