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[[”So, how much do you think about Cybertronian Mythology?” “Probably too much”

SO, the Covenant of Primus, first off. I assume that these figures actually predate Cybertron, in a sense- Primus formed these godlike warriors well before they had ever settled on being a plant, and perhaps they are the first, or among the first, individual beings Primus created. Specifically for the purpose of safeguarding the universe against Unicron. Formed on the moon Protos, they wait for a mysterious Point Omega, at which they will be called to defend Primus.

Most Cybertronians, of course, have very distorted views regarding what they are- myths, some believe them to have simply been cybertronian warriors, stories- they are also associated with constellations seen in the Cybertronian sky. Like much of older history, they’re either covered up, replaced wholly with the later Thirteen, or just…conveniently forgotten to emphasize the importance of the Hand and the Thirteen.

I have some redesigns of them but I’m going to save those for later. Suffice to say they’re less “Zodiac Beastformers” and more “Godlike Kaiju Megamecha”

And then there’s Xal, who I love because we know next to nothing about them, other than that their name is invoked while cursing or praying, and he has a sword-shaped constellation named after him. Her? We don’t know. Them, for now. Xal is a trickster, devious and clever, but not necessarily good nor bad- there’s an implication that they may be the first Seeker, or Liege Maximo (who may also be the first Seeker) but I love the idea of a Cybertronian trickster god. Useful, but impossible to tame or predict.

And finally…Rodimus is a Prime! Based off some conversations I’ve been seeing around, about how different characters can be used to make parallells to the thirteen primes- which is a great idea! But people tend to associated Rodimus with Prima or Solus…which is great and all, but let me ask you this.

Who was doomed to failure? Obsessed with showmanship and victory? Constantly begged his companions to make new weapons and armor for him, as well as new monsters for him to fight?

And is on fucking fire?

Rodimus is the invocation or rebirth or whatever it is, but he’s linked to Megatronus Prime, aka The Fallen. Ideally not the RiD version no offense i just didn’t care for it he wasn’t on fire enough but YEAH I MEAN. The associations with both glory and failure, of fire, the implication that he would have to come to terms with basically being linked to one of the several Robot Satans…

     Getting to mingle with a coworker personally--always a good thing. Drift seemed all too thrilled with the idea. “Oh, I see. I must have missed that...”

“I’ve heard,” and he drawls that word, gazing at the mech seated across from him with the hint of a challenge in his optics, “that you’re just about an expert when it comes to this. Or at least the closest to one that I’ll find away from Cybertron.”

Knock Out laces his digits together, resting his chin on them as he studies the instructor he enlisted. Supposedly fluent in the art of chirolinguistics, his skills vouched for by the ever-reliable word of mouth, though their current circumstances leave no room to be choosy when it comes to credentials.

     There lies a sense of nostalgia in getting an opportunity to either talk about or demonstrate a Cybertronian language to another. Optics flicker down to the presented servo for all but a nanoklik before eye contact is reestablished between the two.

     “Did Rodimus tell you about that?” That name slipped off the tongue so easily when it came to ANYONE speaking of something positive about him. He didn’t even think to consider the possibility of Knock Out not knowing who that mech even is. “Anyways, yeah, I could teach you a little.”

He doesn’t know quite how to stop himself from staring, but he’s definitely staring at the rather large not-a-Nasod nearby.  Hadn’t he seen him from some card games before…?

        “Not formally, no.”

        The smaller individual certainly seemed familiar to Drift. Maybe he did see him from a past card game. Those games are hard. He still hasn’t grasped Earth humor enough to make the right dirty jokes and win a single round.

Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories