The Oracle&#x27;s Ring, The Temple Primus

@longarmprime has found the old temple!

The prestress is outside for once, using a few brushes to groom one if her favorite gaint cybercrocs that guard the temple.

Longarm has been walking around and stumbled upon this place. Curious he goes closer to look.

“Hello?”

One of the massive cybercrocs started a low growl at seeing a stranger, but subsided as the old femmie rested one of her lower arms on it, "Hello young one, it has been some time since someone new has come to my temple."

The priestress set her the brushes aside, turning to give the new mech her full attention. The old femmie spread all four arms for a moment, sounding quiet happy, "Welcome to this Temple of Primus. I am the head priestess, Bright Optics is my shortened name."

The growl startled him to a point he stepped back a few steps. What was that?? Looking up at the other when he realized another bit was there and talking.

“I..I’m Longarm…um Longarm Prime. I think I may have lost my way.”

In more ways than just not knowing where his home was. This was new and different. He didn’t know there were temples still in use.

"Don't mind them," Bright Optics tried to reassure, nudging the closest of the big beasties to turn and head back to their murky energon pools. "They are natural guards, and won't come on the main paths unless the temple is threatened."

The old femmie walked closer, her main arms clasping behind her back, and the the lower set folding over her middle. "A Prime? Are you one of the new rank of that title? I think it's a new thing..."

She did not think there was a matrix of old to sense.

“....Um alrighty. They...I honestly never seen anything like them before.” He really hasn’t. There were few beasts or creatures left near his home. He has seen birds but those are few and far between.

“...I..I believe so.. Yes. I work under Ultra Magnus, the leader of Autobots and Protector of Cybertron. Um I’m not sure how new this is but all the files I’ve read shows it to be a few decades old.”

#longarmprime #(lol! well have a sometimes confusing grandma bug?)

Bright Optics smiled, optics squinting a bit, she was fond of the creatures lurking beasties. "They are a primal creature that has survived through the ages. Most are found in deeper lays of Cybertron, or in remote areas of the rust sea like here." The old femme mostioned around at the mostly rusty colors of the temple and courtyard walls with her lower arms.

And then she chuckled, "I am, admittedly, very old, and time does not.... exactly flow correctly for me... Cost of being in my sect I suppose. What might predate your history is a step away one moment and ages the next." She paused to blink and stare into the middle distance. Adding frankly, "it's all rather confusing with no aids currently."

@longarmprime has found the old temple!

The prestress is outside for once, using a few brushes to groom one if her favorite gaint cybercrocs that guard the temple.

Longarm has been walking around and stumbled upon this place. Curious he goes closer to look.

“Hello?”

One of the massive cybercrocs started a low growl at seeing a stranger, but subsided as the old femmie rested one of her lower arms on it, "Hello young one, it has been some time since someone new has come to my temple."

The priestress set her the brushes aside, turning to give the new mech her full attention. The old femmie spread all four arms for a moment, sounding quiet happy, "Welcome to this Temple of Primus. I am the head priestess, Bright Optics is my shortened name."

The growl startled him to a point he stepped back a few steps. What was that?? Looking up at the other when he realized another bit was there and talking.

“I..I’m Longarm…um Longarm Prime. I think I may have lost my way.”

In more ways than just not knowing where his home was. This was new and different. He didn’t know there were temples still in use.

#longarmprime #TFA #(fun thing yhe temple can be found most all Cybertrons lol)

"Don't mind them," Bright Optics tried to reassure, nudging the closest of the big beasties to turn and head back to their murky energon pools. "They are natural guards, and won't come on the main paths unless the temple is threatened."

The old femmie walked closer, her main arms clasping behind her back, and the the lower set folding over her middle. "A Prime? Are you one of the new rank of that title? I think it's a new thing..."

She did not think there was a matrix of old to sense.

@longarmprime has found the old temple!

The prestress is outside for once, using a few brushes to groom one if her favorite gaint cybercrocs that guard the temple.

Longarm has been walking around and stumbled upon this place. Curious he goes closer to look.

“Hello?”

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One of the massive cybercrocs started a low growl at seeing a stranger, but subsided as the old femmie rested one of her lower arms on it, "Hello young one, it has been some time since someone new has come to my temple."

The priestress set her the brushes aside, turning to give the new mech her full attention. The old femmie spread all four arms for a moment, sounding quiet happy, "Welcome to this Temple of Primus. I am the head priestess, Bright Optics is my shortened name."

@longarmprime has found the old temple!

The prestress is outside for once, using a few brushes to groom one if her favorite gaint cybercrocs that guard the temple.

#hii!#longarmprime

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@optimaprime88 Has found the Temple! The priestess pokes her head out of the warmest room, blinking a bit tired, but sensing...something important.

#optimaprime88 #hii here too!

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Bright Optics head tilts, hands on another wall and paused.

It's warm?

She tilts her head and leans against it reflexively, her joints stiffening again as the old femme searched her temple.

Why was it warm here?

#grandma bug no...

There's a few akward clanks and then a bang, fallowed by a yip.

Bright Optics can not quite easily extract herself from he opening in the wall. Her lower set of arms braced on the edges of the opening, one hand on the ground inside and the other reaching up to rub on the top part of the ornate ring attached to her back.

It was smart in something fierce, enough she almost wish to be able to safety detach it.

There's some tools neatly laid out, old but still well kept and cleaned tools.

She's atempting to find out why the heating has mostly stopped working. Maybe if there were only leeks tht needed patching?

"By the Primes and their stuffy old joints... I am too old for this." Bright Optics grumbled, carefully shifting to get the ring where it would not clip on any more things. She's trying to do something, even if just helping find where the problem is.

@obsidian-wing has found the temple!

There's a note on the main doors leading to a side door. It's very cold out and the temple is not in perfect repair. so please don't freeze the Priestess.

Scrapnelle went to the side door and knocked, her wings quivering under her elytra, it was very cold as it was night and they were on the edge of the Rust Sea.

The door open after a new minutes and the tall femme peered out. "Oh my, dear one. What are you doing this clfar out in the cold season?"

The old femme stepped aside and mostioned inside with her lower set of arms.

The young Insecticon hurried in “Hardshell kicked me out of the hive once he realized what my white coloring meant” she said

Bright Optics tilted her head, making sure the door was firmly closed against the wost of the chill. She bent to run both sets of hands on arms and back, making sure the younger one's wings would not be frozen.

"You are safe in my temple young one." Iddolly the Priestess wondered what timeline she was in, but that was for later.

“Thank you Priestess, I am Scrapnelle” she said

"I am Bright Optics," she paused and then Bright Optics grinned. Speaking in Insecticon to say her full name.

Scrapnelle perked up a bit “I have heard about you, but I thought it was only a legend Carrier was telling me” she said

"Heh, I am quite old, and have live, will live through many a timeline." Bright Optics looked bemused, as it was quite sometime she had been in a colony or hive. "Come, fallow me to the warmer rooms, you may have one for as long as you need."

“Thanks, I may stay till I am strong enough to start my own hive, or challenge Hardshell for control of my birth hive” Scrapnelle said as she followed Bright Eyes into the warmer sections of the Temple.

"Just remembered there is to be no violence in the temple," Bright Optics had to warn, the knights and temple guards of before where aloud training but no fighting or infighting. "For now have some energon and focus on staying alive and recovering."

The elder made sure the new femme was safely sat near the old heating vent, and feched a mug like can of energon. Taking just a moment to warm the liquid up.

Scrapnelle relaxed as she warmed up, her optics drooping as she was tired.