After crash-landing on a long-forgotten colony planet, Rung found himself in quite a startling predicament.

They seemed to think he was Primus..

The colony worshiped the Guiding Hand: Mortilus, Solomus, Ephestimus, Adaptus,and of course— Primus. His physical appearance and the pose by which they found him was uncanny in resemblance to the life-giver.

They had hand-crafted and well-maintained temples dedicated to the five, as well as practicing high priests and priestesses. They repaired Rung, and treated him lavishly despite his weak insistence he was not a God.

Strange miracles had been happening all over the colonies. Large fountains of energon had been discovered, hotspots springing up upon random (always in spite of Rung) and more carrier frames baring sparks ever since he’d arrived.

None of this was because of him– it couldn’t be! Just unfortunate coincidences…

The High priest(ess) of Primus seemed particularly thrown with him. Rung was rather sure that if he told them to kiss his pedes they’d be on their hands and knees before he even finished his sentence. That startled him.

(Idea from To Bask in His Radiance by Drazyrohk on AO3)