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There was no longer a look of concern on Onus's faceplates, replaced by a look of confusion and shock. Yellow optic staring into his own, squinting as if trying to figure him out.

"Oh I see- that's a relief. But wait- have i misheard or are you gaslighting me?" They questioned, faceplates scrunched up as they got off of him and patted him off with a small 'sorry'.

"TYREST! You must explain, why do you have so many so called 'offspring'! What have you been doing?!"

Onus practically tackles tyrest, a terrifying look of concern on their face. They have no idea what is going on or why there's many calling him daddy. Oh to be ignorant of such odd sayings.

-Onus written by @hands-of-stars

" I do not have any offspring!" Tyrest looks long-suffering. Truly put upon as Onus invades his space. Resigned to the simple truth of said suffering. " You have misheard."

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The cosmos is suddenly unsettled by the concept of becoming nothing then something again. A painful existence and fate.

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"Your armour is not fine enough- there's spots I wish to polish- please?" They asked, going to stand at tyrest's side and peeking around at his wings, optics staring. They were trying to analyse tyrest and his expressions, anxiously clutching at the end of their veil.

If tyrest gave them a glance at the corner of his optics, he'd probably notice this. There were times onus was a little on edge around him but they mean no harm.

"Would you kindly stop doing paperwork? Just for the evening? It's not much but / just want you to relax for a bit. Perhaps..."

It's a simple request from a bot whom usually lounges around tyrest's office or private quarters, seemingly never looking too bothered by much around them. They keep many thoughts to themself usually. Though, suppose this time is different.

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Tyrest is always busy. A seemingly infinite number of tasks both large and small. Pouring over Datapads. Reviewing court cases. Working on the mathematics and the physical pieces of his project-

The list goes on.

He also seemingly requires minimal recharge. Fixated as he is on his work. Normally he'd simply wave off such a request. But tonight- perhaps he's in a good mood. Or it's some other thing.

Tyrest vents with a noisy sigh.

Setting aside his pads in a near put upon manner," And what would you suggest I do for the rest of the evening?"

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Onus got up from the lounge chair they were sat in, rather pleased that their request was actually listened to. A small smile didn't fail to sneak onto the the bot's face.

"Well- you could perhaps relax if you know what that word means?" Onus teased, waltzing over to tyrest before grinning over to him. "Maybe that thing called T L C? Your armour looks a bit dinged up." A servo reached out to give his cheek a pat before grabbing his jaw to turn his helm. Optics examining before the let go. "Come come- to your hab."

"Would you kindly stop doing paperwork? Just for the evening? It's not much but / just want you to relax for a bit. Perhaps..."

It's a simple request from a bot whom usually lounges around tyrest's office or private quarters, seemingly never looking too bothered by much around them. They keep many thoughts to themself usually. Though, suppose this time is different.

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Tyrest is always busy. A seemingly infinite number of tasks both large and small. Pouring over Datapads. Reviewing court cases. Working on the mathematics and the physical pieces of his project-

The list goes on.

He also seemingly requires minimal recharge. Fixated as he is on his work. Normally he'd simply wave off such a request. But tonight- perhaps he's in a good mood. Or it's some other thing.

Tyrest vents with a noisy sigh.

Setting aside his pads in a near put upon manner," And what would you suggest I do for the rest of the evening?"

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"Did it taste okay?"

There was uncertainty but it simply felt like greeting those which roamed it's void once in a while.

A little star for the big planet eater to eat. A treat from this deity.

-space as written by @hands-of-stars

A gift from a prior, ancient as can be possible.

It holds the star in its hand and watches it twirl, slow and steady. Lifting it to its mouth, it blows a little bit of strangeness in; and the star shines brighter, just a bit.

Then it swallows it whole, lit from within. Tastes like nothing.

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"Actually, I have an offer." A pause then it spoke again.

"Would you like to experience the full strength of a star exploding into your mortal frame and reducing you to a non-physical existence?"

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"Nunya buisness."

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Curiouser and curiouser... There was silence until the voice spoke again.

"Did you like it?" It questioned not long before asking another thing.

"What is a CMO? I am unfamiliar with such mortal terms..."

"Have you ever owned something?"

A voice questioned. No body or face to be seen, just an innocent question from the void.

- Space written by @hands-of-stars

Pharma squints. An odd experience, but he's learned to sort of roll with the punches by this point. Wouldn't be the first time he's heard a disembodied voice.

"Well... I technically owned Delphi, as CMO." He explains. Despite everything, he had grown very attached to the old, run down clinic. After all, it was his home for quite some time.

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Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

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Ownership... That was an odd term to it. Was it the same as territory? Was it warship? It couldn't be- those who held the owning part of things held pride, power... Yet those who were owned- felt powerless.

Something that the stars has only ever felt once and hasn't felt since for a long long time.

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"One cannot tell if that's better. Food is food is it not?"

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"Hot dog. I think."

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One was curious however does not know if it qualifies for some.

Many little stars and creatures live within its mass- all of its children- do they count as a large family? It has yet to understand plenty of these mortal terms.

He's left out a variety of crayons on the table for anyone to fill it out with.

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“Mm…” The being of stars was a little taken aback by the sudden urgency. The confusing gestures didn’t help, its head tilting to the side with a blank stare before simply doing as asked. It had no real reason to disobey a simple thing as returning an item. The Cybertronian seemed desperate after all. “One has yet to understand your want of an item such as this over interaction and care for others of your kind.” It, after returning the plush, went to go place itself down onto the mechanical being’s berth, staring once more but this time waiting for answers.

The being froze, a little taken aback by the reaction of the other. Who knew that he would create such a piercing screech! It was but a small surprise however. The yelling and demands however made it weary. Did it upset the mech? It was not entirely sure. ”Ease yourself.” It spoke up once more, slowly reaching and clawing its way out from under the berth, pulling its mass out, a walking void or stars making itself known as it carefully gripped at this- thing of synthetic fibres in its hand. Strands of stars idly flowed, as it tilted its horned head as it stared at the object. “Pinky…?” It examined further, confusion in its voice where its face couldn't do the expression justice. “I do not understand. You name a lifeless object and speak to it as if it can hear, Why?” It dangled it a little, waving it back and forth before just holding it and staring at the plush. “Yet you treat beings that are alive as a threat or as less than this item… hm..”

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The being froze, a little taken aback by the reaction of the other. Who knew that he would create such a piercing screech! It was but a small surprise however. The yelling and demands however made it weary. Did it upset the mech? It was not entirely sure. ”Ease yourself.” It spoke up once more, slowly reaching and clawing its way out from under the berth, pulling its mass out, a walking void or stars making itself known as it carefully gripped at this- thing of synthetic fibres in its hand. Strands of stars idly flowed, as it tilted its horned head as it stared at the object. “Pinky…?” It examined further, confusion in its voice where its face couldn't do the expression justice. “I do not understand. You name a lifeless object and speak to it as if it can hear, Why?” It dangled it a little, waving it back and forth before just holding it and staring at the plush. “Yet you treat beings that are alive as a threat or as less than this item… hm..”

Overlord stares at the cieling again, wondering about that previous... very strange conversation. Was he drunk? Was he still addled in the processor from that manta ray's spines? Hm...

"Hello? Space? Are you there?" He felt utterly ridiculous saying the words.

There was a mere moment of silence, the sounds of overlords surroundings being the only defening thing he could possibly hear for a minute. That was until It spoke, having recognised that call from the awkward encounter from- some point in its memory. It didn't quite understand why one such being would call for its company despite having been so strange towards it before? “One is here and everywhere at once. Dost thou have a query?”

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It sat in waiting, small stars dimming then brightening before it's "eyes" opened staring out from under. A dark hand reaching out and tugging overlord's wrist downwards.

"Boo." It spoke, more clearly choosing not to say anything else but to watch for a reaction of some sort. How do these beings react it wonders...

Overlord stares at the cieling again, wondering about that previous... very strange conversation. Was he drunk? Was he still addled in the processor from that manta ray's spines? Hm...

"Hello? Space? Are you there?" He felt utterly ridiculous saying the words.

There was a mere moment of silence, the sounds of overlords surroundings being the only defening thing he could possibly hear for a minute. That was until It spoke, having recognised that call from the awkward encounter from- some point in its memory. It didn't quite understand why one such being would call for its company despite having been so strange towards it before? “One is here and everywhere at once. Dost thou have a query?”

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It's... difficult, to be aware of something incredibly vast and powerful with a consciousness all its own, and especially to be aware it would like to engage in conversation - and yet, have absolutely no idea of what to say to such an entity.

At least Unicron is easy. Throw a chunk of rock at that guy and call it a day.

Space itself? Who seems much nicer and less hungry? That's a lot harder.

When one is in constant limbo, watching in forced silence, it makes it hard to have reason for anything but neutrality. It’s body itself is a complicated balance. Nice and hungry are simply things it cannot truly relate to nor fully understand. however- Forcing out of that limbo, speaking to those who have a certain- air about them, draws this being’s curiosity. A natural one with the desire to be a little more each time of interaction.

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If overlord were to say any of that to another of his kind, he'd likely get a look of confusion.

However space was not bothered by such questions. They sounded mostly reasonable and they have no real reason to deny them the information.

"Whatever that hue is on your chassis is most refreshing.." It spoke, curious to overlords questions once again.

"One supposes they just haven't felt an urge to participate in mortal affairs. Or the overwhelming concepts on its own." It sighed thinking silently before-

"Mortal forms are complicated- I suppose one has created a more conceivable form but a mortal form... Not quite. It's conscious separate however emotionally linked in some way." It gave a few moments of silence after it's answer, contemplating before forming its condensed and starry form within the darkest part of the room. Under his berth.

As if instinctually from it's activities elsewhere, it pushed something out from under his berth.

Overlord stares at the cieling again, wondering about that previous... very strange conversation. Was he drunk? Was he still addled in the processor from that manta ray's spines? Hm...

"Hello? Space? Are you there?" He felt utterly ridiculous saying the words.

There was a mere moment of silence, the sounds of overlords surroundings being the only defening thing he could possibly hear for a minute. That was until It spoke, having recognised that call from the awkward encounter from- some point in its memory. It didn't quite understand why one such being would call for its company despite having been so strange towards it before? “One is here and everywhere at once. Dost thou have a query?”