#SORRY THIS IS A LONG ONE I HAD TO GO THROUGH HOSIN'S TRANSFORMATION LOL

[staticsqueaks]

Pacifism had always been the answer before. Hosin held his ground, yelping with surprise when his bubble was struck by whiplike tendrils, sending a searing pain up his back as his body reacted. Don't show it. He can't know you feel it. He thought of Nala, his beautiful sister to quench his fears. He thought of Suppaliax and the planet's rolling hills of gorgeous farmland and sprawling cities to ease the tearjerking pain. He thought of Minimus, how gentle his touch had been to keep his footing as he was knocked ruthlessly about. Hosin shrieked and gritted his teeth when he was snatched up, keeping his arms in place to maintain his defense. "Cheap talk for a parasite that cowers in a suit! I held the rank of General on Suppaliax during the war!" He spat back, feeling his anger rise as he was brought into the hideous, gaping maw of such a filthy thing. "You say I cower in my defense, yet you cannot survive without taking hold of another?! Who is the real coward here?!" The beast clamped down and Hosin bit his tongue to keep from shrieking, feeling tears prick in the corners of his heated vision when the pressure became physical, visceral. Heat throbbed over his form and his arms shook, unable to keep up his defense much longer at this rate. He was getting nauseous, dizzied by the sudden betrayal of his trust and remind himself on a hazy loop why he was doing this in the first place. He had to get to Minimus. He remembered the way he cradled him, the way he spoke softly to him about his beautiful poetry. Hosin remembered the way he obsessively organized his desk down to the last pen, the way Minimus cleared his intake when he was nervous. It was the little things he liked the most. "Minimus is stronger than you think!" He grumbled under the roar of frustrated engines. "I will find a way to pry him out of you- AH!" Then came the squeeze. Hosin sobbed openly through the unbearable agony, feeling every inch of his form light up and scream as if he were splitting. Curse his indestructibility, he always found it to be a flaw, fury replacing the blinding horrors of intense pain ricocheting through his little form. He could endure anything, but sometimes the pain was worse than death itself. This was one of those times. The former Emperor let his grasp fall in an effort to gain some relief, the bubble instantly retreating as he was slammed hard to wall under a sharp, ruthless pede, struggling to catch his breath as his mind reeled from the intensity of the torture. Pacifism was always the answer...until it wasn't. Suppaliax forgive him, for he would not be able to forgive himself. "You want me to fight you?" He hissed dangerously, reaching up and struggling to claw at the monster's ankle. "THEN I SHALL FIND A WAY TO RIP MINIMUS OUT OF YOU MYSELF!" He gave a sudden war cry in a shrill foreign tongue and dissipated under the parasite's hold, melting to the floor in a formless puddle of silvery liquid that slithered and encased that dubious pede in an instant. The puddle shot forward like a thick wave, wrapping panels in a thick, gooey mess and pouring through cables to yank and tug at whatever it could find. It was invasive, all encompassing, and slick, Hosin struggling to maintain his concentration as he popped raw metal from its housing by force and used the friction of his creaky body to build up charge. Pieces fell away with sharp clangs to the floor as he traveled, reaching up with a formless arm like sludge and slamming down hard on the chassis of his foe, splattering him in the face with grimy muck. Minimus would not die on his watch. He didn't care about the Magnus armor, he just wanted his friend out of there. "I am no coward!" He hissed, voice dripping with ooze. "I gave you the chance, now give me back my Minimus or I shall pick you apart until I find him! GIVE HIM TO ME!"

Hosin leaves the bath behind and furrows his brow. He attempts his comms again. "Hello? Magnus? You are not picking up...are you alright? Are you still feeling ill? Please, if you find the time, call me back to let me know you are alright." There is concern in his voice.

There's more static, just as before, a tad louder this time. Once again, if the comm links are switched, the radio chatter is normal, voices clear as day. But as the comm link is switched back, there is the white noise now that screeches into Hosin's ears, piercing and loud, but in the midst of the screech there is a voice, cold, deep, a voice garbled amongst the white noise speaks to him now.

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