"Fully deserved."

REVAMPED RP blog for Chief Justice Tyrest

Rules | Headcanons

“Pharma, you and I both know that you won’t be allowed to leave the Lost Light if your beloved captain found out about your plans.” Ever the smoothe-talker, Tyrest makes manipulation look like art as he smiles at the doctor.

“You needn’t kill anyone you don’t wish to, but for both our sakes, I advise that you, at least, injure Rodimus.” He pauses, his smile slowly turning into a firm forwn. 

“Oh please, like you’d know how my spike compares. I know I’m better than Starsaber because I’m not a repressed weirdo.”

There’s a very, VERY long pause, before Tyrest answers Pharma.

Just after Minimus Ambus became Ultra Magnus, Tyrest had fallen for Minimus within a span of a few years. Naturally, they dated, but Tyrest began to withdraw from the relationship following the Aequitas trails, and while Ultra Magnus did have contact with Tyrest, something wasn’t right.

In truth, Tyrest only broke off his relationship with Minimus two years (twenty four months) prior to the events that take place upon Luna-1. 

“If Pharma’s spike ruined a marriage, then riding Star Saber’ must truly be a holy experience in comparison. Of course, if anyone actually touched my beloved, besides myself, then I might actually throw a fit. Details aside...”

God, he’s still dreaming about that fat coochie. He’d let Star Saber break his neck with those thighs too.

“Why, in the name of Vector Sigma, do I hear a child screaming and crying? Do none of you know how to look after a mere toddler?” 

“I admit, I could use more, shall we say... friendlier tactics to employ Pharma. He’s a skilled surgeon, and I saved his life for a reason. Can you truly blame me for wanting Pharma to assist me with not just my own health, but my lover’s as well?”

“...I think to myself, quietly, about how many Cybertronian’s perished when I activated the switch. A handful? More? Hundreds? No... I mustn’t dwell on such things. God or not, I can’t take back the actions, nor do I want redemption.” 

Though, he does crave justice, for someone to place him on trail and judge him, just as he had judged others. Tyrest no longer trusts his own instincts though, not after everything that occured.

For the briefest of moments as Rung spoke such a simple nickname, it felt as though nothing had changed, as though the years apart never existed. The timeless moment didn’t last.

Stepping cautiously into the room, Tyrest didn’t sit down, not immediately. He couldn't. Instead, the well-known Chief Justice awkwardly stands in front of the chair opposite Rung, unable to look his brother in the optics.

“I...” His mouth opens, yet the words hesitate to come out. “I want to--... No I--...” Soon, he begins pacing in front of the vacant chair, with both servos elegently tucked behind his back. 

Another old habit.

“You’re aware that I have a Conjunx Endura-- What am I saying? Everyone knows that already. This-- I love Star Saber, I do, but... I-- Have I... My memories aren’t clear, so... Have I-- Do you know if I... If I ever had...” This isn’t going as smoothly as he originally planned. Nothing ever goes to plan, does it?

This brings to light the headcanon that, despite forgetting who he was, Tyrest felt as though he was never whole. Even after he begins to date Star Saber, there’s still a large hole in his spark.

After finding out his identity however, and learning of the fate of Epistemus, there’s forever going to be a piece of Tyrest that’s, unfortunately, empty. Wisdom, without knowledge, is as useful as knowing that poison isn’t good to drink, but still drinking it anyway because you don’t know the full extent of WHY it’s bad to drink.