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robothell2015-02-24 11:48 pm
aminerproblem) wrote in robothell2015-02-24 11:48 pm
dramatic pointing at ripped up furniture
Who: pre-war Megs and Tarn
What: Tarn gets a talk about his garbage actions
When: Shortly after everyone's favorite torturer extraordinaire gets their ass into a medical bed
Where: Camp Decepticon
Warnings: feeling bad for terrible people
Tarn would find himself getting another visitor in the form of his would-be commander. Not quite the terrifying warlord he should be growing into: still inexperienced in matters of leadership, and less so in matters of killing Autobots.
Megatron knew what happened not long after it occurred. Having been working the clinic when his older self came with his injuries, it didn't take much to deduce how he got them. Figuring Tarn was the worse off of the two since his older self wasn't mangled like Drift was, he made his preparations. As soon as there was an opening in his shifts, he took what he needed, sent a quiet message to Aftermath, and left.
With him he was carrying a storage crate from the Autobot medibay and his own solemn conviction. The side of his face that had a blaster bolt shot through it had managed to heal up fairly well with some methodical application of repair nanites, though a deep gouge still ran through it. His previous concern was noticeably absent as he looked over the Decepticon's wounds before stopping at the silver badge, a thin, well concealed plume of anger and guilt running up his struts. He makes eye contact as he steps through the doorframe.
"Your accomplice doesn't seem to be particularly attentive."
What: Tarn gets a talk about his garbage actions
When: Shortly after everyone's favorite torturer extraordinaire gets their ass into a medical bed
Where: Camp Decepticon
Warnings: feeling bad for terrible people
Tarn would find himself getting another visitor in the form of his would-be commander. Not quite the terrifying warlord he should be growing into: still inexperienced in matters of leadership, and less so in matters of killing Autobots.
Megatron knew what happened not long after it occurred. Having been working the clinic when his older self came with his injuries, it didn't take much to deduce how he got them. Figuring Tarn was the worse off of the two since his older self wasn't mangled like Drift was, he made his preparations. As soon as there was an opening in his shifts, he took what he needed, sent a quiet message to Aftermath, and left.
With him he was carrying a storage crate from the Autobot medibay and his own solemn conviction. The side of his face that had a blaster bolt shot through it had managed to heal up fairly well with some methodical application of repair nanites, though a deep gouge still ran through it. His previous concern was noticeably absent as he looked over the Decepticon's wounds before stopping at the silver badge, a thin, well concealed plume of anger and guilt running up his struts. He makes eye contact as he steps through the doorframe.
"Your accomplice doesn't seem to be particularly attentive."
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Megatron trots forward to try and catch that door with his hand before he closes it. He had kind of expected Spinister to still be a frightened - going by what he'd managed to piece together of what his future self was like, but he was sure he'd be able to clear things up.
And now, with no gun involved (he suspects) there's much less a chance of incident. He was still marked by the gunshot wound, but medical nanites were doing a quick job of piecing it together over the last few days. He didn't look quite as ghastly.
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It's just he shot Megatron in the face.
Which was kind of like shooting God in the face and God was a terrifying warlord.
"Nyyyeeeeee," he squeaks when Megatron catches the door before it could slide shut.
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Regardless, he forces the door open, trying to squeeze in the widening gap.
"Wait- I'm not going to hurt you - Hf." He clumsily pulls his leg free from a tangle of equipment in a very un-warlord-like fashion. Something definitely falls out of place clatters to the ground. Oops.
He lifts a hand,"We just need to talk."
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Sure. Alright. Now he was just trapped in a small space with Megatron. Again.
"... okay," he manages in the tiniest of voices, optics wide.
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Megatron steps in as the door slides shut on its own. He gives the medic a good look before raising a hand,"I understand that you were acting out of desperation. I'm not going to fault you for that."
He sets the crate on the ground with a light thunk. After popping open the locks, he reveals its contents: repair nanites, tools, miscellaneous supplies from the medibay, some cubes of energon. It wasn't exorbitant, they weren't swimming in equipment, but it was a little extra that he could spare to ease the very clear shortage on the Decepticon side.
"You can use this as you see fit. It's yours."
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But- that didn't make any sense. Why would Megatron be bringing supplies to the mech who'd shot him in the face?
"... Wh- why...?"
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He'd be hard-pressed to accept that conclusion even if it was absolutely necessary. His voice grows firmer:
"But I don't want to catch you stealing from the Autobots again, do you understand? If you need something, if you know someone who needs something, you can come to me. We can resolve this."
Megatron taps the crate,"There's enough for both sides."
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"Why are you working with them?" Spinister drags his optics up, away from the medical supplies. "I thought... I thought they weren't on real friendly terms with us."
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"Ratchet offered to instruct me in medicine. One or two Autobots are a still a bit uppity about having me around, but I doubt they're interested in fighting."
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A pause. "Kind of."
"Anyways, I can teach you about medical stuff! You don't need to go to them at all!"
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"I have stayed and worked at the Autobot medibay for several months. I can assure you there's no danger - and the company warms up once they get used to you."
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"Oh," he says quietly. "So Tarn... lied."
And the heli might just sound a little hurt.
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Despite his anger with Tarn, though, he wasn't opposed to letting him stay and get treated. He won't mention the bot was technically booted out of the Decepticons.
"I never caught your name."
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"I'm Spinister!" he says on a more cheerful note, jerking a thumb at his chest. "What's your- wait, no, I know that already."
Sure got over the hurt pretty quick, buddy.