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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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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.