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Tarn ([personal profile] sparkwhisperer) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-04-01 08:34 pm

So Tarn walks into a Bar...

Who: Tarn and You
Where: the NEW Maccadams Old Oil House
When: right now
What: Tarn tries to make some new friends
Warnings: None :0

It has been weeks since Tarn’s fight with Megatron and he has kept himself as scarce as possible, nursing his wounds, and even more recently, his broken pride. Spending his days mostly alone has begun to wear heavily upon him, too ashamed by his recent fall from the Decepticons to face most of the mechs in the base.

The bare patch on his chassis still jars him when he glances down at it.

Still, he can’t help but think about what Sixshot told him. He can’t hide forever, and the longer he waits the more the Autobots will think that they have won. A change of tactics does seem to be in order.

Tarn has wandered from the base still wearing his scars from the battle and hobbled by a slight limp; but otherwise at nearly full strength. Heading deep into the city, the DJD Commander begins his search for any flicker of civilization in the vast, crumbling, nearly desolate city. He wants to be seen. To let it be known that he is done hiding and won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. They will be forced to face him whether they want to or not.

Before long he stumbles upon a small establishment, clearly Autobot owned. Maccadams, it seems, has made it to even this Cybertron. He isn’t surprised; though as he approaches the door he does note a small sign clearly stating ‘No Tarns’ in bold lettering. A Deep booming guffaw rips from him before he quickly tamps it down, muffling his chuckling by clearing his throat. Tarn straightens his back, lifting his head and purposefully ignores the sign. The former Decepticon pushes the door open and steps confidently into the dim lighting of the bar.

This can only go well.
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[personal profile] orerrible 2015-04-03 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Shockwave was alive, moving - and in the first four million years without guided purpose. There had been nothing; the sharp crack of an ion blaster piercing his chest and the deafening void as he and the naked bones of Crystal City collapsed into a zero distance space. And then, after the last one out hits the lights, an abrupt and terrible return to creation struck him like a blow beyond comparison to how deeply it was felt.

And the first place he walks into after being forcibly evicted from the end itself, was Maccadam's Old Oil House. The punchline was that the first thing he hears in the wake of such an ordeal in that low as the pits laugh of Tarn's one could quite literally feel down to the spark.

Shockwave is not impressed as he comes in, shadow cleaving a thick line across the floor.

"Ah, Tarn."
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[personal profile] orerrible 2015-04-04 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Shockwave said coolly, "I do not believe I've subjected myself to the personified zeal of the Deception cause since...what was it, the maiden voyage of the Worldsweeper?"

The Decepticon Justice Division was beyond his jurisdiction and well outside the purview of his own private ventures since the inception of the war. Tarn and his interchangeably but the none the less consistently persistent merry band of zealots had not fallen by the wayside of his notice.

Tone idle, Shockwave inspects his unbroken hand with fingers splayed in the light coming through the windows.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news."
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[personal profile] orerrible 2015-04-07 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Far be it from to keep watch over the activity of your squad, but I'd be correct to assume that it's been some time since you've had contact with Cybertron, yes?"

Shockwave makes a sound in near-perfect facsimile of clearing ones throat. Not something he put the time in practicing to imitate his binocular contemporaries which why the sound was bit forced, unnatural. Unnerving. Especially as that large, singular optic turns and dilates boring into Tarn.

"Best you hear it first. This is my formal resignation from the Deceptions, and a friendly request my operations on this naked carcass of a planet not be impeded."

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[personal profile] rodders 2015-04-03 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Oh fuck no. There are things Rodimus likes having in his general area: Drift, Magnus, the Lost Light. Things like that. And since his last run in with Tarn, things had been pretty steadily improving. Megatron was still Megatron, of course, but everything else-- well okay, making out with Drift had helped a lot. But also the fact that none of his crew was getting mauled on a regular basis.

And then this. Rodimus sets down his glass angrily, glaring from his position at the bar. Nope. Not happening. Not here, and not now. Also: he wrote a sign! There's a sign that explicitly says no Tarns. And he just-- just ignored it!

"Did Megatron beat the ability to read out of you, Tarn?"

Guess who has not learned his lesson? It's this red asshole.
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[personal profile] rodders 2015-04-04 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
This is infuriating. He wants to kick something. He wants to kick Tarn in the face again, because that was intensely satisfying. If his plating flares up a bit to make him attempt to look bigger than he is for a moment, it's definitely a subconscious action. Totally.

"I'll get Magnus to re-write it." He's sure she'll love that. "Guess you rusting to nothing out there was too good to be true." Since he'd been rather quiet since the entire... thing had happened. Rodimus had been pleased about that, really, because no Tarn is the best Tarn.
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[personal profile] rodders 2015-04-09 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You know me," no he doesn't, Rodimus. "Always looking on the bright side of life." Which involves Tarn bleeding out in a ditch somewhere. He gives the other a scathing look through narrowed optics, suspicious. Rodimus doesn't like this, doesn't like this at all.

But there is nothing inherently threatening about Tarn drinking within ten feet of him. Well, nothing more than it being Tarn which, to Rodimus, is enough of a threat that it deserves action. Especially with what he's been up to here! Which.

Hasn't been much since he got his ass kicked.

"What happened to the last person you told that to, huh? Sorry. Not buying it." He will never buy whatever the fuck this is that Tarn is trying to do, hands balled up into fists as he tries to suffer through the indignity of this. Because it is the worst! The absolute worst.

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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2015-04-07 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Nautica, as the city's only civil engineer, was oftentimes too busy to tend to the energon and limited engex distillery operation they had going in Maccadam's. And while it wasn't often that Megatron took a shift at the bar with everything else going on, he took it upon himself to take this afternoon off her adorable purple hands.

He enters from the back after having resolved some of his own buisness, and stands at the other end of the counter. The calm malaise at facing his eventual necessary abandonment of the clinic evaporates at the sight of Tarn. He isn't aggressive towards the ex-Decepticon's presence, but his tolerance of this situation was clearly thin. Tarn was looking better, though he could see that limp clear as day.

Crossing his arms, he looks down on the counter to take stock of what was available.
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2015-04-08 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Megatron very much takes note of Tarn's humbled body language, and eases up a little once he takes a seat at the counter. It looks like his point had it's intended effect, though he's not ready to let the soldier off the hook just yet.

"Nautica's busy," he retorts curtly, not seeing any issue with taking up her shift,"And the clinic has enough help for the time being."

Taking out a canister of the brewed engex, he attaches it to the tap with a light thunk, before looking up at the ex-Decepticon again,"I'm not going to banish you from enjoying any part of your life, Tarn. You can order something if you keep to your word."
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2015-04-09 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Megatron watches him, an immovable judge sitting at the other end of that countertop. He has to think on what to do. He was hoping Tarn would start to change his views, but now that he'd actually seemed to be showing it, he was unsure whether to be harsh or forgiving. There's a grumble from his engine.

His voice is solemn,"If you mean that - if you're truly intent on changing yourself for the better,"

He looks down at the tap, filling up about 1/3rd of a glass with cooled engex,"You still have a lot of work to do to undo the damage you've caused over the course of the war. But I'm glad for you. This is a step in the right direction."

He finally makes eye contact with Tarn,"How do you like this prepared?"

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[personal profile] lifepersists 2015-04-08 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes First Aid just wanted a drink. There were plenty of reasons why he shouldn't, of course. Depression, anxiety, and his general lack of care for his frame for some time were just three of the numerous reasons. But sometimes, he just wanted a drink, and Nautica and Megatron were pleasant company. The latter rather surprising; he'd started to warm to the former miner's presence. He wasn't the old, jaded tyrant his captain was.

The bar made for a good place to relax with a datapad and indulge with one of his recently neglected hobbies. First Aid was just typing out the last few lines of his most recent diary entry -- impressively quickly with only one hand -- when the door opened and the huge purple frame pressed in. Size was enough to catch his attention, but there wasn't any way he didn't recognize who Tarn was.

The datapad clatters to the table, his visor fixed on the mech.

"You're not welcome here."
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[personal profile] lifepersists 2015-04-09 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)

Tarn's blatant disrespect aggravated First Aid. His plating rattles, his remaining hand closing into a fist, and he pushes his seat out from the table he was sitting at. He's not even scared despite the knowledge he might die. Briefly, he thinks of Sixshot, his admission of association with the leader of the DJD and how betrayed he felt. It was a silly feeling at the time. They're both killers and he's just an Autobot nobody. He doubted Sixshot would miss him.

"You want a drink?" he asks, picking up his glass. He rounds abount the table, walking straight up to the leader of the DJD. "You can have mine."

He lifts it up towards him, then tilts his wrist, pouring the slightly viscous fluid down the larger mech's stomach plating.

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[personal profile] lifepersists 2015-04-11 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
That somehow wasn't as satisfying as First Aid thought it would be. Certainly, he feels some slight smugness at seeing the stain of his engex smeared across the larger mech's plating, but Tarn's reaction was considerably mild despite the insult.

"Longtime exposure to your handiwork would erode anyone's manners."

Ten years on Messatine meant that he made part of his living off the mess that the DJD made of their miners and patrols. There's a niggling in the back of First Aid's mind that Tarn may be Agent 113, but the louder part of his rage at him decided that it didn't matter even if he was. Tarn's appetite for t-cogs still drove Pharma insane. If Pharma hadn't lost his mind, so many would still be alive. Ambulon would still be alive.

And then, there was what his teammates did to Trailcutter after they had helped them. A horrible mistake.

"I have you at a disadvantage. You don't know me, but I certainly know you."

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[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2015-04-09 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Starscream found the bar not too long ago himself, and who was he to resist drinking? Especially around all these people who expect him to behave and not shoot anyone in the head (how boring, Optimus Prime.) If he can't get away with scheming terrible plots, he can at least terrorize people.

And if they are already overcharged he has plausible deniability. It's a win-win.

Unfortunately for him, he notices Tarn wander in and how can he ignore that? Of course the guy is rather huge and harassing him is no doubt a stupid idea, but this is Starscream so clearly he has to do it.

He meanders over and gives Tarn a look before speaking what will probably be one of the dumbest things he will ever state in his life: "Ya know, if really wanted to be that much of a suck-up you could have just welded your face to the back of Megatron's plating. It'd be just as attractive as," he pauses to gesture at Tarn's face-mask,"well ... that."