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robothell2015-06-09 10:29 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in robothell2015-06-09 10:29 pm
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Who: Tarn and Galvatron, Tarn and Spinister
Where: in and around the Decepticon Base
When: the morning after prom
What: Tarn is hungover and meets Galvatron/ Spinister and Tarn have a heart to heart
Warnings: none as of yet
Galvatron
Hangovers. Something that Tarn is familiar with, in concept, but not necessarily in experience. He would have preferred to keep it that way, to be honest. Unfortunately one can not simply undo the massive amounts of engex that he consumed over the course of the previous night. Now he must pay for his mistake.
At least the world had stopped spinning, that is a definite improvement. However, daylight still felt like it was melting his processor, and mild nausea still roiled in his tanks.
Tarn finds it important to celebrate the small victories.
As he heads back to the Decepticon base from his meeting with Sixshot, he finds that his footfalls are agitating his headache. Too wrapped up in trying to cultivate as quiet a journey as possible he barely notices that someone is in his way until it is too late.
Bumping shoulders, Tarn turns to look at the mech in his way.
“Apologies, I was distracted.”
His voice is strained and far softer than his usual deep timber.
Spinister:
He hasn’t been avoiding Spinister. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just that they haven’t really spoken since Megatron came to pay the base a visit, over a month ago.
It isn’t as if Tarn hasn’t done anything to warrant the scientist’s displeasure, because he is aware that he has done plenty including denting the walls of his brand new shower…
Regardless Tarn figures now is as good of a a time as ever to talk things out as he limps his way into Spinister’s lab with his dented pelvic plating.
He has attempted to ask Pharma about seeing to it, but the Autobot had immediately pinned him with a poisonous glare. It seems to him that the helicopter might be his only option.
“Spinister. Do you have a moment."
Where: in and around the Decepticon Base
When: the morning after prom
What: Tarn is hungover and meets Galvatron/ Spinister and Tarn have a heart to heart
Warnings: none as of yet
Galvatron
Hangovers. Something that Tarn is familiar with, in concept, but not necessarily in experience. He would have preferred to keep it that way, to be honest. Unfortunately one can not simply undo the massive amounts of engex that he consumed over the course of the previous night. Now he must pay for his mistake.
At least the world had stopped spinning, that is a definite improvement. However, daylight still felt like it was melting his processor, and mild nausea still roiled in his tanks.
Tarn finds it important to celebrate the small victories.
As he heads back to the Decepticon base from his meeting with Sixshot, he finds that his footfalls are agitating his headache. Too wrapped up in trying to cultivate as quiet a journey as possible he barely notices that someone is in his way until it is too late.
Bumping shoulders, Tarn turns to look at the mech in his way.
“Apologies, I was distracted.”
His voice is strained and far softer than his usual deep timber.
Spinister:
He hasn’t been avoiding Spinister. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just that they haven’t really spoken since Megatron came to pay the base a visit, over a month ago.
It isn’t as if Tarn hasn’t done anything to warrant the scientist’s displeasure, because he is aware that he has done plenty including denting the walls of his brand new shower…
Regardless Tarn figures now is as good of a a time as ever to talk things out as he limps his way into Spinister’s lab with his dented pelvic plating.
He has attempted to ask Pharma about seeing to it, but the Autobot had immediately pinned him with a poisonous glare. It seems to him that the helicopter might be his only option.
“Spinister. Do you have a moment."
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He grimaces the minute the energon hits his tongue, but swallows without complaint. Immediately, he turns his attention to Galvatron, struck by the audacity of his question. Tarn doesn't miss the warriors gaze on the criminally bare patch of his chassis where his badge once stood. His fingers come up to touch it, shielding it slightly from the critical gaze
“What does it mean to me? I’ve dedicated everything to the Decepticon cause, including my own identity. My entire purpose is to keep it running smoothly , eliminating traitors and useless cowards; weeding the weak willed from the strong. The cause is my very life.”
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"That's what you do and the crutch you lean on, not what it means to you. What are the Decepticons, in your own words?"
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“The Decepticons are the faction willing to fight for the right blaze their own path. Crushing the functionalist regime beneath them and tearing down a corrupt senate. That is the past. The groundwork for what is to come. Today the Decepticon cause is a struggle to obtain the pinnacle of Cybertronianian happiness by whatever means necessary; even if it means the elimination of those who stand in its way. "
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"Naming your founding actions as your greatest achievements is saddening. I'm told your 'groundwork' happened four million years ago."
Leave it to Galvatron to piss all over what Tarn just said with pride. That aside, he wasn't entirely impressed.
"Soundwave told me the Decepticon goal was freedom from oppression and peace. He hopes to achieve that by working with these 'humans'. What is your vision of what the pinnacle of Cybertronian happiness is?"
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Is he being interviewed?
“ Of course, freedom from oppression is the ideal. But, if we’re discussing this truthfully, I don’t foresee this being feasible through an alliance with these humans. Organics often do not have our best interest at heart. Whether its the Black Block Consortia, the Galactic Council, or even Humans. They always have ulterior motive. They want us destroyed and humbled; weak to their rule. War is the only way for now."