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[network] Things just got a little bit hotter around here.
[There isn't much visible in the video feed at first; the image is grainy and out of focus, and the frame briefly scrolls upwards a couple of times before falling into its rightful place, as though someone is tweaking the settings.
When it settles, all that's visible is a massive, dark shape silhouetted against the sky. He glares at the screen with two baleful red eyes and brimming rage makes the biolights tracking down his cheeks burn bright. Two words boom over the line.]
Explanation. Now.
When it settles, all that's visible is a massive, dark shape silhouetted against the sky. He glares at the screen with two baleful red eyes and brimming rage makes the biolights tracking down his cheeks burn bright. Two words boom over the line.]
Explanation. Now.
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His relief is shortlived. The glare and look of utter betrayal that his teammate gives him stirs guilt inside his spark. Tarn manages to push it aside; he will explain to Helex in private. For now he needs to defuse the situation. With Megatron only a few steps away, things still could go sour again.
Taking a measured step between them, Tarn's mind races for something to say.]
[For once he's at a loss. Instead he glances angrily between the two opponents.]
What is going on here?
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[At the very least, Megatron's expression is no longer twisted into a snarl, but it holds a familiar quiet, controlled temper. The kind that lies in wait like a vat of nitroglycerin.]
[He doesn't answer Tarn's question, because he couldn't quite encapsulate what he was currently feeling into words, and like hell is he going to scrabble to explain why he was attacked. He does watch him though, curious to see how he'll reign in his brutish teammate.]
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[Helex is silent for a long few seconds. Not to think it over; just to glower at no particular point over Tarn's shoulder and trying to shunt some of his anger into his heating coils. It's no less threatening than throwing punches, but if he can't throw punches, it has to go somewhere.
Then he spits out a mouthful of his own energon.]
He told me the war is over.
[He looks very pointedly at Tarn.]
You ordered different.
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[However, telling Helex that now, in front of Megatron, simply can’t be done. The miner is young, and naive, and inexperienced and that sort of statement will most certainly end badly. Tarn just needs to find an angle to get through to him. A bit of patience and charisma is all it will take]
I have told you no such thing. We will discuss this later in private.
[He casts him a stern glance, hoping that Helex has the sense to drop it for now. He will make everything clear soon. He turns to address Megatron, bowing his head ever so slightly. ]
You have my sincere apologies, Megatron. Sometimes Helex has the tendency to jump into action before knowing the entirety of the situation. While such dedication and enthusiasm is to be rewarded in the field, sometimes it can get him into a bit of trouble.
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Keep your damn apology.
[He wipes the energon from his face.]
I know the only reason you didn't let him twist my head off is because you're waiting for me to become whatever cruel master you want to use to justify your brutality. I'd always wondered what you'd do when you realize that won't happen.
[He closes the distance between him and Tarn, some of the explosive rage, the fire that would have kept him alive in Kaon's fighting pits, beginning to twist his features.]
Seeing as mercy is clearly something beyond you, here's a simple warning: If I see either of your handiwork undermining my word again, the blood spilled on the ground will be draining out of the stumps of your necks by the end of the cycle.
Have I made myself clear?
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He doesn't try to grab now, but he does shove, both trying to push Megatron away from Tarn with two hands and wedge himself in front of his commander, to make himself a wall between Tarn and Megatron.
Helex says nothing. Tarn's the talker. Helex just scowls.]
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His Megatron is in there, after all. slowly, but surely, beginning to emerge with time]
[Tarn stumbles a bit as Helex pushes himself between them in a show of misplaced protection, too distracted by his fan-girlish awe. he is thankful that his mask covers his wolfish grin.]
Helex, step back, It’s fine.
[Tarn stares very levelly back at Megatron, peering around Helex’s broad frame.]
Understood. I won’t disappoint you.
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[Tarn sounded a little to content with the arrangement to satisfy him, but he wasn't here to exact vengeance. He was here to ensure Tarn's minion didn't destroy what peace they had.]
[So he straightens his posture and stares back, waiting for them to make their leave.]
We'll see.