Tarn has been pacing the city for days in search of a Decepticon alliance. As it turns out, to his dismay, this new Cybertron is full of mostly Autobots and traitorous rubbish. His energy is low, his frame is littered with scuffs and scrapes, and he's irritated. He glances at ‘come in, we’re open’ sign but ignores it, figuring he will find more of the same in the relatively fixed up building. That is until he hears a rather powerful sounding blast. He pauses briefly, before doubling back to investigate. If it is an Autobot he would like to know who it is and what weaponry they have hiding in there that would cause such a sound.

Tarn enters slowly, glancing around the makeshift lab. Fairly impressive given what they have to work with here. After a few seconds of investigation he observes that the establishment seems to be strangely empty. But—the blast? Where did it come from, if not here? Tarn loudly clears his throat before taking another step in.