Tarn looks down at the Autobot as he startles. Unfortunately he knows its probably more due to the fact that he wasn’t expecting someone rather than it being the leader of the DJD lying in wait in the shadows.
His mouth twists into a severe frown at the offhanded comment. It really solidifies his fears.
“I’m not looking for Megatron. It’s you who I’ve sought out today."
With lightning speed his hand flies forward, grabbing First Aid by the throat and slamming him back against the large garbage bin.
“Let’s have a talk, Autobot.” he spits the word like poison, fingers digging cruelly into neck cabling and denting delicate plating. “I’m afraid a certain degree of damage has been done to my reputation. Disrespect will not be tolerated any longer."
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His mouth twists into a severe frown at the offhanded comment. It really solidifies his fears.
“I’m not looking for Megatron. It’s you who I’ve sought out today."
With lightning speed his hand flies forward, grabbing First Aid by the throat and slamming him back against the large garbage bin.
“Let’s have a talk, Autobot.” he spits the word like poison, fingers digging cruelly into neck cabling and denting delicate plating. “I’m afraid a certain degree of damage has been done to my reputation. Disrespect will not be tolerated any longer."