Tarn's free hand cracks against First Aid's face in a powerful backhand. The steady grip on his throat keeps the medic from going anywhere, forcing him to take the full force of it.

"Listen to me very carefully." The warning comes as a low whisper as Tarn leans in, the sharp edges of his chassis pinning first aid firmly against the unyielding metal of the waste receptacle. "It seems that a bit of reeducation is necessary." Slowly the hand holding him up begins to tighten, the already slightly dented playing crumpling easily beneath the pressure

"I have held off for so long...let myself passively stand by, because For some ludicrous reason Megatron seems to be fond of you. I will not wait by any longer. A reintroduction to fear is necessary."