Tarns fingers expertly seek out First Aid’s vocalizer, peeling the protective plating from his protoform with ease to reveal the prize beneath. It doesn’t take much effort to crush it, leaving behind a sparking wreckage.

He leans down, mask pressed against the struggling mech’s audial.

“Ratchet can’t hear you.”

Tarn steps back, letting the stunned frame fall to the dirt before delivering a powerful kick to his chassis, sending him flying into the alley wall.

“No one can hear you.” His voice is low and deadly as he crouches down to look the medic in the face, rage blazing in his optics.