Tarn huffs and shakes his head, turning away from Sixshot’s palm. He doesn’t understand the blindness of his fellow Deceptions. Had they not fight the same war that he had? They are so eager to allow the power to fall into the hands of the enemy without second though. Without thinking of what might be done with that power as it inevitably becomes corrupt over time.

“We can’t be dependent upon them. The Autobots want us weak, and pliable, and at their mercy. Megatron is willing to let us get pulled under but I will not stand for it. We can deal with spinsters energon if it means being self sufficient.”

He stays stubbornly silent on the turn of evens that lead up to this point, refusing to go into detail. “I will not apologize for what I did, nor do I regret my actions. First Aid is lucky that help came when it did.”