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Who: Tarn and First Aid with a guest appearance by Rampage, Tarn and Sixshot
What: Tarn has "words" with First Aid
When: a few weeks after pollen
Where: somewhere near the Autobot Medibay
Warnings: gratuitous robot violence. Seriously.

Embarrassment. It’s the only word Tarn can find to describe how he feels upon recollection of his last meeting with First Aid. The tiny Autobot had taken him firmly in hand, taking advantage of every shameful desire that he could muster; drunk with the effects of the pollen that had clogged his systems.

Worse than what the medic had seen was what he probably thinks. After how Tarn had acted, any respect or fear that First Aid had was surely long gone. And what rumors had he been spreading? Who else knew about the incident? His tanks churn at the thought.

Really, Tarn knows what he must do. The only thing keeping him contained, so far, was the thought of Megatron finding out. They had come so far, trust was just beginning to be rebuilt. Was his pride really worth shattering all that work?

Yes. It was.

Which is how Tarn found himself prowling the back alleys near the Autobot Medibay, optics scanning for a certain small red and white Autobot that he was to have words with.

Fortunately it doesn’t take him long.

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Tarn’s optics are wide with surprise. He expected a lot of things, but not death

“You can’t be serious.” he scoffs, “Be reasonable Megatron, certainly he isn’t worth all of this fuss.”

He slowly tries to shift away from the livid Decepticon, putting more space between them.

"You've ignored my wishes long before that," he merely follows Tarn with his gaze as he shifts away, the threat of his wrath still very much weighing the air.

He knows arguing the morality of the thing was pointless with Tarn. Teaching the Decepticon that his own words had power to them, and consequences for ignoring them, seemed to be the only angle left.

"My only mistake was not seeing you as a lost cause the first time you did this."

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Megatron is still situated between Tarn and the door and he’s pinned tightly in a corner unless he wants to go through his old leader.

“Come now, Megatron, those are awfully strong words I’m sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement. Lets not do anything too hasty.”

Taking a deep breath he puts his hands where Megatron can see them, attempting to appear as non-threatening as possible. He just needs to calm Megatron enough to make it to the door.

"Like what, Tarn?" His fists clench at his sides, utterly unconvinced of anything the Decepticon was spewing. "What do you possibly think could change my mind at this point?"

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"Let me go. I'll leave the base and you won't see me." He takes a step forward, optics flicking to the door.

He's sure that Megatron just needs space. He'll come around sooner or later, Tarn just needs to be patient.

He just needs to get out of this room.

"I won't come back."

"Let you go?"

He stays firmly planted where he was, unafraid of the approaching Decepticon.

"How many of your victims have you 'let go'? How many have you afforded that same mercy?"

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"None. You trained my to be thorough" Tarn doesn't back down, instead he takes a few more small steps forward, before attempting to begin edging around Megatron's murderous field.

"Be careful, Megatron, you are using me as an behavioral example. Whatever would the Autobots think?"

Megatron watches as Tarn begins to circle around him, stepping forward to meet him. The presumption brings a wrinkle of disgust to his features.

"Don't flatter yourself. We're nothing alike."

"Believe what you would like, but actions speak louder than words."

Tarn stops short as Megatron cuts him off. He is quick to tamp down a spike of anxiety. He can handle this.

"Consider carefully..."

He goes to dodge him by rounding in the opposite direction.