[Tarn knows that voice. It cuts through him as his helm jerks to attention, searching for its source. His optics are wide with shock as they settle on Ratchet’s face. His mouth drops open behind his cracked mask.]
[What does he think he’s doing? He has no business here! Tarn shifts wildly between emotions. Between relieved, and enraged, and confused.]
[He can’t even make words. His mouth snaps shut as he grits his teeth, looking back up at Megatron.]
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[What does he think he’s doing? He has no business here! Tarn shifts wildly between emotions. Between relieved, and enraged, and confused.]
[He can’t even make words. His mouth snaps shut as he grits his teeth, looking back up at Megatron.]