[Tarn loses his balance as Sixshot pulls back on his bound arms, falling back on his aft with his legs sprawled in front of him.]
[His tanks churn with barely suppressed panic as Ratchets hand falls away from the axe. Of all the ways to die, Tarn would have never guessed that this would be his. He tries to scoot away from Megatron but ends up backing himself against Sixshot's legs.]
[He looks up at his old lover, Searching his optics for a moment before locking onto Megatron. If he is to die, he will do so without cowering.]
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[His tanks churn with barely suppressed panic as Ratchets hand falls away from the axe. Of all the ways to die, Tarn would have never guessed that this would be his. He tries to scoot away from Megatron but ends up backing himself against Sixshot's legs.]
[He looks up at his old lover, Searching his optics for a moment before locking onto Megatron. If he is to die, he will do so without cowering.]