Tarn (
sparkwhisperer) wrote in
robothell2015-11-30 07:54 pm
the shit train just keeps rolling
Who: Tarn and 'Friends'
What: post-'execution' drama
When: immediately after Tarn's shitty life is spared
Where: D-con base/ Medibay
Warnings: Tarn yells.
Starters inside
What: post-'execution' drama
When: immediately after Tarn's shitty life is spared
Where: D-con base/ Medibay
Warnings: Tarn yells.
Starters inside
For Ratchet :)
Tarn feels sick, his entire body is practically vibrating with battery suppressed emotion, his mind on the very brink of breakdown. Never before has he ever experienced anger particularly like this. An anger so deadly and ugly, that he barely feels within himself at all. The pain shooting up his leg from his bleeding and sparking knee only exacerbates it.
There is no hesitation as he bursts through the medibay doors, eyes blazing wildly.
“Ratchet!” He roars, staggering toward the medic, his attention lingering briefly on Ambulon as he backs himself up against an unconscious First Aid’s medical berth.
“I will have words with you, now.”
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For Spinister
He knocks, but doesn’t bother to wait for the scientist to answer before letting himself in.
“There’s been a change of plans, I’m afraid.” His tone is short and somehow off.
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for Grandpa Galvatron
Tarn's helm falls back against the rock with a dull thunk. He should just give up. What else does he truly have to live for.
He curls away away from the world, hoping no one will find him. He just needs to rest.
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