the shit train just keeps rolling

[sparkwhisperer]

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

Comments

[triggerhappycopter]

"Well." Should have figured everything out before you went and screwed yourself over, buddy. It was like talking to a damn rookie, but he gets the feeling that Tarn had pretty much always had his way just through sheer terror and brute force.

There's a very strong urge to roll his optics right about now. Fortunately, Spin's got a laser scalpel in his hand and you don't take your eyes off of laser scalpels.

"Here's my plan," the heli says instead, cutting off pieces of fractured and warped metal. "There's a rusted out building a few kilometers away from the city at [coordinates]. You go there, you make sure the thing's not about to collapse, and then you set up camp and sit tight until I can meet up with you with better supplies."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn glares over at Spinister as he begins to take control of the situation. Tarn wants to be angry but in his core he is relieved to have some kind of plan; to not have to think. He takes a moment to watch as the medic strips the plating from his knee.

He swallows his pride, returning to his attention to the high grade.

"I'll be there. When can I expect you to be along?"

[triggerhappycopter]

"Gimme four hours." There wasn't a lot to pack, but it was good to be thorough. "Radio me if something happens. My freq is [number]."

He glances up at Tarn before looking back down and switching out the scalpel for the welder.

"Anything you don't get?"

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn is silent for a long moment, watching Spinister work.

"You've been plenty clear. I'll be at the coordinates after I attend to my business."

He would never admit it to the heli, but Tarn finds himself thankful that he doesn't have to handle this alone. Of anyone who he could possibly have accompany him to the wastes, Spinister is by far the most useful.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Pack. First." Spinister doesn't know what 'business' Tarn had still. He hopes it's just chatting with Helex. "If Megatron changes his mind about how much time you've got, at least you've got your stuff."

He finishes welding the last temporary support into place, does a brief visual check and then starts gathering his stuff.

"Remember, try to keep your weight off of it," the heli repeats, shutting his toolbox. "We're already going to have a lot of work to do and I don't need to spend a week fixing it up if you mangle it again."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn is barely listening to him as he tests the supports welded to his knee, before trying to ease himself off of the chair. He makes a vague noise of acknowledgement to Spinister's concerns but generally brushes them aside(Sorry in advance Spin). As he gets to his feet he immediately shifts to his good leg, stopping to finish the bottle of High Grade before turning to leave.

He stops halfway to the door, turning to address Spinister.

"Thank you for your assistance. I will see you in a few hours at the agreed coordinates."

[triggerhappycopter]

Spinister watches Tarn go, scowling darkly. He's only got so much time before the other Decepticons would notice him packing however and he'd really rather not deal with having to answer any questions.