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]

"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.