robothell | Tarn and the very bad no good terrible week

Who: Tarn and Drift and Tarn and You
Where: The city center
When: A few days after the Rodimus incident
What: Tarn has an unfortunate run in with some new friends
Warnings: Tarn. Violence to come

Tarn has had bad days before. Occasionally his latest victim would get a good punch in, perhaps they were particularly good at eluding himself and his team, or they managed to temporarily escape. Maybe the pet decided to gnaw on a particularly important set of data pads. Or Vos decided to poach parts from one of the cleaning drones. Again.

Any of that is a walk in the park compared to the viciously terrible week Tarn has had. So far he has been transported to an alternate Cybertron without his consent. He has been harassed by Autobots, burned, shot at, disrespected,; but really, the proverbial cherry on top of the whole mess, was the incident with Megatron. The founder of the Decepticons, the mech he has sacrificed his identity, his name, his very life to serving, turned traitorous. Betraying his own faction and trading his own badge for an Autobrand. Honestly, Tarn is having a difficult time even wrapping his mind around the whole thing. One thing is for certain though...he is angry and on the hunt for someone to take his aggression out on.

He has been prowling the city ruins for hours, stopping every few minutes to transform a few times, just to take the edge off. He can feel his T-cog grinding more and more with every transformation. He is familiar with the sensation and the knowledge that the cog probably wont last him the month only adds to his every growing ire.

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A few steps is really all that's needed. Bee swerves to move by, clearly. Though he'd be a fool not to notice the wonderful Decepticon brand. Then there's the face... Or lack of one. There aren't many Cons that'd be that bold. The ones that are?

Well let's just say that there's a good reason that Bee is kicking it in reverse. No one wants to be around that much of an extremist.

Finally, the appropriate reaction to seeing the Leader of the Decepticon Justice Division. Tarn watches with barely suppressed malicious glee as the mech makes a hasty retreat.

He transforms and takes pursuit, ignoring his aching t-cog.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"Oh you know how it is... I completely forgot to turn the stove off before I left."

Ha ha. Human sayings. Apparently it doesn't matter how much trouble he could be in here. Bee has to make some sort of snappy comment. What the little Autobot hopes for is that he can lose the big guy in all of the rubble, thus he darts this way and that.

With his yellow frame? Probably harder than it is normally going to be.

The...stove? Tarn has no idea what that is supposed to mean but he continues his pursuit regardless of his misunderstanding of human colloquialisms . The bright color of his frame certainly is useful for keeping track of the little car.

Tarn charges his turrets, shooting a plasma round at what he has now come to consider his prey.

"Yes, better run on home and take care of that 'stove' of yours."

That shot sort of cements the idea that flight is indeed better than fight. For the moment, until he can slip away and get some sort of advantage, he's going to keep his tires to the ground. Banking a hard right, he doesn't intend to get caught easily.

"Well technically speaking, home doesn't exist right?" Ah, what a weakness for banter. "So no running home, but who wouldn't be with a Con your size chasing after them?"

"Yes, who wouldn't run; especially with the DJD on their tail."

He looses another shot, just barely missing Bumblebee, sending a pile of rubble flying.

"I warn you, I am not one to give up easily."

Hearing that certainly makes his lines run cold. Decepticon Justice Division... That's the one thing that both Autobots and Decepticons alike have nightmares about.

"Megatron, probably. Shouldn't you be going after him instead? I hear he's looking pretty good in red these days."

That's probably not the smartest of comebacks - especially when he's nearly pulled into a spin to avoid the falling rubble. Talk about being trapped between a literal rock and a hard places.

"How dare you." Tarn growls in anger, shooting off three more shots in rapid succession.The third shot just barely misses, but it sends a shower of debris upon the small car. He can barely see past the blinding rage that grips his spark. This mech knows nothing. "You have no right."

He is sore enough about the situation as is, the last thing he needs is this pathetic tiny bot, rubbing it in his face.

"And for your information, I intend to. One must wait for the correct time, however."

All good things must come to an end, right? The slight shower of debris isn't something he can dodge, unlike the shots being fired. Bee decides that perhaps the best way to escape is to tackle the problem head on... By playing chicken. It's also easier to dodge when he can see it coming, right?

"I have every right."

It's his badge Megatron wears, but he doesn't say that. Instead he thinks he's going to warn the former warlord about this potential threat - not that Megatron isn't likely aware already. "I'm more personally involved than you might think."

Bee's angle? Get Tarn good and mad. Distracted. Please, keep firing off rounds and kicking up debris and dust. It might give Bumblebee enough cover to slip away.

What the pit is that supposed to mean?

"Who are you?" Tarn growls, shooting off another round. It grazes bumblebees fender just slightly. "Identify yourself Immediately!."

To Bee's credit, his plan seems to be working.

"Maybe you should ask old man Megs about that badge a little more closely," Bumblebee snaps back.

Fat chance he's actually going to reply to Tarn. What he's doing and saying is definitely a death sentence. Giving out his name? That's torture before the merciful spark snuffing.

It's much easier to swerve to dodge the incoming rounds. He feels the one on his fender and a few more that graze by. Scratches. That's all. He's had worse. When Bee is close enough? That has the little Autobot banking hard out of the way. His tires kick up more dust and debris, hopefully playing a little havoc on Tarn's sensors.

A cloud of dust, flies back at Tarn as Bumblebee swerves and dodges. Agility is not his strong point and unfortunately it is coming back to bite him.

He just momentarily loses sight of his prey as he enters the cloud of debris. Really it is all downhill from here as he pursues blindly.

It really is for Tarn. Bumblebee is built for this. Tarn is likely to find this out as Bee has to kind of rub salt in the wound. How? By taking an actual shot at Tarn before fleeing. No, it's not really going to do damage. Maybe a scratch or a scorch mark...

Bumblebee is just giving the guy a parting gift.

Caught and disoriented in the cloud of dust, Tarn feels the hit of a round bury itself into his plating, right above his Decepticon badge. A superficial wound, but enough to shock Tarn into transforming back into his root mode.

Stumbling into the dirt, he tries to gain his barrings. He Howls in rage and twists, trying to locate the little yellow car. But it's gone.

Tarn and the very bad no good terrible week

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