Tarn and the very bad no good terrible week

[sparkwhisperer]

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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[pharma]

Pharma takes a step back and ponders how many steps Tarn would take in the time he could turn his hand into a chainsaw. Looking back up, and up to Tarn's face helps him decide against that for the time being.

"Unfortunately --" Although he sounds like it's pretty fortuitous after all. "-- It seems there aren't any haphazardly lying about. Might I suggest considering saying 'no' to the urge to transform without reason on occasion?"

Hahaha, no, that'd be too easy.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn ignores Pharma's backwards step, continuing to press forward. His eyes flare in irritation at the medic's snide comment.

"Yes, yes as you have mentioned many times before. One would think that such a brilliant mind would know not press their luck. I assure you, Pharma, that with the week I have had, I am far from being in a gaming mood."

[pharma]

Yeah, okay, Tarn's not in a good mood. So Pharma switches his hand out for his trusty chainsaw and holds it out, giving it a quick rev and rotation in warning. "If you're going to keep up that attitude, I think you can stop right there."

[sparkwhisperer]

Ignoring Pharma, he focuses in on the transformation of his hand into a bloody chainsaw.

"Well That certainly is new. What other new tricks have you learned in your absence?" By now he is almost upon the medic, backing him into a corner.

[pharma]

And Pharma just keeps moving, only aware that he's being closed in on when his back hits a wall. Frag. Panic starts to flood his system, but he manages to keep his composure for the most part as he hisses, "None that you want to see."

He might actually sound threatening if the chainsaw didn't tremble just slightly.

i am so sorry i thought i tagged this back yesterday morningg

[sparkwhisperer]

One of the things Tarn can respect about Pharma is his nearly unflappable arrogance. Even as panic consumes him when his back hits the wall, he snaps his replies.

Really the only thing that betrays his fear is the slight tremble of his chainsaw .

"Now, now," Tarn chides softly, "No need to be afraid. I merely would like to chat with you."

no problem, bruh :3

[pharma]

The tremble fades into tension as Pharma scoffs. He's not so delusional that he'll deny he's definitely mildly terrified, but Tarn's tone simply will not do.

"Yes, you're doing a fantastic job of it so far. Being all civil and non-threatening and everything."

[sparkwhisperer]

Reaching out and clapping a hand on Pharma's shoulder vent, Tarn huffs a chuckle.

"Apologies, but perhaps if you had a bit less sass a conversation might not be so trying." He takes a step back, "I believe our little deal could use a bit of revising. What do you say?"

[pharma]

It takes a great deal of self-restraint to keep from just chopping Tarn's hand off, but he wills his own hand to turn back from the chainsaw and in-vents deeply.

"You're assuming there's still a deal to 'revise'," he says, trying to reign back the attitude as much as he can and partially succeeding. There is a certain curiosity that takes place of the snark, however.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn smiles beneath his mask, tilting his head. His voice is warm and smooth; providing a deceptive air of comfort.

"Yes, yes, very well." Tarn sighs. "Assuming that you would prefer to stay in my good graces, I believe that it is only fair that we reassess your quota situation. As I understand it, t-cogs are rather scarce and you, my friend, seem to have single handedly destroyed your reputation. Unfortunately this puts up is a bit of a delicate situation. "

[pharma]

Pharma's optics narrow, lips parting for a moment -- but surprisingly, he doesn't contest Tarn's statement. Instead, he re-thinks his decision and settles on just crossing his arms and staring Tarn down with a cocked eyebrow. "Let me guess. You have a plan to correct that."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Well not entirely." Tarn chuckles, "But I do know where to start. You..." he prods a finger into Pharma's chest, right above his Autobrand , "must win your way back into the Autobot's good graces. I don't care how you do it. In the mean time I will scout possible sources for tcogs and you can simply be on call if anything comes up. Does that seem like a fair bargain to you?"

[pharma]

Pharma watches Tarn's hand, pulling himself away as much as he can and averting his gaze from his Autobrand with a shake of his head. "You assume they'll let me back in at all. Being forced to farm t-cogs for someone like you is a rather grievous offense."

The idea of asking why he should help at all comes to mind, but is immediately dismissed when he remembers who he's talking to.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn allows Pharma to pull away, dropping his hand back down to his side.

"You are a bright mech, Pharma. I'm sure you can find a way."

He takes another step back, really looking at the medic. Something had changed in him. "It may take a little while but I think with a bit of hard work it will be possible."

[pharma]

"You're willing to wait on something that may not happen?" Pharma looks back up, eyebrow raised. That's strange. The compliment is noted, both as an actual compliment and as something to soften him up. "How generous of you."

[sparkwhisperer]

"I am willing to take the risk. We don't have many options, now do we?"

Of course what Tarn leaves out is that he has Spinister in the wings, in case things go South and Pharma proves himself to be...unreliable. Can't have the medic thinking that he's expendable and wound that delicate ego of his.

"Now, do we have a deal?"

[pharma]

Pharma is a silent for a long moment, contemplative. He initially agreed because he was terrified; everything he worked for would be destroyed in seconds, and he certainly didn't want to die. That had stopped him from considering saying 'no'.

But now...

"...I'd like to propose a benefit in my favor. That outside of things relating to this agreement, you have no contact with me."

[sparkwhisperer]

"I will consider it." So pushy, Pharma.

Tarn moves to step away, accepting that at least he has a fall back medic until something can be figured out. Maybe one who's instruments aren't starting to rust.

Pharma has proven himself to useful in the past; Tarn supposes it is best to keep him under his thumb.

[pharma]

Pharma narrows his eyes just briefly. That wasn't a 'yes', so he probably can't count on his condition being upheld. That would be too much to ask for.

He averts his gaze. "Fine then."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Excellent, Pharma, I knew you would see reason."

He gives the medic a sort of condescending pat on the cheek as he walks away. He knows the small gesture will grate upon his nerves. Which, lets be honest, is most of the reason why Tarn does it.

"I have your comm frequency. Keep it clear and I will be in contact."

[pharma]

Pharma clenches a fist. As much as he doesn't want to instigate Tarn, condescending little gestures like that always made him furious. But he checks himself and holds his tongue until Tarn is at a distance away where he can mutter derisively under his breath.

What has he gotten himself into this time?