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robothell2015-01-18 07:19 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in robothell2015-01-18 07:19 pm
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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.
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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"Yes, but I know of only a few." He rests his head back against the beam, dimming his optics. "So far I have only come across three, excluding youself. There is another version of Megatron. From the past, during the beinging of the Revolution. He is still soft, but I'm sure experience will help to fix that. Then there is Dreadwing. Not Turmoil's follower, but a mech from an alternate dimension. He seems to have quite a bit of honor in him. A fine Decepticon, truly."
Tarn huffs a sigh. "And then there is a scientist named Spinister. He is..." Tarn trails off a bit, "Well he's a sort of idiot savant. Not too bright. Got himself stuck on the list. But, resourceful at the very least."
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"Another version of Megatron?" Sixshot asks somewhat lazily. They were on a weird Cybertron that wasn't their Cybertron where dead people apparently came back from being dead and people kept thinking he was 'nice'. Honestly, time travelling strangeness was just the missing ingredient at this point.
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Optics still dim, he turns to look down at Sixshot. It was nice to have a conversation with an equal. Not someone who needs babysitting, or threatening to keep going. His attempts to call his team have become less frequent, and he yearns for the company that they provided.
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He misses the look the DJD commander turns on him however, optics off and drowsing as he was. It... is the first time in a long while that he's been somewhat at ease with another Cybertronian admittedly. There were times with Black Shadow and Overlord, the rare occasions that he'd been teamed up with them, the calm before a mission. It was the quiet comfort of being with others... who would understand, even if they vastly differed in every other way.
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Tarn is the first to break the silence.
"Do you need a place to stay? I haven't much to offer, but Spinister and I have settled in a sort of temporary base of sorts. You are welcome if you find yourself in need of shelter."
Tarn doesn't expect that Sixshot will go for the suggestion, but it is only polite to extend the offer.
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He pauses to consider the offer though.
It would be nice. Maybe. To have company. To not meander aimlessly around the empty city. Maybe it'll be better than the quiet fade into obsolescence he'd resigned himself to. People to talk to instead of the perpetual, unending and numb ennui.
There's another part of him that quietly points out how his current state of mind would absolutely not be welcome. And if Tarn knew of his defection to the Reapers...
"I'll... visit."
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"Yes, he remains alive. He has proven himself to be quite useful in situations where supplies are not readily available. For how long, however, remains to be seen. One does not simply get taken off The List."
Tarn pauses, not entirely sure how to handle the concept of friendship with those outside his team.
"I, uh, will look forward to your visits then."
Awkward.
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Maybe he could die. Maybe he should. He was an obsolete weapon and a deserter to boot. What was left? His life had just been empty.
It takes a little while for Sixshot to shake off the sudden gloom enough to move. He stretches slowly as he stands up and then lowers his massive canine head down until his nose nearly bumped against Tarn's chest plate, ear nubs at reachable height. The four-legged equivalent of offering a hand to help a mech up.
"Show me where the base is?" he asks quietly.
did you wanna wrap this guy up?
"Thank you...for helping me, back there in the building." he mutters as he begins to lead the way back.
Wrap is good with me!
"... You're welcome."