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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"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 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.

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."

"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."

"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 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."

"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 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."

"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 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?

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