Tarn slowly turns to glare at the flashy red Autobot as he scuttles down a pile of rubble, completely bewildered that he has the audacity to address Megatron in such manner.
It's not until he seems to notice him, that recognition and understanding take hold, twisting his face into something poisonous. Tarn's gaze flits back momentarily to Megatron, before he turns to slowly approach the stunned mech who so rudely interrupted his meeting with Megatron. He intends to use this moment as a test of his own. How far can he take this, he wonders, before Megatron intervenes (if he does at all).
"Yes, me. You seem upset Autobot. Am I not a face you were hoping to see?." He starts to widely circle Rodimus, taking the opportunity to look back to Megatron. "That seems to be a trending reaction today, does it not?"
Anger rises steadily despite his attempts to quash it. He can feel his impeccable control beginning to slip ever so slightly. Perhaps it was Megatron's reveal, or Rodimus's arrogant attitude, or the fact that he is trapped on some sort of alternative Cybertron surrounded by Autobots with no allies and the rest of his team mysteriously missing.
Any one of those would be a viable explaination for the rage curling in his tanks.
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Tarn slowly turns to glare at the flashy red Autobot as he scuttles down a pile of rubble, completely bewildered that he has the audacity to address Megatron in such manner.
It's not until he seems to notice him, that recognition and understanding take hold, twisting his face into something poisonous. Tarn's gaze flits back momentarily to Megatron, before he turns to slowly approach the stunned mech who so rudely interrupted his meeting with Megatron. He intends to use this moment as a test of his own. How far can he take this, he wonders, before Megatron intervenes (if he does at all).
"Yes, me. You seem upset Autobot. Am I not a face you were hoping to see?." He starts to widely circle Rodimus, taking the opportunity to look back to Megatron. "That seems to be a trending reaction today, does it not?"
Anger rises steadily despite his attempts to quash it. He can feel his impeccable control beginning to slip ever so slightly. Perhaps it was Megatron's reveal, or Rodimus's arrogant attitude, or the fact that he is trapped on some sort of alternative Cybertron surrounded by Autobots with no allies and the rest of his team mysteriously missing.
Any one of those would be a viable explaination for the rage curling in his tanks.