[ THE "DRIFT GOT HECKED UP BY TARN" CATCH-ALL POST ]

[auramatic]

Who: Drift, Rodimus, Ratchet, Megatron and whoever else wants to chime in
What: the inevitable fallout of the fucked up shit Tarn just did to Drift
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: starting a few days after Tarn beat the shit out of Drift
Warnings: a lot of sad. a lot of gay

jk i'm lazy, thread starters below

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[towardspeace]

Megatron leans forward, too, one hand gripping either side of the end of the slab. His optics are narrowed to fiery slits.

"I don't think it's my place to tell you what you ought or ought not to be proud of, Drift," he says, his voice very, deliberately, excruciatingly even. "Is there anything you want to say to me before I find Tarn and persuade him to end this idiocy?"

[auramatic]

Megatron's staring him down and maybe once, in another lifetime, Drift might have backed down to it -- but after what he's just been through with Tarn, even the renewed power in Megatron's aura doesn't make him flinch away. Maybe it would later, maybe at any other time, but not now. Now Drift just stares right back, his face slack once again.

He's silent for a moment. There's a lot he
could say -- that Megatron shouldn't have let
this happen in the first place, that if Megatron was going to wait until he'd already lost the war to have a change of heart then the least he could have done was clean up his mess before he went gallivanting off into space, however noble the quest... Drift knows those circumstances might not apply here, but nonetheless he knows Megatron didn't do anything to dissolve the Decepticon movement besides make some paltry announcement before he arrived on this Cybertron. It's not enough. Drift's not sure it'll ever be enough. He would know.

But air hisses slowly from his vents and he sits back, his expression unchanging. "No," he says, his voice quiet and flat. "No, there isn't."