The recovery has been slow going. Tarn's fight with Megatron had (embarrassingly enough) laid him up for quite some time, practically immobilizing him and making him more dependent than he would like on his increasingly few alliances. Really the killing blow for his pride was when the younger Megatron decided to pay him a visit, resulting in loss of his badge. The empty spot on his chassis is unsettling to say the least.

Tarn has begun hobbling around the base even as his wrecked knee continues to heal, unable to stand being still for so long. His frame is littered with patches and bits of missing armor that hasn't been able to be replaced.

He hears a familiar voice call his name from just outside. Sixshot. It has been a while since Tarn has seen him; not since their initial run in. However, Tarn has found odds and ends placed next to the base's door for weeks now. Clearly, little gifts from his new friend. If he's to be honest he's a bit embarrassed for Sixshot to see him in such a state. Weak and beaten down by their old leader.

He feels obligated to answer, dragging himself up and over to the entrance.

"Yes, I'm coming."