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Pharma made an undignified squeak. “Play?!” His mind instantly went in the worst direction—He backed up and hit the nearest wall, no longer caring for how it made him look.
“L-Listen here, I have a deal with Tarn. He assured me I wouldn’t be touched.” His optics darted around, looking for anything he could use to defend himself. He’d almost forgotten that the other DJD member was present as well, silently observing them as Kaon made his threats.
Kaon’s smile dropped “Touched?” his helm tilted like a confused innocent sparkling before a grin broke out onto his face “Pharma, you’re so dirty!”
He laughed loudly and moved forward, closing in on the medic. “I never once said we should interface” his tone turning serious “I have no need for any of Tarn’s things. I just want to have some fun, you’re not very friendly considering he saved you.” Kaon couldn’t care what Vos. If Vos wanted to join in then he would, Kaon wouldn’t make him.
Tarn was, as usual, occasionally scanning the monitors for any… unexpected arrivals—and monitoring the newest arrival, of course. Pharma’s discomfort on the ship was highly entertaining. Kaon seemed to be of the same opinion, Tarn noted wryly.
However, the medic was his, first and foremost. And, he supposed, ‘rescuing’ the mech would be a way to begin convincing Pharma of his… good intentions. Not that he had any, of course, but the less certain Pharma was of that, the better, in Tarn’s opinion.
He made his way to the medbay, the door hissing open to see Kaon approaching what looked to be a very skittish jet. Tarn leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and tilting his helm slightly.
“Now, now, Kaon. Wherever are your manners? This isn’t how we treat our esteemed guests,” he said, voice betraying his amusement, though it was laced with a hint of a threat, should Kaon not stop.
(Source: linguistic-purist)
“N…no sir! I.. wo…wouldn’t even know what counted as transgression as to …to end up on the list of the D.J.D.. I don’t even have a sygil!” He squeaked as he flattened to the wall, servos raised to either side, putting him kind of spread eagle to the wall, though he made sure his servo-tips didn’t touch the ship’s plating. He didn’t want to ‘oops’ and suddenly give them good reason to put him through Helex’s grinder.
That servo lifting his cycloptic helm had him trembling, that stance of the mech over him both frightening, and a tiny fraction arousing… too many movies portraying a dominant mech leaned in to a submissive perhaps that ingrained this response?
But the point was, he was basically a N.A.I.L. or at least, a slightly more autobot associated neutral individual… He’d assisted them a little on Cybertron before he fell through the portal.
“Sir, please, forgive me for the intrusion. O..One minute I was walking down the alleys of a town, I don’t even know which one, and the next I’ve fallen through a rip in the space-time continuum and I’m here!” He was panicking.
Tarn pulled his finger from Glitch’s chin to run the back of his hand down the side of the mech’s helm ever-so-lightly, barely touching the metal. He tsked, shaking his helm mock-ruefully as he did so. He had no real reason to threaten what appeared to be a hapless Neutral, but Tarn was hardly inclined to pass up such an entertaining opportunity when it had, quite literally, appeared right in the middle of his ship.
“Ah, but trespassing on Decepticon property is hardly in your best interests, wouldn’t you agree?” He took a step back, tilting his head and tapping the side of his mask absently with a finger, as if in thought. “Accident or not, perhaps you should be punished.”
“But first—why don’t you explain to me why, exactly, you’re so very careful not to touch my ship, hmm?”
Walking, avoiding touching anything that might be non-sentient technology, Glitch turned a corner to head down an alley, slipping into yet more shadow to keep away from watchful optics that might be out to turn him in for evasion, when suddenly there wasn’t ground beneath his feet, but a hole.
He fell through.
What lay on the other side was hard metal plating and a concussion for his poor processor. The cycloptic mech groaned and rubbed at his helm as he pushed to his pedes shakily, lifting that one orb to take in his surroundings.
“Where…. where am I?” he realized then that he was not just in some room, but on a ship… as there was a window to his side that showed nothing planetside, but rather stars and space.
“O…Oh slag… this is bad…”
Tarn’s optics narrowed as he registered the sensor data from the ship’s feeds. He’d started monitoring them more closely since the tears had appeared, and while there hadn’t been an… unexpected visitor, so to speak, in a considerable amount of time, with their planned rendezvous with the Lost Light, he wasn’t going to risk an Autobot having discovered their course.
The mech he saw on the security monitor was none he recognized, nor was there a visible Autobot symbol, but he saw no reason to take any chances. He made his way to the room that had registered the anomaly and entered as quietly as he could, approaching the mech from behind.
“Well, well, what have we here, hmm?”
Glitch had been hugging his servos to his body, trying not to touch anything in the room to spare the ship any potential damage from his ‘gift,’ so to speak, and so was pretty much left to occupy the middle… until that voice made him leap a foot away from its source and he bumped into a wall, an undignified sort of squeal leaving him.
Not only was he on a ship in outer space, but he was on the ship of the D.J.D.. Anyone would know that face, Decepticon, Auotobt, or nail. His singular optic was wide, brow ridge raised high as he nervously held out his clawed servos.
“PLEASEDON’TMELTMEDOWNORSHREDMEPLEASE!” he pleaded, knowing slagging well what this mech and his team were known for doing to mechs they didn’t care for. At least he wasn’t a Decepticon on the list… but still. He was sure they didn’t take too kindly to intruders.
Tarn chuckled in genuine amusement as the mech quite literally leaped away from him. It was always so gratifying to see someone who was truly frightened of him, and it never got old. Slowly, savoring the terror, the pleas, he stalked forward, backing the mech into a corner.
Looming over the mech, he braced himself with one hand on the wall above Glitch’s head, extending the other hand to tip his head up. He smirked behind his mask, drawing out the moment of terror before speaking.
“Now, now, whyever would I do that? You haven’t… transgressed, have you?” he asked, voice silky and laced with false menace.
Walking, avoiding touching anything that might be non-sentient technology, Glitch turned a corner to head down an alley, slipping into yet more shadow to keep away from watchful optics that might be out to turn him in for evasion, when suddenly there wasn’t ground beneath his feet, but a hole.
He fell through.
What lay on the other side was hard metal plating and a concussion for his poor processor. The cycloptic mech groaned and rubbed at his helm as he pushed to his pedes shakily, lifting that one orb to take in his surroundings.
“Where…. where am I?” he realized then that he was not just in some room, but on a ship… as there was a window to his side that showed nothing planetside, but rather stars and space.
“O…Oh slag… this is bad…”
Tarn’s optics narrowed as he registered the sensor data from the ship’s feeds. He’d started monitoring them more closely since the tears had appeared, and while there hadn’t been an… unexpected visitor, so to speak, in a considerable amount of time, with their planned rendezvous with the Lost Light, he wasn’t going to risk an Autobot having discovered their course.
The mech he saw on the security monitor was none he recognized, nor was there a visible Autobot symbol, but he saw no reason to take any chances. He made his way to the room that had registered the anomaly and entered as quietly as he could, approaching the mech from behind.
“Well, well, what have we here, hmm?”
Anonymous asked: They are loyal, I assure you, merely young and you are quite a frightening figure to even full-grown, faithful mechs. Anyway, if you don't mind me asking, have your team ever been disappointed with a kill for whatever reason?
If they are loyal, then they should be glad to hear of the Justice Division and our work—glad that we are purging the ranks of those who are disloyal. Who are you, Anonymous, to decide to shelter these mechs? The Decepticon faction has no need for the weak.
As for your question: we’re no novices, and it would hardly be fair of us to give a traitor less than the punishment he so deserves, don’t you agree? If a mech is weak and threatens to succumb before we’re finished… Well. We have methods of keeping him online.
shoddypaintwork asked: For someone who spouts all that slag about Decepticon loyalty, you seemed to have no problem with overlooking Delphi just so you could sedate that T-Cog addiction of yours.
Ah, but Ambulon—that was only a stay of execution. Delphi is mine, now, and your days of continued function are numbered.
Anonymous asked: I assure you I am not, simply curious as I have heard many tales about you and your mechs. I occasionally converse with young Decepticons and I would not want to risk frightening them through them finding out I am asking questions of the subject of their 'scary stories', so I keep my anonymity.
Anonymous, Anonymous… you disappoint me. Loyal Decepticons of any age have no need to be frightened of me. And should the Decepticons with whom you speak be disloyal—well. *chuckles* They had better get used to the idea of their impending demise.
shoddypaintwork started following you
Why, Ambulon, how lovely to see you once more. I’m afraid I’m a bit busy at present, but don’t worry—I’ll find time for you.
Anonymous asked: The strange thing is it seems to honestly work for them, but then those who have issues are given a great deal of support. Has Megatron ever removed anyone from the List?
Anonymous, Anonymous… I must admit, I’m beginning to wonder about your identity. You’re asking some very specific questions; surely you aren’t a Decepticon considering your chances of surviving treason, are you?
Let me assure you that the odds are very slim. There is no mercy once you’ve earned yourself a place on the List, and the only way to remove your name from it is to die.
