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Characters: @tarn, Megatron Location: The Nemesis Content Warnings: TBD Plot Summary: Tarn runs into his leader (and most favorite person) while clearing his troubled mind.
It was an odd, sudden thought, but it was true. Things had been...simpler. No commanding the Grindcore, no managing restless prisoners and guards...just...leading his team. Pharma had been under his thumb, and the DJD had been free to wander.
Not that he would ever speak ill of his position now. At the direct command of his Lord. The shift to another universe had been...odd. But, it did not matter. Megatron was the same. The bot who had sparked a revolution. As long as "Peace Through Tyranny" rang as the battle cry, until the day that dream was fulfilled and even beyond, Tarn would serve.
Still...he missed simplicity. Maybe it was the fact that the List, which had been their guidance for so long, had been put on hold. But, he felt restless. His mask was reflected back at him in the viewport of the command deck. He was one of the few who could simply wander into the area and remain as he pleased. No one, save Megatron, truly had authority over him. Starscream? It was by their lord's good graces that his name had been removed from the list. He could count himself lucky as the only bot to be alive when his name was struck from it. Perhaps in this universe...Megatron would be more lenient.
The tank's shoulders were slightly hunched as he brooded, contemplating a good many things as he observed the stars beyond the viewport.
It was bad enough that the Autobots had managed to sneak onto the Nemesis without his knowing and escaped with Ratchet, but now Kaon's 'replacement prisoner' for the medic had escaped. It had been twice now that someone had escaped under Kaon's watch, and he was beginning to wonder how long it would take for the mech to use 'no optics' as an excuse.
As he angrily stormed the halls of the Nemesis, he recalled that there had been one member of the Decepticon Justice Division that had not failed him during this time: Tarn. Tarn had done an excellent job of breaking Ratchet down. He was not afraid to do whatever needed to be done in order to please his Lord.
Not once had Tarn shown up empty handed.
His stomping around came to a halt as he spotted the leader of the DJD at the command deck. Something seemed to be bothering him if nothing else, and Megatron could only assume it was either Kaon's failure or Pharma's escape. He had seen the Autobot medic in the purple mech's reports previously. With an irritated yet low growl, the tyrant moved closer to Tarn. This was not something Megatron would do for just any soldier. This was reserved only for his most loyal and trusted of allies.
As soon as the Vehicons around him stiffened and faced the door in a salute, Tarn knew who had stepped onto the command deck. He turned with all the poise someone of his stature should display, and dropped to one knee in deference. He did not rise until Megatron approached him and spoke to him.
To him, personally. His dark spark clenched in gratitude toward his leader. A fair and just leader, who punished failure swiftly and concerned himself with his loyal subordinates.
"My Lord," Tarn murmured, still facing Megatron, "I am troubled by the continued escape of our prisoners," the low timbre of his voice rang with his concern over the issue, "Failure is unlike Kaon, which is worrisome in and of itself...but the success of the Autobot scum is even more so...I fear it may cause their spirits to rise, and hope can be dangerous if left unchecked."
When he had overseen the Grindcore, he had both used and repressed hope. A little could act as a leash. Too much could cause a riot. It had to be permitted in small amounts, to make the defeat all the sweeter. If the Autobots began to believe that they could simply walk on board the Nemesis whenever they pleased...
He allowed his crimson optics to meet with Tarn's as the masked mech spoke. His concerns were in all the right places, and knew what needed to change. "See to it that Kaon receives his 'talking to' when you preform your reviews. I am all aware of how regularly you conduct them, and I will not allow him to fail me again. I have trained you all to be the fiercest of all Decepticons, and I will not have him wasting such potential."
It was true, however, that the Autobots did seem to have a sudden desire to enter their ship as they pleased. It was a habit that Megatron was prepared to see never happened again, and would only end in devastation should they attempt it again. "I would not say it is left entirely unchecked. While the Autobots squirm, I have troops scouting for their base. I am well aware of the geographical location, but not the precise coordinates." Megatron paused, but then growled. "Of course.. we do have the coordinates for the second base with the aid of Steeljaw. We wait only for the coordinates to Optimus Prime's base.. so we may launch a full scale invasion upon both at once. Destroying them both at the same time only means they cannot hide at the other base."
Tarn quickly inclined his head, resting one servo over his spark as he received the command. Yes, he would ensure that the DJD's performance became better than before, both as individuals and as a whole. They had, much to his shame, gotten too used to pursuing targets who were far weaker than them. It had been too long since they had fought Autobots, and arrogance in their abilities had surely crept in.
"As you say, it will be done, my lord."
He looked up again as Megatron spoke of his plan of attack. Admiration filled him. His leader was as cunning as he was wise. To wait, so patiently, for the opportune moment, was something a lesser bot could not do. They would strike down both bases at once, razing them, destroying them utterly so that the vermin would have nowhere to hide.
And should any escape...well. he and his team were Megatron's personal hunters.
"With your permission, I will do what I can to aid in the locating of the Prime's base. The sooner we successfully do so, the sooner you may snuff his spark and finally bring about the peace our race so desperately needs."
Peace through tyranny, with Megatron at its head. A peace four million years in the making.
Good. Tarn was going to see to it that the overall performance of the Decepticon Justice Division would improve. Hopefully the next time there was a prisoner aboard the ship, the would be staying on the ship.. and pesky Autobots wouldn't be infiltrating their warship again.
There wouldn't be a repeat of Ratchet and Pharma.
Megatron had this all planned out when it came to attacking the two Autobot bases. They absolutely needed to strike both at the same time, or else their plans would fail. They would simply run to the other base, but if they struck both at once.. there would be nowhere to hide. They could run, but they'd be caught eventually. Why play the smaller move when you could wait until the time was right to make the biggest move of all? One that would bring much more devastation in the long run.
"Very well. I am told from my troops that the base is located somewhere in a city known as Jasper, Nevada. I know not the exact coordinates, but that will give you a start. I have also sent others in search of this base, but I trust that you will apply your best efforts while also maintaining your task of locating Dreadwing."
Tarn felt a familiar excitement building in his spark. Oh yes. The traitor would be brought before their lord to face retribution. And then the Autobots would fall once and for all.
"As you command, it shall be done. I am ever yours to use as you see fit, my lord."
To think, that after so long, victory was so close at hand.
That the DJD remained ever so loyal to him after all this time, Tarn most of all. Even if they did fail him, they made every effort to ensure that the same mistake would not be repeated ever again. Of course.. they went out of their way to make sure mistakes weren't made, though Kaon might need a reminder of this. There was a reason they were essentially the scary story they told little sparks about before their berthtimes.
Megatron paused to think for a moment, remembering something else he had wanted to inquire his obedient servant about.
Megatron's query gave Tarn pause for a moment. Ah, sometimes he forgot. This universe was not their own. It was strikingly similar, but not their home. Still, Megatron was Megatron, with a vision worthy of following, no matter what universe the DJD stepped into. That was their sole purpose, after all.
Still, it sent a pang through his spark to hear that question. He turned his head toward the vis-scream, looking out into the stars beyond.
"In my own universe, it was your autobiography, written before you had achieved true greatness, my lord," he looked back to his master, "Wisdom and a clear vision of the future contained in a single volume."
Megatron certainly had not written such a thing, but what concerned him most was this 'in my universe' talk Tarn had made. This was not the first instance of this. It had started with the other troops, but now it had extended as far as his Decepticon Justice Division? If Tarn was making such allusions, then this was certainly no joke that had been passed among the Decepticons. How curious..
“I see.. A tale of a lowly miner ascending to gladiator and politician. A story of how the lowest caste viewed as nothing more than simple tools rose above their ranks.” It wasn't all that bad of an idea, honestly. Such tales would inspire those who followed him not only in the Pits of Kaon, but to this very day. Once the war finally comes to an end, perhaps it would be wise to bring such a scripture into fruition. Megatron stroked his chin, thinking further on it.
But then his thoughts twisted back to those visions he had seen during recharge. Terminus.. Tarn was about to become a very lucky Decepticon.
“Tell me, Tarn.. Do you recall Terminus? I have seen him in my recharge as of late.. speaking of being my proofreader. I do not dwell on dreams in the least, nor believe their truths to be anything more than fantasies of the processor, but even I cannot deny such a connection. I believe your claims of such an autobiography as your have never been known to lie. Was Terminus ever involved with this publication?”
Tarn was beside himself. The mighty Megatron was...confiding in him? Even in this small way? His spark flooded with joy. And such praise in the recognition of his loyalty. He had been found worthy! Fortunately, Tarn had never been the type to grovel. As it was, he inclined his head in appreciation and recognition of his lord's words.
"He was lost before the book was ever made public, but, he did have a hand in its creation, my lord. He was, as you said, the proofreader. He was also the distributer of some of your earlier political writings, working in secret to build the cause before the name Decepticon was chosen."
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