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Characters: @tarn , @vos , @helex , @kaon , Megatron (?), @nickel , @tesarus Location: The Peaceful Tyranny, docked to the Nemesis Content Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Psychopathy Plot Summary: The DJD meet together as a team to discuss their approach to the traitors and Autobots on Earth
The Peaceful Tyranny sat cocked to the Nemesis, floating side by side in space for the time being. When the DJD set out to go about their business, they would take their home with them.
Tarn waited in what he had named as the conference room. When they weren't all going to squeeze into his office to discuss business, it would take place here, around a large table. Though, more often than not, they simply did so on the move. Today, he was feeling a certain need for the formality, hence why his summons had included this particular location.
He sat comfortably in his seat, a formal set of orders contained on a datapad before him. These orders had come from Lord Megatron himself, and Tarn planned to do this right.
Kaon himself seemed to settle in a chair; to some it seemed like an ironic statement but for him it was a simple pleasure given that he was usually the seat to some unlucky traitor. His face seemed eerie and emotionless on the surface--a poker face, of sorts--but beneath it mixed emotions of excitement, anxiety, and anger bubbled and broiled.
Faint crackles of electricity would dance along his tesla coils; they almost seemed to hum the haunting refrain to the Empyrean Suite without a conscious effort on his part. He gave a faint click of his glossa, hardly perceptible unless you knew why he used it. Tarn was at his usual position in the room, and the others were coming soon.
The Pet was slow to arrive into the room, having sniffed for its master. It sat at attention, rather than seeming to beg for attention. It knew this was something important. Kaon didn't seem to turn frigid unless it was something extremely important.
Vos crept into the room, wraithlike and silent in his movements. He slipped around the edge of the room, not too long after the Pet did. He immediately sensed the atmosphere projected by his fellows. Tarn formal and yet relaxed in that way only those used to power could be. Kaon frigidly cold and stiff.
The smallest member of the DJD pulled himself up into a seat that was, to be honest, too large for him. Being as slight as he was, and the chairs being made to accommodate afts of most sizes, it dwarfed his. His legs dangled as he fully seated himself and, so, he drew his knees up, folding in on himself. Rather than diminishing him, however, this action made him look more like a loaded spring, ready to pounce.
His red optics slid to Kaon, who he had seated himself closest to. Then to Tarn, whose optics were thoughtfully dimmed. Then to the pet. While Vos operated in silence, being rather stealthy, he didn't particularly like sitting in it.
"...I would have thought you would be tired of that song by now," he said quietly to the mech beside him, his sharp audials picking up the tell-tale refrain within the humming of Kaon's coils.
How could he not? When Tarn played it so constantly.
He knew that Tarn would likely misconstrue what he'd said, as he always did, but, Kaon truly understood his lingual preference. Thank Primus.
Helex went down the hallway of the Peaceful Tyranny towards the conference room in response to Tarn's summons. Why the conference room? It was in an unused corner of the ship, and if it weren't for Nickel fussing all over the place, it would have been caked in space dust by now. They usually had planning sessions in the bridge, if at all. Helex just interpreted every order as "stuff victim in chest" anyway.
The door to the conference room slid open and Helex walked inside. Scrap. His cannons caught on the doorway again. Even though the Peaceful Tyranny was quite large, the doorways have been quite small when compared with a bot his size. He ducked and squeezed through. Being the largest bot on the team did have its disadvantages, though Tess, being ever so slightly shorter than him, also faced the same problems.
Helex went over to the far side and sat down opposite to Kaon, leaving Tess opposite Vos when he arrived. The silence was uncomfortable, so Helex spoke up. "So Tarn, why are we using this room?"
Ordinarily, Nickel would reside herself to listening to the meetings her fellow DJD members had while she made sure all of them were in working shape. Or, if the ship was actually being maintained in relatively decent shape. If the ship started falling apart or its crew then they would hardly be much of a death squad. At least, in her optics they wouldn't be. It was why she made such a fuss, mostly for the fact all the things that could go medically wrong in such hunts. And don't even get her started on the upgrades and changes to their forms they had gone through over the years.
But, the smallest of the crew made her way to the rarely, if ever, used conference room. Perhaps it was not particularly her area of concern, but Nickel still felt it was best she was there whenever formality was required. Although, this formality was also rarely considered since they often did things on the move. That had changed as of late due to summons from the head boss himself, Lord Megatron. Nickel herself had never met the imposing silver mech, but she had heard much from the stories those under her care had told her during her first time joining them. And she would be lying if she didn't hold some curiosity if Megatron himself would be joining them.
Skating up to the door, Nickel quietly peered in, finding Tarn, Kaon, The Pet, Vos, and Helex already there. But Tess was presently absent. 'Probably being lazy again.' She thought with a quiet sigh. But, she could be wrong for once. Maybe. Still, the minicon moved into the room, her wheeled feet somewhat breaking the unsettling silence of the room as she took a seat at the table, closest to Vos and Kaon, hauling herself into a chair.
Unable to help herself, she gave her usual scrutinizing scan of the four members present, her bright blue optics scanning for signs of necessary maintenance or cleanings they might need. And also getting a real feel for the mood. It was rather...eerie, even for them. A mix of relaxed, cold, and tense, especially from the likes of Kaon, who she couldn't help letting her gaze linger on. But, she soon moved her gaze back towards Tarn who seemed deep in thought, her gaze now turning to one of curiosity and wonder to what this was all about as well, Helex's question and the subtle humming of Kaon's tesla coils being the only sounds breaking the silence.
It truly impressed Megatron, the fact that Tarn had gathered the entirety of the Decepticon Justice Division. It showed his devotion to completing any and all of the tyrant's wishes, and was dead set on tracking down Dreadwing and any other that had strayed from the cause.
This had been the first time the crimson opticked mech had stepped onto the Peaceful Tyranny.. honestly surprised by the cleanliness of the ship. With only five mechs and a rabid sparkeater pet, he had had his expectations low. He had seen in the reports that they had acquired a Mini-Con medic, though he had paid her no mind. If she cared for them adequately, then it was no business of his.. provided she did not get in their way. Of course, he trusted that they could handle the situation should it arise. That was what he had trained his DJD to do, after all.
Heavy pedfalls would be heard outside of the conference room as Megatron arrived, gazing into the room at his loyal and devoted followers as well as the one who could only have been their medic. He had not expected her to be pulled into this meeting, however one face did remain missing: Tesarus.
Megatron stepped into the room, but did not take a seat. He would stand for this meeting, but would let Tarn lead it primarily. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but rather he wanted to see Tarn's leadership with his own optics.
Tarn was aware of the arrival of his fellows, though, he did not acknowledge them beyond a nod. He heard Vos murmur to Kaon, the crackling of the latter's coils, Helex's entry, followed by Nickel's. And through it all, he remained in introspection, a great many things running through his processor.
It was not until Helex addressed him that he looked up. He appreciated the break in the silence. Though he did not find it uncomfortable, the voicing of the question demonstrated just how much camaraderie there was among the DJD. There was no oppressive need to remain quiet out of fear of repercussion. Though, their change from their usual location was odd for them. They were usually more informal than this in the giving of orders.
He cocked his head, relaxing slightly.
"Because, Helex, these orders are rather...special. And because we will be having an equally special guest."
As if on cue, Megatron's heavy pedefalls heralded his arrival. Tarn looked up, rising smoothly from his seat in respect as his leader entered the room. He bowed at the waist, bending his head in deference.
"My Lord Megatron. We are truly honored by your presence."
He did not return to his seat until Megatron gave him permission to begin. It did not escape his notice that his lord remained standing, giving Tarn the power at the table. He would observe, as Tarn did his own men. It warmed his cruel spark to know that his lord was taking the time to do so, to follow systematic protocol.
"By your leave," he murmured in response, returning to his seat and retrieving his datapad, "Kaon, Vos, Helex, Nickel, thank you for attending. Tesarus has been notified and should arrive soon. We will continue without him for now."
A few taps of the datapad.
"I am sending to you a file containing our recent orders. As you know, we do not usually deviate from the List, but, this individual requires our special attention, by our Lord Megatron's orders. Please, review the file at your leisure."
He sent it, directly to each of those present. All the information he'd been given on Dreadwing and his last known whereabouts.
"Our mission is retrieval, not punishment. That will come later, at our lord's discretion."
Kaon's audial tilted toward Vos. Tired of the song. Yes. He was pretty tired of it but at this point it was already ingrained into his mind so that his idle moments of humming his teslas the tune seemed to come up in an almost stupidly automatic way. To be frank, it was at least Cybertronian music and not that annoying earth music that the red medic insisted on blaring. Honestly, what was even that 'born naked and the rest is drag' song?
"Oh, I am. I am but at this rate my coils do it on their own. I mean, at least it isn't the...eugh...Earthling garbage." He seemed to wrinkle his olfactory receptor and his denta bared sharply. He really did think that the Earth music was GARBAGE. Pure. And utter. Garbage.
He seemed to flinch subtly for a moment at hearing other voices. Helex for sure. Though the question wasn't exactly a bad question. What were they using the conference room for? After all, it was pretty much DEAD and UNDERUSED. Usually he ended up slipping in here with a metal curly straw to siphon some electricity of the room.
When his file arrived, he seemed to ping it into his audial already to be able to review the file when he could. The others would literally be viewing it. He had to go by electrical impulses, or if he could, by listening to a mental recording of it. He didn't need optics for files.
"Of course. I presume there is more at stake than just a traitor at this juncture?" He leaned in curiously. The Pet curled around his pedes curiously pricking up at his master's speech.
Vos had no mouth with which to smirk, but, his optics did squint just slightly in amusement. He was all too aware of Kaon's disdain for the music of the organic planet below them. Especially since a resident medic seemed so keen on subjecting the rest of them to it.
His attention was diverted by the entrance of the others. He swiveled his gaze toward them, red optics glittering in dull curiosity. He remained quiet and small as the meeting began, which wasn't out of the ordinary. Even when he received the file, he did not move, remaining fixed on the proceedings. The barest flicker of his optics as they flashed from speaker to speaker was the only hint of motion from the spindly bot.
Helex didn't understand what the others had against Earth music. Though him sending Never Gonna Give You Up to everyone whenever they requested a recording probably didn't help. He knew Tess was going to take it as a declaration of war.
Once their lord Megatron came in though, a plan popped into Helex's mind. Megatron wasn't familiar with their new member, he assumed, so pretending Nickel was the new Tess could be a fun...
"Kaon, Vos, Helex, Nickel, thank you for attending," Helex heard Tarn say. "Tesarus has been notified and should arrive soon. We will continue without him for now."
The walking smelter sighed internally. Much as he liked his leader, he had the annoying habit of interrupting his pranks at just the right moment.
He read the file as soon as Tarn sent it to him. He could have sent a rickroll to Kaon, saying he turned it into audio for him, but it was business mode for now.
So Dreadwing, huh? Megatron does like getting his traitorous high-ranking officers back unharmed. He wondered if that was the correct line of action, but he mentally berated himself. Megatron was never wrong.
Once Megatron had entered, Nickel’s stern look became one of curiosity as she turned to look at the tyrant. There in person for the first time before her own optics was indeed the silver mech Tarn had held in such high regard. And he hadn’t been exaggerating. Megatron appeared as powerful and fierce as described to her, having a commanding and powerful presence just from his place in the corner. He was probably one of the few who could single handedly hold his own against his own DJD, a thought that stirred a vague feeling of disappointment and sadness in her out of no where.
‘Sure it’s nothing, just a simple thought.’ The minicon thought, mentally shaking such feelings off before she turned her full attention back to the others as they spoke. Tarn addressed Helex’s question first, taking out her data pad the moment it gave a small buzz, alerting her that she had gotten the file as well.
Scanning over the file, Nickel scrolled through and skimmed the information. Dreadwing certainly was going to be a tough one, probably one of the best fighters she had seen in a while on The List and it appeared someone of more honorable inclinations than seen among most of the Decepticon forces. Once deeply loyal as Tarn to being of the upmost priority of the DJD. With good reason. And all the more reason Nickel had to be worried.
She knew the group she had come to consider her adoptive family were excellent at what they did, personally trained by Megatron himself after all. But she had been reading and listening here and there, hearing about not only Decepticons of interest running about but also high profile Autobots that could become a growing concern. Once more, Nickel’s face had turned to one of sternness and seriousness, one that could easily put the fear of Primus in the sparks of even a death squad of the Decepticons. Only because she knew exactly what the concern was aside from following Megatron’s orders to the letter.
“If high profile targets are going to be the concern for our duration of being here, all of you are getting regular check-ups, not this occasional basis crap.” Nickel spoke after Kaon had asked his question. “Every few days; when you’re back from a patrol, handling a mission, or just doing work, check-ups on a constant basis. I’ll be damned if I let any of you go capturing and torturing functioning no better than a helper drone.” Nickel’s tone was calm but dismissive, making it clear their missions were important and so was their health if they hoped to be at the top of their hunting game.
Naturally it had been Tarn who was the first to react to Megatron entering the room. He always had been the one to show the most loyalty to the cause, even so much as to wear that ridiculous mask shaped like the Decepticon insignia.
"Sit."
Megatron stared the others down, servos folded behind his back as the meeting quickly began. Tarn sent datafiles to the other members of the DJD, a file that contained all the information they would need to know about Dreadwing and his betrayal. His theft of the Forge of Solus Prime would also be included with those files, as well as Megatron's demand for him to be captured alive. This had only been the second time he had personally requested a name be moved up in their list.
However, Nickel had managed to catch the tyrant's attention as she suddenly spoke her mind. At first he was infuriated that she had done so, and yet.. a part of him was also impressed that such a small femme dared to talk to his Decepticon Justice Division in such a way. There was truth in her words, however.. that they would need to be at the top of their game at all times.
Crimson optics glared in Kaon's direction when asked what was at stake. "Dreadwing not only turned traitor, but also stole from us one of the most powerful relics known to us: the Forge of Solus Prime. It is said that Solus Prime herself used this hammer to create weaponry, but only in the hands of a Prime. Should Optimus gain such a powerful asset, the Autobots will become a larger threat." Megatron then took a step, optics trained on his group. "However, what they do not know is that I have assembled the entirety of my Decepticon Justice Division. My executioners, though not just for the sake of removing those who would stand in our way, but to also execute my vision; Our vision of a Cybertron that should have been."
Tarn glanced about the table as each member received their document. Good. This would be done quickly and efficiently at this rate. And then they could begin hunting. His optics snapped to Kaon and he poised to answer. Then, Megatron stepped in. Immediately, the DJD’s leader settled back, the intervention of his lord taking precedence over what he might have said. As the warlord finished speaking, Tarn inclined his head in deference. This was the role he prided himself in. He was the leader of the executioners. The righteous hand of justice. That someone would dare to betray Megatron and take such a weapon…he’d thought Dreadwing to be a mech of honor, and that was dangerous. Honor sometimes turned to weakness.
“As you say, my lord,” he said by way of reply, “We will retrieve Dreadwing so that he may face justice for his betrayal and return the Forge to your vaults, far out of the grasp of the Prime,” derision practically crawled over the title as he spoke it.
The large mech’s attention was then gained by Nickel. A sort of exasperated affection rose in his spark. Ever fearless, even in the presence of their lord. Still, she spoke wisdom, and she was as loyal as any of them.
He nodded in response to her directives.
“She is right,” he addressed the team, “If we are to act at full capacity, we must be in peak physical condition. Dreadwing will not be an easy target. He is crafty, and did not hold his rank without cause. I will raise our health standards, putting emphasis on more regular checkups. This won’t be a genericon fleeing in terror. We will face this foe with such power that he realizes too late the mistake he has made.”
There was no hiding the dampened excitement humming in Tarn’s field. This was to be a promising hunt. He may have seen himself as a refined mech, but, he was also, as Nickel said, a ‘killing machine’. He liked the hunt and what it brought.
Still, he didn’t miss the way Vos deflated just slightly at the order for more emphasis on healthcare. The small mech always did try to worm his way out of checkups.
Kaon himself spoke with a soft tone but a strong sense of conviction. "Indeed. This will not be a repeated failure on my part after the medics." He was still nursing a sore spot as far as it was concerned about the two who had escaped despite his efforts. At least he had made sure that Pharma would be easy prey when he was spotted again.
Kaon vented. "...If I have to have checkups, the Pet does too. After all, if he's not in condition, I can't be at full strength as his handler, yes?" He would damn well drag the Pet in on HIS own examinations.
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