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She could see it now, the resemblance. Looking upon Tarn was like looking back on what Megatron had been, all those many years ago. But, for a black pit where charity and mercy went off to die, he was unusually cordial. She enjoyed listening to him speak, as if it resonated with something in her own spark. Hypnos could only take the nervous prattling of Playback for so long it seemed.
Hypnos' unblinking eye refocused itself twice after she processed his question. It was a subtle facial twitch, but to any observant pair of optics she may as well have been scowling with a most personal hatred.
"I was widely known under my former name. For the Institute to exploit my power to its fullest extent, the person I was before had to be put to rest."
"I was referred to as nothing. I sat in silence for decades, wired up to the Rodion municipal network, nameless."
"It was the HYPNOS Facility, where I was imprisoned. Every day, that word would be the only thing I looked at, written across the wall in front of me."
The plates on the side of her head adjusted briefly, allowing her to contemplate her next words carefully before proceeding.
"It was there that I first encountered Megatron, before he was... Megatron. We spoke, and he convinced me to take the 'name' my oppressors had strung up in front of me, so that it might echo in their audials as I forced them to turn on each other."
"Besides, if I told you my former name, you might be so inclined as to ask for an autograph."
Tarn had been called many things in his life, things both flattering and insulting. He rarely listened to either, unless the words came from his master. But, there was one term that was meant as an insult that amused him more than anything: sparkless. Due to his devotion to the cause and ability to cut himself off from such things as mercy, it had been assumed that the part of his spark that one might also refer to as the soul was gone, snuffed out by the sheer amount of energon on his servos.
That was incorrect. He was a sadist, he would freely admit, but he did not lack a spark. Far from it. Listening to Hypnos' story, he felt a pang of empathy. Oh, yes, he could feel sympathy and empathy. He could even feel compassion. His strength lay in his ability to consciously choose not to act on such things.
He inclined his head solemnly, in silent agreement with her description of their leader. Megatron was a force in his own right, both with words and on the field of battle. Truly awe-inspiring. Dark approval flooded him as she finished sharing her memory with him.
"I see, now. An ironic fate for your former captors. A very nice touch added to your vengeance," he rumbled, "As ever, our lord astounds me. I will lay my curiosity of your former self to rest, then. To be named by Megatron is something that only a handful of us have had the fortune to experience, an I am glad to have found another loyal Decepticon upon whom this honor was bestowed."
Beneath his mask, he smiled, the movement causing the plating around his optics to shift.
"It is a travesty that we did not meet sooner. Until now, I had not met anyone in our ranks who shared my enjoyment of the finer things. Or who wielded a power so similar to my own."
Though he may not have been stating it directly, Hypnos did feel an odd alignment between the two of them. They both shared a similar purpose, taste, disposition and reputation; she was profoundly grateful that Playback was not around to make some sort of odd connection between the two. She also quietly dreaded the fact that she wasn't aware of just where he was, and that the little blue minibot could very realistically disrupt this conversation.
"I would wager there are a few reasons for that. Most Decepticons would never dream of wanting to cross Tarn of the DJD. Most Decepticons lack the forced-loyalty subroutines I possess, also; I couldn't betray the cause even if I wanted to."
Hypnos paused, making a brief comparison.
"In a way, I suppose I envy you. To be able to use your gift unburdened, unrestricted. How I long for the days of singing whole battalions of Autobots to death, deafening their officers, and pulling their secrets from the mouths of their scouts..." Unknowingly, Hypnos's tone had started to drift into a much softer sound. There was bliss in reminiscing, after all.
"Did someone say 'pulling secrets out of'-" Playback began, having conveniently stepped in the room at the opportune moment. His comment was suddenly cut off as Hypnos turned her whole body to face the minicon in question, eye turning a harsh shade of red, hackles raised and talons out.
In the most horrifying voice imaginable, Hypnos practically scorched Playback for interrupting her nice little chat.
"I WILL WRAP MYSELF AROUND YOUR TERROR AND FEAST UPON IT."
Before Hypnos even finished her threat, Playback turned to run screaming out the way he came in.
Straightening herself out after her little outburst, Hypnos faced Tarn once more.
"I apologize. For his interruption, but not for that."
Tarn's response to her assertion that few would dare cross him came in the form of a burst of pride. He and his men could practically live by reputation alone as it was. He knew he wasn't the only member of his team to take pleasure in watching the Decepticons around them quail as they passed, serving as living reminders of what happened to those who betrayed the cause. Or invoked the wrath of Megatron.
It also pleased him that Hypnos was continuously loyal. Though he believed that loyalty by choice was more powerful, he could certainly appreciate the use of subroutines. In this case, they meant that this intriguing individual would not soon be leaving his vicinity.
"That is good to hear. I daresay such loyalty would inspire trustworthiness, and that is a hard thing to come by among our ranks."
As loyal as he was to their cause, he was not blind to the sort of backstabbing individuals who made up their ranks. Not just the genericons, either, but their officers as well. A dark thought was aimed at Starscream for his traitorous tendencies before Hypnos again distracted him.
What a sight she must have been in the heyday of the war. Perhaps she could be again. With a voice like that...
The sudden presence of another caused him to tense. His casual stance stiffened and his arms slid from their relaxed position over his chassis. Prompts flooded his HUD, now-familiar suggestions to divert power to his double fusion cannon. He was a soldier and, so, rather than being surprised, he acted, taking instinctive precautions despite being in the middle of a Decepticon warship.
Any further action he may have taken was stopped by Hypnos. He watched in fascination as she turned the power of her voice upon the intruder, a minicon, it seemed. Her display was enough to send the smaller being fleeing the room in terror, much to Tarn's amusement. The sadist in him smiled. Now that was entertaining.
"Think nothing of it. I assume he was your partner?"
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