In the Name of Tyranny

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Characters: @tarn, Open
Location: Out and around Jasper
Content Warnings: Tarn being Tarn
Plot Summary: Tarn realizes that there is quite a bit of Autobot activity around Jasper Nevada and follows up on it

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This was a disgusting planet. A mudball full of filthy organic creatures with their fragile flesh and easily spilled fluids. They served only as a source of mild amusement in their deaths, as watching their fluids splatter granted a sense of satisfaction. Primitive creatures who were worth less than even the lowest of traitorous genericons. The Decepticon's lip would have curled behind his mask were he in his root mode. As it was, he surveyed the distant settlement with a sense of disdain. The organics skittered about like insects in their vehicles, unaware of the possible threat on an outcropping not so far away.

Settled in Tank mode, Tarn waited and listened.

He was a hunter by nature. Or rather, that was what he had become. He took enjoyment in the thrill of it, the patient chase. He was accustomed to waiting and had no issues in doing so. Sometimes, it was required of the hunter to do so, and it always made the chase itself so much sweeter. The humans did have one saying that he took a great deal of amusement in "good things come to those who wait". In his case, good things did often come.

At the present moment, he was waiting for an Autobot to come creeping out of their hole. His lord was aware that their hidden base was somewhere close by, but, locating it had proved difficult. Even their seekers had not been able to locate it. A pity, but, then again, they were led by that traitorous fool, Starscream. One's circuits would have to be damaged for the signs not to line up. There was far too much Autobot activity in the area for them not to be located nearby. Various trackers had attempted to discover it, but, thus far, the DJD had not been deployed. How he wished his lord would give them the order to capture one of the enemy. They could have the little Autobot practically singing the location of the base after only a short application of their tender care. But, the order had not come, and so Tarn had exercised a bit of independence. After all, the traitor, Dreadwing, might have sought solace with the Autobots. Some traitors had in the past, thinking that the enemy faction could keep them safe. Tarn's plating shivered at the pleasant memories of simultaneously eliminating both the traitor and the enemy in one go. Oh, he almost hoped that Dreadwing had done so.

He checked his scanners again, lazily searching for a hint of Cybertronian activity in the town. Eventually, one of them would come out and that was when he would strike. For now, he would wait and watch and listen. He was a patient mech. He had little else to do.