Status Quo

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“Your generosity knows no bounds, Lord Megatron,” Tarn uttered reverently as Megatron excused his earlier behavior. Tarn cursed himself for it. Why had he done something so foolish? By rights, Megatron had every reason to exterminate him. Lifting his head, crimson optics regarded the Decepticon warlord with the warmth that stemmed from complete and utter loyalty. He knew why his master had chosen to spare him. He would continue to strive to live up to that expectation.

Rising to his feet slowly so as not to offend, Tarn waited as Megatron considered his other request. Ah. Yes, his hastily delivered excuse. He ought to provide something more substantial. Fortunately, there were matters that required Lord Megatron’s attentions.

Optics flicked toward a voice as they spoke up. Knock-Out. The doctor. Tarn regarded him coldly as he reiterated Megatron’s earlier point. The warmth soon returned to his demeanor as he shook off the last remaining vestiges of his folly.

“Indeed,” Tarn said pleasantly with a nod to Knock-Out before returning his gaze to Megatron, stepping forward and drawing out a datapad. “These documents require your attention, Lord Megatron.”

Handing off the datapad, Tarn retreated a respectful distance and bowed his head. “Of course, you may peruse them at your leisure.” Tarn’s optics wandered briefly to observe the other occupants of the bridge. Ah, Kaon was here. He hadn’t noticed that at first. As well as…ah, Lightspeed. Unfortunate that she had to witness his slight lapse in decorum.

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Kaon remained silent, deathly so, like an eerie electrical sentinel manning his position. Hearing Megatron's mercy and generosity, he bowed his helm in a sort of reference to Megatron. A fleeting smile graced his features, and as quick as it appeared, it was gone once more. That was often how his smiles were on the battlefield.

An unfamiliar voice had raised itself and he fought the reflexive urge to send the Pet after the source of the voice. His countenance grew stony and frigid, and he tapped the command along the chain again. W-a-t-c-h. The Pet was, after all, his optics in a sense. He trusted that the Pet would know to attack if someone made the wrong move.

"Pardon the intrusion." His voice was calm and even. He had needed to get away from his quarters, explore the ship more. It had been unexpected and most unfortunate that there was quite the group gathered in the same area at this exact moment.

[Megatron]

Megatron kept his fierce optics on Tarn.  He wasn't going to allow this mistake to happen again, and he wasn't going to chance taking his optics off the mech for a split second.  Of course this suspicion would pass, but it would be forever noted in his databanks.

He watched as Tarn approached him, holding out a datapad for him.  Something about documents that needed his attention whenever he had the time.  "And these would be..?"

He grumbled, taking notice to the others that were in the room as well, but still keeping a close optic on Tarn.  Kaon and Knock Out.. and even Lightspeed.  He wasn't as familiar with the femme, but he would allow for her to stay on board so long as she proved her worth.. just like anyone else on this ship.  The Decepticon Justice Division being among their ranks should have been a clear warning of what would happen if someone were to step out of line.. and it was a threat Megatron fully intended to use.

"Unless the rest of you have something to offer in regards to status updates.. get back to your posts."