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Characters: @tarn , @kaon , Megatron Location: The Flight Deck of the Nemesis Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: In preparation for the capture of Dreadwing, Tarn has called his fellow justices from the far reaches of the galaxy to planet. However, they've not arrived in quite the way he expected.
Gray clouds wreathed the Nemesis as a good wind licked Tarn’s frame. The occasional shaft of sunlight peered through the clouds. Tarn stood on the edge of the flight deck, perhaps too close for one who lacked an alternate mode capable of flight, but he rather enjoyed the minor thrill that it gave him.
Peering down where his prey await below rather than up, Tarn held his hands behind his back, drumming his digits lightly against his other arm. After having sent summons to the rest of the Decepticon Justice Division, Tarn often spent time on the flight deck, awaiting the arrival of his compatriots.
Stroking his chin lightly, he wondered at that. It would be too soon for them to arrive, really, but they had acquired a recent habit of surprising him. So he lingered a bit longer than he might normally have. He’d spent time reviewing a good deal of information for their hunt and compiling for his comrades. He was almost done.
Pulling out a data pad, Tarn continued to compile the report for them. It would speed the process along a bit for the others. Typing in some more data into the report, Tarn cast his optics skyward, both searching for a phrase and in the vain hope that he might see the familiar shape of the Peaceful Tyranny break through the cloudbank.
It would not be the Peaceful Tyranny that had arrived, but one of the personal vessels of the occupants thereof. Deft hands had swept to type in the coordinates quickly and carefully, feeling each groove of the keypad before typing it in. Now, now that craft would be landing on the flight deck, and opened with a faint hiss.
Two figures had been inside, the first to emerge seeming to tear with blinding speed until it felt the end of its chain leash, which rested in a pale left-handed grip. The second stepped slower, more deliberate, more thoughtful in his movements than his companion. Pitch black optics--or were they perhaps sockets?--cast a thoughtful "gaze" toward Tarn.
"Apologies for the arrival without our comrades, Tarn." There was always the faint edge of electricity crackling in the otherwise refined tone of voice that Kaon reserved for his commander. "They are to wrap up mission reports and come this way, though the Peaceful Tyranny must adhere to the rigid maintenance schedule." Thus, explained the lack of the flagship of the Decepticon Justice Division.
His right hand gripped lightly to the datapad that he kept a jealous guard on. The datapad seemed to harbor a strange list. "You have the data" It was not a question, a statement of fact, his eerie black gaze upon Tarn. Never one to fool around, Kaon was already business at the first possible moment. It was just who he tended to be, ruthlessly efficient and business-like was what got work done.
The sound of an arriving vessel and the form of a shuttle broke through the cloudbank. Not quite what Tarn had been expecting. He turned on his heel to face the shuttle that alighted upon the hull of the Nemesis. How odd. Well, his subordinates had been full of surprises of late. What was one more?
The first that left the shuttle was the Pet, eager little thing that it was. Next came its master. Kaon. But he saw no more forthcoming from within the shuttle’s frame. His crimson optics fell upon his communications officer, a question forming in his optics. Without him even having to utter it, Kaon answered it. Ah, but he would not have expected any less from him.
Tarn’s optics fell to the data pad in Kaon’s hands as he uttered his statement. Tarn merely nodded in response, stepping forward and approaching Kaon.
“Dreadwing,” he stated plainly, “Megatron has requested his…capture.” He put stress on the word merely because he found it vaguely distasteful. But, it was what his master wished, so that was how it would be. “I’m almost finished compiling my briefing on the mission and our quarry. Do be patient.”
Tarn’s optics flicked down to the Pet, kneeling down to optic level with the beast. “Who’s a good boy?” Tarn cooed, rubbing the beast’s head fondly, “You are! Yessh…Yessssh…”
Drawing himself back to his full height, Tarn gestured down the flight deck. “I admit, it is good to see you again, Kaon. Walk with me?”
The de facto leader of the Decepticon Justice Division strolled toward the doors to the interior of the ship, resuming his efforts with the mission briefing. After all, now that one of his subordinates had arrived, the others would soon follow. It was best to be prepared.
“So how did the mission go?” Tarn asked curiously. He would review the reports, of course, but Tarn enjoyed the chatter with his cohort. “I trust your journey here was peaceful.”
Kaon's "gaze" never seemed to leave Tarn, unwavering in loyalty and devotion--much like he himself was unwavering in loyalty and devotion to the very cause for which they stood here today. He did not even need to see a question in the optics to answer, swift as ever, efficient as ever. Nothing need delay the truth, after all. Justice was blind, not mute!
The data pad itself contained a familiar sight, and at the top now, with only the first word, deft fingers were punching in the name. Dreadwing. Ah, the loyal and honorable one seemed to have taken a nosedive in loyalty. The next statement shocked him however. "Capture. We haven't done that in, hm. Centuries? Millennia? I suppose it is personal for Lord Megatron, however, if he has requested capture rather than outright neutralization." He seemed to shiver with an almost palpable anticipation.
The faintest of smiles graced his faceplates, as fleeting as an electrical charge. The Pet seemed to bound with boundless energy at the attention, tugging hard at the leash. Were Kaon less rooted to his spot or less careful with his grip of the leash, The Pet would have toppled him or ran away, but he was good at keeping it in line, without a gentle jolt of electricity.
"Of course." His tone briefly flickered with a hint of eagerness. He would need only nudge The Pet lightly with the tip of his pede with a wordless order to walk with them, while he seemed more to turn his helm toward Tarn.
"The mission was a rousing success, though over too soon. Really a shame that it ended after a million volts. I could have gone longer and stronger."
Well, it seemed like Kaon had accepted the idea of capture. Naturally, of course. Tarn would have stood for nothing less. A sense of peace washed over Tarn walking with Kaon at his side. Everything was going rather well. Listening with keen interest at Kaon’s report of the mission, Tarn issued a slight sigh.
“If only I could have joined you all,” he said wistfully, extending an actuator forward. Not that he lacked faith that the others performed their duties admirably, but there was a certain amount of ceremony that Tarn liked to observe. Ceremony, which with Dreadwing’s capture – instead of summary execution, he would miss once again.
“Hopefully not too soon,” Tarn commented as his attentions returned to the report that he was compiling, “They must know a world of unremitting pain if they are to serve as proper examples. It seems what we do is never enough.”
Inclining his head toward Kaon, Tarn’s crimson optics fell upon the electrocutioner. “Even the seemingly loyal ones like Dreadwing now dare turn against Lord Megatron. It’s sickening really. Hm-mm,” Tarn pondered for a moment, “I wonder if there might be some initiatives that we could establish while we are stationed on the Nemesis to increase overall loyalty…”
Though capture was boring, Kaon was flexible, adaptable. It just meant that he'd have to get more creative with his use of electricity for subduing rather than outright execution. It wasn't too hard to do. Just boring, most of the time. He rather did like the screams when circuits fried. But that, as they say, was that, and Lord Megatron's will was absolute.
For a moment, Kaon's fingertips seemed to steeple, though he never seemed to give up grip of the chain or the List, as though dexterous enough to hold each with a thumb. "If only. It was not the same without you. That must be why it felt off."
However, a smile of sick glee returned to his faceplates quickly. His voice seemed to spark with more than an electric edge of excitement now. "If the screams were anything to judge by. The begging. The scorching..." The last seemed to make soft laughter erupt from his throat for a faint moment before it went as silent as before. It was one of his sicker joys.
His steps seemed to slow slightly, ever so light at the thought. Initiatives to increase loyalty. "I suppose there are many. Depending on who and how they show their disloyalties." The last word caused a shudder through his frame and made an uncomfortable crackle of electricity up the Tesla coils.
Smiling under his faceplate, Tarn looked to Kaon. It was good to know that he had been missed, but even better to hear some of the results of the mission. “It’s good that you enjoyed yourself,” Tarn nodded, looking down at the Pet now. He patted the savage little beast on the head. “Did our resident sparkeater get a new chew toy?”
Slowing to match pace with Kaon, Tarn listened as Kaon offered his opinion on his earlier query. “Hm, I meant more in a generalized sense…Like perhaps occasional readings of Towards Peace. I find each new read equally as enthralling as the first.” He tapped the side of his mask thoughtfully. But not everyone appreciated the literary works of their master as he did. Hm-hm.
“It’s a conundrum,” Tarn uttered with a sigh finally, shrugging. They could not simply go around disciplining Decepticons who were innocent. “Perhaps, after Dreadwing, we could bring the next on the List – or whoever arouses Lord Megatron’s ire next – before the crew of the Nemesis in a public execution. Make it a spectacle! Let others see firsthand what comes of treachery.”
“Hearsay can only garner so much success, after all.”
Not that they had been particular about others viewing their executions, but it wasn’t as if they were broadcast to the entire Decepticon Empire. Shaking his head, Tarn put away the data pad as they reached the doors leading to the interior of the Decepticon flagship. “Oh well, I’m probably thinking too far ahead. Let’s focus on the matter at hand. Dreadwing.”
A thought struck Tarn as he moved over to the door’s console. “Kaon, you must be famished! Why don’t we refuel? The vintage here isn’t as fine as the ones we have aboard the Peaceful Tyranny, but one must make due on the front lines. And a little energon treat for the Pet as well,” he said, nodding to the Pet. How unprepared he was. It bothered him only slightly. “I’ll put in a request for your own personal quarters as we drink. It was thoughtless of me not to have done it beforehand…”
"Not as much as if the Empyrean Suite would have lilted through the air." There was a fine sense of wistfulness. The pet seemed to wriggle with joy. Kaon had a positively radiant smile. "He loved his new chew toy. Until the spark gave out and all. I did let him keep a servo though. He was such a good boy, yes he was." He seemed so disgustingly proud of The Pet. But he knew that his loyalty must always remain with Megatron, and so he only praised the savage beast for good service to their lord and master.
Kaon seemed to pause with a smile before picking up the pace. "It would do them well to hear his wisdom, though. I still get a thrill hearing every word. It's...it's electric!" For a moment, electricity surged up the Tesla coils with fervor. He loved it!
Another shiver seemed to overtake him and for a moment the electricity even crackled on his hands. "Ah yes. Show them the price of guilt, hmm?" His excitement was still as palpable as the electricity in the air. "Hm, but who on the list to bring in?"
He then gave pause again, seeming to subdue himself. "Forgive me. It is so difficult to not be excited at the thoughts of such things." His deft hands still kept grip of the List and the leash carefully.
"Oh but I am. It's been a while on my long journey and I didn't really get the chance to fuel beforehand. Mmmh. Electricity takes a lot out of you after all." He seemed to lick his lips for a lightning-quick split-second. "Think nothing of it. You had no idea when one of us would arrive."
Opening the door to admit the two justices to the interior of the Nemesis, Tarn wondered where they might take their energon. If he had been an ounce more prepared to entertain his associates, he might have had something arranged for one of the observation decks aboard the ship. As it was, they might simply have to retire to a lounge or his own quarters.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Tarn said, glancing to Kaon, “You should greet Lord Megatron when you have the opportunity. I shall accompany you when you do.” Tarn wondered if Megatron wished to be disturbed at this juncture. Perhaps a quick communication to their lord and master informing him of Kaon’s arrival would be the best course.
Pressing two digits to the side of his head, Tarn opened a comm channel briefly to the Decepticon leader. >>”Lord Megatron, this is Tarn. I wished to inform you that Kaon has arrived aboard the Nemesis. Would you like us to meet you somewhere?”<<
Transmission sent, Tarn continued on his way toward one of the lounges. After all, there was no need to divert course unless Lord Megatron willed it, and it might take him some time to respond. He was a busy mech, after all. Tarn looked toward Kaon. “And the others? They performed adequately? Vos?” he asked, wondering if their newest member was still working out.
Kaon himself, though refined as he was, didn't care about the scenery. Just the tactile comforts of the area. He was much more a tactile sort, ironic for one who used electricity. He could feel a slight tug on the leash and tugged back ever so slightly.
"I shall when I see him." His expression seemed to have a calm lightness to it. Greet Lord Megatron? Oh how he missed being able to do so! He missed the joy of being able to serve his lord personally! The Pet sensed his master's excitement and seemed to wriggle in response.
He seemed to have a patient glance to Tarn, standing proud still. They were on the Decepticon flagship now. Not just their own, but their glorious leader's own flagship.
"Adequately. Vos, admirably even. Taking initiative to make sure that not only did the traitor wear his face, but taking aim in my own grip!" He seemed so proud of their newest. "Such initiative, he deserves rewarded for it!"
While the two members of the Decepticon Justice Division caught up on current events, Megatron sat idly at his throne. No.. slouched was probably the better word for his seated position. The tyrant leaned to the left, his faceplates resting upon a closed fist.
Many thoughts ran through his head, all about various things.. particularly how things would be changing now that Tarn was among their ranks. The DJD he was certain would never betray him, and right now? He didn't trust much of his crew. Who knew who would attempt the next betrayal, but if anything? Megatron wasn't about to let them escape with their lives.
He was pulled from his thoughts by Tarn himself, requesting audience with him as Kaon had just arrived. So the mech had summoned his DJD members after all. It hadn't surprised him terribly, but the tyrant would allow for the remainder of the group to join them on the Nemesis.
<<"Meet me on the bridge. I will discuss things further with you and Kaon when we converge.">>
“Rewarded?” Tarn questioned, giving it some thought. Unless Vos had managed something truly exceptional, their work was its own reward. In any case, what Kaon iterated would merely be expected of Vos. Would he give a reward to Kaon for utilizing his unique abilities in their duties? No. It was simply part and parcel to it. “Our work is its own reward, Kaon, you know this.”
It was an honor in itself to be chosen as a justice. One of the five individuals who must hold the tenets of the Decepticon cause nearest and dearest to their sparks. One of the five who could bring anyone to justice. Even the feared and respected phase sixers. Tarn was among their level already, but with his carefully selected team, no traitor could possibly hope to stand against them.
Tarn was interrupted midstep when Megatron replied to him. He halted immediately and diverted course. Fortunately, Tarn had been wandering that way. Looking to Kaon, he nodded, the thrill of excitement clear in the DJD commander. “Lord Megatron would have words with us. I fear refreshment will have to wait a bit longer.”
Setting off in the direction of the bridge, Tarn glanced to the Pet. “Make sure the Pet behaves in the presence of our master,” he cautioned.
Kaon seemed to keep his features tilted slightly toward his commander. "I do, but it is the initiative. Not to mention a particularly creative use of the target's own in-built tools to drill in through to the brain module and the spark!" He hadn't even mentioned that before, as he had wanted to spring it as a surprise. "Not to mention--have you ever seen him twist his face on a target?"
After all, such surprises were rare now. It was for your belief and your effort that you became a justice. It was what you did that would color the memories of you. Tesarus making bets about how long one could survive with their brain module inside their mouth? Creative. Kaon himself creating a masterful symphony of screams while turning a turncoat medic's tools against him, keeping directly in tune with the Empyrean Suite? That was creative too.
Oh, such a shame that refreshment would not be arriving soon. But Kaon was patient. Patience was often rewarded well. "It will be our honor to meet with him."
"Of course, Tarn." Fingers faintly shifted to send the faintest of jolts down the chained leash. The Pet would fall into step with Kaon, even when they approached Megatron. Sometimes, he didn't even need to speak to order; the Pet knew what the wordless jolts meant and when Kaon stopped, the Pet sat.
Tarn considered Kaon’s argument. Maybe. Incentives were valuable tools in ensuring continued enthusiasm, and sometimes necessary even for the most devout. After all, it was occasionally nice to be praised. Especially by one who they all admired. Ah, should mention that. Tarn was about to when something Kaon said made Tarn’s optics widen slightly.
“Twist his face on a target? Oh, that is quite creative. But what would you suggest as a reward?” he asked, gesturing out to Kaon. Oh. Right. “Ah, I meant to mention this, but Lord Megatron praised us on our recent execution of Overlord. He seemed quite pleased.” Ah, how Tarn relished the memory.
As Tarn opened the doors to the bridge with their customary hiss, Tarn’s easy and relaxed demeanor shifted into something else. It still conveyed the grace and ease which the Decepticon Justice Division commander was known for, but it also contained several degrees of reverence as his optics fell upon the object of his devotion. Megatron.
Tarn kneeled. Kneeling was not always strictly necessary, but Tarn did it more for Kaon’s benefit than his own. Kneeling was the proper way to greet their master after a long absence. Ordinarily, Tarn would merely make due with a bow or a salute at the very least, but he felt this required a bit of ceremony.
“Greetings, Lord Megatron.”
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