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Who: Tarn/ Whirl /Megatron
When: August 6th
Where: in and around the Observation Deck
What: Robot fight
Warnings: violence, probably some light robot gore, raised voices

It’s been a long fruitless road since returning back to the Moira after being held a slave in the Runoff. Tarn's energy levels have climbed but not nearly as quickly, or as completely, as a mech fueling with regular energon would have. His frame is still weak, but it hasn’t stopped Tarn from leaving his quarters. Walking in a circuit of the ship has served well in the past to sooth his mind and today is no different. He has no particular goals other than stretching his legs and perhaps a bit of quiet reflection on the observation deck.

Unfortunately, that isn’t what he gets. The minute he arrives on the observation deck he’s notices that he’s not as alone as he had desired. Whirl’s presence puts something of a damper on his original plan of relaxation. He isn’t quite in the mood for the Autobot’s constant and grating commentary; he's had enough of it during his captivity. Tarn certainly will not admit that his discomfort has anything to do with Whirl’s Empurata. That is an entire can of worms that he's not willing to address. Not today.

Taking a step back towards the door, ready to make a quiet retreat to a different part of the ship. Perhaps Whirl won’t notice that he was ever present.

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Whirl is not in a fantastic mood all things considered. Something about 'oh people sent you and your fri- associates' to die again, only this time without your permission' doesn't settle well with him. So that's there.

And then there's the general irritation that comes from the fact that he wants really wants to stretch his wings out without having someone shocking him or directing him or stopping him and that isn't happening any time soon. The ship is way too small and it keeps sort of feeling smaller and there's no bar and Cyc is still being an idiot and then there's Tailgate's plan, then there's Magnus and Riptide and he doesn't want to deal with either of them because Magnus is Magnus and Riptide might be losing his head if Whirl has anything to do about it, Ugh.

Feelings are gross. And if he says that he's sure Rung is going to pop up magically from under something to ask him to talk about it, and he doesn't want to talk about it he wants to sit here.

When he hears someone lumbering in and catches their reflection in the glass, his first thought is that large and somewhat purple is probably Cyclonus and despite thinking he's an idiot right now Whirl actually is fine with Cyclonus joining his ....whatever this is. When he realizes what giant purple slagheap he's looking at his optic immediately narrows going from looking pleased to utterly irritated in a moment, body language shifting drastically.

"Ugh. Do you just have to infest everywhere with your-" Whirl pauses, a claw spiraling through the air as he seems to search for the word before finally settling. "Your everything?"

Edited 2016-08-03 22:27 (UTC)

[Tarn stiffens when he realizes that he hasn't gone unnoticed. Irritation rolls off of Whirl in waves only to be met by Tarn's stubbornly cold demeanor. It covers his discomfort seamlessly. But, being told that he can't be on the Observation Deck only makes Tarn want to stay more, if only to spite him]

Pardon me, I have just as much right to be here as you do.

[Tarn only manages to glare at Whirl for a few seconds before his optics have to flick away from the Autobot's singular optic.]

[Whirl uses his elbow to lean as he half twists himself around to glare properly.]

What's that slag about pardoning. I'm not pardoning anything.

I was here first. You can take your dumb Con face and the rest of your sorry frame that way.

[Whirl has...something of a decent sense when people wont look at him. His optic narrows and he twists the rest of him, standing up, head tilting. He decides to test his theory, pointedly looking Tarn right in the optics.]

[Maybe he should just back off. Especially since, Whirl is twisting to look him straight in the eye.

Tarn instantly settles for turning his whole body away from Whirl in an effort to escape the gaze of that singular optic. He begins to feel anxiety building from deeply buried old wounds.

It's not worth it, but he can't let the Autobots think that they can simply push him around. He has to stand his ground. He uses his already turned position to begin walking to the opposite side of the Observation Deck, far enough away that it shouldn't be a problem for whirl.]

That's too bad, isn't it?

[ Whirl pauses, and clicks his vocalizer twice, an odd, and very familiar sort of anger settling in his tanks as he thinks. Huh. If's he's right then Whirl is just going to add to the very long list of reasons why Tarn and his stupid face need to be shoved out the airlock. ]

Too bad for you.

[ Tarn's got most of him turned away from Whirl, and Whirl is not about to let that one slide. Really. Either he thinks he's tough or he's an idiot, or maybe he's just being pointed about his disgust because mechs do that sometimes, just to do it. He's dealt with it enough times, and Tarn's mask makes his face as hard to read as Whirl's. But any of those options are worth Whirl making a point.

It doesn't take many strides for Whirl to make it to the side of the observation deck Tarn is running to. Whirl's plating is flared, and there's no mistaking the harsh edge to his body language even if he's hard to read otherwise. He leans on the window, pointedly taking up more space than needed.]

What's the problem, slagheap. Thought we got close, you know, after the whole organic mess.

[ Whirl's tone is not exactly comforting, surprisingly inflectionless, without the usual effort he puts in to making it seem more normal. ]

[Tarn's plating flares as Whirl peruses him. The aggression in his body language is unmistakable and Tarn immediately matches it, despite backing up a few steps.]

You have five seconds to back off before I twist your helm from your shoulders. I'm already being generous in giving you that warning.

[Tarn isn't sure that he can even follow through with the threat in his current state, but he hopes that the mere mention and his reputation are enough to give whirl second thoughts about being in his space.

His fists clench unconsciously at the dull tone of whirls voice. He hates it. He hates how it makes him feel.]

[ Of all things, that makes Whirl laugh. It's...not a nice sound at all, and mostly just is a garbled mess. Especially since he's actively not putting a single bit of effort to hide how trash his vocalizer is. There's not much anyone can do about it after all, considering Whirl wont let them put in the effort to restore what should be there to make it work properly.

Whirl doesn't seem at all bothered by the threat, if anything, he leans in closer. ]

You think I didn't notice how fragged you were the whole time we were down there?

[His helm tilts at an awkward angle, optic narrowing.]

Besides, from what I hear we've got a fight in our future anyway. And it's a little less fair than this one.

[....Okay so Whirl might be kind of banking on Tarn not being up to par, but hey. 500 something to like....10 and a couple halves is a really unfair fight so he thinks this is a good assessment okay.]

[A shudder runs down Tarn's frame at the garbled sound of Whirl's laughter. He's wholly uncomfortable with the situation but he can't run, especially when Whirl has already made a point of pursuing him. Instead, he presses an offensive maneuver. As whirl leans closer to get in his face, Tarn decks him right in his optic.

The punch is weak; far weaker than Tarn could have delivered had he been fueling with regular energon. But, he hopes that it will be enough to show Whirl that he's not bluffing. Despite his depleted state, Tarn has confidence that he can still take Whirl down if it comes down to it. He's taken down Phase Sixers in the past, damn it, a bit of low energy won't stop him now.]

Back. Off. [He punctuates the demand with a cruel touch from his vocalizer]

[Whirl's helm whips with the punch, staying twisted awkwardly for a moment, frame shuddering awkwardly as his voice skitters in Whirl's audials. That's more effective than the attack itself, and Whirl takes stock for all of a second.

So.

That's the best he can do?

That crackling laugh is back, but this time there's some actual glee obvious in it. Whirl rights his helm in a sharp motion that's not at all bothered by the attack.

His optic arcs.]

Nope!

[And with that, Whirl moves, launching at Tarn with the intent to knock him flat on his aft and start wailing on him with his claws.

For once, he's a little sad he's been refitted with the current model. These may be better for almost everything, but his old ones were heavy and sharp and used to do damage that made mechs think twice.]

[Tarn isn't quick enough to take evasive action and lands hard on his back with a loud clang and screech of metal. Whirls claws are sharp and he immediately braces a hand over his throat to protect his vocalizer, trying to bring up his knees to push against his attacker.

Whirl's blows are vicious as they connect with his helm and chassis and within seconds A bloom of anxiety begins to spread through him. He could lose this fight. Whirl had barely reacted to his own punch when it had taken far more out of him than he cares to admit. If only he could just get off his back, he may be able to turn this fight around...

Tarn surges up to smash the chevron of his mask into whirls throat, claws scrabbling to find something to gouge into and push against.]

[Whirl doesn't let up, and there's a bloom of almost giddiness about the fact that Tarn isn't getting up. Big bad DJD, can't take on little old him.

So what if he can't rip Tarn's stupid face off back home, here he can at least make him sorry that he'd ever gone against any of the Autobots here in the first place, right? He's probably dead. They're all probably dead. Everyone from Hornhead to Eyebrows. Whirl's so far past caring if this is a fair fight that when he gets cracked in the throat his answer is to grab Tarn by the treads and use the blunted point on the end of his rotor to smack Tarn across the face, cracking the metal and bending the point of a chevron.]

Ooo. That was a good one.

[Whirl's voice sounds more off than normal, apparently Tarn's attack did manage something, but Whirl seems to be completely ignoring anything Tarn has managed to do.]

[The blow from the rotor has Tarn's head spinning. A sluggish drip of energon begins leaking from his nose under the mask, having taken the brunt of the blow. He blinks his optics trying to concentrate and fight back, digging his fingers into Whirl's shoulder hard enough to buckle metal. He'll rip the Autobot's arms off if he must.

Tarn thrashes, under the comparatively light frame, twisting the joint in his grip. It's taking far more effort than he would have liked, but with enough time The arm will give way even if has to sever the connective wiring with his claws first. He sinks his fingertips in, not wasting any time. He just needs to remain steadfast and not let go.]

G-get off--

[He can barely form words, looking up into Whirl's empty optic. This close, it's almost all Tarn can see and he can't bring himself to look away. He remembers the old pain.]

Hey! It's not like you'd listen to any of us if we asked!

[Whirl seems almost oblivious to the metal of his shoulder buckling under Tarn's claws, using his own to jerk Tarn forward by the treads and clack their forehelms together.]

But, maybe if you say please.

[Whirl takes advantage of the fact that Tarn seems distracted to lean back and crash his claw into Tarn's face again, the crack of metal loud and echoing in the room.]

Hk--!

[Tarn cant quite manage to thrash away from the brutal slam of Whirl's forehead against his own and he feels his mask crack and splinter. His HUD swims with static for a moment as he struggles to orient himself. Sharp edges slice into Tarn's face as a powerful punch follows up, taking with it his tenuous grip on Whirl's shoulder.

He collapses back with a loud clang and braces a forearm over his face to protect it from further blows. Behind his mask, tarn's optics are flickering as he tries to focus clear errors spitting from his processor.

It shouldn't be this hard. He should be able to take one Autobot in a fight!]

You fragger-- I'd rather die than beg anything from you.

[He's not going to run. He needs to stay and try to turn this around.]

See, and that's easy to say around here.

[Whirl sits back so he can use his claws to gesture. His vocalizer is clearly off the more he talks, odd clicks occurring sporadically.]

Cause you're not going to stay dead, no matter what I do. So I might as well have a good time. Right? Right.

[And this is where Whirl pulls back and just starts wailing, hooking his free claw in Tarn's treads again, so he can use the other to attempt to bash his stupid con face in. And he's right, isn't he? It doesn't matter what happens here. They're all probably dead back home, and Tarn's the easy target. Besides, so many of their problems go away if this fragger just up and dies, even if it's just here and that does nothing for any of them in the long run.

At least it means he's doing something.

[ Whirl's right. He knows better than anyone that killing someone here is a fruitless effort.

Static pours from Tarn's lips as whirl really and truly sets in on his face. He's trying to kick off the ex wrecker but he cant get his limbs to do much other than flail. In only a few blows, Tarn hears crack that has his lines running cold. Another punch, another crack, until Tarn finds the wreckage of his mask crumbling around around his face, leaving him fully exposed. His face twists into a grimace of pain as another punch tears into the comparatively soft metal of his face. Another scar to join the rest, he supposes.

Tarn has given up trying to clear the error flooding his HUD and has begun to brace himself to ride out the assault. He's stays stubbornly quiet even as a well placed punch leaves Tarn's left optic shattered.

Part of Tarn can't help but wonder how Megatron would feel if he were to find his broken corpse. Would he feel guilt? sorrow? He quickly puts the notion away.

Megatron wouldn't care.]

[The next time Whirl rises his claw to strike, he'll find his rotor clutched in a firm grip to keep him from slamming it down into Tarn's face again.]

Whirl, that's enough.

[Megatron had heard the unmistakable sound of a Cybertronian scuffle and caught them both fighting. Or rather, he'd caught Tarn being torn to pieces in his weakened state.]

[He can't say he's surprised. Megatron is entirely aware of how his commander had continued to terrorize the Autobots here as best he could. It was only a matter of time before one of them fought back. Ultimately, it is a lesson the Decepticon will need to learn, but he can't sit back and watch him be beaten to death.]

[The scene in front of him felt all too familiar.]

He's already serving his punishment.

[Whirl's entire body lurches as he's caught, momentum causing him to hang from Megatron's arm, his shoulder joint to makes a horribly awkward sound thanks to Tarn's clawing at it earlier.

His helm whips around and his optic widens and then narrows suddenly. Instead of speaking at first Whirl's vocalizer spits static and clicks before he manages to actually say anything.]

This? This is some kind of punishment?

[Whirl tries to yank his rotor free, his attention redirected and his anger clearly turned on Megatron.]

He's just wandering around making more cons, and acting like he owns the place! And then he gets to go home and kill all of us!

Perfect! Just fraggin' dandy!

[Megatron's arrival at first goes virtually unnoticed by Tarn. Energon streams from his face as he lays limply beneath Whirl with dim, unfocused optics. He can barely hear anything over the static ringing in his Audios, but he does at least notice that Whirl seems to have stopped punching him. Tarn wonders what could have possibly distracted him.

Lighting his remaining optic, Tarn is able to make out a familiar figure standing over them.]

M-Megatron...?

[He's sure that he's hallucinating and immediately regrets opening his mouth.]

Tarn is being fed poisoned energon daily.

[Whirl gets a brief moment of firm resistance as a quiet reminder that the ex-Decepticon had no such thing chaining him down. Not anymore.]

All he has left is bluster because he's too weakened to do anything more.

[The claw is let go.]

That is punishment enough without your help.

[Whirl lets out a horrible fritzing sound that's probably supposed to be a laugh but isn't at all considering .]

Of course you'd- [His vocalizer clicks a few times before he manages to continue, and it is very clear that he is just doing more damage to it by using it.]

- You'd say that! Doesn't matter that he's gonna kill us all. You're just gon-na let hi-i-im get away with that because you fraggin-iiiing 'Cons-

[And yet again, it clicks out instead of letting him vent, though this time he seems to at least realize that he's making it worse and it clearly makes him angrier, bringing a claw up to his helm like the pressure is going to help somehow before he tries again and literally nothing comes out but a glitching mess of clicks and static. Unable to point out exactly how many ways this is wrong, pissing him off, and is continuing to just make it worse, Whirl takes a swing at the thing that is bothering him the most at the moment.

That thing happens to be Megatron. Unfortunately. Though, at least with his attempt to swing at their captain he does actually get off of Tarn, so that's better than nothing.]

[Tarn's head spins as Whirl relinquishes his hold on him. Instinct is screaming at him to move and put distance between the Autobot and himself, but he can't get his limbs to respond.

His optic flickers as he lays still for a moment, energon dripping to pool under his helm. Snippets of Whirls argument begin to seep into Tarn's processor. Someone had definitely stepped in on his behalf, but who could possibly be idiotic enough to put themselves between the Commander of the DJD and and Whirl?

Tarn focuses long enough to see Whirl take a swing at Megatron. He can't believe it.]

[Megatron raises an arm to let that claw slash a groove into his armor. The blow felt far less devastating than their previous altercation - dulled, almost. Still, he's not here to fight Whirl, and only takes a step back to draw the Autobot away from Tarn.]

We don't know that. We don't know what is going to happen when we step back through the Ingress.

[He slips easily into a defensive stance, ready for Whirl's next strike.]

But if the DJD did attack us, I assure you I would be their first priority.

Edited 2016-08-13 03:38 (UTC)

[Now, due to the small shorting out issue, Whirl actually can't say outloud what's bothering him about that. Or what's bothering him about all of this.

He's not used to having actions they take not matter and not having any control over a situation he knows is going to get worse drives him insane. He hates it. He hates all of this. He hates it that he's mad about any of this, he hates that he didn't get right to it and shoot Tarn's fragging face off before anything else, he hates that he got stopped, he hates that Megatron of all people was the one to stop him.

Basically he's angry, has very little outlet, and his entire existence is really just easier when he hits first and stops asking questions at all. If he'd just been good enough at doing that in the first place there'd be no reason for any of this to have gone this far. (And really he's not sure which thing he even means. There's a list. It's a long one.)

Whirl is definitely angry and very much trying to take it out on Megatron but it is not as focused as he would be were he not quite so ~~upset~~angry about it all. When the first hit lands, he keeps trying to swing, one claw then the other, trying to make some kind of hit count.]

[Pain returns to him before lucid thought. His processor spins despite his optics being offline, trying to piece together shards of fragmented memories into a coherent thought. Slowly he remembers the fight with Whirl. He remembers being trapped, too weakened by the fools energon poisoning his frame to competently fight back. He doesn’t remember why it happened, or how, only snippets of trying to fight the ex-wrecker off and dodge the tips of his sharp claws.

Its quiet and the air is heavy with the metallic tang of his own energon, but it’s clear that he’s no longer sprawled on the floor of the observation deck. Is he in the medibay? His frame jolts to alertness as he feels someone touch his mangled face. Face…his mask was shattered during the fight. He has to find it.

He tries to put the thought aside, groaning as he tries to turn his face from the touch. He remaining optic slowly comes online. He’s in his own quarters, but he catches a familiar frame at his bedside.]

Soundwave?

[His voice is rough with static, but the confusion is clear enough. ]

It is just me. Try to relax.

[He responds when he realizes that Tarn is waking up, voice not betraying any of the nerves he felt trying to creep up at the idea of just how much he was going to have to repair on the other Decepticon. He had done repairs before, sure, he helped Shockwave rebuild Megatron from scratch. But that was with better equipment than what this ship had to offer. Soundwave wasn't about to not try, of course, so he needed for Tarn to not wiggle around and make his leaking worse.]

Whirl attacked you. You are in your own room now, and I am going to repair you.

[He'd start with the wounds that were leaking the most energon. He had more of a blunt force approach than Ratchet, far less delicate and painless, but it would keep Tarn alive.]

[His remaining optic flickers as he tries to focus on Soundwave. Tarn's face took the brunt of the attack, leaving behind an energon smeared mess. Comparatively, the dents and scrapes on his helm and chassis seem like nothing.

Tarn forces his frame to let go of it's tension, relaxing back into his berth. At least he knows that he's in good hands.]

I remember... Megatron was there.

[Tarn's fingers try to come up to touch a particularly painful wound across his broken optic.]

[Even if the damage was bad to Tarn's face, he was glad that nothing vital around his spark or T-cog was damaged. Those were much harder to fix than a face. Optic aside, of course.]

Yes, Megatron arrived to stop Whirl.

[He gently pushes Tarn's fingers aside, away from the wound. Those pointed claws wouldn't be great if they scraped against something on accident. Not to mention he needed space to work.]

[Tarn's hand easily falls away at Soundwave's urging. He's not going to fight it; he doesn't have the energy even if he wanted to. Tarn's fuctional red optic flickers with bitterness and confusion. He doesn't understand why Megatron would spend his energy standing on his behalf.

Perhaps Soundwave knows something that Tarn doesn't.]

Why would he bother? Why would he waste his time aiding me? Even if I were to die in the assault, I would have just come back.

Coming back does not mean dying would be less painful.

[His tone was slightly chastising. Death shouldn't be something taken so lightly, even if it could be reserved here. But he vents, considering the questions. He knew a likely reason, but he didn't know if Tarn would like it. Soundwave works in silence for a moment, before speaking again.]

As he is, I do not believe Megatron would desire to see any of us die. However... I was concerned for your safety, after you started consuming Fool's Energon. It was meant to be equal retribution for Riptide's death, but listening to the other Autobots at your trial, I had my doubts they would find it enough. I told Megatron that should he fail to control his crew and let one of them kill you, I would ensure the death of everything on this ship.

I apologize if you feel I... overstepped.

[Tarn's remaining optic widens as Soundwave's words sink in. He had never imagined that Soundwave would put so much on the line for him.]

No, i'm... grateful to have you keeping watch. At least Megatron has some sense of priorities, however warped they may be.

[a wet sounding chuckle bubbles up in his throat as he manages to crack a pained smile. He can't believe what had happened.]

I was a fool to think that they wouldn't take matters into their own hands. Or perhaps i knew, but thought that i could still hold my own in a battle. One of our crew-mates, Rinzler, he warned me that this might happen but I was too stubborn to listen.

[Time and becoming what Megatron needed may have hardened him, but at his core Soundwave had always been a caring person. It was hard not to be, when you could feel the pain of others, as if it was your own. He knew that if he didn't look out for Tarn, no one would. They had both been completely loyal to Megatron, and their former leader shaped them into monsters he could use, and then left. He didn't want that to be the end of it. They deserved better.]

For all their talk of moral superiority, the Autobots are rather predictable. You being weakened as you are, it would have been wrong to not find you some level of protection.

[He hums thoughtfully as he continues fixing Tarn up.]

I doubt you would have come as far as you have if you were known for being careful.

My, is that a compliment? I'm honored, Soundwave.

[Tarn tries not to wince when Soundwave touches a particularly painful wound. He tells himself that he's had far worse. The repairs will be simple in comparison.

Latching on to what Soundwave is telling him, his intact optic focuses on his fellow Decepticon's face as he looms over in concentration]

When did you learn to make repairs? I had no idea that field medic was in your repertoire.

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