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thisavrou_log2016-10-10 02:36 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-10 02:36 pm
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Who: Soundwave and Tarn BFFs
When:end of September
Where: outside an Airlock
What: Soundwave becomes cross at Tarn
Warnings: mentions of death. threats of violence. Loud voices.
Soundwave has been nothing if not a reassuring presence in Tarns life since the moment he arrived aboard the Moira. As one of few Decepticons on board and part of what was left of High Command, Soundwave had become something of a role model; someone to strive to please.
he could even go so far as to call Soundwave a friend. In the past weeks Tarn has found himself opening up to his fellow Decepticon in ways that he never thought he would. Speaking of such weaknesses should surely be a shameful thing, but Soundwave never made him feel foolish.
This budding rapport is probably why Tarn felt that there was nothing strange when Soundwave contacted him with instructions to meet him specific coordinates on the ship. He is more than willing to help with anything that he may need. He owes it to Soundwave who has been so very supportive in his time of crisis.
Tarn is waiting patiently in one of the larger hallways near an airlock. He can’t imagine what Soundwave could possibly need to do in this desolate corridor, but it’s not his place to speculate.
He’s not waiting long. He turns to address his fellow Decepticon, A slight smile warming red optics shining from beneath his newly welded together mask. That is, until he realizes that there is something amiss.
When:end of September
Where: outside an Airlock
What: Soundwave becomes cross at Tarn
Warnings: mentions of death. threats of violence. Loud voices.
Soundwave has been nothing if not a reassuring presence in Tarns life since the moment he arrived aboard the Moira. As one of few Decepticons on board and part of what was left of High Command, Soundwave had become something of a role model; someone to strive to please.
he could even go so far as to call Soundwave a friend. In the past weeks Tarn has found himself opening up to his fellow Decepticon in ways that he never thought he would. Speaking of such weaknesses should surely be a shameful thing, but Soundwave never made him feel foolish.
This budding rapport is probably why Tarn felt that there was nothing strange when Soundwave contacted him with instructions to meet him specific coordinates on the ship. He is more than willing to help with anything that he may need. He owes it to Soundwave who has been so very supportive in his time of crisis.
Tarn is waiting patiently in one of the larger hallways near an airlock. He can’t imagine what Soundwave could possibly need to do in this desolate corridor, but it’s not his place to speculate.
He’s not waiting long. He turns to address his fellow Decepticon, A slight smile warming red optics shining from beneath his newly welded together mask. That is, until he realizes that there is something amiss.
HERE WE GO
Not to mention that Tarn was probably the only other one on the ship who... understood. Understood believing in someone to the point of blindness, becoming something you never thought you would for them, and then being left behind. Realizing that person didn't care. That you were easily replaceable, despite everything you had done. Tarn could understand that feeling.
But as he sat in his room, with the box containing Ravage's remains sitting in front of him, he realized this was just like everything else he had been trying so hard to do. One of the few people who cared about him - truly cared - was gone. And it was because of Tarn.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there, exactly, before he made up his mind. He knew the code to get through the lock that kept Megatron's fusion cannon safe for some time now. Listening and gathering information was his job, after all. And he knew Tarn would come if he called. So he started dragging the gun that was almost as large as he was down the hallways. It made a rather horrible noise, but Soundwave couldn't bring himself to care. The only thing that mattered was doing something, anything, to get rid of the cold feeling that was clawing at him. Part of him knew shooting Tarn wouldn't fix things. But if it would make that feeling stop for just a moment, it didn't matter.
Soundwave rounded the corner, stopping when he saw Tarn. He propped the fusion cannon upright, but didn't move the box that was tucked under his arm. "Tarn," He growled it. He might not have been an expressive Cybertronian, but even the least observant would have been able to tell he wasn't there for a friendly chat.
UGLY CRYING
"What is it?"
He has no idea what he's done to incite such unbridled anger from his friend. His optics dart to the fusion cannon-- Megatron's fusion cannon-- dragging behind him. It's large even on Megatron's hulking frame. Next to Soundwave it just looks unwieldy. His gaze pauses, held on the box tucked tightly under his arm.
"What's in the box?"
He has a bad feeling about this.
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Soundwave's vents make a hissing noise at the question. "This," He says slowly, dropping the box in front of his feet, "Is what is left of the first Cybertronian who told me I had any worth. My first friend." A kick toppled the box over, making Ravage's mangled hindquarters spill out on the floor in plain view.
"Tell me, Tarn," His voice dropped to a lower tone as grief and anger boiled inside of his tanks again, "Given Ravage was with the Autobots who were left to die in their mutiny, the group your Decepticon Justice Division attacked... Who do you imagine killed him?" Tarn best pick his answer carefully, because the purple paint transfers were obvious enough against Ravage's black and silver plates.
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"Where did you find this..."
He edges a bit closer, kneeling to take a closer look at they grey corpse. The purple paint transfers on Ravage's frame are shockingly vibrant. As Tarn reaches out to further investigate, its clear the paint is the same exact shade of purple. It's incriminating evidence to be certain. If Ravage had truly been with the Autbots when his team attacked, he is certain that nothing could have held him back. But, it wasn't him. He had no idea...
Tarn looks up at Soundwave with desperate optics. Surely this is a misunderstanding, or a trick. An Autobot ploy to separate the growing bond between the Decepticons.
"You must believe me when I say that I had nothing to do with this. I've been here! I had only just discovered the truth of Megatron's defection!"
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"It came in the mail." He said flatly. Frankly, it didn't matter much to him where it came from. He knew Ravage as well as he knew himself - he could tell if it was some kind of fake. Not to mention Ratchet wouldn't have been so easily fooled, nor could he have lied well enough to make Soundwave believe it was real if he knew otherwise.
If it had been anyone's body but Ravage's on the floor, the look Tarn was giving him might have crumbled his resolve. He knew how much it had hurt to be left behind, and how much he had wanted someone who understood. But he had his friends, his cassettes. They might not have cared for Megatron as much, but they at least listened to him. Tarn? Tarn had no one. It made sense that he would get attached when Soundwave offered his friendship.
But it was Ravage's corpse on the floor. And the pain of that fact was more than enough to make him not care about anything else.
"You will have everything to do with it! Ultra Magnus saw you on that world. You were going to kill them all. You killed Ravage!"
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in a very rare moment, Tarn is at a loss for words. His mind scrambles, searching for an explaination or excuse. It's critical that he defuse the situation before it becomes dire. He struggles not to focus on the fusion cannon and instead reaches out to touch Soundwave's arm.
"There is no way I could have-- The Autobots surely are lying! They hate me, of course they would plot a scheme like this to put a rift in our relationship. We are too powerful when we work together, undoubtedly they are seeking to put and end to it."
He's aware of how bad it looks. He's also aware that if he was in fact faced in a battle against Megatron and his Autobots and Ravage somehow got in his way, that he would not hesitate to do what Megatron had taught him to do.
But, he can't lose Soundwave. Not like this. Not because of some ridiculous hearsay that the Autobots have been spreading around.
"Please, see reason-- We must stick together, there is no room for contention in the faction when we are already so few!"
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He slaps the hand that comes towards him away, taking a step back. In the back of his mind, he's aware that if Tarn just grabbed him and held him in place, there wasn't a lot he could do to get away. Even weakened by the Fool's Energon as he was, Tarn could still kill him. But he's also angry enough that he doesn't really care.
"Listen to yourself Tarn! 'When we work together'? Work together to do what?! You need to see reason - the war is over. We lost. Instead of accepting that fact you, instead of seeing reason, you killed - you killed my friend."
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The Autobots have already gotten to him. The damage has already been done. It's clear that Soundwave has no interest in hearing Tarn's side of things. If Ravage was truly dead Tarn doesn't know if there is every anything that he could say to dull his friend's pain.
Tarn looks up at Soundwave , grief flitting through the vibrant red of his optics.
"Don't you trust me? Have I not earned it? I thought that we had more of a rapport than this."
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"You -" Soundwave moved back more, standing next to the fusion cannon, "If you killed Ravage for wanting a change... You would do the same to me, or anyone else."
Tarn didn't care. He was just like Megatron, as he had been trained to be. No matter how much he tried, he was expendable to someone like that.
His joints protested, but he lifted the fusion canon, leveling it at Tarn. As long as he shot him through the airlock, any damage to the ship would be minimal. And if Tarn somehow managed to survive being shot, well... he would likely be blasted far enough away from the ship that medical attention wouldn't arrive in time.
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With no weapon and no desire to do Soundwave harm, he's at an impasse. No amount of appealing or arguing is going to help Tarn; it's clear that his fellow Decepticon has made up his mind. A blast from the fusion cannon will surely be fatal.
Will he come back after Soundwave has killed him? He isn't sure. He isn't even sure if he would want to.
Dimming his optics, Tarn looks away.
"I trusted you."
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Yep. It was official. Bumblebee was insane. Throwing himself between two Decepticons? Who did something like that? He did, apparently. Both Cons were larger than he. Tarn made Bee look absolutely diminutive. As it were, Bee was situated right between Soundwave and Tarn, hand out as if that would block the blast from that weapon. He wouldn't survive it if Soundwave ignored him and decided to fire. Yet Bumblebee felt compelled to try regardless.
"C'mon and put it down, okay?"
Bee didn't know what really sparked the argument, but seeing half of what looked like Ravage gave him a good idea. While he understood the need to avenge a fallen comrade and good friend, right now it would be a meaningless gesture. Bumblebee also didn't owe Tarn anything or even remotely felt for him in any way. Personally, Soundwave would likely be doing them all a favor. However, it wasn't the time or place.
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He had counted on Tarn trusting him for this to work. He'd meant to use that trust to try and steer Tarn off the path Megatron had put him on. But Ravage was his family. He couldn't just overlook something like this.
Soundwave nearly pulled the trigger on the cannon when he jumped at someone yelling his name. He'd been so focused on Tarn that he hadn't even heard the little bot coming across them. He stared in disbelieve as Bumblebee planted himself right in the fusion cannon's aim. Hadn't he already died once? Did he really want a repeat performance?
The gun tipped down a little as Soundwave tried to decide if this was some kind of hallucination, "Bumblebee, move out of the way." He growled it, trying to right his aim again. Holding a cannon that was almost as large as he was wasn't exactly easy.
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What does he possibly think he's doing? What does he have to gain by stopping Soundwave from killing him?
He stays silent, Gaze swinging from Bumblebee back to Soundwave.