[Megatron weakly props himself up on a forearm and glances back to see Tarn's circuits grow blindingly bright as his innards are torn apart by the considerable power coursing through the Ingress' power lines.]
[The other lights within the room blow out - much like Tarn's optics, leaving them both in the dark save the brief, violent display of electrical arcs disrupted from their channels and charged through the air. The scent of ozone and rapid-fire particles lays heavy above him as the Decepticon falls.]
[Through labored plumes of warm exhaust seeping out of his frame, Megatron forces himself onto his back and manages to somewhat sit-up. With his spark free of Tarn's vice-grip, he could feel the animus in his body start to return, but nowhere near quickly enough. All he can do for the moment is lay there, taking in the sight of Tarn's charred body laying motionless on the metallic floor. Despite what happened, despite everything that Tarn did, all he could feel was a crushing guilt.]
[After a few minutes, he checks his MID. Someone needed to come down to help clean up the mess.]
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[The other lights within the room blow out - much like Tarn's optics, leaving them both in the dark save the brief, violent display of electrical arcs disrupted from their channels and charged through the air. The scent of ozone and rapid-fire particles lays heavy above him as the Decepticon falls.]
[Through labored plumes of warm exhaust seeping out of his frame, Megatron forces himself onto his back and manages to somewhat sit-up. With his spark free of Tarn's vice-grip, he could feel the animus in his body start to return, but nowhere near quickly enough. All he can do for the moment is lay there, taking in the sight of Tarn's charred body laying motionless on the metallic floor. Despite what happened, despite everything that Tarn did, all he could feel was a crushing guilt.]
[After a few minutes, he checks his MID. Someone needed to come down to help clean up the mess.]