[A form Tarn might find familiar steps into the entrance of the Ingress room.]
[Grim sorrow is etched across Megatron's features as the full view of Tarn's handiwork begins to sink in. His spark may as well have literally dropped to the floor going by his stance - half frozen in the action of rushing over. Frozen in a barely contained horror.]
[He'd left the ship as fast as he could, foregoing picking up any weaponry in hopes that he'd be able to prevent Riptide from being slaughtered. Tarn usually took his time - he liked to make his victims suffer. But even then, he was too late.]
[His frame warms with anger. Anger at his own failure. A comparatively young spark, just starting to taste something aside from the tides of war, and Tarn ripped his life from him then and there. All the opportunity and potential snuffed with a single act of violence. Just like Trailcutter.]
[In the end, it appears that Riptide had been right.]
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[Grim sorrow is etched across Megatron's features as the full view of Tarn's handiwork begins to sink in. His spark may as well have literally dropped to the floor going by his stance - half frozen in the action of rushing over. Frozen in a barely contained horror.]
[He'd left the ship as fast as he could, foregoing picking up any weaponry in hopes that he'd be able to prevent Riptide from being slaughtered. Tarn usually took his time - he liked to make his victims suffer. But even then, he was too late.]
[His frame warms with anger. Anger at his own failure. A comparatively young spark, just starting to taste something aside from the tides of war, and Tarn ripped his life from him then and there. All the opportunity and potential snuffed with a single act of violence. Just like Trailcutter.]
[In the end, it appears that Riptide had been right.]