[Footsteps approach the Decepticon, but Megatron doesn't answer.]
[When Tarn turns around, he's kneeling in front of Riptide's body, raising his head gently under an arm. The Autobot's armor was the cold gray of dead metal robbed of it's spark.]
[He recognizes Luke's unconscious body some feet away. The Captains had shown themselves capable of performing miracles of medicine on their own organic crewmates, but could they revive a Cybertronian spark? No. He doesn't think so. It never works that way.]
[He simply smooths over the remains of the pained, twisted expression on Riptide's face, before setting his helm back on the ground.]
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[When Tarn turns around, he's kneeling in front of Riptide's body, raising his head gently under an arm. The Autobot's armor was the cold gray of dead metal robbed of it's spark.]
[He recognizes Luke's unconscious body some feet away. The Captains had shown themselves capable of performing miracles of medicine on their own organic crewmates, but could they revive a Cybertronian spark? No. He doesn't think so. It never works that way.]
[He simply smooths over the remains of the pained, twisted expression on Riptide's face, before setting his helm back on the ground.]