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[sparkwhisperer]

Who: Tarn and Meh Yewll
When: May 22nd
Where: The Medbay
What: Tarn wakes up in the medibay after being defeated by Megatron
Warnings: mentions of past tense violence and torture. irritability. loud voices.


[To say that Tarn was disappointed to find himself in the medbay, after his short-lived rampage within the depths of Amissis-Re, would perhaps be an understatement. When he first is able to regain consciousness he’s met with a barrage of errors and overheating warnings pinging up rapidly on his HUD. But before long it appears that everything has been put back in working order and overheated and melted internal components have been replaced. All that remains are a few rather crudely figured patch jobs on his outer plating where Megatron managed to really make his mark.]

[He tries to remember what happened. How had he failed so specularly that he managed to land himself unconscious in a medbay for who knows how long? The last thing he remembers was pulling Megatron close to deliver a killing blow with his vocalizer— a quiet whisper to really whittle the life from his bright spark.

Then he was shoved.

He remembers a bright flash of light and excruciating pain, and then nothing. Perhaps being shoved bodily into a conduit feeding electricity into something as highly powered as an Ingress would have that effect on someone. ]

[He’s healing quickly but it does little to improve his mood. He’s nursing a terrible hangover from the sheer quantity of Nuke that he had consumed back aboard his ship. Fortunately for everyone aboard the Moira, by now its effects have surely been flushed out of his system. All that remains is a slightly irritable edge.]


I’m still alive, am I? How disappointing. Although i must admit that I’m not surprised after Megatron’s recent inability to deliver without out begging off at the last minute.

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[imaginary_wife]

[The area the Cybertronian took up is massive, and Doc Yewll has been having to do laps to slowly check every joint, ever nick in his armor, each digit of a massive hand to make sure he's intact. In fact, she's testing the function of each finger one at a time when Tarn opens his mouth.]

And a bright and sunny afternoon to you, too. [She says dryly.] If it wasn't him, it would have been someone else. Hold your hand out, palm up, and make a slow fist.

[She pats his forearm loudly to spur him along. Chop chop. Come on. Let's get to it.]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn doesn't fight her on this, eager to ensure that his frame is in fully working order.

The cables in his hand are just the slightest bit stiff as he makes a fist, but overall there are no catches in his movement.]

No one else would have been able to take me. Not with the amount of Nuke that I had fueled with.

I had hoped that it would be enough to give me an advantage, but it seems that perhaps that was too much to ask.

[The slightest bit of mortification begins to creep in.

He had talked such a big game to Doc Yewll last time they had spoken-- andd now look where he is. Laid up in the Medbay like a fool.]

[imaginary_wife]

So you say. But there are people here that do a lot more damage than Megatron. Surprisingly. Not that he's not bad, but, you know....

Drugs usually aren't as big of an advantage as people think. At least when there's nothing wrong with you outside of getting way the fuck ahead of yourself. No before you start talking about hateful organic things or big meany Megatron, I want you to say the names of five people you know.

[She's aiming her scanner towards his head then, like she's making sure that something isn't impaired there, either. Memory? Vocals? His delightful singing voice? She looks intent as hell whatever it is she's doing.]

[sparkwhisperer]

Helex, Tesarus, Kaon, Vos, and Nickel.

[Tarn rattles off the names without hesitation. She never specified that it had to be their current crew mates. He would prefer not to think about them any more than he had to.

He shifts uncomfortably under her attention, unused to the concept of being tended to by an organic medic. The idea of her having enough knowledge of Cybertronians anatomy and technology to properly tend to his injuries puts him on edge.

Tarn attempts to distract himself from the thought by prodding Doc Yewll for more information.]

You say that there are powerful people aboard this ship, but I've seen very little to back up that claim. Perhaps you can enlighten me.

[imaginary_wife]

Some humans here have abilities that let them smash buildings. Some of them could pick apart your internal components without coming near you. Some of them have weapons high powered enough to rip through armor easily.

Some of us have very... special... brains. [She stretches out the last words as she aims the scanner at his spark.]

See, I've been wondering about the memory lapses people experienced in these Ingress worlds. I wonder if those are meant to happen, and will anyway once this journey is over.

How strong was yours?

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn remembers his run-in with a similar sounding human. One that could fly and seemed to have abnormal strength for her size.

He scoffs, shaking his head at the thought of being beaten by a human. It isn't as if organics have never hurt Cybertronians before, but he refuses to be one of them.

He's the commander of the Decepticon Justice Division and he will not bend to threats.]

[In the end, he decides to just concentrate on what Doc Yewll is asking him.]

I couldn't really remember the Moira. It seemed like a dream, but when I tried to remember it, it simply got more hazy and difficult to recall. It made it easier to become completely immersed in my surroundings and the more I experienced, the more sure I was that I was home.

[The scanner over his spark earns an irritable flicker of energy. It doesn't like the attention.]

[imaginary_wife]

Well, I guess it was a hell of a surprise then when they showed up.

So. Lets talk about this. [And she leans on him, folding her arms as she looks at scanner results.] I'm going to be your doctor and I know you don't like that, but I am. And, I am actually invested in your health.

How long have you been taking these chemical enhancers? About at what point in your life did you start? Were they regular? Or did you take them by necessity? I ask because even in machines prolonged exposure to chemicals can affect function. I know you're a living machine but you're still composed of materials and those materials could need some sort of additional maintenance.

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn peers at her with clear distaste as she leans against his battle worn armor.]

I never asked for your concern and I'm fully aware of my own limitations when it comes to fueling with Nuke.

[He would really prefer for organics to stay out of his medical business, but it doesn't seem like he has much of a choice. His own medic back home would have a melt down if she ever caught him trying to skip out on details that could lead to long lasting damage to his systems.]

My use of this particular performance enhancer is purely by necessity. My job consists of taking down the some of the largest and most vicious Cybertronians who have ever made the mistake of crossing the Decepticon Justice Division. Sometimes a little extra boost is required to make it out on top. I've been fueling with it for a few million years, but the nucleon crystals are finite and only found in one particular mining shaft on the planet Messatine. Since there is such a limited supply my team and I only fuel with it when we find the situation absolutely necessary.

[imaginary_wife]

You're getting it anyway. I know you're a sensitive, fragile soul with delicate pride but you'll have to develop a tolerance for that, too.

[She continues scanning the last of him, travelling down to his feet, where she has to climb up on his leg and pull out a laser scalpel.] Okay, keep telling me about it. I have to seal something here, though, so hold still. How many planets have these crystals been found on?

[She has to perch on his shin as she does a very delicate welding job with the side of the blade.]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn makes certain not to move, lest she butcher one of the fine sensory relays in his leg. There is very little trust happening as he stiffens beneath her.]

Just the one. Nucleon can be found scattered around various planets, but the crystals found in that particular mine shaft on Messatine were exposed to some sort of temporal energy. The energy provided something of a catalyst and over the next few million years it seems that the atomic structure of those crystals began changing into something new.

[She seems to be doing a decent enough job welding that Tarn relaxes ever so slightly, continuing on a tangent.]


It's an extremely potent performance enhancer. When fueling, it is important for the user to not ingest too much, lest you do serious damage to internal systems. The dose that I took back home was a relatively large one, but not nearly enough to do any sort of lasting damage.