june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[daintylegs]

[Oh. This is unexpected.]

Not here!

[He frets nervously.]

I might hurt someone!

Besides you, that is.

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn looks around the hallway. It's relatively empty, there would be no witnesses...

Frankly it is the ideal time.]

There's no one around to hurt. Just a quick punch, it doesn't need to be a huge ordeal.

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate's more worried that he'll punch Tarn through the hull and someone might get hurt. But if Tarn's giving him a free shot, then he absolutely has to take it. Maybe if he just punches him with half his strength, he can avoid doing too much damage to the ship.]

Okay.

[He wouldn't agree to this if he wasn't so eager to punch Tarn.

The minicon only comes up to Tarn's knee, so he has shifts back and leaps upwards, aiming to throw his fist right into Tarn's middle. It's very difficult to miss, and Tailgate hits the leader of the DJD with enough force to send the Rodpod rolling a good twenty feet. It's hardly his full strength, but he thinks it'll get the point across.]]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn makes an aborted short grunt of pain as Tailgate's fist hits him square in the abdomen. With a loud crunch, he finds himself being thrown. If the punch could have sent the Rodpod rolling, this sends Tarn flying. Disoriented, Tarn reboots his optics only to find himself staring at the ceiling 40 feet from where he was once standing.

Not wasting any time, he winces as he sits up to stare at Tailgate, completely dumbfounded. Tarn has fought many people in his time. Everything from the lowly, scouts to Phase Sixers, to Megatron himself.

Tailgate may very possibly be the most powerful Decepticon to ever live.]

Tailgate... This is incredible.

[daintylegs]

[Naturally, Tailgate is pleased with the praise and feels like he's glowing because of it. He has to remind himself that he's been here before, and that didn't end well for anyone. But also he's feeling alarmed because sending someone much bigger than you flying takes some getting used to, and Tailgate's not sure about this "hurting people" business. His first instinct is to fret and fuss.]

Oh, jeez, I didn't hurt you badly did I? I should call Ratchet to take a look at you!

[He walks over to Tarn and looks at the damage with a mixture of pride and mild panic. He did that! And he meant to do it!]

Wait... that's right, Ratchet would rather cut off his own feet with a rusty saw blade than help you. What about that creepy medic guy? Pharma? I'll call him! I'm glad I only hit you with half my strength! I can't imagine what you'd have looked like after that!

[sparkwhisperer]

I don't need a medic, it's fine.

[Tarn easily brushes aside Tailgate's concern as he pulls himself to his feet. The last thing he needs is to give Pharma and excuse to exercise any bit of control over him at the moment. Especially when Tarn is as vulnerable as he is.

It's Tailgate's offhand comment that suddenly earns Tarn's full attention.]

Wha-- half of your strength?

[He's sounds positively delighted by this realization. What a stroke of luck for the Decepticons!]