I didn't need to. How many Autobots did he fish out of the Ingress? And yet my savior was an organic!
[Their organic captors enter the pen, prods in hand. By the time Tarn notices hes up in a flash, futilely trying to back away, fists clenched and ready to strike at them if they get to close. Unfortunately, the prods are long and quick to strike Tarn's flank before he can attempt any sort of offense.
He grunts, falling to his knees and putting his hands up in a sign of good will. Fighting isn't worth it right now, especially when they are all scattered and without a solid plan of attack.
He supposes this is what he gets for scuffing Riptide's paint with his weak ass punch. Can't have the chattel trying to off each other in the pens. It certainly is rather counterproductive to how well kept O'Nel has tried to keep the two of them.]
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[Their organic captors enter the pen, prods in hand. By the time Tarn notices hes up in a flash, futilely trying to back away, fists clenched and ready to strike at them if they get to close. Unfortunately, the prods are long and quick to strike Tarn's flank before he can attempt any sort of offense.
He grunts, falling to his knees and putting his hands up in a sign of good will. Fighting isn't worth it right now, especially when they are all scattered and without a solid plan of attack.
He supposes this is what he gets for scuffing Riptide's paint with his weak ass punch. Can't have the chattel trying to off each other in the pens. It certainly is rather counterproductive to how well kept O'Nel has tried to keep the two of them.]