The Peaceful Tyranny – Observation Deck "I'm inclined to agree, Shocky-boo. I mean, if they didn't want us having any down time....surely one of those two would've said something. So....R&R it is.”
“Shocky…what?!” That broke through Shocker’s haze of paranoia. A whirlwind of retorts raced to his vocalizer as he jabbed a finger at Look-Out’s retreating back. But all of the wind went out of his sails after he realized that, yeah, he probably had earned it. Pft, Lookie was a bit sore about that, wasn’t he? He let out a sigh, cooling off and watching others mill about and join their little party.
The conversation took a turn for Seekers and this new odd bot who was speaking gibberish. Not any language that he understood. A chill went down his spine as an idea crossed his mind. He leaned into this new arrival, glancing to Lookie and pointing to the mech.
“We sure this guy isn’t one of them? Or with them?”
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Bridge“Now, now,” Tarn tutted lightly as Tesarus expressed his displeasure, “This Spintrail may yet have surprises in store for us. I doubt that it will be quite as gripping as our recent foray with Megadeath, but still…”
Crimson optics alighted on Vos as he chimed with a degree of enthusiasm. See? There. An appropriate amount of zeal for the coming assignment. Still, he couldn’t blame Tesarus. Tarn understood it all too well. A challenge distracted him from the more unfortunate circumstances of the situation. That a Decepticon, that one of their own, had willingly chosen to…
betray them. It roiled the energon.
"I believe this one should be done from a distance. That would disqualify Helex and Tesarus. If he happens to have ingested a combination of corrosive or combustible materials, that would make the process problematic for either of them. Vos or myself should strike the final blow on our turncoat so long as I do not utilize my alternate mode, as disappointing as that would be. If Vos is so inclined, I have no objection," Kaon said, with a nod of deference to his fellow justice.
Optics shifting to one of the oldest members of the Division, Tarn listened impassively. Ordinarily, he might have balked at the idea of handling this one from range. His philosophy on their work had always been quite clear from the beginning. But…after their excursion with Megadeath, Tarn understood the hesitance. Before he could come to any conclusion on the matter, Kaon continued.
"Perhaps Turmoil might wish to put his execution on display, as a warning to others? After all, he's one of the few on the List who's had no idea that we're on to him."
“Perhaps, perhaps,” Tarn conceded. Resting his head in a hand, he considered his response. It was a moment. “But we mustn’t forget our purpose. Dear Spintrail’s end cannot be swift,” Tarn said, extending a hand slightly. “No…His world must become one filled with
unrelenting agony. That, above all, is what is important. We must
never lose sight of that. If we were to finish him quickly and from afar, at that, what would it say of
us?”
Tarn’s hand clenched lightly into a fist as his crimson optics gleamed malevolently. He left his question hanging in the air, unanswered for a long moment before dropping his hand down to his armrest. He looked to Kaon again, the hard edge in his optics softening.
“But a public execution is a
fine idea. Hushed whispers and second-hand accounts are all well and good for keeping the rank and file in line, but unfortunately, we still have issues with loyalty. It’s
baffling really…” Tarn shook his head, “We’ve not had the opportunity to perform for a
larger audience in some time. This may be an excellent opportunity…provided Turmoil is amenable to our request.”
Gesturing to Kaon, Tarn nodded to him. “Speaking of the commander, Kaon, I believe it is time to contact him. If you would do the honors.”