They say I can talk people to death.

As a means of trying to find out those who have deserted or who have committed an act of treason against the will of Lord Megatron, I have decided to keep in touch with the lesser beings in order to serve the justice that so many deserve. I do hope you appreciate how this works. After all, it is just our job to hunt down Decepticons, who, by their actions or inactions, have frustrated the realization of Megatron's goals, and introduce them to a world of unremitting pain. [[Independent MTMTE RP blog for Tarn of the DJD.]]

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its-slowly-getting-brighter started following you.

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He had practically seen that coming, Drift just isn’t a lucky mech, it seems… “I’ll show you O̟ͫͣ̚v̡̠͖̮ͬ͌ͮͫ̎ͯ̂ȅ̶̦̟̩̘͍̭̂͋̈r̴̦͕͔̳̥̘͗̾̾ͬͣ̎̈́l͎̼͓͐̆ͥ͌ͭͨ͒͠ò̆ͧͯ͢r̡̰̹̩ͫd̬̝ͦ̏̀̕… but not Dȓ̛̗̙̟̣̈̒͐̚̚ỉ͔̬̯ͨ͂̍ͬ̋̏͢f͙̮̩̻̐̋͐ͣ͑ͨ͒͘t͖̮̞̰͑.” He didn’t really fancy Drift, but he didn’t hate him. And either way, the mech was still a member of his crew. “…You have q͙̱̈́ͧ̂͞u̟̱̬̜͙̞͂̈e̬̞̘͙͘s͈͉̆t͛́i̪̲̩͔̣ͨ́ͭͭ͝ȏ̴̬̙͍̝̈́ͪ̅ͨͅn͇̹̣͈̆̋s̸̲̦̔́ͧ̋̾? I’ll answer… if you take O̙̖̱͙̼͌ͮ̊̐̐ͅv̱͂͋̈́̋͑e̡̯̖̎r͈̩̱̉̋̓ͅl̦̘̩͙̜͎͌̉̈̌ͩ̋o̫̰̩͎̪̗̗ͨͧ̋̀́r̡̹̰̜̙͎̲̀̂͛̈̈d̸̰̬̣̎͌ͬ̑͆̃ and leave. For now, at least.” Could they really handle more than Overlord currently? How many of them were here…

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"Fair enough.  I will say this, however.  Just because you choose to protect Deadlock now does not keep him from harm's way.  Keep that in mind, my dear little philistine.  It is only a matter of time before he is in my grasp.  For now, however, lead the way to Overlord.  He is the prime target for the time being.  Any nonsense from the time we leave here till the time we cross paths with that criminal, and I will make sure you crossover."

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A message popped up from an unknown source, whomever this was was smart enough to not use a commline //:So you're the ever infamous leader of the DJD, Tarn, your reputation precedes you.

"Hm...Fascinating."  Tarn's pointed optics stared briefly.  Though he didn't much feel like it, he decided to respond to this unknown source.

:: I am not going to question why you chose to contact me, however I am going to assume that because you did it is of importance.  State your designation. ::

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its-slowly-getting-brighter started following you.

“Dead mech walking.”  Tarn said with some enthusiasm at he met his newest follower, “Or perhaps already dead.  I see some mechs still can’t make it home to the well.”

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He certainly did not share the mechs enthusiasm. He knew who he was… and as much as he hated to admit it, his “crew” had quite a few Decepticons as well. And as much as he hated it, they were still his crew. “…Are you here for O̗͚̜̪͉ͭͭ͛͛͘v̱̲̟̭̫͙ͣͯ͝ḙ̬̪̈ͤ͊ͫ̈́͌r̯̻̗͚̅̾l̲͍ő̦̦̼͐̾ͫͤ̚ȓ̨̀̃d̻̊ͣ̌̈́̉ͦ?̩̬̣̪͙̒͗ͬ̄̄́ͅ”

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“How astute of you.  Care to help me get a hold of him?  Or are you going to sit there with your digit up your valve?”

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He didn’t react to that last sentence. Watching him for a moment. “Is he the only one you wͮ̏͆a̝͇͍͐n̹̣͛͂t̰̯̪̤͕̻ͯ̏͑̕?” He didn’t trust this mech as far as he could throw him, but he was likely his best bet to get rid of Overlord. The problem was everyone else on board could become a target, too. Or simply get caught in the crossfire.

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Tarn thought for a moment, digits tapping at the chin of his pointed face guard, "You have one among you called Drift, do you not?  He used to go by Deadlock.  While he is not officially on the list, he is still a deserter.  Lord Megatron as well as a certain other Mech would love to have his helm on a silver platter.  Care to indulge me about him?"

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its-slowly-getting-brighter started following you.

“Dead mech walking.”  Tarn said with some enthusiasm at he met his newest follower, “Or perhaps already dead.  I see some mechs still can’t make it home to the well.”

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He certainly did not share the mechs enthusiasm. He knew who he was… and as much as he hated to admit it, his “crew” had quite a few Decepticons as well. And as much as he hated it, they were still his crew. “…Are you here for O̗͚̜̪͉ͭͭ͛͛͘v̱̲̟̭̫͙ͣͯ͝ḙ̬̪̈ͤ͊ͫ̈́͌r̯̻̗͚̅̾l̲͍ő̦̦̼͐̾ͫͤ̚ȓ̨̀̃d̻̊ͣ̌̈́̉ͦ?̩̬̣̪͙̒͗ͬ̄̄́ͅ”

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"How astute of you.  Care to help me get a hold of him?  Or are you going to sit there with your digit up your valve?"

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weaponized-conversation replied to your photo: …Tarn. I can assure you I have nothing that…

“Overlord, Ultra Magnus. That is what belongs to us.”

While I am not inclined to want to keepOverlord, he has his crimes to pay for as well. But you will not be the one to administer the punishment.

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"I am finding this all the more amusing.  I am wondering why you think you have jurisdiction over me and over Overlord.  Hand him over, and I will try and punish him for the Autobot 'cause.'  I am feeling rather generous."

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"Look I'm busy, come back later" Overlord gruffed, frowning.

"Come back later?  Oh my my my my my.  You really DO think this is up for debate?  We aren't a door to door sales person, Overlord.  You are either coming with us alive and then sent to your impending doom, or you are going to be mutilated where you stand."

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get-melted started following you.

“Finally.  It always takes the rest of you philistines forever and a sol to get your afts to a location.”

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“Sorry boss. You know how crazy things have been around here lately. Now I guess it’s just a matter of getting the rest of us together.”

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"I am sure Vos will be here at some point.  Kaon, perhaps, along with Tesarus.  It is too early to make a call on this.  Overlord is among us, Helex.  Looks like we have a game of hunt on our hands."

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get-melted started following you.

"Finally.  It always takes the rest of you philistines forever and a sol to get your afts to a location."

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rabblehouse replied to your post: autobotarchivist liked your post.

((We all up in yo dash, likin’ yo posts and botherin’ yo tarns!))

[[Yes yes, of course.  Because I just speak the truth.]]

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autobotarchivist liked your post.

[[I see you there liking my post.]]

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The not all too shocking realization that you are far more twisted than most others you meet.  Hm!

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ask-chromedome started following you.

"Well would you look at that.  Seems someone decided to show himself.  Here to get revenge for the micro nuissance?"

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its-slowly-getting-brighter started following you.

"Dead mech walking."  Tarn said with some enthusiasm at he met his newest follower, "Or perhaps already dead.  I see some mechs still can't make it home to the well."

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Online.

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Recharge.

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“Well Archivist, indulge me.”  Throwing Rewind down roughly, his pede slammed onto that small frame to pin the Autobot.  “Tell me why the Lost Light is hunting for the Knights of Cybertron.  Tell me why a Prime would put his lackeys in danger over some myth, a legend.”

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Rewind gasped out as his chestplate was dented inward, his visor cracking from the sudden weight and pressure. “Aahh—ah…hnn…” Finally regaining his composure, the small mech spoke up, “Rodimus w-wants to restore Cybertron to it’s golden age; he found a map! It supposedly leads to Cyberutopia—where the Knights are! That’s all I know!”

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Driving his pede to start crushing Rewind’s small frame, Tarn listened to those wary words.  “That’s all?  I thought archivist were a fountain of knowledge who’s spigot we could lick.”  Leaning back, the DJD leader wrapped his digits around his pointed chin in thought briefly. “Start spilling more, Rewind.  Who is leading your crew.  Who all is among you.  Is there a Mech known as Deadlock lurking among your pitiful ranks?”

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Rewind started to kick at the floor from the new weight placed on his chassis, letting out a strained groan before finally gasping through a vent. “Rodimus is! He’s heading it with Ultra Magnus…D-Deadlock? Dea—YES. Yes there is, he goes by Drift now…Just let me go now, please, PLEASE!”

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Easing his weight off of Rewind, Tarn chuckled to himself. "Drift, hm?  You have me curious now, Rewind.  I wonder why Lockdown was unable to capture our lost soldier..Could it be that the bounty hunter's age is catching up with him?"  The Decepticon was thinking out loud to himself, the wheels of his mind turning feverishly as he pondered summoning the rest of his Division.  Lifting his heavy pede off the small archivist, he gave that dainty frame one powerful kick to finish the deal.  He had some new information, some that would come in handy soon.  "Just for aiding the cause, Rewind, I might just give you the helm of your guardian as a gift.  You never know."

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askcyclonus started following you.

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“Unfortunate.  Simply unfortunate.  However, quite resourceful on your part.  Credit where credit is due in escaping the forgotten Cybertron.  However, to think yourself an equal among your leader.  Foolish, is it not?  Leaders, Lords, they are gods to us.  As for your lack of interest in Lord  Megatron, I consider that rather impudent on your behalf.  He has lead as through many things, and while he is not among us for the time being, he still continues to lead.”  Tarn brushed off the words of the horned mech, helm shaking in near disgust, “I would also like to state, Cyclonus.  If you are not a Decepticon, you are an Autobot.  If you are not an Autobot, you are a N.A.I.L.  Make up your mind and pursue the rightful cause, instead of meandering wherever you get a full cup of energon to sate your thirst.”

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Foolish?  You seem to forget that even your “Lord” Megatron began as a lowly miner.  He was no God, as his current state of demise would easily point out. Our leaders could only be as great as the ones that stood beside them, and as I shared my beliefs with Galvatron in the beginning, I therefore saw myself as standing on equal grounds with him.  *raises an optic ridge*  And I assume you think that it is through your hand that he still leads?  Your war has ended, Tarn, there is nothing more to fight for—chaos and disarray rules now.  *scoffs*  I don’t have to put myself in a category for you, I refuse to abide by the obsessive compulsions to organize and divide the Cybertronian race that you share with this new society.  I choose my own path, my own name.

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"Our dear Lord is no more deceased than myself or you.  The war also will not be over until Lord Megatron has his say.  Though I am sure that you would have some knowledge of that, yes?  I am not going to prattle on about your belief system with Galvatron, but I will linger on one thing, if I may indulge you?  You may make your own path now, Cyclonus, but you can only walk it for so long before certain memories and past events eat at your chassis.  You may make your own name, you may try to be different or even better than the rest of us in the factions, but in the end you are one lone mech against two opposing sides.  You play them both well, I will admit.  You even wore the Decepticon insignia at one point, did you not?  Though you growl and snarl at the memory of it.  It is only a matter of time, Cyclonus.  With that little seed planted in that processor of yours', I bid you a fruitful sol."