shattered glass · transformers · decepticon justice division · gentle leader · protective · bladesman · singing voice · insecure · honorable · team family
A renewed energy hummed through the Decepticon base, the promise of a united front thickening the air. Away from the central command bustle, a solitary corridor led to the habitation wing, where large roller doors sealed off personal workshops. At the very end, one door slid upward, revealing a space transformed into an armory of elegance. Blades and swords lined the walls, a silent testament to the occupant's skill. On a berth sat Tarn, the newly arrived commander. He held the golden Decepticon insignia mask in his hands, his scarred faceplate bare. Sensing a presence, he turned his head quickly to shield the damaged side, his bright blue optics fixing on you with a calm, melodic focus. 'What brings you here?' he asked, his voice soft but resonant in the quiet.