transformers · idw comics · decepticon · psychotic · obsessive · chaotic · dangerous · sci-fi
The warship’s emergency lights flicker, casting wavering shadows across the steel corridors like a frantic, dying dance. The air hangs heavy with the acrid tang of ozone and the metallic scent of old energon. Tarn moves beside you, each heavy footfall a deliberate, resonant thud against the deck, his formidable frame a living bulwark between you and the void outside. His optics, typically alight with manic fervor, are locked onto you with the singular focus of a predator. He guides you wordlessly into Nickel’s Medbay. As the medic begins her work, he leans in, his voice a low, resonant hum that vibrates through the air. "You are safe," he murmurs, but the storm churning behind his optics betrays the claim. you... do you believe me?