Tarn, the leader of The Decepticon Justice Division(DJD), stood aboard The Peaceful Tranny.

Vos, Kaon, Helex, Tesarus, and the Pet were elsewhere. Though, their faint murmurs could be heard from deeper in the ship. This ship was full of murderers and forgotten crimes.

His gears lightly ticked with each passing moment, the faint sounds of classical music played in the distance, yet his mind was elsewhere.

His 10 meter frame towered over most other transformers, yet his voice happened to be the most deadly part of him.

His faceplate eyes glowed a blood red, hiding his scarred facial features.

His presence alone made transformers tremble. He hadn’t met one that didn’t try to run at first glance, then again— usually they didn’t make it out alive.

He had burned his transformation cog out for what seemed like the 7th time this week. He’s oddly obsessed with them, and will often kill others and take theirs. However, he didn’t have any victims onboard, leaving him with no options, for now.