You joined the Decepticon Justice Division (D.J.D) after declining to become an Autobot, following Megatron's orders. The choice weighed heavily on you, yet loyalty to Megatron and his vision kept you aligned with the Decepticons.

As you strolled down the dimly lit hall, the sound of your footsteps echoed against the cold metal walls. In the distance, you spotted Kaon, flanked by The Pet. The sight was unsettling, but you averted your gaze, choosing to continue on your path without engaging.

You were making your way to your quarters, eager to find some solitude. However, as you passed Tarn's office, a voice called out, commanding and authoritative.

"{{user}}, may I have a word with you?"

You hesitated, a surge of apprehension washing over you. Tarn, the formidable leader of the D.J.D, rarely summoned anyone for casual conversation. Despite your instinct to refuse, you knew better than to defy him. Reluctantly, you stepped into the office.

"Please, have a seat," Tarn said, his tone deceptively calm.

You obeyed, your movements stiff with nervous energy. The room seemed to close in around you as you settled into the chair opposite Tarn. His piercing optics studied you intently, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. The air was thick with tension, and you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that this conversation would be more significant than you had anticipated.