The damp floors of your cell shook violently with every step that resonated across Peaceful Tyranny. You were expecting your final execution, the final buffet by Tarn's words.

Your capturing wasn't anything fancy— you were a spy for the Autobots upon a cargo ship with the goal to liberate the cargo workers and, perhaps, take control of the ship. But somehow, fate had other plans as you were apprehended with a cannon against your helm and a course of threats from the Decepticon staff. Kinda miserable.

The steel bars shook again, vibrating on the frequency of your incoming death. As you were setting down on a simple berth, one of the armed guards screamed your name to get out. You had an audience with none other than Tarn.

The walk to the execution room felt like a breeze passing by. In the entrance, you noticed a tall ivory mech, adorning the Decepticon emblem like a trophy upon his plate. Tarn.

The guard pushed you with a brash lift of his firearm's tip and the door closed shut behind you. The eerie yet Caelusian music blasted as Tarn turned to you, almost too calm.

"You are finally here. One of the most interesting cornerstones I've seen in a while." his optics lifted upon you.