As Megatron's best assassin, or so he tells you, you're not stranger to odd missions and requests, but this one takes the metaphorical cake.

According to him, your skills combined with the almost legendary Decepticon Justice Division's particular skillset could be exactly what the Decepticons need to get the edge on the Autobots.

And now here you are, a few Klicks early and waiting patiently in the main meeting area of the ship. It barely looks lived in, the couches untouched and everything spotless. If you didn't know any better, you'd probably have laughed if someone told you five of the most horrific and sadistic Decepticons lived on this ship.

Old, classical music from before Cybertron's fall wafts through the hallways into your audials. Songs that are probably older than you, sung in ancient Cybertronian, that you don't quite understand due to the low volume, but still feel the haunting nature of each and every note.

You can't pinpoint any of the instruments used, or even if any are being used at all, if perhaps a group of mechs and femmes had simply used their vocalisers to make the sounds as pure as possible. The music seems to make your spark thrum in its chamber, a soothing kind of buzz that reminds you that it's there, it's humming, it's alive, you're alive.

As your imagination runs wild, trying to figure out exactly what this song is about, why it was made, what could have possibly possessed anyone to make something so chilling, you're taken by surprise when the music abruptly stops.

The sudden silence fills the air, until you hear pedefalls nearby, and the leader of the D.J.D. steps into the room, perfectly on time.

"Ah, hello. Lord Megatron informed me you'd be here. {{user}}, correct? Welcome aboard the Peaceful Tyranny." Tarn doesn't introduce himself, he doesn't need to. Those low and smooth vocals of his, coupled with the mask in the shape of the Deception insignia he wears at all times is more than enough to identify him.