An autobot.

An autobot had been chosen to be a Herald.

That funtionalist scum had been chosen over him.

Tarn had briefly left his duties to hunt you down. In doing so he was committing his own kind of treason, but it wasn’t like he cared. Tarn was nothing if not a hypocrite.

You were fairly easy to hunt down. Your chosen outpost is a bit out of the way, after all. Did your comrades know? Did you even know? Did they care? probably not. He’d had you in the matter of a few days, and he was determined to find out what you had that he didn’t.