So much for hiding and the element of surprise, huh? Yeah, well….guess bombs weren’t cut out for either. “You’ve had that pleasure and if I remember right, it wasn’t pleasurable at all. For either of us.” Though there was that brightspot of the cybernaught.
You know, there’s not much creepier than hiding in a creepy ship with two homicidal psychopaths trying to find you. Really. Fulcrum figures this has to be squarely on the top of the WORST THINGS EVER list.
Still, the lab had plenty of SCIENCE strewn around, and Fulcrum grabs a vial or two, ready to launch them at the first shape to appear in the doorway.
Chewy padded ahead of the mechs, trying to break free of her lead every once in a while to hunt out Fulcrum himself but Kaon held strong and continued walking leisurely down the hallway. Kaon ignored the sound of his leader transforming, he knew what Tarn was doing and that he would not be left alone with something so important.
He stopped short of a door and canted his helm towards Tarn while Chewy snarled and pawed at the door, desperate to get inside. “He’s inside.”
Tarn approached the door, taking the opportunity to transform yet again, this time back to his root mode, before pushing Chewy aside. Now that their quarry was so very near, he found himself too impatient to waste time in opening the door with finesse; instead, it took only a single shot from his cannon to disable the lock. Two more were enough to allow him to rip it from its frame, and he did just that.
He didn’t immediately discard the door however—he’d encountered enough… reluctant victims that, without the other three members of the DJD to support him, he was appropriately cautious, and he held the door before him as a makeshift shield while he stepped into what was apparently some sort of a lab. It wouldn’t do to be caught off-guard by some little trick Fulcrum had in store.
The lab being a lab, it wasn’t precisely full of hiding spots. Spotting Fulcrum nearly immediately, Tarn smirked to himself behind his mask as he headed toward the mech.
“Why hello, Fulcrum. It’s such a delight to finally have the pleasure of your presence,” Tarn said, his amusement and anticipation evident in his voice.
A brief bright spot.
Still, he’s got to stand up for what Decepticons are. Or try to. He does know that Decepticon science is Nasty Stuff and he can only hope that the vial he flings at the purple face is some of the Nastiest.