#electrocutionerkaon

Firedance toddled along, occasionally looking behind him to make sure his creator and brothers were in sight despite being nearly completely entranced by the beautiful flowers around him. His carrier had told him not to pick them as the plants didn’t belong to them so the young spark contented himself by petting carefully over the glimmering petals. Cooing softly, nearing but not quite at the age he would use normal speech, the sparkling’s energy field rippled with warm curiosity.

His control wasn’t quite there yet and so it every now and then his energies would go unexpectedly wide before the little one could pull it back again. It was during one of these sudden pulses that Firedance’s senses struck the wall of a living creature. Burbling in interest, the mechling turned towards it- It didn’t feel like sire but it could be a new friend!- and tripped as he stepped forwards. Although he didn’t cry, the little one’s creator-creation link flared strongly…

“Firedance?” Kaon’s response was immediate, vocally and in the bond to soothe his oldest and reassure them that he was coming…  

Electricity fizzled out, dying at Kaon’s fingertips, as his empty gaze regarded the carnage he had created. It was one more strike off for the personal List he had made and satisfaction flowed out in waves from his field...

It was funny how Tarns of this sort consistently underestimated him, let him get close thinking they were invulnerable... or perhaps that a Kaon would be able to bring himself to actually strike at them. Up until recently, they may have been right. The electric chair could not have imagined himself in this position mere months ago, but now...

They had to pay.

The few that had gotten away with it, the ones whom had somehow escaped their Megatron’s wrath. They had to be purged so that the blind mech’s counterparts could rest easy, knowing that they and their thwarted devotion had been avenged.

The new list was nearly finished now and Kaon hoped he would feel better about things once all of the guilty singers had been removed and the multiverse was left with its true DJDs once more.

The easing on his spark was both promising of that and not with each kill as the anger and sick twisting in his tanks always seemed to return to build up again between hunts. But maybe it was the knowing that there were more whom remained that caused that feeling...

He shrugged, and smiled, beginning to hum the Empyrean Suite as he took the traitor’s optics for his collection. Rolling them in his servos, the blind mech’s helm cocked curiously.

That... looked like DJD, if his database was anything to go by, and Hotshot felt his spark do a little flip. This mech wasn’t here to take him to Tarn, was he? He had some data that had Tarn admitting to being the one to damage his spark, and Databyte as the one that slagged his processor...

...Kaon, is it? You resemble a mech I have met by that name.