#tarma

Only for years to pass. He carries the sparkling to term. Hiding it away in Delphi. Already plotting. Can recognize more of Ratchet's CNA in the bitty than his own. He'll raise this youngling to become a better medic than Ratchet. To replace him as the Autobot CMO.

Raise them to hate the creator who abandoned them. (That Ratchet never knew of their existence is an unnecessary detail.)

Time passes. Pharma uses the miners to train his creation. Teaches him everything he knows while keeping them hidden from First Aid and Ambulon. Waiting until they're old enough to be introduced as a new medic to the clinic.

And then the Tarn arrives, luring Pharma away from the Delphi clinic to make his deal. Pharma more desperate than ever to protect all within. Accepting. Keeping what he's doing away from Ambulom, First Aid, and now his own creation.

Said creation growing more suspicious by the orn.

The bitty catching a virus from one of the miners he was operating on. Pharma reacting far less rationally than he ever could have expected. Has poured so much effort into his bitty. Placed so many expectations. His revenge and his future. Completely blowing off Tarn to take care of his creation.

Goes on long enough that Tarn visits the clinic. To check if Pharma is dead or soon to be dying.

Stealthy despite his size, Tarn slinks through the clinic. Passing by guards unnoticed. Hears them gossiping about Pharma being quarantined to quarters over a nasty virus. Doesn't tell his crew to stand down from where they're loitering outside, waiting for the order to finally slaughter the Autobot outpost. But he does make a mental note of the guards' words. If Pharma is borderline comatose, he might be lenient. After implying the good doctor needs to grovel, bowed and on his knees, to earn forgiveness. The idea of entertaining himself with a weakened, ill, for once compliant Pharma is equally appealing. It's Tarn's first time visiting the Delphi clinic in person. He navigates the halls with ease, whistling a casual tune he makes up on the spot. The sweet sound of it capable of knocking any wandering Autobots into recharge. Goes straight toward Pharma's room. Knows the way.

Has viewed a holographic layout of the clinic multiple times. Knows where every room and office is. Has stroked his claws over Pharma's virtual home multiple times, imagining plucking out the good doctor and delivering him to the Peaceful Tyranny. Being done with backdoor deals taking more direct control of his medical needs.

Taking his recreational wants as well.

Reaching Pharma's door, keying in the code to unlock it. Of course he knows. There is no place on Delphi for which he cannot enter.

Stepping into the pitch black room, the door closing behind him. Quietly stepping toward the berth, finding Pharma curled up around a...is that?

His engine rumbles. Pharma's optics immediately snapping open.

Tarn chuckles, low and dark.

"My, my, it would seem you have a knack for keeping secrets, doctor. And here I thought mine was the only one. Should I be offended?"

There is a youngling clutching Pharma's chassis. It continues to slumber despite the noise. The sudden terrified click of Pharma's fans activating as a flight functions activate. Planning to run? Tarn tsks.

All this for Pharma to eventually be forced to explain that the bitty is his. No, he has no idea who the sire is. (Tarn knows he's lying) And that he had no choice but to cut his comms and stay with his creation. The virus is a mild inconvenience for a fully upgraded mech. Deadly to a youngling.

Tarn getting a wonderful, terrible idea. A completely new mind untarnished by the world. One who has not heard the blessings of Megatron's words. The blasphemy of Optimus Prime.

Les chibanis adorent

Venez vous caller au chicha le Corsaire , y'a bon callage, le foot, le baby foot, vasy y a le billiard aussi !!! Et tu peux callage Khaled, il te met bien !

Khaled is a 29-year-old Algerian, born in Béjaïa. He works on construction sites, and in the evenings he's a waiter at the Kabyle shisha bar "Le Corsaire," 22 rue de La Fare, in Belsunce, Marseille. 13001 Marseille

I redraw this scene once again, I love metal slug and I feel my style today suits better the feeling of those games.

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