His Loyal Acolyte

Rung cannot, will not, tear his gaze away from the hulking tank. But he wills himself to straighten his spinal strut-- to meet Tarn's gaze, chin lifted and antenna at ease, his servos clasped behind his back. He has to.

Never again the wretched plaything, never again an abused and beaten slave. He is Rung, and whatever that means is up to him. No matter the circumstances.

His oculars catch the overhead light and obscure those tired optics, but his own field is laid open for Tarn's examination as the mech pleases; stubbornness, hope, curiosity. Courage. A trace of something sore and tender underneath, like a fresh bruise.

"What you see of me is the truth." Tarn answered, voice soft but sure. "I play no role, for all that remains of myself is presented by the symbol of my people." The mask was his face, and the face behind it was the imposter. "I should not have doubted you. To insist that you are wholly sincere was an unreasonable demand on my behalf."

Slowly, he raised his own hand, and gently wrapped his fingers around the Siren's small, fragile servo. "I believe the time has come for you to leave the confines of this chamber. It makes for a poor stay, and I intend to host you as my guest and not my treasure." To be locked away and enjoyed only by himself.

He took a moment to take a self assessment, now that he was somewhere actually safe, and now that he had aggravated his wounds enough to really feel them. The open wound in the center of his chest was the worst, but he did also have a few noticeable gouges across his arms and a fairly large one that looked to be made with the same blade on his upper leg, above the knee joint. At least the wounds were no longer actively leaking energon, so that was a step in a positive direction. He'd definitely seen better days, and it certainly felt like it, as well. If he never saw his Megatron again, it would be too soon. Frankly, if he saw any Megatron, it would be too soon. Which didn't bode well for him going to this universe, but he would make due if Tarn was telling the truth about him.

When his attention was drawn to the cube, he reached out slowly and took the cube, holding it close for a moment, letting a small smile grace his features at the previous, much happier memory they had shared. A peaceful night. He looked at the energon, before he looked up at Tarn. "If this takes the edge off and lets me rest until I can be seen by your physician, then I will personally thank this Nickel." He insisted. He took a split moment to brace himself for the worst, before he tossed back the medical energon in one go.

Oh. Oh.

"I'm certain Nickel will greatly appreciate your gratitude rather than the usual complaints she receives regarding her personal blend." The tankformer spoke in a light, conversational tone, and felt quite the sympathetic pang in his spark when Starscream tossed the cube back. Doing so was much better than taking time to savour the taste, but the taste lingered much longer than it had any right to.

Tarn couldn't help chuckling a little when the Seeker stuck out his glossa. He picked up the empty cube, and placed it within a chute in the wall to be taken to a specialized cleansing chamber, where it would soak in a solution for a few hours.

"They know what to do, in case of my absence. Everything could be rescheduled, of course, but it takes effort." And it would push his work onto others, no matter how little they had to do in order to keep the balance when Pharma wouldn't be present. "I'm not concerned about the hospital, as I know it won't suddenly collapse without my presence." Or so he hoped. The facility was running without his guidelines before, and he could imagine it wouldn't suddenly fall apart. It took Pharma to admit his vulnerability and tiredness to modify the schedule in order to accommodate his absence.

The tankformer came to him and rested his mask against Pharma's helm, the jet didn't move away or flinch. Cycling a soft ex-vent, he looked up at Tarn. "I know it's not because of the skills I possess, but those surely came in handy when you've met me to present the deal back on Messatine." His smile was soft, but it was there, present. After the changes in schedule were updated, the medic turned his datapad off and walked towards the door, wishing to leave the office in Tarn's company.

Soon, the two of them were in their suite. The skyline view of New Kaon through the floor length windows was always worthy of pause, no matter the circumstances. Tarn took a moment to soak in the fruit of his work of many years, and reassured himself silently that his actions were not without reason.

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