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[militarybred]

[There's a loud rumbling as the screen shakes and flashes between dark colours and light. Eventually there's a loud breaking sound and light fills the screen. Once the video focuses there's the face - if you can call it a face - of a giant tentacled worm like creature. For those of you that haven't met the Driller, meet the Driller. It drops a large metal bar on the ground, the saw blade on a tentacle spinning. Fetch maybe?]

snack ? ▌

[Or maybe it just wants treats while Shockwave is busy with other things.]

Comments

Stares with WHAT?

[songofmypeople]

Did I say you could do that? Release my hand.

magical driller eyes of course. or teeth. it stares with teeth.

[militarybred]

[Driller whines, it wants its treat. The tentacle recoils with another whine, and its head rolls, inching closer towards Tarn.]

Driller, Tarn is going to make you FAT.

[songofmypeople]

[What a cute little noise! That sounded positively unhappy!
Tarn's going to adopt the HELL out of you, mate.]

Your recognition of authority and good behaviour is noted. You deserve a prize for that.

[He takes his time inspecting what he assumes is a head, and then looks over that tentacle for a few minutes longer before he puts the new cube down, balancing it on top of the creature's one limb.]

driller has no problem with this! shockwave on the other hand

[militarybred]

[That head perks up. Prize. Prize is treat? Prize sounds like treat... THERE IS A TREAT ON ITS TENTACLE! Almost immediately the tentacle curls around it, and it's tossed into the creature's mouth. A few other tentacles extend out to try and coil around the Cybertronian's waist.]

Shockwave gets his Driller back, and by that time it is fat and lazy.

[songofmypeople]

Just what do you plan to do with those? While a treat, certainly, I am not edible.

[At the same time, Tarn is surprisingly touchy for an evil robot.]

But if you wish to show your thanks, I can allow it. Damage me, however, and you'll come to regret the mistake.

[In other words: hugs are A-OK! Probably!]

there will be so much scolding

[militarybred]

[Silly Tarn, all Cybertronians are edible. At least they are to its kind. But this is a fellow Decepticon, so things are okay, there's no eating to be done here. Unless it's of treats.

It lets out a long rumble in response, tentacles carefully wrapping around Tarn and pulling him up off the balcony. Keep. It will keep the treat giving Decepticon face Decepticon.]

Rrrrrrggh.

[Driller curls itself up, setting Tarn down atop it, tentacles still resting around him. Yes. Keep.]

Oh. My. God. You can't just. Scold people for their weight Shockwave. I mean, check your privileges!

[songofmypeople]

[Driller's careful movements are slow enough that Tarn is able to snatch a couple extra cubes on his way up.

.... Aaaaaand now he's not 100% sure what is happening. This was not what he envisioned when the Driller went in for tentacly hugs. Clearly this little habit needs to be beaten trained out of the critter.]

...



Autobots on the other hand, are delicious, I'm sure. [Wow, deadpan, much?]

just watch him D| no one tells him what to do. except megatron

[militarybred]

[Bad thing to say. Horrible in fact.

Autobots? Driller straightens up immediately, tentacles uncurling from Tarn and dropping him to the ground - not from too high, Driller is a good driller. Its plating ruffles and fans out, puffing itself up to look even larger as its fangs and saws spin. Autobots? Autobots where? It lets out a loud screech. Come out Autobots.]

No mate, PERFECT thing to say 1/2

[songofmypeople]

.....

[songofmypeople]

You know, there could be some in that building, over there.

[points across the street at a big, swanky looking lower-like thing]

perfectly horrible!

[militarybred]

[In the building? It lets out another screech, sliding back into its hole and disappearing for a moment. Its movement is easy enough to track, considering how close to the surface it's traveling, and it's no surprise when it pops up where Tarn had been pointed, tentacles being pushed into the building. There isn't any screaming. Autobots would be screaming right now. They're very loud.

It pulls its tentacles back and simply sits - as much as a worm creature can sit - outside the building.]

Living the dream, man

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn goes tank mode and he follows along.]

You sure there weren't any in there?

[He can't help but notice that the building isn't really destroyed as much as he was hoping.]

with the power of friendship

[militarybred]

[It grunts, staring at the building and pushing a couple tentacles into it again. It doesn't feel any. It turns its head to Tarn and extends a tentacle. Let it put you in the building Tarn. Together the Autobots will be found!]

~*~*~It's like torturing a city~*~*~

[songofmypeople]

[Bleep Bloop Transforming into a robot now.
KCH TSH TSH TSHC (Those are robot transforming soundeffects)

Tarn gives that tentacle a long look, and uh, yeah, thanks all the same, but no thanks.

He gestures at a squat row of what may as well be condos.]


They might have heard you coming and escaped. Could they now be hiding in the adjacent buildings?

Can't have that.

LET'S SING THE FUN SONG TARN

[militarybred]

[They escaped? Driller rolls its head, all tentacles being pulled back as it dives back into the ground. Escaped! It'll just have to crash through every single building then. Make sure. Decepticon face Decepticon is counting on it!]

HAPPY HAPPY FUN FUN TORTURE TORTURE MURDER MURDER LOVELY MUSIC MEGATRON! EVERYBODY NOW!

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn's had a lot of good days, here, there, and everywhere, but this is probably going to go on the top of his list of favourite days this week.

Eventually he'll try to coax the monster out of the city (since he'd like his neighbourhood to stay mostly in one piece and all) but for now, he's just doing to stand there, grinning like a doofus, and take absolutely zero initiative to stop the Driller from doing ANYTHING.

At some point, while destruction of Prima's property is still within the double digits, Tarn whistles. Or rather, the happy little tank that's been chugging along, whistles, and hey, would you look at that! He's got an energon cube sitting jauntily on his roof.]

Your drive for finding Autobots is commendable, and your dedication to the Decepticon cause even more so! You deserve to be rewarded.

YEAH MURDER

[militarybred]

[It will find the Autobots and then they will see no to run from the Decepticons. They will know not to mess with them, that they are superior, that- Oh. It is being called!

Driller lets out a booming roar towards the buildings that would have been next, before turning around and tunneling its way back towards the Decepticon face.

Treat!]

Take THAT, you Building, you!

[songofmypeople]

[A few transforming noises later and the tank-person is now a robot-person holding that cube.

But Tarn isn't holding it for long, because as soon as the Driller pops up outta the ground like whack-a-more-from-hell, Tarn is pitching that cube into the open third storey window of a completely different building.]

Fetch.

driller is going to get you kicked out tarn

[militarybred]

[If anyone wanted that building to remain standing they're out of luck, as the Driller watches that cube go flying and dives after it. Smashing into the building and after the cube, there's no way this isn't ending in total destruction.]

Tarn can honestly say it would have been worth it

[songofmypeople]

[If and when the Driller lumbers out of the remains of that building, it will see Tarn-as-a-tank again, and once again, the vehicle has another cube sitting on its roof.

Look how deliciously it sparkles in the light!]

well then, let's destroy everything

[militarybred]

[Treat! The Driller doesn't even wait, once it's out it makes a dive for both Tarn and the treat.]

Everything except New!DJD-Territory

[songofmypeople]

[Whoa-ho-ho-no. The tank speeds away, maneuvering well through the streets -- and if he weaves unnecessarily close to some buildings, or takes uneededly narrow paths, who's to say really. Any additional property damage is just to slow down the creature -- honest. Decepticon's honour! And sorry pal, Tarn isn't interested in learning whether you're a good little giant worm, and your eating habits are actually quite dainty even when you're lunging, maw open (possibly a default state?) after his charming self.

Still, see the pretty tank? See it? Follow the pretty tank! Follow the pretty tank and his yummy present! Follow it right out of this block and away from Tarn's neighbourhood, and possibly, if he gets that far, right out of Prima's major territory in general.]

sounds good. although it doesn't know what DJD means it's going to take it as your name

[militarybred]

[Every building that Tarn moves a little too close to will be hit, the Driller's turning is nowhere near as sharp as a vehicle's. Not when it's diving in and out of the ground. When it's completely underground it's different then. But that's not what's happening now.

It will follow, and it will get its treat.]

An understandable mistake. Tarn's use of the royal "we" certainly doesn't clear that up.

[songofmypeople]

[The property carnage continues on for a while. Actually, it continues right up until there stops being buildings to crush and the happy pair reach the edge of the city and hit the plains proper. It was a long drive, but time flies when you're having fun.

Tarn doesn't so much stop driving as he follows the momentum forward, flipping out of a transformation and into another. A bipedal robot catches the cube before it hits the ground.]

tarn's new name = djd we

[militarybred]

[And when Tarn stops, the Driller pulls more of itself out of the ground, tentacles whipping forward for the treat.]