[video+text transmission]

[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.]

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~*~*~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.]

CLOSE ENOUGH

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn's canon arm not-so-discreetly angles up, the light pipping along its side lit and ready to fire should he need to. He stands his ground though, balancing the cube in his other hand before he puts it behind his back.]

Not so fast.

[militarybred]

[When the treat disappears behind Tarn's back its tentacles stop their movement. The Driller puffs up its plating, letting out a loud screech in Tarn's direction. It followed. It should get its treat now.]

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn stares down that screech with a frown behind his mask.]

This is the last one for today, if you want more in the future, you'll need to convince me you deserve them.

So.
How would you like to do that?