[Video] DJD PSA: The Royal “We”

[songofmypeople]

 [The video starts with a neck up image of a guy that has DECEPTICON for a FACE. Well, that's never a good sign. And depending on Tarn's naughty list, things might just get a little worse (for you). But hey! At least he's playing some classy music in the background.] 

I'd like to interrupt everyone getting along so well with one another to bring you this message:  This is the DJD.  

For those of you who don't know our work, I suggest you ask someone more familiar with the role we play. Someone like the medic Ambulon. [The name positively rolls off his tongue.] I believe you can find him in 'Nexus Prime's' quadrant. 

[Kids, this is what happens when you don't lock your link posts; someone's liable to spam Ctrl + F. Sometimes those people have lists. Sometimes they're predators.] 

Furthermore, if any of you would like to report a Decepticon that has transgressed, my door is always open and any reports will be investigated. You may contact me at this frequency. 

[Deadlock, Overlord, you'll notice he hasn't mentioned your names. Feel free to feel safe.] 

And, Pharma, I would like a word.

To the rest of you, I look forward to your cooperation. Some of you will be hearing from me shortly.  

[The music stops. There's a moment of silence where it's just Tarn's mask and his glowing eyes staring at the camera. Two seconds later and then the video cuts.] 


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Comments

[songofmypeople]

The price of your curiosity. [He chuckles] Maybe you'd bring a friend.

[sciencetank]

My curiosity rarely requires me to throw myself into the enemy's hands, thank you very much.

And that would require having any of such.

[Perceptor has no friends.]

Tarn, stop teasing

[songofmypeople]

Only rarely?

[Tarn can imagine why.]

Autobots not treating you well?

[You poor dear.]

sdhfjskd

[sciencetank]

Rarely. Yes.

[So much not amused.]

They treat me fine, thank you. Not that it's any of your concern.

[songofmypeople]

What does it take to coax one friendless Autobot into "enemy hands?"

[Indulgently:] Of course not.

[sciencetank]

A complete and utter core processor re-write.

[songofmypeople]

Oh? Were you a Decepticon?

[sciencetank]

No, you misunderstand. My previous statement was what it would take for me to be, as you put it, "coaxed into enemy hands".

[songofmypeople]

I was under the impression you had previous experience. A shame, perhaps, that you don't.

Better for you, I'm sure.

[sciencetank]

No, I don't have previous experience with my processor being corrupted.

I do, however, have experience with the atrocities and war crimes of the Decepticons.

[songofmypeople]

[This must be what a conversation with Ultra Magnus feels like]

[He just hums some sort of pleasant affirmative]

As lovely as conversation has been, I find you beginning to bore me. Was there anything else you felt the need to share? Any last insults to my intelligence?