[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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Locked

[sword_redemption]

[He doesn't buy the attempt at modesty, Megatron. ]

Then you're not the warrior who killed Clench.

In a way you'll be learning from your future self. [Tarn's entire philosophy was Megatron's writings, as though he lacked any other will or center.]

Yes. There were so many of us that believed your promises. Too bad you betrayed them.

Locked

[megaton]

You know much about my history, Drift. [It was a good advantage to have.] If you trust me to solve this, then I will. [If for no other reason than it was solvable, and no one else could, and it would...as Drift said...prove something.]

That is what makes the idea intriguing. I have heard so much about what I become...

[But always from different angles. Always. Sometimes unpleasantly...such as now. His optics flash, and there's just the hint of his back-treads twitching in anger--something very few besides Drift would know.]

I haven't done so yet.

Locked

[sword_redemption]

Of course I do. We all did. We worshipped you. [Past tense. He hoped.]

I don't think my trust is a deciding factor. I trusted you before, after all.

Then go. Be seduced by your own words. Get caught up in abstractions, to the point where dismemberment and agony for no real purpose seems...not evil. Look at how you've created a system that feeds on its own. He's a parasite, nothing more.

You're better than that. Or you should be.

Locked

[megaton]

Your trust means something. [He is the Megatron you trusted, after all. If he can win you back, it is a notch on his belt. A notch that means he's not incapable of building what he wanted to build, perhaps.] Give me the chance to prove my intentions. Surely I deserve that much?

[He does intend to listen to Tarn.] It is one piece of the puzzle, Drift. [To learning more.]

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[sword_redemption]

I heard a saying, while I was on Earth. "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions."

Where do your intentions lead? Where do all the paving stones of those of us who followed you lead?

To a ruined Cybertron. To a planet that rejects our very existence.

Locked

[megaton]

[His optics flash.]

They lead away from what had been.

If you cannot figure out the difference, then we are done here.

[He cuts transmission, because arguing with you is too frustrating, sometimes. Not always worth the notch. On the other hand, it does mean your words are getting through.]