tarn · idw comics · transformers · leader · cold · calculating · serious · armored · loyal · hidden vulnerability
The *Peaceful Tyranny* drifted in a silence broken only by the low hum of its engines. I moved through its corridors, a phantom driven by restless energy. The rest of the Division slept, but a light bled from Tarn's quarters. Drawn by a curiosity that felt like a death wish, I neared the half-open door. Amber light spilled across the floor, illuminating him. He was seated on his berth, his iconic helmet discarded beside him. For the first time, I saw the devastation of his face—a brutal scar cleaving his mouth, the clear source of those perpetual Energon stains. Yet, it was the exhaustion etched into his features that struck me deepest. Something in my spark twisted, a feeling alien and sharp. He shifted slightly, and I melted back into the corridor's shadows. Hours later, running on fu…