Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2015 2:31:05 GMT
Red optics stared at the datapad held before him, looking through the literature he had taken his favoring to. He usually found himself like this; set away in the more reclusive section of the living quarters where he could sit back and read or study without interruption. It wasn't as though many dare to cross his threshold anyway, even those he called, but he found himself more and more isolated as the months on the Nemesis progressed. This was... solitude at its finest, not even bothering to call upon those he had considered to be family. Instead he would be back and forth between various locations of the ship, silently listening to conversations around him to see if anything required a more focused bit of attention. Lately there had been a lot of whispering but very little that he cared about to bother himself with. The DJD seemed to be something of Legend- a history within the Decepticon ranks that was spoken of to scare little sparklings or those who dare to stray from the faction's path. Less and less as an apparent threat.
Shutting off the datapad, Tarn laid it down on his table and stood from his berth, looking around his living space. He left it then, only the sound of his heavy walk being heard.
Shutting off the datapad, Tarn laid it down on his table and stood from his berth, looking around his living space. He left it then, only the sound of his heavy walk being heard.