It was an idea I had…
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Pharma hung limply under Tarn’s arm. He could move, if he wanted, the DJD had repaired him, even given him new hands. Tarn had been downright soliticous, and that terrified him. What did they have planned, he wondered. So he remained limp and passive, letting Tarn carry him along. He looked around, memorizing the layout of the base, wondering if he could make a break for it… even without his T-cog, he could fly… and none of the DJD could. But where would he go? The Autbots would execute him, Decepticons, similar. There was nothing for him.
Fic: Transforming
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