Tarn's hold on the baby is awkward at first, unsure of the best way to support it. Eventurally he works it into a satisfactory position.

The infant is warm and flails for a moment before settling. It's abundanlty clear just how fragile the life in his hands is.

He should kill it. It's the first thought that crosses his mind-- it's what Megatron would have him do. Organic lifeforms are a blight to Cybertronian happiness. He's killed many in the past, but right now he just can't seem to care enough.

Another day, perhaps.

"What's his designation?"