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Post by Vos on Jan 3, 2015 13:01:00 GMT
------Vosses Chambers---
Is what is scratched upon the doorway of the DJD member's room, and painted over with a now dried coating of energon as a brief warning of what may lay within these dreaded quarters. Instead of merely a handle to open the doorway, an actual servo is frozen in the position of an open palm for those who would like to push the door open and come in. The other side holds the same feature. In order to get in however, one must first get past the security system, which is a voice-activiated password that must be spoken before the door and it's handle is truly open.
---Inside--
Within these dreaded quarters are two berths, and tons of loose cables and cords hanging from the ceiling, with the purpose for either being used for torture, cortical psychic patches, or other unique features Voss has used them for. Some of these cables even have clawed servos on the ends of them, from previous victims who visited his room. The place is very well kept despite the use of appendages here and there, the holes in the sides of each wall, and randomly placed cabinets.
--features--
The reason for the holes in the wall is because, once Vos retrieves on of the controls on his desk, long tentacle like arms that are used for motion sensing can wrap around an escapee, or an unwelcome guest. Watch your step, and your back. As for the cabinets, they are full of various tools which can be used for scientific purpose, or torutre. Vos has also stored multiple poisons in these cabinets, most of which he has yet to test. The arms on the wall also can be used by the control which he has access to. Another important part of his chambers is a large box-shaped heavily armored machine called 'The Consumer'. This machine is capable of literally little by little draining the life force out of a victim, would they have an arm hooked up to them. The question is, which arms are connoted to this machine, and which arms aren't. The Consumer is also used to conduct or 'consume carious power sources, so beware elementals.
Another nifty little thing Vos uses in his room are the berths. One both are design to hold prisoners or guest still, and other wide varieties of 'customers'. Vos also uses these berths for the occasional upgrade, since like everything else in his room, everything has a double purpose. Vos also has a few collections of weapons and trophies stashed away in a secret trap door underneath his room, but that is also requiting a pass word if you find it.
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Post by Vos on Jan 7, 2015 13:55:09 GMT
Vosses room had been blown up some, but actually the mech hadn't been too surprised by the move on Skyspray's part. The walls were still functional, it was just that some of his toys on his desk, and his desk, had been destroyed and or damaged. The ground bridge which he had been planning to escape through had actually been angled in the center of his room, so nothing was impacted too badly, and after the first rounds, the room's tentacle arms did indeed try to adjust or pull scraps of cover over themselves. Vos had 'accidentally' left the tentacles on automatic, meaning they monitored his room. He had already opened the door, and shut it behind him, so noone could exit. It appeared, that the femme who had been forced in, was still blacked out.
Poor little femme.
The tentacles on the ceiling had wrapped themselves around her, and brought her up, forcing her against the wall so that she would be a prosoner in Vosses room. Vos picked up his remote, which had thankfully survived the damage. Vos typed in the orders for the arms to start tightening around the femme named Halberd, so that she could not escape as Vos commenced some clean up time.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 8, 2015 3:18:57 GMT
Halberd made a few small noise as her helm lolled from side to side and her optics slowly opened. The pain of her wounds collected, including how tight her restrains were around her limbs and threatening to crush her. She didn't struggle however, but her optics were locked onto Vos, studying him. Halberd didn't speak, blink, or move in anyway, keeping in mind that these tentacles could tighten with movement or command.
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Post by Vos on Jan 8, 2015 4:29:28 GMT
Vos had finished reorganizing his room now, and after all the work, he took a glance up, to look at the captured femme. She was awake, but she was quiet in her position on the ceiling, which told Vos that she did not have much to say. Vos had received the transmission about Shockwave being the new leader, and he gave a small sigh. He couldn’t just finish his business here? Surely, Shockwave only wanted to see the higher rankers, leaving Vos enough time to do his own little operation. Vos could here Tarn’s scolding voice though, and then silently sorted throughone of his cup-boards as he took out a small little hover drone, which was inactive. He sent the small probe out after unlocking his door.
The probe would be able to transmit what he was doing via Holo-image, so he could attend to this operation while he was at Shockwave’s little greeting. Vos turned his attention back to the femme after locking the door. He punched in the controls for the tentacles to lower her some, so that they would be eye-to eye level. “So. What made you decide you were not attacking the Autobot, doll?” Vos asked in his hissing ancient Cybertronian language, also experimenting to see if she understood him as he lifted her helm by the chin, so that she was looking at him in his hollow red-optics. The camera which the probe began to activate, signifying he would be on screen soon.
The camera was then functional, and Vos saluted his new leader, and then spoke in his ancient cybertronian tongue; ‘All hail Lord Shockwave. Apologies my liege for not making myself personally present, but I am currently dealing with our latest deserter in my quarters. It would be a shame if she slipped by grasp, yet I arranged for me to be here nonetheless---with our technology my liege.’ Vos finished, gesturing to Halberd as hekept his face to her. The camera actually made it look like he was facing Shockwave, while in reality his emotionless face looked at Halberd.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 8, 2015 4:54:24 GMT
Halberd had to run through memory files of the ancient language, and remembered learning it as she was also millions of years old like most bots. "Would you attack the last of you generation...?" Her tone was soft, in order to make him listen. She said no more, obviously waiting for another question. Smart remarks would only cause her more pain. The femme just wanted to repaired, it would better help the situation. In other words, she knew when to behave.
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Post by Vos on Jan 8, 2015 5:26:45 GMT
((GTG after this. I have flute lessons.))
Vos tapered with his control so that in the control room, it would look like he was still waiting for a reply. A few camera tricks, and Vos was good. The mech then looked at Halberd straight in her optics, as she revealed that she knew his language. Vos knew that he was one of the few mechs who knew the language, and that if this femme knew everything about it, she was one femme in a million who knew. That made a slight difference on what he would do to her.
"Oh, what a smart little femme. You even behave like a good girl, yet you have not answered my previous question; what made you turn sides?" Vos asked, his voice gave some hint of mild interest, as if he actually cared the slightest bit right now. He decided that he would watch and see how she reacted. If she kept her cool, then she was probably going to live. Vos also noticed that the femme didn't bother struggling, and acted calm even though she was in the same room as he was in. The figure still kept his servo so that her helm was lifted to face his own, and additional arms extended from the ceiling, twitching around and making sure Halberd was not going anywhere, some arms even curled themselves around he limbs and body, some of the sharp jagged edges of the appendages having a chance of piercing her armor in weak points, or getting into cracks.
The computer Vos had installed had a programming to keep a sharp optic on anyone who wasn't Vos with it's arms...including any DJD member. Someone could call Vos paranoid, but secretly Vos waited for one of the members such as Helex or Tesarus to snatch up a chance to bully him. He was not afraid, and he kew it wouldn't be fatal, but he might as well come up with some insurance.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 8, 2015 13:55:00 GMT
"Who said I turned sides?" She said normally, then her voicenwent down to more of an ex-vent than a whisper, "I wear no insignia." And it was true, there wasn't any marking on her wings, her chest, anywhere. Not even proof of her scratchibg one off. She copied his supposed expression of calmness, not moving when the tentacles found their ways into vulnerable spots. Yes, it hurt, but right now she was so focused on keeping calm.
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Post by Vos on Jan 8, 2015 14:19:03 GMT
Vos listened to the femme's reply, her calm voice still speaking in the snaky ancient Cybertronian. It did make Vos wish he had an optic ridge to raise in amusement as she pointed out she had no insignia. He let out the closest thing he could to a chuckle, which was small crackling gurgling sound, low in tone. "Ah, but you still bear a Decepticon signature. Even if you are not a Decepticon, you still associated yourself with an Autobot, and you know how the DJD works--I catch something, and I don't let it go. Until my prey ceases living." Vos flicked his servo off of Halberd's chin quickly, as to let his sharp servos scratch her chin.
The mech then casually directed his arms to shift the femme onto one of the berths, and then strap her in by the ankles, the wrists, and then the neck. The arms forcing her to hold still as she was strapped in forcefully.
"So Halberd---tell me, where shall we begin?"
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 8, 2015 14:58:38 GMT
"You can begin with trying to break me, tell me how utterly useless I am. I've grown stone to it." She said, sort of in a giving up tone, "But I will not lie about the fact that I associated myself with an Autobot." The way she spoke clearly stated that the other femme was more than just an ally, they both wore no insignia, therefore they were not of any side. The two were merely peace keepers, wanting to stop the war no matter what. Halberd closed her optics, putting her helm back and just admitting to pay the price for her 'crime'.
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Post by Vos on Jan 8, 2015 15:57:14 GMT
Vos just went to his cabinet, and began to shift through tools. After selecting a few, Vos came up to the berth, agonizingly slowly, at last he came to Halberd's side, and then just let a soft mumble emit from his vocoder. "I would start there...except as your luck would have it femme, I have yet to kill you. You won't be killed today, but you shall still pay the price. You even admitted to socializing with an Autobot...your mouth is what can get you into trouble, it would seem. You spoke to who knows how many other Autobtos, and encouraged anti-Decepticon movement...all with your mouth."
Vos said, as he readied more of the arms for a particular operation which was about to take place. Vos just went about prepping his little plan for the femme, and unfortunately for her, he would apply no pain killer in this little scenario. He placed his selected tools on a tray nearby, and then placed a digit over his faceplate-mask, where his own mouth would have been. "Shhhhhhhh." Vos gave another clue to what terrible fate awaited the femme.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 8, 2015 16:12:21 GMT
Halberd's optics opened, "I never encouraged anything, the Autobot doesn't know anything, and any secret we shared, she never told anyone. She is not an enemy," She stared at him, her optical glow getting brighter. She was telling the truth, "She... is part of my trine." She hated having to spit out the truth, even one that could endanger the last of the ones she loved.
"You can whatever you wanna know from me. But let me just say, you're going to lose a valuble source of information by doing this." As the last word left her mouth, her wings twitched, meaning that all she said wasn't a lie. Diamond had sometimes accidentally spilled some things she shouldn't have. And Halberd was about to betray her trust in order to live.
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Post by Vos on Jan 9, 2015 1:06:22 GMT
'Let me just say, you're going to lose a valuable source of information doing this.'
Vos kept on going about getting the final preparations for her operation complete, and before he just shrugged. She could tell him everything she want red to avoid this, but the picture of what he had in mind was in his helm, and he liked it the more he thought about it. Vos decided he would experiment on her first before he performed his little surprise on her, so that she would be feeling more pain and of course keep trying to talk him into stopping it. She had not even used flowery language yet, but Vos was waiting for it.
So he let one of the arms on the ceiling come out slowly, and then prick a needle in Halberd's neck, before it injected a green liquid into her. The liquid was not a liquid, it was actually a dose of millions of small nano-droids which would also be able to be controlled by Vosses remote. Vos punched in the coordinates of where they were to go in her body, so that he would be able to perform a form of torture that he had recently invented. The nano droids would group in numbers of about a hundred or so, and spread throughout her limbs, and her whole body, save the head. The arm which had held the needle retracted, and Vos himself took out a surgical knife, and began to remove Halberd's chest armor, so that he would have access to her spark chamber. He did it quickly, but he only sliced off her armor bit by bit, so she could feel pain.
One arm from the ceiling came down just above her helm, and from it's seemingly pointless stump spouted hundreds of little tendrils, and all connected themselves to the top of Halberd's helm, as the torturing commenced.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 9, 2015 1:31:24 GMT
It was only then Halberd felt pain. At least I tried. She told herself. The femme's abdomen lurched forward as pain shot through her body again, Must... escape...! Her helm bent back to it's limit just before the wires had connected. He was expecting her to beg like a pet, wasn't he? No way. Given her wisdom of bots torturing others, which she had a good share of, she knew that the ones who begged lived through the pain shorter than the ones who just screamed and cursed.
"I'll... do anything... you want." Halberd bit through the pain, her servos bunching together into a fist that shook due to how tight it was. Tears had threatened to well up in her optics as a natural response, but she forced them back, not letting the pain show her weak side.
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Post by Vos on Jan 9, 2015 2:25:18 GMT
Vos kept removing the armor that led to her spark chamber, relentless in his efforts to gain access to her soul and heart. Her armer was torn off, yet in the proper places so she wouldn't bleed to death. Vos knew the anatomy of Cybertronians, and he was going to get to her spark chamber if he was to carry out his little plan. He heard the small plea from the femme, who was trying not to cry due to the pain, and her knowledge of what was to come. She was scared.
"Oh yes." Vos said casually, "You will do exactly as I wish." Vos kept tearing through her armor, letting her experience more agony. At last, he gained access to the spark chamber. Vos knew the spark was a delicate thing, and if she was to survive what was to come then she would be his puppet. Vos pulled out a few more needles, and beckoned the arms on the ceiling the supply him with the tools, as he began to connect various wires and cables to her spark chamber. To give her something to chew on while he did this, he activated four large groups of his nano droids within her; all groups were thinly spread across her legs, and her arms. the rest of the droids just hid in her body, waiting for their turn. He instructed these little droids to begin to cause her insides to swell some, and then they were to explode in her, causing her delicate inside pain.
"Now let's get rid of all that terrible material you're full of. Start a new Halberd." Vos wished he could pull off a smirk, as the nano-droids did his bidding. As of the small tendrils attached to her helm, they sent a jolt to her processor, which instead of pain, gave a strong suggestion to her: 'Struggle your left arm' This suggestion would be something that would pop up in her helm, it was an offer, yet it was persuasive.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 9, 2015 2:59:53 GMT
Halberd hissed loudly from pain, mimicking that of a Flashbind-Snake back on Cybertron (very viscous). She tried to suppress the suggestion, but her left arm at least started to shake, evidence that she was forcing it not to. Her sharp clawed servo began to dig into the table and start to dent it, along with creating a few loud metallic squeals from the object.
(Sorry for the short post)
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Post by Vos on Jan 9, 2015 12:21:15 GMT
((No worries.))
the arm sent a more persuasive message; 'struggle your left arm' came the suggestion, it somehow had more volume in her mind, and more power to the voice. The berth itself was made of tough metal, thus it did not work to try to break it some.
Vos hooked the last two cables to Halberd's spark chamber, and then made sure the cords where the ones attached to his large generator box-like machine, which he used on every patient. He then pushed another button on his remote, for the machine to use bolts of energy to zap Halberd's spark chamber, which would result in more agony being sent all over her body, first the zaps were just painful, but then they slowly increased in pain, as they perpetually attacked her spark chamber. How it worked was it was not meant to be fatal, but it was supposed to be just one step down from a death-bringing agony. It would keep coming, and her body would feel over whelmed with the energy Vos was giving it, which actually was useless to the body, and was meant to destroy it internally.
Results could be bleeding energon from mouth, and, well, screams.
Vos began to remove more armor, until at last he could see the fuel pump, in it's area. He lodged it out, taking it so that the cord which it used to disperse fuel through her body was it's only connection. Agan, it was not fatal, but it was going to hurt. The energy bolts were also meant to keep Halberd awake, and from blacking out however. So Vos kept watching her, enjoying the view as he clutched her fuel pump in his right servo.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 9, 2015 14:06:18 GMT
"S...stop...." Halberd's left arm did indeed struggle, but it was mostly to get to her spark chamber and disconnect the wires. The fuel pump however, okay that hurt. She just wanted to die right there, she's lived a good life anyways. But the one thing she regretted was left in Cybertron's past, the day she found out that Diamond was an Autobot. She should've turned there and then. Take the pain like a bot! That thought only resulted in more agonizing screams, but they weren't the girly screeches you'd normally get from a femme. These screams were determined, meaning that she was strong.
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Post by Vos on Jan 9, 2015 16:35:51 GMT
Vos heard what the femme managed to croak. The suggestive signals were working so far, thus he was getting some progress. Vos thus knew that his experiment would work. Just a few more twirls here and there, and he would be able to give her various 'suggestions'. The pain he was giving her spark chamber was actually making some small room in her spark chamber for a small device he was going to put inside, just like the device he was going to install in her helm, as a back up.
Vos let the agony that was being set throughout her spark increase, making her suffer the breaking point, and then he let everything calm down with the spark chamber's pain. He let everything stop for a moment. Just to let her have a taste of relaxation for what was to come. Vos connected a few cords in her few pump that would slow it's pumping rate down some, so that she wouldn't truly have a 'break time'. Vos then set the fuel pump right beside Halberd's head, letting it rest on her helm.
Vos knew the next part of the surgery would toll Halberd even more, but he had his bets that she would push through. He ran one of his digits down the side of her face plate, and then he made a quick scratch at the end of her cheek with his pointer finger, digging it in deeplyand trailing it about ten inches before he withdrew the servo.
'This is an amazing place. Stunning how much effort is being put into this. A smile would be the nice thing to do.' The suggestive thought poke into her mind, it was slowly but surely becoming slightly dominant, giving her little by little now option. Of course, at this point, it was a voice at the back of her helm still. But as the arm machine she was receiving messages from learned about her thought patterns, and learned how she would respond to different things---it would grow in power.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 9, 2015 17:42:02 GMT
Halberd panted, out of breath from screaming. Her helm did move away from his servo, clearly meaning she couldn't win. The suggestion was hesitating to get to her mind through pain. Her chest rose and fell, her ventung returning to a normal pace. Halberd's optics would seem lost as she stared, supposedly at Vos, in a distant way.
(Am I supposed to make Halberd say it? Forgive my ignorance.)
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Post by Vos on Jan 10, 2015 13:13:10 GMT
((No. Basically, what happens is it's a voice that is inside her helm. Picture someone with a voice getting louder and louder in your mind, to the point where you eventually will submit due to the overriding of the other will. It is something like that, as this unfolds...))
Vos went ahead to the next step of the operation: Now that the tiny hole had been cut in Halberd, he could start connecting the proper machinery to her spark to be connected. While his little helm machinery was working fine, he would have a more effective result with her spark. Her helm would still have a back-up program in it though. Vos slowly opened up the spark chamber of the femme, and then, without warning, he pressed the key on his remote for at the other half of the cables attached to it to start making the new wiring in her. it was true, only half of the bables had sent the signals, and now, more excruciating pain spread through her body while her spark was adjusted, and 'fixed'. That wasn't the only thing being adjusted however. The tendrils around halberd's helm retracted, and for more of Vosses snake-like cords to jab themselves into Halberd, and with their needle tips, they injected more nano-droids in her. These, however, had a different purpose, and would be the back-up control and eventually the overriding will in her helm, should the plan be carried out properly.
Vos himself just took his thumb and his pointer finger, and squeezed the lone cord which halberd fuel pump used to dispense her blood, watching her with amusement as she underwent extra suffering. Vos kept playing with the pump as he kept his fingers around it, releasing the fuel to go before the cord exploded due to too much pressure, and then letting his servos pinch another part.
"Enjoying yourself, Halberd?"
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