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Post by RedOptics on Jan 10, 2015 15:12:35 GMT
(Oh, okay.)
Halberd changed ger stare to a glare, "I've... had better t-treatments...." She gasped. It was obvious that Vos was enjoying himself. The more she studied him, the more she could predict. Was she going to have to stay here for the rest of her life? To be his pretty little experiment? If that was so, she'd have to do something. The pain was unbearable, but the worst part will be over soon. Time wouldn't allow her to suffer forever. That was a fact.
With the little will-power she had left, she sent a signal to Diamond, I'm sorry... eternal pain would follow, symbolizing half of what Halberd felt. She was to be controlled to do Vos's bidding. She was his now.
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Post by Vos on Jan 10, 2015 15:24:59 GMT
"That really does not invoke my hospitality, my dear." Vos finally put the fuel pump down, as a small alarm went off on the remote. The spark surgery was half way done, and the nano droids were in their place. Since Vos had to keep himself occupied before he messed up his own schemes, Vos press the button for the remaining explosive nano droids in her limbs to swell, and then implode. This would lead to another spectacular burst of agony, which would cause of course, more screaming. Possibly some energon streaming down her mouth. She was receiving an enormous amount of internal damage, and there was little she could do about it.
If she was lucky, humungous burst of piano would cause her to black out, it was so powerful. Vos really did not care either way, for her worst of pains had yet to come. He would enjoy forcing her to break her own spark--over and over again. To hear her cry out in fear and confusion, after she did what he had in mind. He would enjoy it all, and then after Halberd became so weak and unable to move due to all her pain, he would kill her. How specifically, Vos did not know. He supposed he would improvise when it came to that.
Vos knew that he was going to be heading for the third and final step of his operation, and then the fun would truly begin.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 10, 2015 16:07:39 GMT
Halberd screamed at the top of her lungs, then it became more of a groan. Am I going to die? Is... is this the end of me? No, this couldn't be the end. She will not give up. This femme was willing to escape, on a scale of killing him to seducing him, she'd find a way. There had to be one. The horrors of what he could do to her swam around in what was left of her mind. Looking for how he was controlling her, she noticed the remote. Destroying that would stop jer so called 'surgery' but wouldn't be of use to stop these nano droids. Before she knew it, the room started to get darker and darker as her optics closed, listening to her spark beat. The content on her faceplate was heavenly, to her anyways.
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Post by Vos on Jan 11, 2015 0:23:36 GMT
((Just as a side note, Halberd will still have a mind of her own, until the overriding will comes into play.))
Vos watched as Halberd sunk in her berth, the pain too much, and her optics were darkening. She was moaning in pain, submission obvious. Vos just wanted to smirk at how pathetic this looked, though the femme had tried to endure bravely. He picked up her fuel pump, and one last time, pinched the cord, preventing energy from flowing. He waned to see how much she had in her before she blacked out completely, just for the heck of it. Vos knew he had been control-dependant this time around, but he had only done it because of the plan he had. Doing it all by hand would've caused him to get carried away. He walked over to her helm, fuel pump still in servo, as he spoke to Shockwave, after he was given a reply from the other end of the camera.
He was enjoying how he was carrying this all out so far. "Now Halberd, tell me how much you want to see your sister, if you can." Vos said lowly, watching her mouth bleed. The energy coming out of it would be dripping off the side of the berth, because of all the internal damage. Vos had one last little phase for her to push through, even if she did blackout. It ws going to be one which would break her again. It would be deliciously treacherous, and he would enjoy every step of it. The nano-bots in her mind would lay dormant, letting everything in her thoughts function, as if the needles that had been stuck into her helm had been just for torture. With all the pain she was experiencing, anyone would think it. Vos kept his finger on the fuel pump line still, waiting until he knew the line would pop, and then he let go again, finally. He knew her heart would have to be fully functional if she was to carry out his little scheme. However, he had to ale it look like she had only been injected and hit, and practically almost killed because of torture. Vos at last gave a quick punch to the side of her temple, so that she really would not be able to answer his sat question, and so she would be out.
"Have a good rest. You'll need it." Vos chuckled.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 11, 2015 2:43:00 GMT
Halberd was in another place, seemingly in a dream world. A place where pain and agony couldn't find her. Anplace that was empty, and she could do whatever she wanted. A place in which Vos himself couldn't reside or take away. My future deathbed.... She told herself, looking around. Clouds invoked her, making a shape that looked almost like, "Diamond!" She wasn't there. The blue femme had obviously tried reaching out to her, but something was blocking their link. It was an extremely rare occasion to be blocked, yet seen. Almost as if a glass wall had been drived through them. They were both one mind, and as if she could tell her own future, Halberd got a sense that she didn't have much longer.
An image of her past flashed, and she studied it. She was in there, along side a seeker mech. Anticline...! Her traitorous sparkmate who managed to break the bond for some other femme. Another image flashed, and soon another. Her life was flashing before her eyes, in a way. As she lay on the berth, she mumbled nonsense, and her expressions changed gradually.
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Post by Vos on Jan 11, 2015 7:33:17 GMT
Just as Vos had hoped, Halberd had blacked out, or was seriously dazed. Vos kept on going about his work, finally letting all the arms retract, so that he could attend to a small matter himself. Her body was still open, and exposed to him, so what he did next was he removed more armour that was around the left side of her, where her voice box was. He let one closed servo wrap around it before he ripped it out, and then threw it away behind him. Vos was not done yet, and searched her T-cog. He ripped that out of her as well, knowing it would be a courtesy type thing for him to give to Tarn. Vos stored the T-cog in his subspace, and braced himself for what he had to do next. Now came the less fun part of his plan.
Vos began to gradually repair Halberd, so that she would not leak too much, and so that her armer was all closed up. Vos actually mended the internal wounds so that they would not hurt at all, and he did his best to make it look as if he had done terrible things to her, but not to the extent he truly had. He did it so that it still looked as if she had been through much, but he let her be repaired so that she would survive. He did not hook her up to an energy tap to refuel her, but he repaired all the majority of the internal damage he had dealt. Vos unstrapped her limp body, and then turned her over for one last bit of torture she would receive. He had taken away her T-cog, her voice box, and now just to rub some salt on her perfectly hurting self, he would destroy her wings. His servo transformed into a long, thin barbed sword and he gave two powerful and measured strokes to sever the wings from their stems. He went about mending those wounds as well, and now her torture time in his lair was complete.
Vos brought up his remote after reversing the transformation of his sword, pressing a few buttons on his controls so that the nano droids in her helm would start to make all the memories of what had occurred within his layers dreary, and unclear. Like a bad dream. Vos hence stashed the remote away, equipping some nearby cuffs and bonding Halberd's servos behind her back. "My liege. If you would excuse me for a moment...." Vos said to the camera, before calling in a ground bridge. He packed a few needed items, in his back, and then radioed in a ground bridge. He wanted to warp to South America, where he knew he could carry out the remainder of his grizzly business. Vos carried Halberd's wings with one arm, and then dragged her by the cuffed wrists with his other servo. He began to walk through the ground bridge after it appeared, vanishing along with his captive as he went through.
((I will be posting in South America shortly.))
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Post by Vos on Feb 4, 2015 14:59:57 GMT
Vos entered through an opening Ground bridge, Stormear's neck clasped in his servo. The room was the very room he had tortured her in last time, and he let out a small huffing sound, which was the best he could do for a chuckle. Walking over to a berth, Vos slammed Stomrgear onto it, and then strapped her into it with firm and thick bonds which shut around her ankles, her neck, and her upper and lower arm. not in the center of her wrist, as to prevent her from upgrading the little device, and letting the small cuff be visible for Vos.
The ground bridge had closed behind the mech, and he commenced hooking preparing the room for his operation which he had planned for very long to perform on her. He didn't bother saying anything to her, she knew what was coming. Vos was about to peel all of her secrets away, and make a permanent impression upon the little pathetic femme. He knew he already crawled in her nightmares, but what he was about to perform on her was something that she would never forget, even if he did die.
Vos allowed the femme to wait a few torturous minutes, as to give her some time to think about what horrors she would be experiencing, or let her little imagination of hers be exercised.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 4, 2015 15:36:15 GMT
Petrified. That was the only thing that filled Stormgear's mind. This had been the last room she had seen when she last died. And she had hoped it would be the last time she'd see it. According to fate, and this prick, she had been wrong. I just wanna die now. she thought. Just kill me now, please. She knew quite well what was going to happen next. Now, that was a lie, she didn't know.
Stormgear tried to move around, which her movements were little to nothing. But they were efforts to at least squirm around a bit.
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Post by Vos on Feb 5, 2015 0:51:48 GMT
Enough time had past for Stomrgear to fully regain her sight, since Vos had prepared everything. If Kaon made his appearance, he would be welcome, but until then, Vos was allowed to play with Stomrgear. No doubt Skyspray would do something rash. However, first things first. Vos had to do a little something for Tarn, soince the big mech was vacant, it had been up to Vos to collect the T-cogs of his victims and leave them on a shelf for Tarn, so the mech could experience a nice 'welcome back' gift, and know that Vos was grateful to have him as commander, despite his addiction.
Vos pulled out a fuse, and then after calculating were her T-cog could be, he dug the blade into Stomrgear's side, and then wrenched the blade out. He performed this little action several times, until he had cut his way into her side entirely, cleaving his way through the wires, finding his way to the T-cog. She'd bleed, but Vos could care less. She would have to stay awake, as he did the surgery with some more carefulness, making sure that he was cutting just the right places for her not to bleed out entirely, but in small trickles.
Vos continued to dig into the small femmes side, also seeing to it he was a careless in the sense that it would hurt her plenty. At last, her T-cog was visible. There was plenty of time to grab it, and jerk it out. Vos didn't do it just like that though. Instead, he slowly pulled at the t-cog, letting her experience some pain as he took it from her.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 5, 2015 0:59:47 GMT
At first, Stormgear thought she could hold her screaming crys in. The blade made it deeper and deeper into her armor, which Stormgear found her cries dead, which she used her servos and scratched the table for dear life. It ended up being just another set of scratched on the table, or just proof that at least one more unfortunate soul found it's way onto the berth.
By the time Vos began to rip out her T-Cog, the pain was agonizing. Unable to hold her screams any long, she let out a cry of pain. She could feel the gab Vos was leaving, the emptiness of not having a t-cog.
Stormgear's cuff would also begin to armor itself with a thick seat of mutated metal, which spanned around the entire surface of the cuff. The sheet wrapped around various times before finally transforming and locking it's self up.
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Post by Vos on Feb 5, 2015 12:46:01 GMT
Once again, that silly little cuff of hers acted up. It was genuinely annoying, how it seemed to have a mind of it's own. However, Vos was going to have a go at it, and he was going to see if he could do a little something with Stomrgear. He wrenched the t-cog completely free, and then looked at it as if he half expected it to be rusty.
"It would eem you are twice as useless as you used to be." Vos mumbled in primal vernacular Cybertronian, even though he reckoned she wouldn't be able to understand him. This had been the 'appetiser' of what Stormgear was about to feel in her. Today was her dooms day. Vos knew that Stomrgear was a wilful little femme, and would do whatever it took to survive, for her precious love, Skyspray. A pity the two adored each other. Really, they were their own worst enemies. Vos began to hook Stormgear up to a little surprise he had designed just for her, thanks to their last little visit. He forcefully penetrated her armour with needles, at the ankles and at the arms, right below her cuffs. He twisted the needles in her arms some, just for the fun of it. Lastly, came the connections to her head and her spark chamber. If his operation was to work, he would need the little place nice and over worked. So Vos went ahead to doing just that. He connected her helm with a few cords, ones which simply lacked onto her head, with smaller needles, but needles none the less.
Vos thusly began to set about removing Stomrgear's chest armour. Still using his surgical knife, he carefully removed her chest plate, her main chest armour with her dune buggy mode's windshield. Cutting harshly at the right places for her armour to be severed. As to reveal her inner workings.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 5, 2015 12:59:59 GMT
Stormgear would have screamed, but she was too focused on the fact that needles were in her head. Oh, and the fact that she could see what laid in her chestplate. Thanks to the new restrains, Stormgear was forced to stay in place. She tried to move, but it only shot pain from her previous rocket launcher wound, which was on her neck. She was in so much pain, she didn't even want to see her insides. Preventing herself to do so, she turned her helm a tad bit and closed her optics.
You better think of something, Sky. she thought.
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Post by Vos on Feb 5, 2015 13:12:44 GMT
With her chest piece removed, Vos was given access to Stomrgear's systems. He saw the particular area he wanted to see; the Spark chamber. The final plug in point. One of the tentacle arms came down from the ceiling, holding a thick cable that Vos had used on Halberd. Vos attached the cable to the little femme's spark chamber, and let the tentacle sprout little tendrils which expanded into her spark chamber, and then touched her very spark in different areas, hooking her up to the very machine which she had been hooked up to her last visit.
Vos had made a few adjustments, thanks to analysis, however, and this time he could actually control with his remote when she had to give her energies. Howevr, he had given it several modes, and one was for normal element less femmes such as Stormgear. Vos pulled up his remote, and then pressed the 'on' switch. The machine turned on, inside of it's thick box shell, and then set to work, forcing Stormgear to give her energies to it, similarly to how she had given her electrical energies before. This time, the machine set how much she would be 'working' though how long was still determined by Vos. Vos put the lever just two level below maximum, meaning that Stormgear would be using as much as energy as she would in making a dash for someone, perhaps with some urgency.
This would cause her to thrash around in her bonds of course, since her systems were forced to work, but se wouldn't be able to hold still. Vos sat back for a whole five minutes, watching with silent amusement.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 5, 2015 13:24:15 GMT
Shreeeeeeeeeiiiikkkkkk
By now, Stormgear's digits began to dig extremely hard into the berth, which she struggled to hold down her screaming. The machine made her arch her backplate just a tad bit, then back down. The same action proceeded for the next five minutes. It hurt a lot, that's all she could think. Her thoughts were clouded with every amount of pain imagined.
((Nothing much to really post here XD She is being torture XD))
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Post by Vos on Feb 5, 2015 13:39:12 GMT
((Yeah, I see what you mean. Still. I'll give Stormgear her powers back, because I'm nice. However, there will be another cost...And I will not broadcast this until I complete the first stage of my torture.))
Vos let another five minutes slip by, allowing the femme to suffer strenuous activity before he turned the machine off. After thrashing around for ten minutes, with that much of a internal workout, Vos knew that Stormear would be extremely exhausted. He was not even close to being finished though. Stomrgear's tired little innocent face was priceless, and it amazed Vos how green and pitiful someone could look. Vos silently proceeded to examine Stomrgear's spark. it was ready for the next stage of the operation, since it was good and worn for the moment. He had taken energy from her very life force, for about ten minutes. Little did Stormgear know, that her energy had done more then just power the machine, which had sucked her energy and some of her life form form her. It was creating a little something inside--
Vos yanked the tentacle from Stomrgear's spark, allowing more sharp pain to occur. He was being careful of course, performing terrible surgery but being precise enough to make sure she wouldn't black out. Yet he would push her. Vos opened her spark Chamber, still with a surgery knife, and then looked inside. As he had calculated, a bit of her spark had dulled, thanks to the drawing of energy. He could cut away at her soul, and not kill her, and then proceed to make the ultimate impression of himself.
"Hooooold sssssstilllll."
Vos managed, in normal Cybertronian. Still using his knife, Vos made the delicate cut at Stomrgear's spark, severing the dull part of it. It had the possibility of hurting her terribly, or just making her internals bleed without making her register pain. It would either be bleeding through the mouth, or more screams. Either way, Vos needed to continue.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 5, 2015 13:47:26 GMT
The fact that Vos was cutting into her spark didn't worry her, it was the fact that she couldn't feel it. He had done something to her, she didn't know what. But she could tell it was bad. Stormgear began to feel energon tickle out of her mouth, down the side of her face, and onto the berth. No, no, nononono, she was bleeding out?! But not much. She became confused, not sure of what Vos's objective or goals were. I wants me to be in pain, but not die? she thought. How is that possible for a sadist?
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Post by Vos on Feb 5, 2015 14:06:05 GMT
Things were going smoothly, but of course. Stormgear couldn't do anything, and no one was stopping Vos from carrying out his operation. With the spark partially split in a small place, Vos retracted his servos from Stormgear. Oh, he had waited for this part of the operation for a long time. Instead of proceeding though, Vos pulled out his pistol, still loaded with blinding shots, and then pulled his trigger with a bullet aimed for Stormgear's shoulder. She would know he had down something to her, but she would never know what. After waiting until he knew she was for sure rendered sightless, Vos went on
Vos put his pistol back into it's holster, and returned to the spark surgery. it was reasonably simple, what he was doing. He then pulled a small device out of his subspace, one which he had so patiently saved for this experiment, and then placed the extremely wall device on the area in which Stomrgear's spark had been cut. The device was connected by signal to an identical device, which Vos had already implanted in his remote. Vos then made sure the small microchip was attached well to the spark, allowing for it to activate, and suck some additional energy from Stormgear's spark in doing so. He now had a connection established with her soul, though what became of the results were yet to be seen.
Vos pulled a trigger on his remote, activating his machine yet again, but instead of absorbing energy from Stormgear, he gave her back some of her spark energy, as if he was restoring the small place where he spark had dulled. Hence, he was using the energy to possibly bind the piece of machinery to her. Whether it was painful or not didn't matter. The main torutee had hardly occurred, and what he would put her through would make her forget about this little surgery.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 5, 2015 14:23:36 GMT
The gun, THE FAUKING GUN! After it hit her in the shoulder, Stormgear winced. It was just another wound ontop of the multiple given to her already. She had seen what Vos had put in her spark, which apparently was some kind of mini device. As far as she was concerned, she didn't want to see what it did. But eventually, some of her energies came back, which she felt- what- relief? She laid there with whatever energy she had, but still had her optics closed. Don't look up, you don't have to look. she thought.
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Post by Vos on Feb 5, 2015 14:43:00 GMT
She had her optics closed, and she was trying to suck it up. Energon still came from her mouth, in tiny little streams. Vos closed her spark chamber, most likely, the longer she stayed online, the longer the little chip would become part of her. And since she could come back from the dead, his little gift would be permanent, since it was already attached. Vos considered leaving some explosives in the device, but he had already crammed it with mechanical parts tha would make it work--you could only do so much with an two inches of machinery.
Now with the first stage of Stormgear's stop-by done, Vos went ahead to consider which part of torturing he would do next. First things first though. With Stormgear all fixed up for the next part of his torture, he would be broadcasting live to the Autobots soon. He just had to prepare one more thing. Ah, yes. Vos eyed Stormgear's wrists, and shook his helm. They wouldn't do, those pesky little things. So Vos next unsheathed two of his knives, taking one, and then swiping it into her exposed arm, intending on impaling her arm while securing it to the berth. he did so with her other arm, all while she was blind. Poor little thing.
Vos switched his focus to Stomrgear's head. Now there was a little starter for the introduction to the Autobots. What a priceless part of a transformer, the brain module. Vos knew of several ways to torture her mentally, and they all would cause her to have a serious migraine, and experience terrible attacks to her senses, all at once. As smart as a Cybertronian was, they all could only think of one thing at a time, though some could do it at an impressive rate. Vos titled his helm as he placed one of his clawed servos on the femmes faceplate, and forced it against the berth, indicating he had had enough of her whimpering, and he wanted her to hold still.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 5, 2015 15:07:31 GMT
Stormgear winced after both her arms were impaled into the table, which she nearly screamed. She should have, because she regretted not letting her tension out when she should have. Once one of Vos's talons bade contact with her faceplate, Stormgear's could help but looking straight into Vos's. They were wide, innocent, and terrified. No, better yet, petrified. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be home. I should have listened to Taggon. she thought. I really should have.
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