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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 6, 2015 17:43:54 GMT
As energon began to seep out of her intake, Stormgear began to cry. No, she was mistaken, it was energon. She then watched as he injected acid, which her optics widened. Does Kaon not realize common sense. By adding energon into one's energonflow, it clears out and damages major pipelines. If it gets to the main source, which is the spark, it'll eat everything that lays in the spark. It'll kill me in five minutes.
She had actually hoped for a mistake like this, which she tried not to scream as she felt her insides burn. It kept going for what seemed like ages. The burning and stinging traveled up from the injected spot and down her chestplate. Three minutes had already passed, and she could feel the acid traveling towards her spark. I'm gonna' die. I'm gonna' die.. she thought. She would have been sobbing if this were a NORMAl case. I'm gonna' fraggin' die.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Feb 6, 2015 18:13:18 GMT
Kaon looked down at Stormgear, shaking his head and removing her chestplate. Grabbing a plain knife from a nearby table, he gathered the wires leading to her spark and placed it's blunt edge on the wires, stopping the acid from flowing to the spark. Within seconds of his movement however, the acid diluted and disappeared from her system entirely. He sighed, looking at the disrepair it had caused.
However, this was planned an he took a small tube hooked up to a machine. Placing it into one of the wires damaged, he pumped a liquid into it, which flowed through her system, coating her wiring and tubing with it until all of the damaged tubing was coated. Then, after he turned the machine off he told her "Dont move." as the liquid solidified, repairing her wires with a slight sting. Wit this done, he started slicing her shins again.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 6, 2015 18:46:39 GMT
So close.
For a second, Stormgear had gone cross eyed from the damage being done internally. By the time the wires were being repaired, Stormgear was placed into stasis. Her spark beat plummeted, and her optics went out. The only thing the meant she WASN'T dead was the fact that she was still breathing. Or, her systems were functioning. Storm's grip on the berth went limp, and her impaled arms hung somewhat off the berth.
Stormgear SEEMED dead. But she wasn't.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Feb 6, 2015 19:41:11 GMT
He sighed, perhaps her body couldn't take the trauma. But that didn't matter, her systems read that she was alive, and that meant she just needed to wake up. Taking more of the adrenaline he waited before he injected it, having an idea. Grabbing several tubes, some transparent and some opaque, placed them on her body, latching in with the sharp ends, except for one clear one, which he placed in her mouth. Liquid poured into them but were held back from going into her body by small shields, giving her the impression of liquid being pumped into her while it was not, trying to give her a shock when she awoke. Of course at any time he could lower the forcefields and let the liquid pour into her, but he decided to toy with her first. After hooking them up, he took the adrenaline and injected it into her repaired tubing systems, but this time only enough to wake her with such a sudden start it would only boost her shock at the tubes connected to her.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 6, 2015 21:02:03 GMT
Systems Reboot
The world came back around in about a minute or two, which she woke back up with a few twitches. So damn close. she thought. She twitched some more, unable to control herself, thanks to the adrenaline. At first, Stormgear wasn't to sure what was happening, until she felt a small shock erupt within her. Alas she realized it was coming from the tube, which she began to struggle. She tried to spit it out.
(( ^ Failz, I know ^ ))
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Post by Vos on Feb 7, 2015 11:00:43 GMT
((Okay Kaon, Stromgear's had enough--it's wrap up time. If we let Stormsy go, then my plan might actually work. Now sorry for the short post, but I'm in a hurry, and real life calls.))
Vos had been watching with silent amusement at the poor little femme struggling, blacking out twice, and losing appendages. Vos had seen enough though, and it was time to call it quits. Vos turned off the camera, letting them go off the live stream. This next part would be something secretive.
"I find it abhorrent to interrupt your entertainment Kaon, however, my surgery must take place immediately if my own intentions are to be carried out successfully." Vos said mildly, as he approached Stormgear. "Also, you know very well that I need this one alive. What was that little word that I have heard from fairy tales...'mercy'?" Vos stroked his chin, as if he was seriously considering thus, "Yes...apply that, Kaon." Vos said, flexing his claws, eyeing them with his hollow red optics as they clinched and unclenched.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Feb 7, 2015 13:05:17 GMT
As the stream went blank and Vos told him to hold back, Kaon nodded and stopped. He would've stepped away but he wanted to hear Stormgear's screams one last time, and taking the acidic knife he had been using to slice her shins with, stabbed downwards into her right shinm kaing it sure it was deep stab and just to make her realy scream, twisted the blade.. He wasn't acting out of spite, he just wanted to make Stormgear scream, before he walked away and rested against the wall, letting Vos take over.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 7, 2015 16:27:53 GMT
Stormgear cried in pain, thanks to Kaon's twist-the-knife trick. After he turned to give a Vos a round of fun, she began to argue with herself. He could have removed the knife. But no, it just HAD to stay in her leg, to where it could fry some of her circuits. Laying limply along the berth, Stormgear KNEW she was having trouble functioning. The tubes were now out of her mouth, and she practically was running on fumes in order to stay conscious.
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Post by Vos on Feb 8, 2015 1:15:32 GMT
Stomrgear was helplessly trying to stay awake, and Vos was a bit entertained himself at what kind of will she was exploiting. He then looked to her wrists. They had morphed a little while back, but it was nothing that he couldn't fix. He brought out a saw-like tool from his tray which had been alongside the berth for a little while, and then applied the saw to the wrist after activating it. He cut into the cuff, splitting it as to get int her wrist's mechanisms, and once he broke into her wrist, sawing past her normal layers of armor, he placed the saw down, and peeled away the metal of the cuff and the wrist. Inside, energon trickled, and he located the empty space which he had taken her electrical generator from. With one hand dug into her wrist, and the other servo reaching for the device in his subspace, Vos placed the little mechanism where it had gone before.
He didn't seal the wound though, but everything within was ready for Stormrgear to use electricity once more. Vos thusly repeated this action for Stomrgear's other wrist, and then her ankles, leaving the wounds he created open, for energon to leak out. He did this action mercilessly, as to possibly let this pain cause her to black out once again. Vos didn't really expect screams at this stage of the torture, since she had endured so much. He really wouldn't mind some small whimpers though.
Vos was not stupidly giving Stomrgear her powers back. He had upgraded himself so that if he was to be electrified, the bolts would be redirected into the floor, thanks to some thick tire rubber he had placed on the soles of his feet. Vos If STomrgear hadn't blacked out yet, Vos decided that the final thing Stomrgear would experience was a choke. Vos wrapped his sharp digits around her throat after remoing her throat's cuff which kept her stuck to the berth even more, and then he squeezed. It was an old fashioned way to torture someone..but it was amusing.
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Post by Vampyricon on Feb 8, 2015 2:01:43 GMT
[Rubber's a good insulator, but that means electricity would probably be directed into his body, I think having a conductor with low resistance on his soles would be better. Just me being sciency. ]
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Post by Vos on Feb 8, 2015 13:10:08 GMT
((Ah yes. Well, I'd better rejust the thingy. Meanwhile, what are you learning from your torture lessons, my one and only student?))
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Post by Vampyricon on Feb 8, 2015 13:19:58 GMT
[Break them mentally and physically. If possible, break a few appendages off. Enjoy your work?]
[And try not to kill them so they can be an example to others]
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 8, 2015 22:09:02 GMT
((You people >.<)) Stormgear's neck began to bleed when Vos began to choke her. Her rocket launcher wound, which was in the process of healing, broke open. Stormgear gritted her dentas, but didn't have the strength to even moan. She had her optics closed, which she tried to stay contious.
((Pst, you can dump her in the brig XD))
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Post by Vos on Feb 8, 2015 23:29:32 GMT
((Ah, well done student.
A+ to Vampyricon.
As for you Astrinal--I was originally just going to dump you somewhere I knew bots would pick you up soon. But if you asked Jazz to play hero, then I can play along with that.))
Vos continued to squeeze, even though she looked unconscious he knew she wasn't. Besides, he enjoyed pushing her beyond her limits. He knew by the tensed faceplate that she was still with him, and that meant that she was holding on by a sliver. Vos could have taken this little opportunity to whisper something discouraging or nasty into Stomrgear's ear, but he decided not to. He spoke primal vernacular, and thus she wouldn't understand him. His servos were stained with her energon, but it hadn't been the first time. Vos began to rattle her neck as he kept squeezing it, bashing the back of her helm into the berth, over and over again.
He still hadn't used his face on this one...but her innocent look and horror would be more recognizable when she didn't have holes in her face and her optics.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 9, 2015 13:06:09 GMT
(( ... >.< ... ))
Stormgear began to lose even more energon, not exactly sure how many more seconds she would have conscious. Stormgear's helm began to ache after every slamming bash, which she let out a small pained gasp before passing out.
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Post by Vos on Feb 9, 2015 13:29:11 GMT
Vos chuckled as the femme finally gave in, and her neck sagged, bleeding like almost the rest of her body. The femme wouldn't be given any energon to move really. Vos began to contemplate where to leave his little victim so that her rescuer, Skyspraycould get a hold of her easily. It was then, a small alarm went off on Voss's wrist.
"Aaaahhh..." Vos said, mentally smirking. One of his brothers had just arrived on Earth. He may as well drop Stomrgear off on the site after getting his long lost brother...they had some business to complete. Vos loosened his grip on the femme's neck, but still clutched her by it as he called in a ground bridge.
"Kaon, Tesarus just arrived on Earth. There happen to be some Autobots in the area as well. After we drop off my little doll shall we all three of us have some fun together, like old times?" Vos asked in his slithery voice, before the vortex appeared, and Vos waited a moment for it to stabilize. His thin form then walked through it, heading for the other member of the DJD. The ground bridge that was still opened remained open for two minutes more, giving Kaon enough time to walk through before closing.
((To Alaska, Newton!))
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Post by Vos on Feb 24, 2015 0:50:12 GMT
((BAD GUY TIME!))
Vos walked into his room, shutting the door behind him. The heads of his ex-enemes were still nailed to the door, which was energon stained and slightly rusty. Vos didn't have time for clean up right now though, oh no, he had much to do since he held Gearchange's memories in his servos. He took a seat on his chair, inserting the disk which held all the Data Gearchange had once had before his reprogramming, and his computer began to hum as it organized the memories into sections. Vos thus began to skim through them for anything about the femme named 'Astrinal', seeking to see if the Maximus knew anything about her location. Out of all people, he was one of the top three to 'ask', since he was one of the highest ranking Autobots.
Vos at last found somethings on Astrinal through the files. Vos cocked his helm as the Maxmius had referred to her as a spy, reporting from the Nemesis, and that she was keeping as quiet as she could. Vos leaned back in his chair. This explained how no one had heard from her in a while, and how there were no sightings of her. So. She was in the Nemesis. Hidden in plain sight. What was her style though? Vos looked at the facts. She took things from the shadows. She wasn't too much of the flirty type...and she kept to herself about most things. If she was a good spy however, she would have an exact opposite personality. However, no one aboard the Nemesis had a flirty attitude that Vos knew of.
Vos continued to sweep through Gearchange's old memories, hunting down information, piecing together the puzzle before him, slowly, but surely.
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At last, Vos found something that gave him the answer to all his questions. When gear change had been in Shanghai, China, he had met up with none other then Crashcourse after a small chit-chat with an Autobot by the name Sure-case. Gear change had been handed data from Crashcoarse, after recognizing who she was. It was so obvious that she was the spy that Vos could make a few other safe assumptions. Crash course was the spy...Gearchange had recognized who she was, and he had taken the bag from her after shooing her away, acting on his own. How very shrewd. Vos stopped the tape, taking out the disk from his computer and storing it away elsewhere. he now had to find some evidence so that he could do some proving, for some additional entertainment....Crashcourse didn't know what he knew, but he would be visiting her very soon.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 12, 2015 12:11:59 GMT
((Meow.))
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Post by Vos on Mar 12, 2015 13:14:05 GMT
((Can't post now...I have a few matters to deal with. SORRY.))
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Post by Vos on Mar 12, 2015 14:29:23 GMT
((Just a question...but is the armor Crashcourse currently has on a pretender layer for Astrinal's large thirty foot body type? I wasn't there to witness her officially becoming Crashcourse....))
Crashcourse had been placed on a berth, with rather thick cuffs which bound her ankles, wrists, and even her injured neck. Her wounds had not been tended to at all, though she leaked no energon. Vos had let the three vehicons go off to get repaired and mourn over their lost brothers, while he worked with Astrinal, who had been kind enough to stop by. His door was sealed, giving Vos the privacy he sometimes demanded. Though today, he would be using his cameras to show the members of high command...or any Autobot for that matter, what happened when they sent a spy, and if he caught the said spy.
Vos plugged in a few device and cables into Astrinal's neck, so that the operation of his would work. She still had her 'Crashcourse' mask on, which made things perfect. Vos had also been sure to inject a few of his needles into Astrinal after removing her chest's third layer of armor so that he could have access to her spark. He had no intention of doing some of what he had done to the previous visitor, but he liked his subjects worn and torn. In the meantime, while AStrinal was given the joys of waking up, Vos started to instal a small little gadget onto his own neck. It was no collar, but instead it was something that translated his Primal Vernacular into a more comprehendible form of speech, such as the current form of communication used by most transformers.
The mech wasted no time, fixing his hover-camera and readying the frequencies which he could set his camera to post in via his camera.
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