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Post by RedOptics on May 18, 2015 14:45:36 GMT
Her faceplate showed no resentment now, for the energon was draining fast. One thing he had obviously forgotten was that the brain module also needed that sweet life fluid. But everything started to turn numb, and the loud beeping in her audios from her HUD made her helm throb. Her dying optics struggled to look into his, drained from the hate and agony and replaced with plea. This mech would never be merciful, and she new that. But he had a spark, and she knew that she was no traitor of any side. So why did he want her so badly? Was it because Halberd was her sister? She couldn't ask due to the restriction on her throat, and all that slipped out were small crackles of petrified fear. Though indeed she wouldn't die, all brain activity would cease, and even her spark would slowly go out.
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Post by Vos on May 19, 2015 0:14:56 GMT
Her faceplate showed no resentment now, for the energon was draining fast. One thing he had obviously forgotten was that the brain module also needed that sweet life fluid. But everything started to turn numb, and the loud beeping in her audios from her HUD made her helm throb. Her dying optics struggled to look into his, drained from the hate and agony and replaced with plea. This mech would never be merciful, and she new that. But he had a spark, and she knew that she was no traitor of any side. So why did he want her so badly? Was it because Halberd was her sister? She couldn't ask due to the restriction on her throat, and all that slipped out were small crackles of petrified fear. Though indeed she wouldn't die, all brain activity would cease, and even her spark would slowly go out. Vos sighed at the femme, her weak little body couldn't take much he guessed. He turned off the radio before he let the tentacles let her fall to the floor, since she was obviously done. The point had been to wear her out, and now that she was in that state, he would be able to go on with the operation he had in mind for her. Vos picked the femme up, and looked at her body. He would have to reduce her some before everything was ready, but before then...
As he dragged her towards the very large box he always had in the corner of his room, Vos mentally grinned. Now Diamond would go through a change which would cause her to no longer be herself--ever again. Yes, it was this box that was always used to work the frag out of his victims, force their systems to their limits and beyond, and let Vos torture them still. Today, it would be fulfilling a purpose it had had for a very long time. While it could absorb energy, deal out energy, reverse blood flows of energon circulation, and many other painful processes, it always took a sample of a victims CNA, and kept it in storage. It had Halberd's, Astrinal's, Stormgear's, and countless others. It was alway hooked up to someone or something, but today, the box split open into sections, and inside the large thirty foot machine, were foot-holds and arm holds for keeping a rpsioner or subject in their position before the insides of the insidious black Box set to work. The mech leaned down before he ordered the box to close though,
"Diamond, if there is any small portion of you in this little muddle of a body you have, I would like to tell you that I'm not torturing you because you deserve it, because you are an Autobot, or because you swore to kill me---I'm doing this because it is so fun, that I would almost like to spend all of my energies keeping you alive, just to shred through your husk once more, and watch you struggle in your pathetic and foolish hope." Vos whispered in Diamond's ear, and now he pulled away, as the large walls of the box caved in, and formed into a Box on the outside once more.
Beyond the epidermis of the sable air-tight black Box, a greenish energon like liquid began to fill everything. It was slimy, it gushed into Diamaond's open wounds, but it was meant to keep her alive during the whole process, sustaining her body with the necessary fluids to survive the entire operation. As the liquid enveloped the femme, arms came out of the walls which looked much like the tentacles which Vos had used to pin her in the first place, and began to remove Diamond's armor, piece by piece. Others appendages still began to unfold from creases in the wall...
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Post by RedOptics on May 19, 2015 0:51:33 GMT
Her optics would keep themselves locked onto the mech before the walls closed her off. The fluid stung her at first and she yelped, calming down after a while when she decided to relax. This was better than being in Vos' s dead servos, that's for sure. But, for whatever time she had left, or as she thought anyways, she prayed to Primus that her soul was now his. And there was no way that she was going to haunt or be dragged to the pits. She had no side in this war, she only allied with the Autobots since they weren't as... as evil as these bots.
She was going to see her sister again, her mother, her family. Yet, she felt there were other plans for her, and she didn't argue with the power of Primus. What was she thinking. She was dying, if not in spark then in mind. Diamond could feel it starting to slip away, just like the armor plating that entombed her very protoform. Her vision would see nothing but a green haze until she lost all connections with reality, and let off a long vent as if dying, whispering, Death... eye....
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Post by Vos on May 19, 2015 13:11:27 GMT
Vos chuckled to himself as he began to type in the plot he had in mind for the little femme, commencing the twisted design he had conjured up in his mind. First things first. The femme was dying, or she thought she was. Cables within the box slipped into the area which her spark chamber lay, needling past the chamber’s barrier and into the spark itself. Other cables slipped into her form, penetrating after making contact with her upper arms, her heels, and the back of her helm. Some of these injected her with sedatives, to make sure that she would remain in a deep slumber throughout the entire operation. It was best she wouldn’t have the slightest chance of remembering anything in the first place. Vos transferred all her memories into one of the cables attached to her helm, all the data she knew being stored elsewhere for further examination elsewhere, whereas meanwhile her head would be wiped clean of any files regarding her past of anyone she had known.
She would continue to be taken apart, carefully the pieces were severed from her appendages so that the previously located cables were not removed in the process. Her armor would be recycled for scrap, and meanwhile Vos would apply some war-machine blue-prints he had been waiting to apply to the proper subject. They were in the Box as well of course, awaiting the proper orders in order to be equipped onto Diamond. Vos himself intended on making this pitiful excuse for a scout into a war-machine bound to the Decepticons by her spark and mind. of course he would also instal monitoring devices, but over all she would have a mind of her own, though it would specifically locked on destroying Autobots, or making quick estimations. He would endeavor to destroy her conscience, her guilt, and whatever annoying little moral she might have so she could kill her friends with relative ease.
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Post by RedOptics on May 19, 2015 13:29:13 GMT
All she would see was nothing but white, and seeing her memories be erased. She tried to grab onto them, but she was too slow and the memories slipped out of her servos and out of her helm. This couldn't be happening! She kept chasing, hoping to catch something, hoping to hold on to who she was. It was only then that she too began to slip away, the spark of her mind being sucked into the abyss of the area. Gone. She saw nothing. She heard nothing. The femme that was no longer Diamond was now someone else, and there was nothing she could do about it. New memories, new personalities, a new her. Who was she? There was the urge to destroy something now. A new conscious. What... what is this? She asked in mind, still physically asleep.
There's something.... Where am I? ...something here.... What's happening? ...The war.... That's what.... no... something else.
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Post by Vos on May 19, 2015 14:12:52 GMT
Vos continued to design her, re-writing her personality; She would still hold her previous intelligence and cool of mind, but she would be calculative, she would be cunning, and she would be more patient. She would use every factor about her to her advantage. Diamond would indeed be more of a killer, whom would believe it was an honor and but a display of how powerful and worthy of glory she was through the slaying of her enemies, but she would not have an overriding mindless screech in her helm to obliterate everything on site. Rather, she would have a subtle sub-conscious yearning, like she would be pulled towards a small desire for combat. But she was a winner, not a loser in the sense that she was willing to use any tactic to take a hold of victory when it came to battle. She would be a fighter to her inner core, and she would be patient when it came to striking, so that if she had to fight, she would be able to not charge without a plan into battle. She held the qualities of a cold strategist now, and everything she did--had to be for a reason. Sentimental thoughts were now useless and unnecessary. She would speak when spoken to. She would follow orders even if she knew she would die. She was a war machine.
The A.I. Vos could almost whistle as he beheld the inner makings of his creation. The machine was repairing her organs, re-adjusting them in some sense so they would be more energon efficient, and she would have more weight, but more strength by a level or so. Vos would order his machine to alter her arm generators to ones which had more torque, as to allow her to deliver a good blow with reasonable blurt-like speed, which would stack some extra kinetic energy along with it, hence making her much stronger than before by a few percentages. She wouldn't be immensely strong, but she would be able to endure much before wearing down. Her physical capabilities would also require some prowess--prowess which Vos would borrow from none other than his mediatory donor, Astrinal. Her CNA would assist giving Diamond new traits, looks, and boost her own skills. As for Halberd? Some of Diamond's new characteristics would be spawned from her sister's CNA as well. In the end, on the inside of the box, Diamond would be genuinely turned into someone else. Her endoskeleton was altered to be slightly thicker for more weight and mass, she would be taller, yet perhaps somewhat elegant thanks to her new similarities with Astrinal. Next came equipping the sleeping femme with armor.
Her first layer would be reflective and round is, yet it would seem to come in multiple smoothly lined pieces since she would have to hold a graceful appearance. Why? Her enemies would need to think her but something a little more delicate than she truly was, she would be mistaken for something that she would not be. The reflective first layer of armor would also be explosive resistant much like Vaqus's. To add to her deadliness, her second layer would be that which would have Taggon's infamous 'Catcher' layer. Vos had studied the mech's armor some, hypothesized, and now he would give Diamond her own set of it. The Catcher layer was something that Vos had developed so that it would nullify any electrical magnetic pulses, or EMPS like a medic's armor, giving Diamond an immunity to EMP blasts and grenades. The layer would also act as something that would enforce her protoform more, acting as a second endoskeleton almost, and prevent even more armor piercing objects from breaking into her. She was not going to be able to just take hits from Nucleon Charge rifles like nothing, but she would certainly be able to last far longer, and be able to survive many more things.
The armor which Vos had readied had been connecting to Diamond in the meantime as she spent more of her time in the green-liquid, the parts connecting, and being sealed over the femme. It would take time, but Vos could be patient, when it came to unleashing deadly weapons.
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Post by RedOptics on May 19, 2015 14:40:21 GMT
The femme wouldn't vent though, her spark would only beat slowly as she was recreatEd. But her mind would wander, feeling created as well, but somehow remembering a past. A past that felt like it didn't exist, but it was there. I am... alive.... How does one... live? She thought, her own voice in her helm, sounding shrouded and like spirits, whispering to her. Her optics would scrunch tightly together and twitch, as if dreaming. The process was almost done, and the feelings of being bare faded as there was heavy armor placed on her body. Her mind started searching for something, a name. She had no name. All that she knew, was that she was to bring death in a blink of an eye... Death... eye....
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Post by Vos on May 20, 2015 13:02:21 GMT
Now the operation was almost complete. Everything was set up, all the technical labor had been fulfilled, thanks to his adroit ability with his machines and science. Ah, everything was just about where he needed it to be. But Vos knew that no matter how much he chained up that little femme inside his creation, no matter how many new troubles or mental blocks he spilled over her, she would over come them eventually. She was an Autobot, and all reprogrammed Autobots had consistently broken loose of their reprogramming. It may be true that they were never the same, but they never were Decepticons after their experience as one. So Vos would just let this femme do as many horrible deed as she could, use some of his influence he had built into her so that she could do all the many things Diamond would have never wanted herself to. When or if she ever realized who she was, she would be given the privilege of screaming out in agony in realization at the monster she had become.
Until then...
Vos typed onto his computer for her to be sedated once more, making sure she would be knocked out before she woke up to a new world. He would have it installed in her most recent memories being shoved into a stasis pod by her a companion before everything went black. Why she had been shoved inside? The ship she had taken was on the brink of crashing, and there had been but one last pod for someone as the Autobots fired at her vessel. She had been chosen to survive and avenge her comrades, before she was blasted off not the darkness of space. The memories before that were her arriving from a jungle planet to Cybertron via stasis pod, and engaging the Autobots in glorious battle upon landing and merging with the Decepticons. The Decepticons had excepted her because her grandparents had also engaged in war, and it was now her turn to prove herself worthy of being one with her faction. That was where her honor-like personality part would come in handy with this reprogramming.
Thus, Vos pressed the proper knobs on his controls for the box to filter out, and begin to slowly open afterwards, letting the newly formed Decepticon's body receive it's first taste of the darkness in his room.
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Post by RedOptics on May 20, 2015 14:35:25 GMT
(I wrote a long frickin post then my internet gave out because screw the schools wifi)
She would at first seem to be notinothing but an empty shell. Until she began to vent slowly for a few minutes. Other than that, she remained still, not twitching from the new atmosphere. A small ringing in her audios would cuse her to slowly open her optics, revealing two bright red rings that glinted almost with nostalgia for a moment before she looked around without moving her helm. Wh-what...? A clawed servo came up to her helm and she rubbed it, feeling a terrible ache inside. Then she sat up, looking around to see the darkness, as if blind to see Vos's AI, Guys.. where are you? Fire.. the fire! Did the ship crash...? All I saw was blackness... nothing. If you were going to die I would have done it with you... Her mindset was still struggling to absorb the information since it took in so much after being blank. Then she began to look around, as if she lost something as she got up, ending up with her back to the wall. her sharp wings bent with her back tires as she slid down and sat, seeming almost hopeless and angry at the same time.
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Post by Vos on May 20, 2015 14:58:52 GMT
((I know the feeling, Trust me.))
The extension of Vos's conscience placed on a new mask, a second layer of skin, though even then, he would not change much. He still held the appearance of Vos, but he would now use some basic tactics to play along with all the trauma his creation would be experiencing. He would still have to concur up a realistic alibi though. The mech cleared his throat, shaking his helm, and gesturing to his box as it fully opened. The femme did indeed look much different, though that was none of Vos's interests. He would just have to see how she worked.
"Ah, so my experiment worked." Vos said quietly, as if he was talking distantly to a sibling right behind him. "A while back the Decepticons found you, but the pod which you journeyed in was badly damaged--the Autobots were convinced that if they were to be effective, they were to annihilate everyone on your ship. or they must have. Your pod crash-landed on a planet called Mars, which we orbit around, and I found you. No one bothered to lay a servo on you, convinced that your pod had been badly infected after the ages of just floating through space--"
Vos paused, as if he was blinking, but smoothly continued.
"I decided I would try to experiment with your almost lifeless husk on a new method for reviving troops, so you will be feeling quite new. Your helm was also very damaged, I practically had to reconstruct your brain module from scratch." Vos sighed, as if he had half-hoped the experiment wouldn't have worked. "But you survived, evidently. Call me a necromancer..." Vos mused. He gestured to the surroundings of bits and pieces of other mechs and femmes in the room, "I had plenty of parts to tinker with, and thanks to the donations of one of my most recent victims, I was able to alter you some." Vos said, as if bored with her suddenly. He waved her off, even opening the door. He acted perfectly as if he hadn't meant for a few things to work in her, but she was dismissed nonetheless.
"Oh yes. Most Decepticons will not recall you, since you have been dormant for about---fifty years. You were thought dead, so someone took it upon themselves to erase all data on you. Consider yourself starting fresh." Vos all of the sudden snapped his helm around to face her. "But make one mistake, and you will find yourself back in my room. That time, not so much as a guest that will come out."
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Post by RedOptics on May 20, 2015 17:06:34 GMT
She stood and listened to him. He was practically her savior, so she bowed her helm once he finished, Yes sir. Then she looked out the door, but hesitated, Pardon my curiosity, but.... I fear that I may have forgotten my designation, and perhaps you've obtained information on my identity? Her voice was serious, but also wondrous. She had to know, who was she? The question would linger as she stood by the door, the light from outside outlining her frame. The small sound of her claws tapping together as she tested the flexibility of her digits would travel through the air, along with her venting and working parts. A small high pitched hiss of air would sound inside her chest as a part in her vents would let out hot air.
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Post by Vos on May 20, 2015 23:07:45 GMT
((Mind if I elaborate her 'backstory' some? )) So now that the femme was awake, everything seemed to be going according to plan. Vos leaned back in his chair, slowly rotating it to face her. His hollow optics bore no signs of kindness or likable features, his optics were but a part of his mask, even then, it didn't hide much. Behind it was a face that more the precise amount of emotion, his dark optics would just be in the stead of his cold crimson ones. Surprisingly, the mask actually did bear more emotion than the face of the user. Vos lined his talon servos together, clinking them as they were wrapped amongst one another, save for his two pointer fingers, which protruded straight into the air; barely touching Vos's chin. The mech looked as if he was concentrating on something else, and the femme was interrupting it. Vos was indeed contemplating a name for the femme. What had she thought? He was not much for names. He was more of a---disruptive kind of personality. Nonetheless, if he had been creative enough o remodel this femme, he could motivate himself to conjure a name.
"Your designation, I believe, was Deatheye." Vos said thoughtfully, yet had masked the fact in his voice that he had just made the name up. "Other data on your person? You are a warrior I believe. You came in a stasis pod from the Jungle Planet I believe, since it was your turn in your family to visit Cybertron, where your grandparents resided. Your parents were on the jungle planet in the first place since there was a colony there from the golden age, as you may or may not recall. The whereabouts of the colony are currently unknown, but nonetheless you arrived on Cybertron via stasis pod, and landed right in the center of battle. From the data I managed to collect about you, despite your field being deleted, some vehicons recall an elderly femme calling your name to the side of the Decepticons, and you recognizing your elder's cry, and fighting for the Decepticons. You fought bravely, but unfortunately, your grandmother died in your first battle. or we think she died. The rest was hard to gather--and frankly I wasn't entirely interested in you since, you were almost quite dead--but from what I gathered you swore loyalty to the Decepticons, and became one of our soldiers. You became a fine war-machine, so some soldiers say, but when the day came to depart Cybertron, and you joined your brothers on the Nemesis, you were told to assault the Arc in a shuttle. The Autobots had the same idea, and just before both were thrust into a space bridge, both your small frigates were locked in combat, and you chased and fought each other across the universe, until at last, I hypothesize--the Autobots defeated you with their last strength, and seeing that there were no other stasis pods out in space, and you were the only one, I believe you know you were chosen to be the one to live."
Vos gestured to her.
"I wouldn't say you have done the most flattering job for the past few decades, but now that you live once more, I would think it safe to say chance has granted you a new life. if you have any questions regarding navigation, I have ample matters to attend to."
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Post by RedOptics on May 20, 2015 23:35:53 GMT
Deatheye would keep her obedient optics on him as he told her past's story. So, that's what happened. She didn't remember her brothers, or her grand parents at all, therefore leading her to believe it was the result of being awoken after such a long time. Her servos curled into loose fists as he finished and straightened her posture. Thank you, sir. Deatheye did not know his name, so she assumed 'Sir' was always the more respectful way to call someone of whom you held no knowledge about. The dark purple femme blinked, then walked out the doorway. It would appear that she had the same voice as before, except more serious and withheld less of her recent innocence, though it was ever so slightly there. Only bots with the keenest of audios would be able to pick it up, but not herself.
So... the Nemesis, that's where she was. Deatheye could feel the gravity shift under her trods, she guessed it was still a ship up until now. Or at least a ship with the same name. It felt strange to walk once again, and she mainly focused her senses on her legs rather than her upper body. Her plating shifted as she kept her pace, her chest hissing air once in a while. She felt ancient almost, and it was a strange feeling indeed.
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