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Post by Vos on Sept 9, 2016 16:19:43 GMT
(( Participants: @newkaon , Vos ))=====Aboard the Nemesis=== Today was his first day on the job, alone and without overbearing co-workers. The ex-vehicon seeker was free to go wherever his whims carried him, for one of the few times in his life. He was the new Vos now, which meant he could spit in the face of any air-headed official and tell them their his business didn't encircle any of their concerns. And yet, Vos found that he had little taste for that attitude, as his day's menu of projects opened up before him. The day he had been enlisted in the DJD was still fresh in his mind. He'd had a few changes to his frame so that he didn't look like Cut-Up with a Vos mask slapped on his face. Now he looked like himself in his glory days as the Grand Cutter. He was hunter once again, a predator of a mech. Only--he was more ghostly looking, and whenever he looked at his reflection in the glass it looked like some kind of nightmare had influenced and twisted his style. Vos just grunted at his reflection, as he reviewed what he was to do today. Perhaps a few practice sessions in the training ring? No, mauling or getting mauled didn't sound like the finest thing to do at the moment.
Vos found himself walking towards the prison cells, to look upon any prisoners of war. It was so interesting, looking from the opposite side of the ray-shield. To know that he'd been there and gotten out. He stopped in front of a protectobot who looked like he'd seen better days. Vos decided that He'd give the mech the pleasure of being put out of his misery the slow and painful way. Vos was a bit rusty with torture, so today was a good day to practice. The instant he unlocked the cell, forcing the cuffed mech to his feet, Vos saw the empty despair in his prisoners optics. Life had long since been drained from his eyes. Vos wasn't about to change his mind though. He pushed the mech forward, he punched the protectobot forward, getting him to the torture chambers. "Alright Autobot, you're going to tell me precisely everything you know about what you know the Autobots are up to." Vos said slowly. It was a classic way of saying, 'I'm gonna kill you really brutally, so buckle up sunshine'. Really. Vos knew the mech hadn't seen the light of day for at least two months. There was no way this guy knew anything about anything recent. if he did though Vos was about to know.
It was only a few minutes before Vos was strapping the mech in once inside a torture chamber, fingering his torture weapons like an artist rubs new pencils. "Hmmm." He thought aloud...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 18:31:06 GMT
Vos Walking down the hallways of the Nemesis was Kaon. Much like Cut-Up, he was fairly new to the job as well and had his frame upgraded. Execpt his were more signifigant. Being able to hold onto more than one gun, intergrated a communications hacking device and energon signature into his arms, and being able to have his Great Sword clip onto his back. Unlike Vos, who had the old Vos' face-mask-thing, Kaon didn't share any resemblance to his predecessor. As far as he was concerned, Tesla Arc was someone best forgotten. What was Kaon doing wandering around the Nemesis anyway? The answer is simple really. He was looking for Vos. If the DJD were to be an efficient enough team, then they'd have to work together. And the best way to do that was spend time together. The mech already had more than enough time to get fully acquainted with Helex. To imagine that there was only one active member of the DJD that wasn't Tarn. The dedication to simply not give up when everyone else was gone kind of amazed Kaon. Then again, it depended on how long Helex was by himself until he showed up. Kaon had seen Vos before. In London as Cut-Up, fighting against Skyspray with two other vehicons. It was quite brave of them to do that. It made Kaon hope for Vos to put their names down as affiliates to the DJD. One could even take the place of Tesarus, but that was unlikely to happen as there kind of needed to be a second gestalt to add onto their "powerhouse" stat. Kaon's mind then flipped onto the femme in Brisbane. He never got her name, but he realised the potential in her. She also seemed to be a former Autobot. Which was good because they seemed to want her dead. It sounded like an excellent card to play when trying to convince her to join the Decepticons. She could even be a replacement for the title of Kaon, albiet that she'd have to wait for Array to either quit or die since Array would take the mantle after Kaon. The mech then stopped at the door of the torture chambers. Kaon looked down at his arm. Vos's energy signature was in there all right. Being polite, Kaon knocked on the door as he opened it and peered in. He saw Vos hum as he was examining tools. Kaon walked in further as the door closed behind him. Kaon made his way to Vos, making his presence clear. He didn't have any real reason to lurk in the shadows so what would be the point. Kaon smiled as he waved. Not a common thing for someone ij DJD to do, but hey! They're all friends. Conditionally at least. "Greetings, Vos. You're au- oh. I see that you are busy."Kaon said as he noticed the Protectobot strapped in. He must've overlooked, or miss-read the scanner. Kaon will have to work on that, not checking the scanner properly may come back with repercussions. It was odd to see a Protectobot get tortured by the DJD. There was barely any- if not none- on the List. Perhaps this Protectobot was a rival of Vos'? Kaon looked around to see the various tools and equipment around and looked Vos. "Do you require any assistance in punishing this Protectobot for whatever crimes he has been convicted of?"Skidmark had already gone out of his way to find Vos. He might as well not make the time he had spent looking for Vos a waste. Even if he wasn't to participate in the torture, he could still hang about. There couldn't be much harm in doing that.
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Post by Vos on Sept 10, 2016 15:50:36 GMT
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A miniature saw blade meant to slowly but surely shred through a victims armor surgically with the power of a carpenters saw was held in Vos’s servo. The mech flipped it around as the Protectobot clenched his fists, gritting his dentals behind his mask. Too flashy. Vos sighed. His servos wrapped around a needle full of a deadly virus, something that would not only triple the victims pain receptors capability, but also start a gradual and agonizing death. It was called the Black Choker, a poison that had always been known to drag out the deepest of secrets from any victim. It also had a dormant remedy within it, as well as other chemical properties ready to speed or slow the process up with just a push of a button. Ah, what technology could do these days. Vos thought about using the poison, when none other than Kaon knocked—and walked right in.
At the sight of a DJD member, Vos whipped around, a long handled hatchet clenched in a drawn back hand, ready to be thrown right at the face of the enemy. Kaon’s brisk words then registered, about maybe assisting Vos in torturing the mech.
“Excuse me?” Vos tilted his helm to the side. Then everything came back. “Oh yeeeeeah, You guys aren’t trying to kill me anymore. Right.” Vos retracted the hatchet, sliding it into his subspace, “Sorry about that. Comes with being rogue for about six months.” Vos recomposed himself, brushing himself off as if the dust of a fight had already covered his chest plating. Vos thought about this Kaons words again. This guy was either here to get Vos to trust him so that Kaon could keep a tab on him for Tarn, maybe stab him in the back. Or this guy was for real. Vos stared at Kaon thoughtfully for a few seconds. Vos looked back at the needle that had still been held in his other servo, then back at the Autobot.
This Kaon—yes, they’d met before. He recalled him in London. Surprisingly, this wasn’t the first time Kaon had acted like a potential friend. Oddly enough, Vos had been offered help by the mech in London after charging Skyspray. Vos had survived then of course, along with his brothers, but had taken a beating. He hadn’t aceepted help form the DJD since he believed it to be a trick—and now he was one of them. Irony had a way of twisting around Vos these days. Perhaps this Kaon was actually trying to be a friend since this was his second, genuine-seeming attempt to help Vos. Vos knew he could use an ally whenever he could get one. Still. He needed to watch his step. Especially since this was the DJD. Sure he’d been recruited, but this was the first time in DJD history that an ex-DJD member had been re-recruited. Something was up---maybe. Cut-Up was too wary to just hope and skip his way through this little scenario, thinking that everything was safe and secure. The mehc’s eyes were peeled.
“Sure thing Kay-O.” Vos answered briskly, “Actually, I believe this is an A19 Strike team Protectobot. These black ops guys are as hard to catch as they are to break. This ones been in the cells for two months. I want whatever he’s holding in out. Which may include organs, protoform supports---T-cogs.” Vos said, keeping his tone level, trying to get the ‘bot to squirm. He just coughed.
Vos glanced expressionlessly back at the Black Choker. Nope, too unoriginal. He threw the vile against the wall, letting the void-colored liquid stain the walls. “Why don’t you have the first go then. Electrocution always made progress.” He gestured at the ‘bot. One polite turn deserved another, even if it was to be seen if this was all an act.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 22:19:14 GMT
Vos As Vos turned around with a hatchet in-hand, Kaon readied himself by placing his right hand on the hilt of the sword on the same side. He had to defend himself in case anything happaned. Luckily it didn't. So when Vos retracted the hatchet, Skidmark released his grip of the sword's hilt. As Vos explained himself, Kaon nodded. Being a bounty hunter before the war, there was always someone looking to take your shanix or place a bounty on your head. The senate themselves were mostly guilty of this. At least Vos was alert. And cautious. Kaon was surprised when Vos said he had gone rouge for six months. Kaon was sure it was less than that. Then again, Cut-Up's- as he was called back then- desertion was not really known hence why Kaon didn't lash out at the three vehicons. They weren't registered on the List. Well. That and the uncommon instance where Vehcions never desert their faction. Save for Taggon. He was a special case. When Vos started to talk about what the Protectobot had done, he raised a brow at the word "A19". This had to be the first time he has heard the name out loud. He had read it before on Astrinal and Taggon's entries on the list. But since Astrinal was dead the team had to have disbanded. She was the leader of the sub-group afterall. There wasnt something to pass down the title like the Matrix. Was there? No matter. He thought the team was disbanded. He was wrong. Not like it mattered anyway. Kaon was unsure of the nickname he was just given by Vos. At least it wasnt Fakaon. That one was quite annoying. Kaon also took a quick glimpse of the vial Vos threw away. The mech grimmaced as he looked at it. He remember the previos Kaon showing him and Array what it was. Not pretty. When Vos talked about electrocution, the mech raised another brow. He shrugged at look around the area. He found a chair, similar to Kaon's alt mode. The mech called Vos over. "Hey, Vos. How's about using this?"
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Post by Vos on Sept 11, 2016 1:46:53 GMT
The joy about nick names was that it was easy to make up nick names for anyone with a two-syllable name, or even a three syllable name. However, Vos enjoyed the fact that his name was just one syllable, hence, it'd be hard to find him a fitting nickname. At least, one he hadn't heard already. 'Cut-Up' had been his one and only nickname for the longest time, most likely since it had been the most fitting. Vos remembered when he bore that name with pride and joy. it had been a nice, straight-to-the-point name. He secretly (and sarcastically) wished Kaon luck in finding him a new nickname, if he was going to try to do that.
Vos couldn't help but crack a grin behind his mask at the fact that Kaon had been ready for an attack as well. He had nodded in understanding. So Kaon had probably done a few strange things in his past as well. Six months of being rogue on Vos's part was something definite. He'd spent the majority of being rogue cooped up in a prison cell before he'd escaped. Some would say those months being rogue didn't count, but Vos enjoyed taking trophies, or having something to say to himself about what he'd done. So he'd been rogue for Six months period.
Vos unstrapped the protectobot at Kaon's suggested torture instrument. Apparently this Kaon didn't turn into a chair. Then again I don't transform into gun. Vos thought to himself. he unstrapped the protectobot from the berth, then the mech tried to land a kick. Desperate not to go down without a fight, like all Autobots, the mech was determined to land a firm, hard kick right to Vos's helm. it took strength and skill on the bots part, but unlike the poor fellow, Vos had been recently fueled. A quick side step, followed by a fluid punch to the back of the helm ended the fight. The protectobot fell to the floor, dizzy and very low on energy. Vos just stood over him. He'd known the mech would have attacked. Vos had been a soldier before, as Kaon had thought. Vos's visor looked down upon the mech, stomping a foot right in the center of the mech's spine. Vos was showing the mech that there was no escape. The energon he'd tried to use to hit Vos had been wasted--and now the bot was on the ground, gasping for breath after the effort. It was a silent speech that hung in the air, as the mech came to realize what Vos was indicating: There had been no hope of him leaving in the first place. The bot was too low on energy, even if he had lowered the punch he never would have made it outside, or around the corner for that matter. Vos picked the mech up, before shoving him into the chair. Vos didn't bother strapping him in, the prisoner hopelessly sunk his helm.
Vos was waiting for his prey to try to make a mad dash for the exit, a mad dash which he knew the Protectobot couldn't make. The protectobot knew that as well, along side the fact that Vos was waiting for him to pull a stunt like that so he could beat him up further. So the protectobot didn't move.
"I hate the smart ones." Vos sighed, as he returned to glancing at torture weapons. "They aren't as persistent as often as the brute-classed ones are." There was a small pause, as Vos lifted a vile of liquid. Any torturer knew that it was supposed to be injected into the victim's fuel pump. The liquid was 'sticky', as in it would remain in the fuel pump, too thick to disperse into the energon streams. It would eventually be super heated by the amount of activity in the fuel pump, and then disperse at extra ordinarily hot temperature, bursting and or melting veins. Vos discarded this little vile as well.
"Too boring." He muttered, "Alright Kaon. Show 'em what for. In the meantime, I forgot to inform you, the A19 Strike team was recently re-used by my cousin, Taggon. he seems to be gathering them up for another project of his. I don't know what he has up his sleeve, but I'm guessing that it isn't pretty. Pardon my bad---updating manners?" Vos searched for the picture of words for a minute, casually fingering more torture tools indecisively. He was holding the chainsaw again.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 23:22:15 GMT
Kaon pushed the chair over to Vos' position as his colleague... asserted his dominance over his prisoner. Kaon was surprised at how weak the A19 soldier was. He thought they would give more of a fight than a standard protectobot that had just rolled off of the assembly line. No matter. What Vos did was appropriate, make sure that the Proctectobot didn't try the stunt again. Even though Vos was wanting to have another go.
"Yet the smart ones do have the brains to strike at an appropriate time. Makes it all the more fun to foil their attempt."
Kaon said as he looked down at the Protectobot and then back up at Vos before examining the electric chair to see how it worked. Kaon thought to himself deeply as he placed a servo on his chin plate examined every nook and cranny of the torture device. Kaon was soon distracted as Vos briefly talked about the A19 sqaud. It was odd that Vos had this information let alone the word "cousin" was used.
Kaon pondered to himself briefly. Could Vehicons have genetic family relations such as a Carried spark and a few Forged sparks. But Constructed Cold sparks are artificial, made from spark splicing. It was strange really. Then again, the word cousin could of been used as a figure of speech as vehicons are kind of "one in the same" or however the hell it went.
Kaon had quickly gotten back to his work on learning how to use the product without instructions; a task that is sure a pain in the arse. Kaon soon realised that the chair worked on batteries and there was just enough juice left for one quick session. Sweeeet!
Kaon got up onto his feet- as he was crouching down as he was examining the chair- and looked at the Protectobot and walked over to him. Vos was busy with looking at the tools and Kaon had done his part finding out how the chair works. But while Vos was looking over the tools, the A19 could of ran off. Kaon had to make sure this didn't happen. The mech lightly put a servo on the protectobot's helm. A physically gentle way of keeping the prisoner to stay where they were while mentally reminding them that there is no hope. Kaon crossed his arms and looked over in Vos' direction to see how he was doing picking a tool. It looked like Vos had found a tool of interest. A chainsaw.
Seeing the chainsaw reminded Kaon of Tesarus. Granted, Kaon never knew the guy, but the blades of the chainsaw reminded the religious psychopath of Tesarus' saw blades that were implanted into the middle of his body. Honestly, Tesarus had only been the DJD member had a serious question about: If Tesarus had a oversized shredder in the middle of his body, were does the spark go? Or perhaps "where did the spark go?" Would of been a better question due to fairly recent events.
"Any ideas on what techniques you'll use with your chainsaw? That is if you're not going to go with the usual 'just cut them up'."
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