Captured and Not Happy

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Characters: Open
Location: The Brig
Content Warnings: None, Yet
Plot Summary: Chris is not having fun with his current conditions as prisoner on The Nemesis.

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Chris tried for the third time to break it of his chains, but was by now realizing it was useless.

He laid back against the wall of his cell and sighed quietly. No com or phone to call anyone, and chained up in a damn cell. This was exactly what he had been afraid of happening - but in his mind it had been MECH. Not the Decepticons that had decided to take him for god only knew what reason. Dissection? Study? Ransom? All he knew was he really hated that damn Aston Martin and his big mouth.

Getting up to drag himself toward the edge of the cell, he decided to again try to play tough guy. The only way he was getting out fo this, he figured, was to not show these guys fear. As hard as that was, considering he was terrified right now. “I hope you guys know that the Autobots are going to kick your sorry butts when they notice I’m gone!” He shouted as loudly as he could. “You might as well let me go right now and save yourself the trouble!”

Yeah, like that was gonna work, he told himself. Kicking a wall to the side.

He just really hoped the others had noticed he hadn’t come home yet. They had to, right?

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Eerily light pedefalls for such a large and sinister mech could be heard drawing closer, led by the sharp clicks and clacks of claws. A faint click of the glossa of the mech against the roof of his mouth sounded as though to ascertain the surroundings, and anyone in the area by shape. A smirk crossed his features when he heard the shout.

"Cute, but they didn't even do it when their little jet medic went missing. Face it, you're like Pharma, weak and unimportant to them." His voice was softspoken at the moment, sweet and calm, but in an almost medicinally, sickly sweet way. "What makes you think you're special to them when their half-traitor wasn't even special?"

The Pet itself postured, seeming to snarl and let a strange mixture of cranial fluid and energon drip from its mouth. It still seemed to be chewing on what looked to be a brain module, which either had become its lunch or its favorite chew toy.

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Holy crap; that was one scary looking Decepticon and the dog or whatever it was certainly didn’t help.

Chris fell back a bit, his voice caught in his throat. But he wasn’t going to show these guys he was afraid he told himself, he wouldn’t let himself be that way. He didn’t know Pharma had ever been captured, but someone had to go for him right? Or he escaped. He was back on base. They would not have taken him if they thought that he couldn’t be useful.

But what if he was right? He has been dumped into the Autobots lives... Yet at the same time, they’d taken him in. Treated him like family. Warpath has practically all but officially adopted him. He was family now, he tried to tell himself. They wouldn’t let anything happen to him, would they?

“You underestimate how close we are as a team,” Chris told him, getting close to the front again and trying his best to look tough. “My dad?” He paused, he hadn’t called Warpath that yet, but he hoped it might intimidate the mech more. “He’s a Wrecker, and a tank. And I wouldn’t want to be you, your cronies, or Toto over there when he finds me. Knowing him he’s got a few missiles with your names on it.”

[Soundwave]

The slender digits of the silent mech tacked away on a control panel before grasping at the handles of a box to properly carry. A tall mech stalks into brig, pedes quiet as he found out about rubber and installed them onto a special pair of "shoes". Almost like wearing wool over your shoes in Alcatraz in solitary confinement. The prisoners inside wouldn't see this dark mech as he walked on, until he was infront of their cells. Of course those outside such as the pet and Kaon would notice him.

A particular cell he stopped infront of, Chris's cell. Suddenly the reflection of the human was caught in his mask before he sets the box or crate or... coffin down to sit upon, facing Chris. Here he sat and observed the human not from cameras and audio recordings. But instead with his own two optics. Two unseen optics. Did he have two? His mask prevented anyone from knowing.

He carefully turns his visor towards Kaon and the pet, gently nodding to them in acknowledgement before his casual look turned back to the human. To him, this was almost therapeutic. Just sitting infront of a cell for a prisoner. Watching and waiting.

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For a quaint and quick moment, Kaon nodded his helm to his fellow communications expert, Soundwave. He appeared much more different than the stockier frame Kaon recalled. Surely an effect of having to take a new mode to continue surveillance, no doubt. Kaon could have chosen a new form but why mess with the classic? He was, after all, the electrocutioner of the Decepticon Justice Division, not an average electric generator or electric enforcement chair.

"Isn't that sweet? But are you so sure that you really have team loyalty being so new to the team?" He then leaned in more, a cruel grin crossing his face. "A tank is supposed to scare me? I'm made of stronger stuff than you think, kid. I've taken on a Phase Sixer with nary a scratch. Do you know what a Phase Sixer is, boy?" He seemed to have a passive-aggressive tone before continuing. "The most powerful bots, oftentimes one of Megatron's Warriors Elite. Strong sparks, strong frames, and a terrible propensity to turncoat." He gave a scoffing laugh. "I can assure you, he doesn't want to mess with the Pet if he wants to live."

That wasn't a threat. That was a promise. The last few mecha who dared to harm The Pet had ended up with sticky ends; the canine-like bot was Kaon's closest companion--even closer than his teammates. He did not take well to harm to his dear companion animal and had once solely torn a mech apart for it.

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The heavy, unhurried boom...boom...boom was all that preceded Tarn's arrival to the brig. Had it been a bot they were containing, he may have thrown in a touch of the Empyrean Suite, just to let them know who was on their way. Sadly, the horror that had become associated with the song would be lost on the organic. A shame. He would have to get more creative in terrifying this one.

He rounded the corner, not pausing even as the slightest flicker of surprise registered. Kaon did as he pleased aboard the ship, and it was not his presence that caught Tarn's interest. It was Soundwave's. Tarn wasn't aware that the communication's officer was interested in the...oddity aboard their vessel.

As he neared, he hailed them. Kaon had, undoubtedly, already become aware of him, but, Tarn was nothing if not polite.

"Soundwave, this is an unexpected pleasure," he rumbled.

His voice was deep, and slightly roughened but not unpleasant in the least. There was a reason he could literally talk people to death, after all. The touch of a cultured accent lilted over his words softly, something that had become permanent since his...rebirth.

He hulked into view, towering over the other two Decepticons as he paused next to Kaon. His masked face turned toward the cell in which the human was contained. Amusement and disgust in equal measures passed through his optics. Amusement at the boy's defiance, disgust at his organic nature.

"And what's this, Kaon?" he bent slightly, as though he couldn't quite see the creature within the cell, "Ah! You've found our native passenger. How...quaint it is."

He stood to his full height again, the treads on his back and shoulders rotating absently with the movement. His tone had been mockingly polite, though, his optics were nothing but cold.

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Ok this was getting a bit too close for comfort.

Chris felt his spark bounding in his chest. There were three of them now and all of them looked as intimidating as he’d expected but still nothing had prepared him. Chris had to think fast lest he be cornered by three mechs that could easily hurt him. Unfortunately his body did the thinking for him as usual.

Without warning Chris transformed.

He wasn’t sure how these three would react to his transformation. But he still let his swords pop up on his back. As if to show that he was more than prepared to fight them off. “If this is your idea of cornering me and trying to talk me down into compliance or some crap? You can forget that. I have two swords with all your names on it,” he managed. “And as for you, Sparky. You sure as hell don’t know the first thing about the Autobots or my dad if you think he’s doing anything less than looking for me.”

He let himself flare up a bit. Hoping at the very least his transformation might shock him away. Even if he had just given away his hybrid nature.

[Soundwave]

Observations of this human resulted in... him being like any other human. So torture of organics will need careful attention in order not to kill such a weak subject. Typical, when he couldn't have much fun and gather information. Then again he was with someone who lived to extract information from the unwilling right next to him.

What did surprise him was Tarn approaching in his carefully primmed self. A beacon of Decepticons and a brutal one at that. Now Decepticon mask gazed upon Decepticon mask. Then a gentle nod of acknowledgement came from the silent mech. Yet he soon realized no Imperium Suite was sung, then again they were with a lowly organic. Nothing he can do can surprise these three powerhouses of the Decepticons.

That was until a sudden burst of swords came from his back. This was new indeed and before Kaon, The Pet, and Tarn could react. He was standing from his crate and his helm activated recording features and he turned to the other three to let them see the recording features were active before he trained his mask upon Chris. Gathering information for the future is what he loved and will happily provide to the other Decepticons. Chris had just revealed a big secret and Soundwave was keen on exposing it to a vast majority.

...Disgusting organic sullying the very nature of Cybertronians. Had he more examples of this techno organic. He would ask these two Decepticon Justice Division Members to eradicate this one. But seeing as he is an only one, he would "politely" grab their shoulders before letting them proceed.

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Soundwave's silence was unnerving, but not unfamiliar to Kaon. He himself had his own moments of abject silence, though not a vow of silence like Soundwave had made. He respected the main communications officer quite well, to be fair, as the only one as loyal to the Decepticons as the Justice Division themselves was none other than Soundwave himself.

He could hear the thunderous pedefalls and gave the eeriest uptick in his smirk. Just enough to tell the little organic that something was up, something wicked that way came.

"Quaint indeed, Commander Tarn. Much like that...medic." The word, the thought of his most recent failure still stung like acid on his glossa and lips. "If this native weren't a good bargaining chip, I believe it would have already known what it is like to be what that prattling automotive medic calls a 'crispy critter'. Honestly even his adoption of Earth vernacular should earn him a spot on the List..." It was obvious how much disdain he held for Knock Out and his way of adopting the humans' culture into his nature instead of being proud of Cybertron's native culture.

The telltale sounds of transformation gave him pause and he shuddered. "And now organics seek to try to make one of us their own? Sick. Soundwave, make sure this information gets to Lord Megatron." He then mused. "Tarn, should we test if it has a spark, even if we are not allowed to snuff it yet?"

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Tarn observed the creature with disgusted fascination, listening to Kaon's words. The reminder of the escape of both Autobot medics was a blow to the DJD itself. Kaon was one of them, and, yes, while it was his failure, that failure extended to Tarn himself as his direct superior. Still, Tarn could not be angry with Kaon. Oh, he had at first. He had raged, well away from the others so as not to damage anyone in his fury at losing Pharma again. But, anger was an unseemly emotion, and Kaon was one of his oldest comrades. No, he was not angry anymore. They would learn from this, grow from this, and better themselves.

"Indeed. It must have some value, else it would not have survived this long," his lips, hidden beneath his mask, curled into a small smirk, "Though, I confess that I am curious to see what your powers could do to one of these Earth creatures, Kaon. Would they simply suffer convulsions, like our kind? Or would they...explode from within?"

The words were spoken with dark amusement, said for the benefit of their prisoner more than anything.

He hadn't counted on the creature transforming. Before his very optics, the insect shifted to something more Cybertronian in nature. The disgust returned tenfold, mixed with incredulity that something like this abomination could exist. As a loyal servant of Lord Megatron, and a proud Cybertronian himself, it was his place to ensure that it would no longer. His cannon whined as it began to glow purple, the fleshling's words barely registering.

The only thing that stopped Tarn from destroying it was Soundwave's sudden movement as he stood. Tarn looked at him questioningly, red optics narrowed. Ah, he was recording, then. Slowly, the tank relaxed. So, then, the creature was to be studied. A sensible outcome. He nodded, once, in response to the spy's restraining touch, easily reading the absent words: Do not destroy the creature. The cannon powered down.

"As you wish, Soundwave. We will stay our hands," his gaze swung back to the fleshling in the cell, hidden mouth curled in a sneer, "But, I believe that Kaon is right. For the sake of discovery, allow me to ascertain if this abomination has a spark."

His tone was cruel, and he knelt even as he spoke, as though to get on the human's level. A mocking action, to remind the prisoner of just how small he was here. He allowed the creature's previous words to come to the forefront of his mind.

"Talk you into compliance?" he sounded vaguely surprised, "If that's what you would like, I can acquiesce, of course. Talking is one of my specialties."

His power seeped into his words, that fine-tuned ability that gave him control over a cybernetic body. Controlling technology and causing it to malfunction, used with precision control. He was a puppetmaster, and those he spoke to, his puppets. He focused on the creature's legs, looking to lock them up at the joints, paralyze them.

"You think yourself an Autobot, do you?" he chuckled, his voice slipping lower, both in pitch and volume, spreading the paralysis upward, "Then we would be remiss in not extending you the proper courtesy," he focused on the arms next, slowly moving inward toward the spark, if the creature had one, "I sincerely hope that your 'father'makes a rescue attempt. I want to meet him. I want to speak with him," he was whispering now, his voice just audible, "Spark to spark."

He 'squeezed', not enough to gutter the spark, but enough to be painful.

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Chris didn’t reply with words, he was ready to reply with actions.

But as soon as he moved, moments after the mocking of him, Chris stopped. Not by his own volition, but from a sudden searing pain. What was this? Chris didn’t know but he could feel it all over his body, and it was only increasing the more that the mech they called Tarn spoke. It was like he was attacking him from the inside with just words... Who the heck were there people? The more it went on - the more he felt too much pain to get a response.

Then Tarn hit the spark.

Chris screamed so loudly he was seeing red. He fell to the ground in such severe pain he wasn’t even sure what to do. Clutching his chest, and trying to breathe. His robotic form immediately retracted in what he guessed was an attempt to protect him - but the pain hardly dulled. “Stop! Make it stop! Please!” His voice came out in a squeak - clearly not as powerful or able to take damage as the typical Cybertronian - it felt as though he was dying. “I can’t breathe! Please stop it!” He choked.

He really did not want to die. He lost all control of his body after the last part of the begging. His body shaking violently, as bile moved up his mouth.

[Soundwave]

The camera of his mask was held rock solid. Not a flinch, even when Tarn started to speak. Normally anyone would be spooked at such a wide angle attacking "Weapon". Yet Soundwave was confident in Tarn and instructed all his onboard computers to not erase any motions of fear. During Tarn's voicing, only once did his systems picked up... Well it seems Soundwave was confident in his companion.

He did side step slowly and got a closer angle for his investigation. So far, Tarn was taking things swimmingly. Having displayed just enough skill to torture than to kill. An unseen smirk came to Soundwave at the competence of the DJD Leader. No wonder Megatron was fond of him.

What he wasn't really fond of was that organic was doing. Shivering, convulsing, agony. He almost needed to lift his face plate so he wouldn't drown. Instead he cut off his visual of Chris, informed his computers to track him and alert him to any movements and still record.

Still, he wanted to set his present within that crate out infront of Chris to "please" him. For now though, this is the first of his presents.