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Characters:Shockwave, Pharma Location: Shockwave's Lab Content Warnings: Medical experimentation and forcible extraction of a newspark Plot Summary: While still captured by the Decepticons, Pharma's worst nightmare as a carrier occurs.
A pair of Vehicons had been sent to retrieve Pharma from the brig cell in which he had been thrown. They had been rough about strapping him down to the mobile examination table, perhaps a little too roughly at the wrists and legs, and fairly tight at the neck. He could feel his chest heaving with every heavy vent, tears welling up in his optics.
He tried not to purge while being jostled around until they finally reached a door, inputting a code. The doors slid open and fear seized Pharma. His ventillations grew heavier and he clenched his servos tight into fists, his pedes seeming to lock up at the ankle pivot in his tension.
"What the hell are you going to do to me...?" His optics were a darker shade of blue than normal, though rimmed with a deep red as well. His voice seemed to betray the emotion contained within his optics, quaking in fear but growling with anger at the same time.
Why did he deserve this? Hadn't he been through enough at Delphi? No? Well he thought he'd been through enough.
After a brief conversation with Kaon, the Kaon of another continuity, concerning his current victim, Shockwave had called for the Autobot to be brought to him. By what means, it didn't matter, just as long as it got here in one piece. As he waited, he prepared, GH-89 shrieking and chittering by his side or on his shoulder. There was a silent communication between master and pet, especially about what was to come and what purpose the creature would be executing. Everything had to go perfectly. As he held a delicate container in his servo, GH-89 examined it from afar. Of all things, this must not be damaged.. Lest all his hard work be for naught.
The whoosh of metal doors parting filled the room, but he ignored it, allowing GH-89 to greet his guests.. And the Autobot especially. The creature would leap onto the table as the Autobot growled, getting in his face and shrieking at him to silence him. "Enough." The creature silenced immediately and launched back to his master's side, staying on the counter as Shockwave motioned for the Vehicons to push the Autobot forward and in front of his view. As he walked about the table, he held up a small recording device, looking over Pharma's frame like one would a test subject.. Which is what the Autobot was. "Experiment 23-7. Subject - 07 | Designation - Pharma. Frame shows mild signs of outward distress, little physical wounds, internals are to be determined."
He then leaned over Pharma to stare the other down with his single optic. "Subject shows signs of being a spectralist. How interesting.." Shockwave sat the recorder down to take a clawed digit and dig into Pharma's chassis, just where the seam to his spark casing was. "Pharma. Do you understand why you are here?"
Weary optics seemed to rim with hints of a sickened green alongside the red. Whether it was emotionally sickened or physically sickened had yet to be determined; Pharma was essentially quite queasy and he didn't know whether it was from him being wheeled to the lab by the breakneck speed bastard Vehicons, carrying, or the fact that he simply was so sick from underfueling thanks in no small part to Kaon.
He shuddered at how Shockwave recorded himself for the experiment. Oh gee, yes, obviously he was distressed in between the Decepticon Justice Division starving him and being dragged to a lab. The most prominent physical wound still showing was his chevron, which he had snapped off to repair Ratchet's the day he had allowed himself to be captured for Ratchet's sake.
For Ratchet, he told himself.
Amusing, Shockwave knew that faiths other than the cult-like devotion to Megatron existed? Interesting. He almost wanted to snap back. "Because you're a sick bastard who has no regard for scientific ethics and Kaon probably snitched about what he did to me?" His voice was as venomous as toxic energon at the moment.
"Or maybe because you want to take what isn't yours, is that it? I mean you've got a containment unit that looks like it could house a spark."
He was still slightly feisty at times. This was one of those times. As long as Kaon wasn't nearby, he was actually a little more feisty, as though he didn't have to kowtow to the insane electrocutioner or his commander, the bastard tank who had ruined Delphi.
To be honest, he was expecting Pharma's outburst, his feisty attitude. It seemed typical of all medics to have some sort of annoying attitude issue, even their own. What was the purpose of it, he would never know.. Nor really care. Psychology wasn't his field of expertise. However, Logic.. She.. No. It would not do to think of her in a moment like this.
"Yes, I did speak with Kaon, and gained his permission to extract the newspark from your chamber. I've tried six times before you with no luck. The newsparks tend to perish after a length of time.. Hopefully this one will survive." His gaze moved over to a rolling table, of which he brought over. Across it was various tools, much like the ones used to help aide sparklings to separate and move into their new frames. Only this time was much different. After getting everything in order, he went for the containment unit, setting it on the table also.
"Now, you have two choices, both of which concern your sparkling's well-being. You can either open your chest plates and allow me access to your spark chamber so I might remove the newspark safely, or I will force you to open and take it by force. You decide." He stated calmly, flicking a few buttons and typing in data on a keypad on the containment unit. It immediately lit up, perfectly replicating the energy and nourishment needed to keep the newspark alive, much like a real spark chamber. Then he turned back to Pharma, looking the Autobot directly in the optics. "Have you decided yet?"
Ah, such a truth was that most medics were feisty for one reason and one reason only: most of their patients were complete and utter morons. The attitude had hardened them against questioning the utter stupidity of some of the more arrogant patients. Or in some cases, the ones who just didn't seem to know their helms from their exhaust ports. But that was neither here nor there.
"I'll never forgive either of you if it perishes. Then again I'm not going to forgive you in general so..." Pharma's well of wit had run dry in the moment and he sighed, a physical and emotional exhaustion overtaking him, causing his statement to drop off. His optics cast a wary gaze to the tray of tools and a wave of acidic fluid rose in his intake for a moment; he forced himself to swallow it back down.
He closed his optics tight, as though to make sure Shockwave couldn't read his emotions through his optics. The newspark. They thought there was only one, he supposed. He hoped he could will the second to hide, or if not that its twin would will the same. When his optics finally opened once more, he could feel a wet trail running from his optic, down his face. Try as he might, he could not keep from finally breaking into tears.
"I'll do it. I'll do it willingly for the newspark's sake." He finally creaked out. There was a soft click before his chestplating separated and the spark chamber opened. More tears came, rolling faster down his face now at the sadistic choice he'd just chosen to make.
The sacrifice that was probably to be in vain.
The inevitable grieving of failing to protect what was his.
His frame seemed to go slack in the moment. There was no more fight left in the moment. Fight was for someone stronger. Fight was for someone who could protect what was theirs. He couldn't even convince his own comrades to keep the Apex Armor so he could protect those most special to him. What made him think he could protect a newspark in his own chest?
On the outside, he watched Pharma weep without pity. On the inside, he saw Pharma as Logic when he held her in his arms after losing their own sparkling, and the emotionless Con was crumbling. However, he had stated he would take the newspark, and he couldn't turn back on his word. The Vehicons that wheeled Pharma in, were dismissed with a wave of his servo. As soon as they were gone, he commanded the doors to lock, impossible to be opened except by he himself.
Once they were alone, he took a cloth from his subspace and wiped some of the tears from Pharma's face in a act of compassion never seen by the mech. Ever. "I and my mate lost our own newspark to the war. In the beginning, I was trying to bring her to safety when Iacon fell. She was caught in the crossfire, and I nearly lost her too. Every newspark I've ever taken.. They may have perished, but that never meant I wasn't just as broken about their death as I had for our Aquarius." He then took a few tools from the tray, setting the containment unit beside Pharma on the table. "I may not look it or act like it.. But I am not this monster the universe believes me to be. I protect my mate from the universe and this war. I'll protect this newspark, this sparkling, just as I would have my own."
With that said, he began to carry out his task. GH-89 crawled forward, and situated itself just below Pharma's chassis, holding the containment unit carefully once Shockwave gave it to it. He looked down into Pharma's spark chamber, viewing the violently flashing and flaring gold spark floating before Pharma's. "A fighter. A protector." If he could have smiled, he would have. Instead, he simply took a few tools and promptly snapped the ties binding it to Pharma's spark, and scooped it into the container. It had already made all the connections before he closed the container. He held up the container to show the golden newspark up so Pharma might see it. "It will be safe, with me. I cannot say the same for the sire, but.. He gave his rights up to me. He will not be allowed access to it at any time, unless I am there to watch. However, I cannot guarantee that he will never corner it alone... But it will be highly unlikely."
Aquarius. He wasn't the only one who named his children for the images in the stars. The charioteer who had passed long ago--Auriga. Pharma often mentally called him "the Charioteer" as a call to the constellation. Pharma's optics would not betray the so-called sympathy for the devil that hid within him. He was at least grateful that no harm would come to the Newspark, at least...directly. He couldn't be guaranteed that Kaon wouldn't do something. Of course not. No one could control the psycho electro except maybe Tarn. He said nothing to Shockwave in the moment, his gaze still weary and wary.
"...of course." He whispered and pursed his lips softly. His optics half-lidded from sheer exhaustion in the moment. "And we can't guarantee that his stupid, filthy beast won't do the same thing." He seemed to try not to spit the word "beast" but that was how he truly felt about The Pet.
GH-89 sat on the table with Pharma as Shockwave walked away with the new spark, carefully placing it within another container, closing it off from the world and it's dangers. Then he walked back to look down at Pharma and place some devices, which he pulled from subspace, onto Pharms's chassis. Once everything was situated, he pulled out a datapad to take down notes. "If I could get away with killing 'The Pet', I would. It leaves far too much of a mess, and the imbecile allows it. He seems to relish in it." he stated nonchalantly, typing thing onto the datapad, having balanced it on his cannon arm.
He gave an uncomfortable shudder at the devices resting on his chassis. Was Shockwave planning on taking the other one too? He couldn't let this one go too. He'd lost so much already. Optics seemed to turn a sickly denim blue of sorts. Little flecks of the natural blue of his optics shifted in, though the rimming of his optics held a sickly green.
All-in-all, despite his effort to hide it, his emotional state was like an open book. A sickly green that matched his sick feelings, and a sickly blue of grief. Overwhelming and thick grief that choked one like a thick, globbing oil mass in the throat.
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