Chris Meets a “Cylcops”

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Characters: Shockwave
Location: Med Bay
Content Warnings: N/A; Yet
Plot Summary: Chris gets the examination of how he works he’s dreaded since he arrived.

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Chris had been dreading this the entire time.

He could really only think of one reason he was in the med bay. And given the mech that ended up being his father (god that was a weird one) Knock Out, wasn’t there it had to be what he was dreading. The Decepticons, or at least someone within them, wanted to know how he worked, probably study him. And as much as he hoped it would be painless he was starting to think the Decepticons didn’t know the meaning of that word.

He thought that the worse part was the fact he was attached to the table by cuffs. Of course - they didn’t want a struggle and they knew he had swords. Why risk a fight right?

Too bad for these guys, Chris would fight anyway.

He yanked violently at his wrists in an attempt to get one free. All that did was hurt a lot though... Damn. He groaned quietly trying to think of easy ways out of this. Come on Chris, your dads a Wrecker, he egged himself on.

Yeah... A lot of good that did him so far. He leaned his head back, god he hoped this was at least over fast.

[Shockwave]

Shockwave took his time preparing for the.. Specimen. Now it wouldn't do to anger Knockout or Breakdown, but he still needed to investigate the inner workings of this creature. Several scanners and other devices were stored away in his subspace, all primed and ready. As he exited his lab, he locked it, having left GH-89 on duty in case anyone acted stupid and broke it, which would be a feat in of itself. However, GH-89 was ready to crawl into their chassis and tear every piece of their inner workings apart before stabbing through their spark. A most painful punishment indeed.

As he traveled down the halls, cons of all makes and rank stepped out of his way, giving him a wide berth. Good idea. He wasn't in the mood to be bumped into. Shockwave activated the door mechanism and entered the med bay. The specimen, which went by the designation of 'Chris Stratos', was tied down to the table as requested. He took a brief look over him and promptly began to attach various devices to the creature's frame. Then he took out what seemed to be a recording device an began to speak into it.

"Specimen 'Chris Stratos' -Techno Organic life form. Purpose - Unknown. Means of creation - Unknown. Dissection - Hindered. Beginning outward examination." He leaned in closer an his helm fins laid back. "Form seems to be that of the planet Earth's major inhabitants, 'humans'. Optics much brighter than the norm for the species. Strength, speed, intelligence, durability, agility - Unknown if equivalent or equal to standard for the species."  

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Chris tensed at the sound of footsteps entering the room.

He cried to close his eyes - terror slowly sinking in instead of instinct. After his experience with the DJD he was definitely scared. The fact the Decepticons has been less than kind to him definitely didn’t help. God he just wanted... Warpath? Was he seriously thinking of Warpath instead of his Father at this point? He tried to steady his breathing, he wasn’t going to show this mech fear. He was not going to give these creeps the damn satisfaction.

So he opened his eyes and turned immediately to face whoever it was.

And god, it was much scarier than he expected. He trembled quietly, looking at the one opticed mech with a look of pure fear. He didn’t like the fact it didn’t have a mouth or much of a face. He couldn’t read the dang thing and that was more terrifying than anything. A part of him said to bite with his words so to speak, but the other was fighting back tears now that he could tell this was really happening. And he was about to be medically examined of all things by a cyclops.

He cringed as said Decepticon began to read off things. Was he supposed to answer these? Would that save him from some sort of dissection? “Look I’ll tell you whatever you want,” he sputtered, panic setting in as he began to continue to list off things. Especially as he spoke about “outward examination”. “Look if you do this the Autobots are going to put your head on a pike! Let me go you fragging cyclops!”

In what was either pure instinct or pure fear he spat at Shockwave. Feeling his spark pounding at an alarming rate.