Masquerade

[Hot Shot]

Characters: Hot Shot, @vos
Location: Nemesis Brig
Content Warnings: Potential violence, Mentions of Kidnapping
Plot Summary: Captured and separated from Rodimus, Hot Shot spends some alone time in the brig. However, when the mech that captured him shows his face (and maybe wants Hot Shot to wear it), what will happen to the littlest Wrecker?

[Hot Shot]

Of all the training Hot Shot had to go through in order to become a full-fledged Wrecker.. actually using hostage survival training wasn't exactly the first thing he thought he'd even have to use.

...Primus he wished he'd paid a bit more attention in that class now.

For now he'd just have to do the best he could do, but being captured at all wasn't exactly putting him in the best of moods.  Sure, he wasn't truly alone because Rodimus was captured too, but they weren't together right now.  They were in separate holding cells, and the blue Wrecker may as well have been on his own at that point.  He could only hope that Rodimus was doing alright.  Maybe if he was lucky, he'd escaped by now.  Even if Hot Shot was left behind, just knowing the guy he massively looked up to got out ok would've made him happy.

So instead he sat in the dark holding cell, servos locked in stasis cuffs behind his back with the stasis cuffs anchored to the floor.  He wasn't going anywhere, at least for the moment anyway.

Door wings completely folded back and raised as high as they could go, it was more than obvious how distressed Hot Shot was at the moment.  No matter how hard he tugged at his bonds, there was no breaking them.  It didn't stop him from trying, however..

He was stuck sitting on the floor, waiting for anyone who dared to enter.  He could only hope that it was Rodimus or anyone else willing to give him a hand, but given his luck at this point, he wouldn't be surprised in the least if it were a Decepticon that showed up first.  Especially that creepy one that wanted him to wear his face for some bizarre reason.

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It wasn't every day that Vos got credited with a capture. Usually, when hostages were involved, bigger mechs than him brought them in. But this one, this one was his prisoner. Which was why, after waiting a suitable amount of time, Vos was making his way down to the brig. Oh, he had his orders not to kill the mech, yes. But...a little torment never killed anyone.

He spindled to the door of the prisoner's cell and poked his head up to look in, something that meant he had to stand on the very tips of his pedes. Ahhh, it did him good to see the mech like that, bound and captured and utterly at the mercy of the Decepticons. Vos felt a surge of hateful pleasure.

"A sad sight," he croaked in Primal Vernacular.

[Hot Shot]

Hot Shot tugged at his bonds once more as hard as he could, groaning as he put every ounce of strength he could muster into trying to break free, but even his best wasn't good enough.

His helm fell forward as he gave up on trying to break the restraints for the time being, just allowing himself time to recover at least some of the energy he'd wasted on the last several attempts.  The only other thing he could really do at that moment was entertain himself with his own thoughts, and even then he was limited due to how stressed he was.  Just how was Rodimus doing?  Was he alright?  Still alive even?  Were the Autobots preparing a rescue?

Would they even notice?  After all.. Rodimus was kind of a big deal..  No, he couldn't let himself think that way.  Surely they'd both be rescued.

Surely..

The Wrecker was pulled from his thoughts as he heard an all too familiar yet creepy voice.  His audio hadn't been damaged had it?  Hot Shot couldn't even understand what the guy was saying.  Either way, the voice had been the same as that mask wearing dude.

"Look.. what do you guys want with me?  I can kinda get wanting to capture Rodimus and all, but why me?"

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Vos chuckled, an odd, guttural sound. He did so enjoy it when they started asking questions. Or begging. Any display of fear, really. He motioned to the Vehicons who guarded the door. Fearing the reputation the diminutive bot carried, they hastily complied, allowing him into the cell.

Slipping inside, Vos paused as the door closed again behind him, slowly tilting his head and observing the prisoner. He may as well answer the young bot's questions. Vos closed the distance between them, leaning down in a complete invasion of space, red optics glowing in malignant humor.

His vocalizer didn't quite work in forming Neocybex at this point, attuned as it was to Primal Vernacular. But, he could managed a few words.

"Why...?" he hissed, reaching out to skitter his clawed fingertips across Hot Shot's plating, "DJD....fun."

[Hot Shot]

Hot Shot glanced aside for a moment as the door opened, only turning back once the door was completely shut.  Yes he was scared, but he wasn't about to let Vos see that... yet anyway.

He watched as the slender mech drew closer, getting all up in his personal space when Vos crouched down.  Hot Shot's optics narrowed a bit as he looked to the one who captured him, looking him right in the optics.  There was nothing he could do in this situation, especially with his servos bound behind his back.  Primus he wished he was strong enough to break out of the stasis cuffs, but even so.. he wouldn't get far with this guy so close.  The poor mech didn't stand a chance in their last fight as Vos had managed to restrain him in only a matter of seconds!

A shiver escaped from the Wrecker as Vos began to run his claws across his plating, listening to his broken attempt at speaking.

Wait a minute.. Did this guy not speak this language fluently..?

"Even so.. that doesn't explain what you want with me.  I know, I know.  'Wear my face', but why?  What does that even mean?!"