Thunderclap
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Post by Thunderclap on Jan 25, 2009 0:20:05 GMT -5
((OOC: PROFILE (Commit) PROFILE (Damplokomotiv) )) ++COMM++ Autobots. Emergency. Assistance is required. Information Request from Enemies is being demanded. The history of our plans, past and future are at stake. Resque... **pause** please. ++END COMM++ Commit silently prayed that hope would come. Even though his little golden body was jammed pack with easy acess information, the mech that was 'trying' to get it was doing it the hard way.... and the painful one. He was currently strapped to a table, his arms and legs secured to a platform, upside down, and hovering above a dish of who knows what kind of chemical. He had re-played and re-played the information the monstrous interogator wanted but he never seemed satisfied! The little tape recorded needed help. And so help he called. "What were ou doing here again?"Comit sighed and a scribble was heard as he rewound the tape. // Well! Here we are! Enemy Headquarters! Welcome to the Decepticon Base! ... Commit.... are you recording?
Recording... has been confirmed.
Well that's always good. We're here to retreave a fellow commerad... I think it was the Sportibot Motocross... these guys allways seem to get into trouble. *sigh*
Agreed.
You really need to loosen up... can't you talk normally? You know like... with personality? Cheez wiz? Hey! You could really use a vacation!
Personality....? Fake Cheese? Vacation? I don not need- //He felt the table drop a few inches closer with a stomach churning leap to the hissing green liquid beneath him and Commit's arms and legs were beginning to hurt from holding himself up. The recording snapped to a stop. 'Hurry help please!'
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jan 25, 2009 5:54:52 GMT -5
OOC: Hello again. Mind if I jump in, or were you looking for someone else to RP with?
Fortification cocked his head in curiosity, a habit of his that showed his very small understanding of the world. He rolled the animal from hand to hand, noting every detail. From his data bank recordings, it seemed to be a turbo-fox. It looked offline. Most distressing. ++COMM++ Autobots. Emergency. Assistance is required. Information Request from Enemies is being demanded. The history of our plans, past and future are at stake. Resque... **pause** please. ++END COMM++ Fortification delicately placed the turbo-fox on the ground and played the transmission back to himself. Assistance was, after all, his function, hobby and pastime. Picking himself up, he broke into a steady jog, trying locate the source of the transmission. It did not seem far away. He would investigate. He was sure Prominence would understand when he told him...
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Thunderclap
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Post by Thunderclap on Jan 25, 2009 19:25:31 GMT -5
OOC: I was hoping you were in. ^^ BIC:
Commit optic band went dark as he clsoed them, trying to block out the terrifying image below. He tried to take steady breaths to calm himself. This ... fear ... and panic, was something different to him. It was something completely new. There fore, he was recording. Hidden behind his golden chest plate the wheels in the tiny recorder were spinning, taking down all the sounds. Clanks, mutters, and his pouding fear and heavy breaths in fright. Was this how he was going to end? He tried relaxing, but 'calm' never seemed to come to him. While his 'captor' was rummaging about behind him, muttering angrily and hissing loudly, he tried the comm link again.
++COMM++ Autobots. Emergency. Assistance is required. Information Request from Enemies is being demanded. The history of our plans, past and future are at stake. Hurry! Current location: *scribble as the tape rewound itself. The voices he played back were all different.* //Decepticons!// Decepticon base...// Bad guys... watch out!// There it is! I'd thought I'd never thought I'd see a place like this! //Decepticon base!//
"What are you doing? *loud hiss* GAR!!!
*yelp*
++END COMM++
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jan 26, 2009 3:18:08 GMT -5
Fortification's eyes widened in surprise as he heard the comm message. The Autobot in question seemed to be in great distress, and it was his duty to help him. His jog became a sprint as he pushed his mechanical perimeters. It was lucky he had been on a expedition to the Sonic Canyons, or he may not have picked it up. He saw Decepticon HQ looming above him, and scanned it for footholds. Gripping the nearest with his delicate, white plastic and stainless steel hands, he began to climb...
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Post by Thunderclap on Jan 26, 2009 19:48:07 GMT -5
Commit winces as the liquid, now appearing to be hot, hovered just inches below his face. The golden transformer was now shaking with terror, and the strain on his limbs was exhausting. The larger mech had gone around the back of the room again, and the rattling of who knows what, sounding something like chains and spare parts rattling against each other, made him shiver and concentrate on keeping his eyes closed. He could feel his recorder going on and recording then a loud hiss. This is it! Nothing. Opening his optics, he looked upwards to see a bright light... the doorway open... with some one standing there. Curious, he strained to hear.
There was a loud hiss, a steamy sigh as the mech came back and with a muttered, angry voice, squatted down so he was face to face with Commit and hissed. "Don't go anywhere." Standing back up, he left the room the door hissing clsoed behind him.
Commit was silent. He blinekd at the door a few times before wiggling around and trying to escape. He felt the soft metal around his wrists begin to dent and scrape from effort and he sighed.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jan 27, 2009 15:38:37 GMT -5
Fortification climbed with unnatural endurance, powered by his want to help the source of the distress call. It ocurred to him that it might comfort the bot to comm him back. ++Comm++ Distress signal receaved. Assistance is on the way. ... Please remain calm. ++Comm++ He climbed on, gritting his teeth to stop them chattering from the biting wind whistling from the Sonic Canyons. He didn't really have a plan, odd for one as logical as him, but his primary function overruled all else: help your fellow beings.
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Post by Thunderclap on Jan 27, 2009 18:05:28 GMT -5
Commit froze at the return message of his distress call. Hope leaped into his little spark.
++COMM++ "Calm ... okay ... Interrogator presently out of room. Time left until termination... has increased!" ++END COMM++
He sounded more pleased, and slightly more calmer then before on the comm link, knowing help was on the way. With a loud exhale, his attempts to free himself got harder and faster. 'Surely these can't hold out forever!'
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jan 28, 2009 3:31:18 GMT -5
Fortification continued up the sheer surface of the rock, sweating from excursion. When he reached a ledge, he hoisted himself up and rested for a moment. Leaning back, he propped himself against a wall- and felt a hot breaze across his spine. "Of course! An air conditioning system! This shall be my point of entrance!" He bent the blades of the vent back, and slipped through with ease...
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Post by Thunderclap on Jan 29, 2009 20:14:40 GMT -5
Commit paused to hear footsteps clanking down the hallway, but thankfully none entered, and the all to scary hissing walk of the locomotive was no where to be heard. Sighing quietly with relief, he pulled on his right arm, tryinto to get if free. The soft golden armour squealed and folded over, crunchig to a smaller size. With a yelp, he pulled his arm out of the little ring holder and flexed his fingers. They pusled with pain, yet his arm was free. Triumphant, he grinned then put his hand back on the loop for support as he tried to pull the left one out.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Feb 3, 2009 15:58:33 GMT -5
Fortification kept low, creeping through the corridors and trying to locate the source of the comm signal. He flattened himself in an alcove when he thought he heard a guard coming, but that was his only mishap. He commd the transformer asking for help gain: ++Comm++ I have entered Decepticon HQ. What is your specific location? ++Comm++
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Post by Thunderclap on Feb 3, 2009 19:27:08 GMT -5
Commit shrieked as he yanked his other arm free and now dangled by his little golden weist and his legs. He could bend to touch his toes, if he could reach that far, but he wouldn't be able to get free without falling onto the bowl of who know's what. His optic band fluttered as he got the message and he quickly reached up to rewind.
++COMM++ //"Welcome welcome... hen hen hen... to the interogation room. *long pause* My my you are a shiny one...... you'll make a nice ornament if you don't live..."//
*there was another little scribble as the tape rewound*
//...interogation room...*scribble* ...interogation room...*scribble* ...interogation room..."// ++END COMM++
Commit exhaled loudly again and his body bent at the weist, arms above his head as he hung upside down tired. Help was on the way!
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Feb 4, 2009 11:17:58 GMT -5
Fortification cocked his head in curiosity. Interrogation and torture were not concepts that were compatible with his logical mind. Why did the victim not simply give the information wanted, rather than become susceptible to pain?
The transformer's response was odd, too. His voice had seemed to change from there last time of communication. Was this a trap? He shook his head. The primary function was overriding.
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Post by Thunderclap on Feb 5, 2009 19:17:03 GMT -5
Commit decided it was best that if he got his legs free. He grabbed onto the metal band that secured his weist to the little plank that held him steady over what he now figured out was acid; and in a strong form too. For some odd reason, it was hot, and the way it sat there 'looking' up at Commit made him shrudder. He had to escape, to get out of here. He had told what his tormentor wanted, yet he was still being punished. Why? Was it the way he translated things back? Playing back the recordings? Or just because he enjoyed the pleasure of it? Commit shivered. That last one was highly likely.
His optic band dimmed as he concentrated on trying to pull his legs free, more like crushing his armour so he could slip out, but hey! It works.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Feb 9, 2009 5:29:32 GMT -5
Fortification slipped in and out of the corridors, looking for any sort of direction to the interrogation room. He had a vague idea where it would be, but no firm conclusions. He frowned in frustration. Most distressing.
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Post by Thunderclap on Feb 9, 2009 23:24:35 GMT -5
Commit frowned. His legs wren't moving, and they were sore now. Not helping. He frowned and rubbed his temples. Maybe light music will cheer him up until his rescuer came. He brightened at the thought and quickly rewound the tape to a hapy, bouncy song that seemed to fill the damp, creepy interrogation room with all it's deadly traps and devices and bounce off it's walls will a merry bound. Hopefully this might even help....
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