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[experimentality]

who: 686 Ebullient Prism and SG!Soundave
what: ~HELPING~
when: Immediately after this thread.
where: Liege Maximo's temple.
warnings: Prism being Prism, so. Robot gore. Consent issues.

Prism hovered just outside of Liege Maximo's temple, the orb humming happily to himself as he waited for the arrival of his latest 'assistant.' It was quite fortuitous to come across someone quite so eager to help immediately after his arrival. He wasn't lying when he'd said that data would help him adjust--now he would have something to do besides float around Maximo's temple inspecting his lab equipment.

How wonderful.

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[inferiordude]

The shove causes his processor to reel for a moment; he's never had this kind of resistance before. Granted, Soundwave doesn't really enjoy using this talent of his often, but he's never met someone who's been able to give him this kind of trouble before. It's so... alien feeling. Even the music is cold and distant.

A choked scream is pulled from Soundwave as his chest is pried open; he pulls harder at the tentacles, trying to pull his arms free. Do something. But his plating is forced back, revealing some of his components beneath.

The internals of a Cybertronian of his own universe, humming with warm energy from his ember and its casing -- as well as the alien upgrades of Shockwave's Transtech additions.

Although physically he shakes and can't help but whimper at the pain, mentally he doesn't back down. He keeps himself protected best he can against Prism's attempted hacking.

"Be patient-- all you smeltin' want. I'm not-- not letting you in!"

[experimentality]

Soundwave is a great deal more resistant than the last AI he hacked--although in that case there had been a handy backdoor into said AI's programming. He's not particularly discouraged by this, keeping up his attack even as he turns more attention to Soundwave's chest.

This is the part he was most looking forward to. Strange parts and components all laid out for him, some more foreign looking than others. It's positively delightful.

"You'll let me in, one way or another. They always do."

Prism's holoform abandons Soundwave's head, although the orb still hovers there, sliding down to press his hands into the waiting chest cavity. The warmth of active machinery feels good under his palms, almost as good as the sensation of scanning foreign matter. His fingers curl around a particularly inviting tube and pull.

[inferiordude]

The obnoxious cheer of someone taking him apart, feeling his parts from inside -- that's terribly familiar. The smile and all. The newer part is someone trying to hack into his mind, something he's working on fending off.

He can protect his processor, but he can't put up a good fight about his body.

When he feels a part getting pulled, another scream is earned from him, shorter than before. Soundwave leans his head away, gritting his teeth as he yanks down with his arms again, his fight fruitless as he tries to get free.

His mind puts up a better fight.

When Soundwave shoves back, he's including a song to go with it. Shuffle and select, Van Halen seems like a good choice. He cranks the volume, trying to play it loudly into Prism's mind.

[experimentality]

Prism delights in rooting around inside Soundwave, displacing tubes and hosing and strange, metallic components that look vaguely organ-like as he searches for the perfect attachment point for one of his tracking nodes.

Then the music starts.

"How positively obnoxious."

Prism sneers slightly, more than a little off-put by Soundwave's song choice. He's hardly a music snob, but the sheer volume grates on his nerves in an altogether unpleasant manner.

[inferiordude]

Soundwave grits his teeth as he feels the hands moving inside of him. He has no idea what the A.I. has planned, and he almost doesn't expect to even survive this (and if he does, would he even be better off for it). It's almost as if Prism is looking for something.

The remark just earns a bitter laugh from him.

"D-dude, as if I care-- as if I didn't pick it to bother you-- f-frag!"

He yanks hard with one arm being held back, his hand trying to reach out towards Prism's holomatter form, trembling. As if making contact will do something.

[experimentality]

Prism simply looks up at Soundwave's hand, smiling broadly.

"Do you think touching my holomatter will accomplish anything?"

He twists his hands in Soundwave's chest, seeking out the perfect connection point for-- ah, there we go.

A tentacle extends from the Gatherer, plunging into the open cavity of Soundwave's chest to curl possessively over his ember chamber.

[inferiordude]

The Morale Officer snarls best he can, trying to reach out and maybe tear Prism away from his body. He can't just lay there and do nothing, though Prism is doing a very exceptional job of making sure he remains helpless.

Then the tentacle jams itself into his chest. His ember flutters in shock and fear, flaring within his chamber.

"Ah--! NO! Stop!" Soundwave screams out, his visor blazing. "You don't know what you're--!!"

Even Ratchet's never gone so far as this. No one's been close to his ember before.

[experimentality]

"I'm sorry, is this component important?"

He sneers, the tentacle carefully winding itself around the chamber as best it can until finally the clawed tip settles on a location. A small, metallic device is produced from within the tentacle itself, pressed against the metal of the ember chamber and promptly welded into place.

"See now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Prism pats Soundwave's chest, all condescending smiles and gentle touches.

[inferiordude]

There isn't an immediate answer, just Soundwave screaming in both fear and pain, the casing to his ember far too sensitive. It eventually stops, the welding, but he has no idea what was just attached. What was placed there. Something feels off.

He stares down at Prism, then yells out again -- something in comprehensible -- and shoves his hand out to tear away from the tentacles best he can. His hand does not try to reach the holomatter form.

But at the hovering orb there.

[experimentality]

As soon as the hand lunches for Prism's true body his laser fires again, ripping through Soundwave's hand. From Prism's tone, he's rather unbothered by the attack.

"Really now Soundwave," Prism sighs, optic still glowing hot from the blast.

"You're beginning to embarrass yourself."

The Gatherer begins to haul Soundwave up, off the examination table, dragging him back toward the door. Apparently Prism has acquired whatever it is he was seeking.

[inferiordude]

Another sharp scream comes through as the laser blasts through his palm. From there, all he can do is go limp. He's still awake, still aware, but after all that's happened, he can't give off much physical strength right now.

He feels himself being lifted, being carried away towards the door.

Soundwave can't help but wonder what was the point of it all. Being torn apart, examined, and the hot, burning pain that was implanted to the casing around his ember. Why?

And what did he do to invoke this, anyway?

No angry threats. Snarling and spiteful. More that he wonders how it turned out this way, and that he's going to need help very, very soon.

[experimentality]

"Thank you for your participation, Soundwave. I only wish it could have been under more favorable circumstances."

Prism follows only as far as the door, optic tracking Soundwave's body as he's hauled away. It leaves simple orders with the Gatherer; dispose of Soundwave and his various disembodied parts, then return to Prism. Nice and straightforward. Prism doesn't care much what happens to Soundwave after that.