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re_alignment_logs2013-05-14 02:42 pm
fun_police) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-05-14 02:42 pm
bad cop, bad cop
WHO: Prowl, Rewind, and Quickstrike
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: Backdated to last Wednesday, early morning
WHAT: Quickstrike's Interrogation
WARNINGS: Nothing physical 8D Just lots of attempts at psychological manipulation.
The preparation for this session had all been quite carefully mapped out. It's beginning was prompt, and specifically timed. Prowl made sure to have it all begin early in the morning, no later than 5 AM, to slightly disrupt Quickstrike's sleeping cycle. With most of the Haven still dormant, they would all have moved to the questioning room that had been set up prior.
They gray decor and lighting was about as friendly as the inside of a smelting plant. He'd made sure the room was arranged so that Quickstrike was positioned at the far end, though out of reach of any walls to lean on. The only thing standing in between him and any measurable means of escape would be Prowl himself. To one side was a blank wall - to the other, the spot he had arranged for Rewind to monitor him. While he had initially objected to Rewind accompanying him, he reconsidered once realizing how useful the effect of a monitor might have on Quickstrike himself. As tricky as making a human-sized Cybertronian feel claustrophobic was, he would make sure to have that aspect quite covered.
Restraint on the scorpion himself was left moderate. A small inhibitor claw modified for techno-organics like him would keep his poison weapons in check. More importantly, it'd keep him locked in his bipedal mode, which would make it easier for Prowl to read his body language. That, and increasing the feeling of powerlessness was what all this preparation was about.
His own entrance was quiet. All he had with him was a datapad, which was placed on the table they had between them. The seating was adjusted so the two would be nearly eye to eye when Prowl sat down in front of him.
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: Backdated to last Wednesday, early morning
WHAT: Quickstrike's Interrogation
WARNINGS: Nothing physical 8D Just lots of attempts at psychological manipulation.
The preparation for this session had all been quite carefully mapped out. It's beginning was prompt, and specifically timed. Prowl made sure to have it all begin early in the morning, no later than 5 AM, to slightly disrupt Quickstrike's sleeping cycle. With most of the Haven still dormant, they would all have moved to the questioning room that had been set up prior.
They gray decor and lighting was about as friendly as the inside of a smelting plant. He'd made sure the room was arranged so that Quickstrike was positioned at the far end, though out of reach of any walls to lean on. The only thing standing in between him and any measurable means of escape would be Prowl himself. To one side was a blank wall - to the other, the spot he had arranged for Rewind to monitor him. While he had initially objected to Rewind accompanying him, he reconsidered once realizing how useful the effect of a monitor might have on Quickstrike himself. As tricky as making a human-sized Cybertronian feel claustrophobic was, he would make sure to have that aspect quite covered.
Restraint on the scorpion himself was left moderate. A small inhibitor claw modified for techno-organics like him would keep his poison weapons in check. More importantly, it'd keep him locked in his bipedal mode, which would make it easier for Prowl to read his body language. That, and increasing the feeling of powerlessness was what all this preparation was about.
His own entrance was quiet. All he had with him was a datapad, which was placed on the table they had between them. The seating was adjusted so the two would be nearly eye to eye when Prowl sat down in front of him.
no subject
"'Bout time ya got here. Was startin' to think you fergot about lil' ol' me."
no subject
If his methodology was working correctly, Quickstrike should be at least slightly nervous. He takes note of any body language cues before asking the first question:
"How proficient a fighter do you consider yourself, Quickstrike?"
Simple and to the point.
no subject
"I can fight purdy darn well, thank y'all very much!"
There, that was your answer. Go choke on it.
no subject
Like Prowl was circling his prey rather than going for a...literal 'quick strike'.
But he says nothing, continuing his filming.
Archiving.
no subject
"Indeed. I dont imagine it is easy to compensate for your... stature.", he said, with an almost sarcastic sympathy.
Next question:
"You're one of Megatronus'. A fighter such as yourself should visit his Arena fairly often."
"When was the last time you sparred there?"
A simple recall question.
no subject
"Never been there in my life. What's it do ya anyway?"
no subject
He documents the reaction mentally.
"Interesting that a proficient fighter would go well out of his way to kill an unarmed civilian he never knew in the past, rather than spar with an equal."
A hand calmly reaches forward to pick up the datapad.
no subject
Quickstrike growls angrily, irritated by the thought that he couldn't take on an actual fighter. He could y'know! He totally could!
"I ain't tellin' you nothin."
no subject
"There's no need.", he calmly replies, skimming through the information,"There's enough hard evidence on this device to have Megatronus' foot on your throat for disobeying his command."
He places the datapad down where Quickstrike could see it if he wanted. He had nothing to hide.
"Or you can cooperate, and I can help you."