686 Ebullient Prism (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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re_alignment_logs2012-08-07 10:49 pm
experimentality) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-08-07 10:49 pm
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who; 686 Ebullient Prism & Drift
what; BAD TOUCHING
when; post this log
where; Junk pile → Liege Maximo's temple
warnings; Potentially mild gore. Consent issues.
Prism was feeling rather pleased with himself. Two new samples from vastly different origins, enough data that he could spend the next few days happily sorting through it. Yet it still wasn't enough to satisfy him. Not when the entire planet could be full of new unique samples just waiting to be harvested.
Which is exactly why Prism is currently patrolling the junk pile, humming cheerfully to himself as he scans for any life--organic or non. He follows a simple search pattern, combing the refuse in a grid, until something pops up on his scanner.
He's not alone.
It takes him a moment to zip over to the source, where preliminary scans identify the individual as some breed of cybertronian.
"Hello!" he chirps, optic glowing brightly.
"I am 686 Ebullient Prism, Monitor of Line Installation 1-4. It's a pleasure to meet you."
what; BAD TOUCHING
when; post this log
where; Junk pile → Liege Maximo's temple
warnings; Potentially mild gore. Consent issues.
Prism was feeling rather pleased with himself. Two new samples from vastly different origins, enough data that he could spend the next few days happily sorting through it. Yet it still wasn't enough to satisfy him. Not when the entire planet could be full of new unique samples just waiting to be harvested.
Which is exactly why Prism is currently patrolling the junk pile, humming cheerfully to himself as he scans for any life--organic or non. He follows a simple search pattern, combing the refuse in a grid, until something pops up on his scanner.
He's not alone.
It takes him a moment to zip over to the source, where preliminary scans identify the individual as some breed of cybertronian.
"Hello!" he chirps, optic glowing brightly.
"I am 686 Ebullient Prism, Monitor of Line Installation 1-4. It's a pleasure to meet you."
no subject
"Please try to keep your struggling to a minimum. I would hate for you to accidentally damage yourself before we can begin."
The Gatherer begins pulling Drift toward it, tentacles winding tigher, another pair shooting out for his legs.
no subject
He tries to leap, dodging the lower tentacles, but his momentum is fouled by the tentacles grabbing his arms.
aaah let me know if this is k
Drift is fast, but the tentacles are too. One loops around his ankle, hauling him up off the ground. Prism hovers toward the mech's face, chipper as always.
"I would much prefer to do this in the comfort of a laboratory, but I suppose this will have to do for now. Please, keep still. Once again I must stress that this is for your own comfort as much as my own."
A tentacle loops around Drift's chest, squeezing tight, the tip glowing brightly as a laser cutter flares to life.
"You wouldn't want me to slip."
it's all good!
Which is not fun: he has no leverage now, thrashing helplessly.
"For now? What do you mean for now?" Oh no. He was going to end this, here.
...and then the laser cutter blossoms in front of him and he freezes.
"You don't need to do this." Right?
no subject
The cutter lowers to Drift's chest plating, beginning to get to work on the alien armor.
"If you keep still and remain calm I can assure you that this procedure will be quick and relatively harmless.">
no subject
The pain is a blue-white heat across his sensornet. Calm? How do you remain calm when something is trying to slice through your armor. "Stop! I didn't agree to this!"
no subject
The laser cuts in a careful, slow line along the armor, not stopping until it has neatly bisected the main plate. Another tentacle appears to join the first, the claws taking up opposite sides along the seam and pulling.
"This is where it becomes delicate. I must stress how important it is that you stay still for this."
no subject
Because that's sure what it feels like. Drift's hands clutch as the tentacles grip around the sheared edges of his chestplate. One hand closes on empty air, the other on the girth of a tentacle, squeezing his pain into it, as the plates are wrenched aside.
He's trying not to scream, but he probably does, the sound buried in the squeal of the metal giving.
His head lolls back, mouth tight with pain. "What...are you going to do?"
no subject
All this? This is just... part of a little experiment, let's say. Drift should be thankful said experiment is not in something like pain thresholds or dismemberment.
"I am merely performing a simple procedure. You needn't worry; I hardly intend to kill you or harm you beyond what is strictly necessary."
With the metal of Drift's chestplate sufficiently out of the way, one tentacle slithers into the new hole, surging through his inner components and heading straight for it's target: Drift's spark chamber.
"I believe this next step will be rather painful. I must ask you to bear with me as it will only take a moment."
no subject
He kicks--or tries to--his legs still tangled in the tentacles. "More than necessary! You don't need to do this at all!"
The tentacle slithering over his internals was...disturbing. He could feel the heavy slide of metal, dragging across wires, scraping over circuitry. His ventilation narrowed to a tight hiss, trying not to scream again.
" No. No. Please."