| Ignorance is Bliss | |
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| Date of Scene: | 25 March 2019 |
| Location: | Kolkular Prison |
| Synopsis: | Buzzsaw finally has the talk he's always wanted to have with Starlock. It goes about as well as could be expected. |
| Cast of Characters: | Buzzsaw, Starlock |
- Buzzsaw has posed:
If Starlock thought that Blast Off and Darkstar's...rambling conversation was going to be all she'd be subject to, then she is far mistaken. It's not long after she's left alone by Blast Off that the telltale flap of wings gives away the arrival of one cryo-condor in particular.
Gliding into the cell block, Buzzsaw slowly brakes his movement and then alights on an opportune perch, wings folding in as he regards the prisoner carefully. "I would say," that scratchy-record voice kicks in, "that I'm pleased to see you here, but that would be a lie."
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock is quite, huddled in the corner, back turned to the cell door. How long had it been already since Blast off left? She didn't know, didn't care... After all what difference would it make? She'd close her optics, trying to dry her face plate on her upper arm.
She didn't answer him, though it is odd he'd say that.. Oh right, the viral, looovely. If he thought this would be lengthy, he was going to be in a surprise...
- Buzzsaw has posed:
"So...tell me, did you watch it all happen?" He clicks his beak softly. "Everything unfold without your say-so, unable to stop it as he broke from the inside out and drifted off?" He offers that slight smirking look he's known to give from time to time. "Did Blast Off? I'm curious to know if his...bravado is well deserved or a facade."
He leans in slowly to look at her. "You two were the only ones really working on the...situation, weren't you. I suppose that leaves the Autobots at a bit of a disadvantage when it comes to addressing the turmoil within your own ranks. Pity, really."
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock is still quite, not responding... She knows what he's trying to do, wasn't her first time listening to him, after all.
Hid he mean whatever that bomb was? Pharma? or did he mean the viral? All the same, the only one they were the only two in, was the bomb, which she's sure Darkstar planted, but that maybe the emotion again. She'd just vent out a huff.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw hmms. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." He glances to the side and a holo-display pops up in front of him. There's a few cycled menus, and then he looks back at her, dismissing the screen floating in front of him. "Let's speak freely, shall we? No...hidden recorders, no cameras, no spies in our midsts... Just you, me, and the words we decide to exchange..."
He straightens up. "I have a theory. Blast Off is hopelessly bound by his past and Darkstar is wholly incompetent. I think they collectively failed in their boasted task. I firmly believe that their...celebration will be their undoing and plan on watching from the shadows as their failure comes to light."
He regards the mech a moment. "Which makes you a liability, because I also believe that, when this...mistake of theirs comes to fruition, you are going to be an excuse to unleash unrestrained destruction upon our ranks. So, tell me something...why shouldn't I just kill you and leave you on the front step of the Decagon and be rid of your presence, hmm?"
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock could feel her optics heating up, she was getting angry and she needed to stuff that down, at least for now, she took a deep vent, glancing back, Buzzsaw probably catching a glimpse of her optics that had almost become a bright lilac color.
She'd give something of a sinister smile. "Because you know, if that is the case... That will only make things worse." at least that is what she hopped... She hopped she'd.. left a mark to be remembered by, and not just be another number lost in the sea of fallen.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw just regards her. "Not for me. For Blast Off, maybe, for Darkstar, most assuredly. If both of them are prone to doing more harm than good, then...well, problems solved. Both of them. Blast Off's...destruction would rile up the other Combaticons, probably increasing their...furor in battle, and perhaps our...losing streak would turn around."
He actually chuckles softly. "Do you think I'm not above sacrificing a few for the greater whole?" He regards her a moment. "This...act of bravado on your end is meaningless, ultimately. Dust is...well, just that. Dust. You can be easily forgotten once you cease to function. So...you still have not given me a reason."
- Starlock has posed:
"..Or they lose all motive, and become dejected." She'd reply, still ever so slightly looking back, not looking him full on. "...No, that is what makes you and Prowl similar.." She'd shrug, leaning back against the wall, falling silent once more.
"I won't beg for my life." she'd state plain and simply, as dejected and saddened she was, she was going to hold stubbornly true to who she was. "...Least I can say /I/ made a difference."
- Buzzsaw has posed:
There's silence a moment, and he just regards the medic for a moment. "You are a remarkably...interesting. There's something...peculiar about you Autobots, specifically you. The defiance is intriguing, but then you resign yourself so readily to a fate while being...defiant to the last. So much contradiction."
He looks away for a moment and just brushes the notions in his own mind aside. "I'll figure out how best to use you sooner rather than later...but if you are so...ready to make a difference, can I see your hand? Just...hold it out to me. I'd like to run a test."
- Starlock has posed:
"Yeeeep." She'd simply state, it was true, she was.. just a giant ball of broken chaotic and confused emotions and thoughts linked together by a thin string of coherent thought, that even she couldn't remember sometimes. She'd quirk a brow, but made no motion to move.
"..What, an idiot test?" Well, if she was going to die, might as well let her full sass and spite unfurl.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
"And there's that self-preservation... Even if you claim you're ready to die, you still guard yourself." He clicks his beak softly and then shrugs. "Well, I'll get what I need from you soon enough. Pity, voluntary would have made it far more interesting, but unwilling is much more fun."
He straightens himself up. "So...did you have any questions for me? Or are you content to remain there, pouting and waiting out your time as...stubbornly as possible?"
- Starlock has posed:
"If I am to die, I am to die is me, and me isn't stupid." She's state plainly once more, she didn't want to die, but at the same time reality was what it was, and she needed to bid her time, even if her attitude to it all threw the others off.
"...Dunno, maybe, doubt there is really anything to /ask/... Though there is probably something you want me to ask, that I can't remember."
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw nods. "Fair enough." He opens up that display that hovers in front of him and glances briefly at the shackles that are around Starlock's wrists... "Echo-Five-Five... hmm. A good set." He plugs in the serial number and presses a button. "How well do you hold up against...hmm, well, you'll see."
He presses the green 'button' on the display and sends the signal to unleash a rather sharp burst of electricity through the cuffs. "If there are no questions, and there are no...answers to be shared, then we'll simply jump straight into having fun."
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock squints as he makes his way around to infront of her inspecting the shackles. She'd flinch, feeling the jolt, and the pain go through her frame, she grits her denta hard behind her mask, only offering a glare at Buzzsaw, the same one Shockwave had gotten, someone who'd accepted their fate, but wasn't going to go down without a fight.
Once she got her hand servos to quit spasming, she'd ball her fingers into fists and pull the same move sh'ed had once before on the guards, swinging her cuffed hands at the bird like a bulging hammer.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw is, perhaps, ready for that, and he just deftly side-steps the swing. Though, Starlock does find contact with something...namely, a flash of metal and one of those bladed wings moving up to catch her hand as it swings down towards him.
After all, he did want...something from all of this, and there's always that keen sense of satisfaction in driving someone to...yes, sticking their hand out for him.
And what is given, he will gladly take without a thought.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock lets out a grunt of pain, grinting her denta hard, she can feel the energon heavily bleeding from her wound. She wasn't in a dangerous range yet, but it had done a fair amount of damage she couldn't tend to with her hands bound like this, she'd glare at Buzzsaw, waiting for him to try again, it was apparent, she was going to defend herself when she was stricken.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw takes a moment to clean his blades and, again, activates the electrical charge, this time at a far higher setting, intent on simply stunning her in place as best the restraints can. "I like challenges. I'm not going to spend too much time with you, I just need something to...send a message. Rest assured, though, later...we'll have proper time together and I'll add your screams to my symphony."
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock let out another pained, and strained groan, venting heavily, but she doesn't' really relent, even if she is stunned, she glares /intently/ at buzzsaw, despite her trembling frame, and the tears flowing down her face plate once more. She could feel a small fire in her spark, she wasn't going to let this bird get that satisfactory...
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw watches her and just continues to increase the voltage ever so slowly before stepping in to take a shot at one of those fingers again. His goal was there, it seems, and he's keen on taking a shot at getting what he wants.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock grunted out in pain once more, gritting her denta still. She was clearly in a lot of pain, bot actively keeping herself from crying out through it in the tears and heavy venting. She was trying to keep her hands tightly balled into fists, specially as she went for another strike, even after her servos whined for as the fought against trying to seize up again.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
The bird's troubles net him a smack from the prisoner. It doesn't stagger him, nor even seem to phase him, though, even if there is a spot marred on his paint from where the electrical charge momentarily transfers through. He does, though, give her a look and reaches up with a wing to brush the spot off while staring her down.
"Very well, then. Next time I see you, you will be strapped down, immobilized, and unable to do anything more than feel every little scrape I place on your chassis as I bring you as near to death as you can stand, build you back up again, and repeat over, and over, and over... until you're satisfied your whole existence is to do nothing more than feel pain."
He turns to fly out, but not before ramping up the voltage one last time to just deliver a severe, explosive shock to her system in retaliation.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock is sent to her knees, letting out a whine again, panting, hazard alarms where going off, she was already scared, and it's not like there was anywhere for her to go, so after a ragged pant, she'd slam her pede down and push herself back up to standing, glaring.. wheezing, she speaks in a strained static filled voice as she continues loosing energon.
"You can't break..What's already broken."
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw engages the 'cage' she's kept in and looks back over his shoulder, those optics glinting a nice, crimson hue. "You see, that's where you're wrong... You're very much breakable. Right now, you think your death is meaningless... I can turn you into something that fears death. Then what? You'd nowhere to run to... and I'm quite sure I could find even more to bring to bear on you."
He straightens up and preens the spot she smacked earlier. "I'll have my time with you before this is through. I'll let you taste death and take it away so many times you'll forget that there's even such a thing as release from your miserable excuse of an existence. I'll make sure you can smile in willing servitude to the Decepticon cause, watch apathetically as your friends wilt and die in battle, screaming for aid that you'll not even feel motivation to give."
He looks at the display for the cuffs she's wearing. "And when you've finally become the mindless shell, the husk of a mech you are now, empty, broken, my perfect little toy...and when you've finally given up on everything that is your being and smile in ignorant bliss, I'll make sure to be the one that fires the bullet into your spark-casing that takes that bliss away so I can say, without doubt, I took everything from you."
- Starlock has posed:
Buzzsaw could't see it, but there was a grin twitching onto her face, a laugh even threatening to escape, she didn't know why.. Well she had a clue why, /refused/ to ever willingly submit to anyone, to ever be their slave once more like she'd been before, so she'd like to see him try when another failed.. She knew who she was.
To him, it likely looked like glaring, but there was that bright lilac glow from heat filled optics despite the tears. "...And What if I don't?"
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw looks back at her as the challenge is made. "I don't think you understand, Starlock. My patience for this game is absolute... I will take, and take, and take... it will amuse me right to the very end, no matter when that may be. Your defiance...your stubbornness...everything you do to draw the game out, well...it only serves to amuse me. Everything about you, from that little tremble in your hand to the hints of the leaking in your optics, from that rise in the temperature of your core as you listen to me speak because you are so blatantly adamant that victory could even possibly find you..." He chuckles softly, a hint of pity underlying the tone of his voice, "you poor pathetic little thing. I'll never stop. I pray you hold out, because I want to enjoy this as long as I can."
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock is refusing to back down, glaring back, panting, the energon from her wounds still leaking. "Yeah, well, I don't think you understand me ether... Then again.. I don't think you can understand someone like me, given you lack what the very thing I hold onto." She'd bluntly state through another ragged vent.
And she wasn't going to say what, she was wanting him to squirm in trying to figure out what she meant as she observed the birds mannerisms, there was a reason he was so enamored with her, while she wasn't totally sure, she was starting to guess.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw shrugs. "We'll see. I look forward to our time together. Now, if you'll excuse me, I...need to deliver some...samples to Iacon." He holds up the energon-soaked wing he'd slashed her with. "Hopefully your...companions are capable of determining how fresh a source this came from. Next time, maybe you'll let me send something a bit more...tangible? Hmm?" He chuckles softly. "Mmm, there's a thought....what I just ship you back piece by piece... we'd both win." He clicks his beak eagerly at the thought. "Don't burn yourself out too swiftly, though. That spark, that fire... mmm...lovely." And, with that, he's slowly moving into the shadows until all that's left are the crimson optics offering what could only be a cheshire grin. "Rest well...while you can."
And then he's gone.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock waits till he's done to let out a whine of pain, before setting against the wall, looking down at the pulling energon and lets out another tired grunt, and ragged vents, trying to wait for her self-repair to kick in. (Who was she kidding though, it wasn't going to) she'd trigger her auxiliary tank, only the hose doesn't come out, and instead bubbles are seen as the energon starts going down in it, flowing back into her systems.
She'd close her optic, and take another vent, trying to calm down, humming eventually her voice does start echoing out. "No god has ever answered my words, but it doesn't matter, I still got hope and that's all I could really ever ask for..."