[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Cracked [Patch, Placebo]
Jul 17, 2022 19:08:34 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Jul 17, 2022 19:08:34 GMT -5
3.5, Week 1, Day 1
A muggy haze of heat lazed motionless in stagnant, dusty air.
The hum of a dim string of work lights heavy across the stained stone ground.
Distant, shrieking shrills cried out of mining equipment on innocent rocks. Like a hollow scream on the edge of the horizon. Sounds of clatter and large rocks falling well past anywhere a voice- even a desperate, strained one could reach from here.
She knew- she’d tested.
Indeed, it seemed an heir of hopeless was threatening to descend within the deepest bowels of the decepticon mine. In an abandoned tunnel stripped of life, the energon within it long since stolen and likely spent. In a cut out bit of space, along that large corridor’s side, behind an acrid humming energy field, sat a plate of metal bolted to the back wall, and a figure restrained by it in binds, with hands behind her.
She looked worse for wear, large spots of her white and red paint ground off and stripped. The metal beneath tinted a myriad of colors from exposure to heat- not unlike robotic bruising. Her right tire (and consequently her right heel) was gone, her knee dipping lower on the right than the left as they sat bent in front of her.
They were dented in, a bit- her elbows too. Her shoulders. Recently so. A few matching chips out the wall above her, where it could be gathered they'd connected. Her forehead rested upon the slightly higher left knee-guard, face out of view. A very faint whistle of pain could be heard, between ex-vents. Small mums intermittently as it seemed the autobot did the closest thing to rest she was currently capable of.
She’d been consuming what fuel they gave her, small portions though they were. Spoken lightly with a few of the guards- attempted to, at least… though she hadn’t budged on useful information.
It’d been nearly a week. No transformation. No stimulation besides the mine equipment and the constant noxious buzz of the electrical containment field blocking her cell from the rest of the tunnel. No movement outside the very small radius allowed by the chains- no lying down for that matter, no walking.
She’d been scraping away at the stone. Humming to herself- talking to herself. Tapping, squirming, making noises. Thrown a few tantrums, despite her recent injury; hence the dents… Though the whimpering- the pain was more likely from internal upset. Foolishly pulling upon new welds, and pushing freshly replaced energon vessels to carry a bit more than their share.
There was no sun here.
She could pull the math back later, once she knew how long she’d been gone, but it was likely somewhere between five and twelve earth hours each shift, at least and most that they could be expected to stand there. That was two to four guards a day.
That meant it had either been 7 days, or… 28.
She’d been learning how to keep track of them by the marks on their backs- the Vehicons. If for nothing more than to note the one, in particular, she knew would talk… Just. Non, Stop talking.
One she’d met before… One who’d saved her life, actually.
She’d given him the time of day, and not much more, but… He’d done a lot to keep her sane.
He was likely due to come in sometime soon, she reckoned... Usually it was him after this stiff. Never looked back, never cracked jokes. Never responded to her’s- one day she’d tried screaming as loud as she could for a while, just to see if she could get him to budge.
He hadn’t, needless to say- which… Had actually impressed her a little.
Took will- she was loud.
She-...
She wasn't okay.
And that was likely not accidental, on the part of her captors...
A muggy haze of heat lazed motionless in stagnant, dusty air.
The hum of a dim string of work lights heavy across the stained stone ground.
Distant, shrieking shrills cried out of mining equipment on innocent rocks. Like a hollow scream on the edge of the horizon. Sounds of clatter and large rocks falling well past anywhere a voice- even a desperate, strained one could reach from here.
She knew- she’d tested.
Indeed, it seemed an heir of hopeless was threatening to descend within the deepest bowels of the decepticon mine. In an abandoned tunnel stripped of life, the energon within it long since stolen and likely spent. In a cut out bit of space, along that large corridor’s side, behind an acrid humming energy field, sat a plate of metal bolted to the back wall, and a figure restrained by it in binds, with hands behind her.
She looked worse for wear, large spots of her white and red paint ground off and stripped. The metal beneath tinted a myriad of colors from exposure to heat- not unlike robotic bruising. Her right tire (and consequently her right heel) was gone, her knee dipping lower on the right than the left as they sat bent in front of her.
They were dented in, a bit- her elbows too. Her shoulders. Recently so. A few matching chips out the wall above her, where it could be gathered they'd connected. Her forehead rested upon the slightly higher left knee-guard, face out of view. A very faint whistle of pain could be heard, between ex-vents. Small mums intermittently as it seemed the autobot did the closest thing to rest she was currently capable of.
She’d been consuming what fuel they gave her, small portions though they were. Spoken lightly with a few of the guards- attempted to, at least… though she hadn’t budged on useful information.
It’d been nearly a week. No transformation. No stimulation besides the mine equipment and the constant noxious buzz of the electrical containment field blocking her cell from the rest of the tunnel. No movement outside the very small radius allowed by the chains- no lying down for that matter, no walking.
She’d been scraping away at the stone. Humming to herself- talking to herself. Tapping, squirming, making noises. Thrown a few tantrums, despite her recent injury; hence the dents… Though the whimpering- the pain was more likely from internal upset. Foolishly pulling upon new welds, and pushing freshly replaced energon vessels to carry a bit more than their share.
There was no sun here.
She’d been keeping track of time, using the changing of the guard.
She could pull the math back later, once she knew how long she’d been gone, but it was likely somewhere between five and twelve earth hours each shift, at least and most that they could be expected to stand there. That was two to four guards a day.
That meant it had either been 7 days, or… 28.
No no, that wasn’t right.
That was too many...five six... eight nine ten eleven-... No. Nine.
Between 7 and 9 days. That made sense.
She’d been learning how to keep track of them by the marks on their backs- the Vehicons. If for nothing more than to note the one, in particular, she knew would talk… Just. Non, Stop talking.
One she’d met before… One who’d saved her life, actually.
She’d given him the time of day, and not much more, but… He’d done a lot to keep her sane.
He was likely due to come in sometime soon, she reckoned... Usually it was him after this stiff. Never looked back, never cracked jokes. Never responded to her’s- one day she’d tried screaming as loud as she could for a while, just to see if she could get him to budge.
He hadn’t, needless to say- which… Had actually impressed her a little.
Took will- she was loud.
She-...
She wasn't okay.
...Not really.
And that was likely not accidental, on the part of her captors...