Flashback - The Remembrance Ballad (Closed)
Jun 9, 2014 22:45:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 22:45:36 GMT -5
((Takes place on a colony outside of Kaon))
Power was intoxicating and rich. Unfortunately, Airachnid was only given a tiny morsel at a time. She didn’t greedily gulp down her allotted portion. Instead she savored each moment, each step she climbed up in the ranks, and patiently awaited the next serving. Because she knew if she was diligent and wise, she would be given another reward. And Airachnid was nothing if not a creature of fine comforts and rewards. No one knew how to please themselves better than the spider.
She, tiny and delicate amongst much larger mechs, carried herself with regal and lethal presence. For now she was a lower ranking intelligence officer cutting her way into debriefing, a mere grunt in essence, but soon she would climb her way into substance. Even if she had to tear apart those in her path and build the ladder herself…after all, she didn’t mind dirty work.
The lighting in the hallways leading to the cells flickered intermittently as she strode for forth. Her shadow barely made an impression on the walls from the ambient, weak light. Two drones flanked her from behind but their presence was disregarded as she turned the latest assignment over in that steel trap of a mind. The guards had learned to keep their space and thoughts to themselves for their own safety. When Airachnid wanted their input, she asked for them to speak and only then.
What little they knew of the prisoner in their care was irritating. The mech had been found in an important building on the colony, the contents of which were currently ranked under a Need-to-Know basis at the moment, and was suspected of sabotage. Little to nothing else was known of how he’d gotten in, what he’d done, or even if there were allies waiting in the wings. She was given the simple task of gathering information using any means necessary.
This was a test for her skills and an assessment all in one. As important as it was to get the Autobot to sing, it was doubly important she prove her mettle. She’d only just started to sink her claws into the real work of an interrogator and she was, by no means, a seasoned veteran. There was a fine art to finessing information from a subject. Not just engaging in a bloodbath for sloppy sports. Airachnid had the finessed and prowess in spades for the job. She just had to earn the position. A tedious exercise but one she had no doubt she’d excel at.
As she stepped into the room holding the prisoner, she clasped her hands in front of her form and stood at her full height. Admittedly, she wasn’t much to look at in her bipedal mode; certainly not intimidating even under the vague light and dark pools of shadows. Her expression was carefully neutral as she studied the prisoner in quiet contemplation.
Power was intoxicating and rich. Unfortunately, Airachnid was only given a tiny morsel at a time. She didn’t greedily gulp down her allotted portion. Instead she savored each moment, each step she climbed up in the ranks, and patiently awaited the next serving. Because she knew if she was diligent and wise, she would be given another reward. And Airachnid was nothing if not a creature of fine comforts and rewards. No one knew how to please themselves better than the spider.
She, tiny and delicate amongst much larger mechs, carried herself with regal and lethal presence. For now she was a lower ranking intelligence officer cutting her way into debriefing, a mere grunt in essence, but soon she would climb her way into substance. Even if she had to tear apart those in her path and build the ladder herself…after all, she didn’t mind dirty work.
The lighting in the hallways leading to the cells flickered intermittently as she strode for forth. Her shadow barely made an impression on the walls from the ambient, weak light. Two drones flanked her from behind but their presence was disregarded as she turned the latest assignment over in that steel trap of a mind. The guards had learned to keep their space and thoughts to themselves for their own safety. When Airachnid wanted their input, she asked for them to speak and only then.
What little they knew of the prisoner in their care was irritating. The mech had been found in an important building on the colony, the contents of which were currently ranked under a Need-to-Know basis at the moment, and was suspected of sabotage. Little to nothing else was known of how he’d gotten in, what he’d done, or even if there were allies waiting in the wings. She was given the simple task of gathering information using any means necessary.
This was a test for her skills and an assessment all in one. As important as it was to get the Autobot to sing, it was doubly important she prove her mettle. She’d only just started to sink her claws into the real work of an interrogator and she was, by no means, a seasoned veteran. There was a fine art to finessing information from a subject. Not just engaging in a bloodbath for sloppy sports. Airachnid had the finessed and prowess in spades for the job. She just had to earn the position. A tedious exercise but one she had no doubt she’d excel at.
As she stepped into the room holding the prisoner, she clasped her hands in front of her form and stood at her full height. Admittedly, she wasn’t much to look at in her bipedal mode; certainly not intimidating even under the vague light and dark pools of shadows. Her expression was carefully neutral as she studied the prisoner in quiet contemplation.