[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Waste Not, Want Not [Blackframe]
Mar 20, 2020 22:31:04 GMT -5
Post by Zercon on Mar 20, 2020 22:31:04 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 2 | Day 1
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It seemed Blackframe had been kept in a state of unconsciousness for an unknown amount of time, given he had been completely relocated from the area he had been ambushed. The mystery only amplified by the fact his chronometer would read that it had been only a few seconds since the events in the forest clearing. Drowsy, disoriented, the scent of woodland and the outdoors would be harshly contrasted by a new environment that smelled clean and sterile, despite there being a dash of fuel and oil with a recycled air twang. After this, there was a high chance he would become aware of the fact that he was not laying down upon his back, nor stuck on his chest on a medical slab, but rather? He was standing upright with a hooked angle to his frame.
And he most definitely was not standing on his own volition.
Blackframe's back was severely altered from what was normal. Panels of armor had been stripped away, cut and sawn off, with raw metal edges to expose the internals that lay below. The posts that supported his wheels, and the actual wheels themselves, were completely missing. Effectively his entire back was flayed apart, exposing his spinal strut and the surrounding bars that structured his torso in makeshift ribs. Things that should for sure NOT be visible to the outside world were exposed, or... at least the outer edges of them were.
A large mechanical harness branched down from a ceiling mount, fused with his spine with direct welding and large bolts that jutted into the segments that provided some range of movement. There would be no tearing free from this with brute force alone, not without grotesque damage to his most central core structure. Weaving around this were a series of wires and pipes, neatly bundled within metal rings to keep them from being tangled from any movement. They appeared to be color coded with a specific pattern.
While many of these lines fed into his spine, tugging Cybertronian wires out to splice with Earthly technology, one of the larger conduits broke away from the harness to bore into the back of Blackframe's helm, connecting firmly with direct lines that lead to his processor. Magnetic clamps branched out from this connection point, latching down onto the black armor.
All of this would be bad enough on its own, trapped standing with no real way to run or twist free, however that was not where MECH's alterations stopped. His swords were gone, which was rather to be expected, disabling their threat, but his arms... well, his arms were also incapacitated. Locked against his chest, his forearms were literally welded down to his upper torso, melding the metals together in a way that the outer plating on his limbs or chest would need to be ripped off for any semblance of freedom.
Despite the magnitude of alterations and the garish display, he wouldn't feel any pain, a heavy sort of pressure in its place as 'nerves' were muted and deadened.
It appeared MECH's technology was far further along than any gave credit.
Muttered words, talking... the exact things being spoken about were indecipherable to the Decepticon until he started to regain more cognitive awareness while waking.
"Boot up should be almost completed any moment now."
"Standing by."
And he most definitely was not standing on his own volition.
Blackframe's back was severely altered from what was normal. Panels of armor had been stripped away, cut and sawn off, with raw metal edges to expose the internals that lay below. The posts that supported his wheels, and the actual wheels themselves, were completely missing. Effectively his entire back was flayed apart, exposing his spinal strut and the surrounding bars that structured his torso in makeshift ribs. Things that should for sure NOT be visible to the outside world were exposed, or... at least the outer edges of them were.
A large mechanical harness branched down from a ceiling mount, fused with his spine with direct welding and large bolts that jutted into the segments that provided some range of movement. There would be no tearing free from this with brute force alone, not without grotesque damage to his most central core structure. Weaving around this were a series of wires and pipes, neatly bundled within metal rings to keep them from being tangled from any movement. They appeared to be color coded with a specific pattern.
While many of these lines fed into his spine, tugging Cybertronian wires out to splice with Earthly technology, one of the larger conduits broke away from the harness to bore into the back of Blackframe's helm, connecting firmly with direct lines that lead to his processor. Magnetic clamps branched out from this connection point, latching down onto the black armor.
All of this would be bad enough on its own, trapped standing with no real way to run or twist free, however that was not where MECH's alterations stopped. His swords were gone, which was rather to be expected, disabling their threat, but his arms... well, his arms were also incapacitated. Locked against his chest, his forearms were literally welded down to his upper torso, melding the metals together in a way that the outer plating on his limbs or chest would need to be ripped off for any semblance of freedom.
Despite the magnitude of alterations and the garish display, he wouldn't feel any pain, a heavy sort of pressure in its place as 'nerves' were muted and deadened.
It appeared MECH's technology was far further along than any gave credit.
Muttered words, talking... the exact things being spoken about were indecipherable to the Decepticon until he started to regain more cognitive awareness while waking.
"Boot up should be almost completed any moment now."
"Standing by."