Interrogating Quickswitch

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There are some things that Decepticons get to be known for. Marksmanship. Valor on the battlefield. Ruthless rule and an iron fist. Bad grammar. The list is quite exhaustive. For Buzzsaw, though? It's not so much a matter of being known as much as fear. Justifiable fear at that. He is, after all, one of the Decepticon interrogators. It might be odd, though, that he has no tools or devices that are brought to bear, and as he stands in the room atop his perch, simply staring at his latest 'toy' to be broken, there's a silence that settles in, not even broken by the statuesque condor as he waits for the six-changer to come to, his crimson optics glowing in the dim light. --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 09:11PM CST >--- Awareness. Laying on a slab. Immobile. All of these register faster than the naked optic as Quickswitch does not slowly come to, but comes into sudden, stark sensory knowledge. The last thing Quickswitch remembers is the rampant confusion, firing on Prowl, then his systems in emergency and finally shutdown.
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"Where--" his vocalizer blurs and crackles as it comes online. The same for his crackling optics as they spy the still condor watching him. Then, he's aware of the energo-shackles on his arms and legs, "Where the frag am I?!" the sixchanger's voice is overflowing with rage and fear, echoing in the chamber. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 09:20PM CST >- "Oh," a scratchy voice, much like an old, poorly maintained record, sounds from where the bird is perched, though the beak doesn't move. "I like when my 'subjects' are awake. It allows for much better feedback during my sessions. After all, I am still learning." There's a soft click as the bird's beak snaps. "Now, perhaps we shall start simple? Please refrain from asking questions, as they will only delay the process. Please, remember to be concise and honest as well, I abhor when I can't get some honesty. Delays once more." He stretches his wings. "First question. What is your name? Oh, and I should point out that this is all being recorded. For quality and training purposes, of course." --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 09:25PM CST >--- "GO TO THE PIT!" Quickswitch snarls, "Starscream promised me Sixshot and I wake up a--a prisoner?!" he's incredulous and wrathful, and feeling like a fool, for who would trust a Decepticon to his word.

"I /refuse/," the six-changer snaps, defiant, "to answer any of your questions." Then, mentally he reaches for his cog, to transform and get out of this place--reaches inward for it and... nothing. How--

The sixchanger's shocked green optics flare with more than just a touch of anxiety, "I--I can't transform..!" < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 09:30PM CST >- Buzzsaw sighs. "Perhaps I was not clear enough in my instructions and rules." He hops from his perch to alight on the six-changer, casually strolling towards one of his bound hands. "Refusal is not a choice, and I am not in the mood for defiance. However...perhaps it will help if I tell you a bit about myself?" He examines a wing, the leading edge sliding open to reveal a very keen edge beneath. "I am Buzzsaw, as I am certain you are well aware. Decepticon, yes, but also a musician. I was recently struck by an idea for my magnum opus, and would love some feedback and thoughts. You see...I wish to make a recording of cybertronians." He lowers the wing to start cutting into the mech's armor. "A collection of Cybertronian voices, carefully pieced together to make a musical masterpiece. Proper art, if you will. But do you know what I shall call it?" --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 09:38PM CST >--- Quickswitch cries out in shocked surprise as sudden pain lances through him. The wing slices through his armor with frightening smoothness. The bird's voice is a soft drone to him as, panicked, he glances around and struggles against his bonds. The assault unit studies the situation. Transformation cog offline. Completely immobilized. Yes. It is in a situation it has only heard about. Interrogation. Quickswitch closes his mouth firmly and sets his jaw, waiting for the worst. This 'musician' will not have /his/ voice. ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 09:53PM CST > Bombshell enters in his usual fashion of just barging in. He'd been gleefully listening to Buzzsaw making his 'art' from outside but as it were the Decepticon Scientist needed Quickswitch's mind in tact enough for his own agenda. As she he approached the avian, Bomshell decided to play a little game himself. "Such a cruel way to treat our esteemed guest Buzzsaw." it was like good cop, bad cop, if the good cop was replaced by an escaped mental patient. It took a moment or two but the Insecticon made it to the other side of Quickswitch, looking his new quarry over with interested optics. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 09:53PM CST >- Buzzsaw tsks as Quickswitch cries out, but doesn't answer. "I really need you to pay attention to what I'm asking you. Responses help me know you hear me." He finishes with his incisions, dipping his beak under a wing to pull out a data slug-looking device. Leaning down, he carefully places it in the break in Quickswitch's armor. "This is a temporary program that will seek out your central feedback systems. It won't do anything terribly long-term, but for the duration of our session, it will amplify the tactile feedback from what I am going to do." His beak snaps again as he hops up towards Quickswitch's shoulder to lean in and whisper. "In short, you will feel everything in very, very keen detail." There's a very malicious tone in his voice, and he straightens up. "Now, depending on your behavior, I will either remove it when I am through, or I shall leave it to fade of its own accord, which means that whomever comes after me will get to reap the benefits of my little toy. But I am not cruel, mind you. If you answer my questions the first time, then I won't even have to take advantage of its unique properties." He moves back to Quickswitch's arm and glances at Bombshell. "This one is honored to be one of my first voices in my Opus, Bombshell. Oh! That reminds me... the title of my piece." There's a snap of his wing to slice mostly through one of Quickswitch's fingers. Not to outright detach it, but more to leave it dangling by a thread. "Symphony of Screams. What do you think, Autobot? And please...be honest. I do enjoy constructive criticism." --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 09:58PM CST >--- Quickswitch's optics flare in silent pain. His mouth contorts. Fluid leaks from the edges of it. But he does not cry out. The application of the data-slug intensifies the slice through his now dangling finger.

--Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!-- he wants to cry out. Does cry out, as the data-slug programming silently overrides his sensory system, even making Buzzsaw's whisper a thin, sharp blade.

"I won't" he whispers, painfully. --will-- won't-- "tell you anything. Not that I know anything that would be of use to you." The sixchanger glares hatefully at the condor. As the other enters the room, his optics follow to Bombshell, fluid beginning to leak from it, "I'm afraid I'll be a disappointment to you," he manages to say. His damn finger hurts, and where Buzzsaw sliced through his armor. Then, a sudden, delicate change in the sixchanger.

"Please stop.." ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 10:05PM CST > Bombshell keeps his optics locked on the Sixchanger as he rummages through a case eventually pulling out a small squirming machine with six legs lazily peddling in the air. "Buzzsaw, would you mind if I were to rummage a little in your toy's head?" after all he certainly wouldn't want to disturb the interrogator during his work, he's smarter than that. Though he was very much looking forward to peeling away at Quickswitch's mind, the very thought forcing a fiendish cackle to escape the short mech. The object Bombshell so delicately held to seemed to respond to it's master's glee, squirming and pushing more towards it's next victim. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 10:07PM CST >- Buzzsaw would smirk if he could, and his optics snap up to lock on Quickswitches. "I must apologize, I did not quite catch what you said. That little part there, at the end. What was that?" He clicks his beak again, drawing the tip of his wing across Quickswitch's arm until the blade rests against the next finger in line. "I've got so many things I can slowly remove from you until you answer my questions, Autobot. I'm not the one that will stop this." There's a pause and he ever so slowly starts to apply pressure with the bladed edge of his wing to begin severing the digit. "Only you can stop this. Compliance is all I ask for. So, again, I shall start simple. What is your name? That's not a difficult question at all, is it? You have...until this finger falls to the floor to answer, and I will be ever so slowly lenient with my time. After that? Then the questions shall only grow more complex. I'm afraid the difficulty will only increase from here." He turns his attention to Bombshell and there's an audible smirk in his voice, even though the beak still does not move nor reflect his speech. "Oh, and you hear that? Now someone else will be doing their work. Imagine all of the pain inflicted as they dig around to satisfy their curiosity. But I can help you, Autobot. I can help you feel nothing. Remember. All I ask for is but one thing. Compliance." --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 10:11PM CST >--- Quickswitch's optics glow and whirl wildly with terror as Buzzsaw's wing draws close to his next finger, and at Bombshell's words to him and that little bug-thing he has in his fingers, "..My name is Quickswitch," the Autobot says softly, wearily, and inside, damns himself for this weakness. Nononono!! "I'm an Autobot warrior.." he glances between Buzzsaw and Bombshell, gives his bonds another futile tug. ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 10:18PM CST > Bombshell also lacks the faceplates to grin but boy if he isn't having a great time right now. Of course no matter what he spilled the Shell would still be going on. For now though, he'd allow the Autobot that sweet respite of hope, if for nothing more than to take it away later. "Very good." he quietly whispers towards Quickswitch before glancing towards Buzzsaw. "Perhaps something a little more difficult Buzzsaw?" after all if all they needed was his name all this wouldn't be needed. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 10:20PM CST >- Buzzsaw halts the advance of his wing, but doesn't pull back, instead letting it sit there. "Ah, progress. Quickswitch. Good. You can follow the rules. I like that. Those who comply are rewarded. Shall we see if you deserve a reward, Quickswitch?" He does, to his credit, keep that wing very, very still to avoid digging in further, but it is indeed still poised to do so. "As an Autobot Warrior, then, I suppose there are but a few questions I should truly bother to ask. You are not intelligence, nor operations, so the truly valuable data is most likely not something you are privy to. So, how about this question? What would it take for you to renounce the Autobots? How dreadfully loyal are you to their pitiful cause and existence?" How terribly loaded a question, no? --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 10:25PM CST >--- A loaded question indeed. Quickswitch considers, then asks in a dry, painful voice, "Answer some questions for me. Where is Sixshot? Where is my--" Again, the ancient word that has no clear translation, "father."

"Then, I might answer your questions. But first, I want to see him."

Quickswitch gambles on this question. He doubts. Oh he has doubts about the Autobot cause. Sympathies for Sixshot the Decepticon Sixchanger. And yet, in other corners of his mind, he is indeed a staunch Autobot, never willing to betray them, not for anything. The conflicted mind elicits a whisper from him, "no.." and his own whisper explodes in his head with the help of the data-slug. He winces. ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 10:31PM CST > Bombshell chuckles lightly as he tilts his helm. "Demands? In your position? How amusing." he responds, lowering that horrible little machine closer to the Sixchanger's head. The fact that this Autobot seemed to be in close relations to Sixshot was certainly something worth noting for later reference. But now it took almost all of the Insecticon's self control not to dive right on in and rip that information from the Autobot's mind. "Perhaps I should tell you something Quickshot..Buzzsaw here has something of a temper. I've seen him torture much tougher prisoners than you to the point of insanity. So tell him what he wants to know or you'll be no good to any cause." after all, a broken machine is a broken machine, no matter who it used to be. < Phantom Posed on Feb 01 10:33PM CST >- Lurking unseen on the rooftop is the foreigner Phantom, peering down through a ventilation shaft and watching the interrogation. His concern for Quantum's well being has gotten the better of him, and he's returned to see if he can find his friend and make sure he's doing alright. However, he'd heard the six changer's cries and become sidetracked. He watches, wondering if Buzzsaw and Bombshell really think they will be successful in convincing him to join the Decepticons. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 10:36PM CST >- A wrong answer to be sure. "What did I say when we started here?" That finger is soon no longer being granted leniency. "You are not one to ask the questions. That is not your place. That is not compliance and merely testing my patience." He looks at Bombshell. "This one has surrendered any favors he could hope to win by cooperating with me." He walks, not flies, his way down the Sixchanger's body, dragging his wings as he goes to emphasize his distate. "It matters not, however. I know the answer. In true Autobot fashion, it will be defiance, clinging to the 'Cause' as though it were precious life itself. But I know the truth." He finally ceases his reckless gouging of Quickswitch's armor plating and alights on his previous perch. "I've yet to meet one I could not break, whether they knew it or not. Rest assured, Quickswitch, I will break you as well." --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 10:43PM CST >--- Ahhh, Bombshell and Buzzsaw, but Quickswitch is already broken. A keenly sensitive and fragile mind at the command of an overpowered body. A body now that writhes and tears uselessly in its bonds as the pain opens up in lines all the way down--he shreaks, he shreaks!!--until Buzzsaw takes to his perch.

"I ain't--I ain't TELLIN' YOU NOTHIN!!" he shreaks in fury and the pain of this interrogation. The optics of the sixchanger find first Bombshell and then Buzzsaw, alight with rage and a totally different demeanor than a moment ago, and again, strangely calm:

"Do what you want with me," he says in a ragged whisper, "Doesn't matter what happens to me either way. Already broken." ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 10:48PM CST > Bombshell seems satisfied with this answer and begins tinkering with the shell preparing it for it's big moment. "Buzzsaw, while I would adore watching you destroy what little resolve this Auto-trash has I do have a deadline to keep." he'd wait a few moments if for nothing more than he respected the mechanical condor's methods. What the Autobot didn't seem to realize was all this time his futile efforts were completely pointless. His heroics would all be for nothing. "I would advice you to stick around however my bladed friend, what happens next really is quite delicious." something about how he said that seemed grotesque as if he were savoring a meal yet to come. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 10:51PM CST >- Buzzsaw nods curtly. "Do what you must, Bombshell. I will simply watch and record. The amplification device is still active, so I should be able to record more than a few lovely screams for the symphony." He affixes a level gaze at Quickswitch. "If you perform well enough, you may even occupy a first chair, Quickswitch, Autobot Warrior. So please do not hold back, and do not disappoint me again." He clicks his beak and looks at Bombshell. "This one is all yours to do as you wish." --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 10:54PM CST >--- The hateful, wrathful sixchanger spits lubricant in Buzzsaw's direction, "Go... Go to the Pit--" and the assault unit struggles to focus past the pain and be one with it, so that it does not distract its resolve. It says nothing more, and Quickswitch watches, worry and terror evident upon his stricken features. His optics grow wider and wider as Bombshell is given leave to do, whatever it is he's going to do. < Phantom Posed on Feb 01 10:59PM CST >- Phantom watches, puzzled. He wonders if Quickswitch knows something that the Decepticons find particularly useful. He absently wonders about Quantum, and suddenly, he grows worried. He radios Quickswitch. "" --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 11:01PM CST >--- < I don't know. It could be vorns for all I know, or cycles. Please send a message to the Autobots. Tell them I'm captured, but where I don't know. Tell them whatever happens, I'm a loyal Autobot and would never hurt them.> ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 11:02PM CST > Bombshell runs a claw down his own mask. "Look at that face!" he shouts, simply gushing at those horrified optics. "The pain, the hurt, oh if only I could take that look and mount it in my lab!" he stated dramatically before dropping the machine, it's tiny peds taking it to Quickswitch's head where it nestled down. "And three.." a small whirring sound could be heard. "Two..." and already it was sending millions of tiny wires to interface with every section of Quick's processor. "One!" he finally said as the Cerebro shell forced Bombshell's terrible will upon his latest puppet. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 11:09PM CST >- Buzzsaw doesn't even flinch at the retaliation he's subject to, instead settling in to watch Bombshell get to work as he records the visual and audio of what is transpiring in front of him. "I did offer to help, but you did not comply. Everything you feel from here on out is your own fault alone, Quickswitch. Smile. I'll be sure to send a copy of this back to your commanders. Let them watch the mighty Autobot Warrior weep." < Phantom Posed on Feb 01 11:13PM CST >- Oh no, Bombshell's cerebroshell is on him now, the time for him to answer the question is running out! ""Phantom's fists clench, hoping to get an answer out of Quickswitch. --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 11:15PM CST >--- "FRAG YOU!!" Quickswitch thunders, tries to lunge, fails, draws out more pain, struggles not to cry out. Bites down so hard that sparks fly from his dental plate. Succeeds. Yes. And as Bombshell's toy then makes its way into his skull--optics wide and watching and helpless--and the tumult inside his ravaged head, the emotions that always beset the sixchanger, the delicately faceted mind, come to struggling rest against Bombshell's singular, greater will. Phantom's question dies as everything about the sixchanger silences, stills... "Yes?" he inquires in a bland, flat voice, looking to Bombshell expectantly. ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 11:20PM CST > Bombshell finds that last pathetic spot of resistance almost rather cute. "Quickswitch be a dear and scream for the camera and do try to make that face again!" oh he'll get to the questioning and what not later, for now Bombshell had a new toy! "I hope you're still recording Buzzsaw." after all the screaming was almost exclusively because he wanted to hear that masterpiece when it was all completed. < Buzzsaw Posed on Feb 01 11:22PM CST >- "You should know better than to ask that, Bombshell. I am always recording." He clicks his beak and glances towards the scientist before settling himself back into his perch to resume his recording. --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 11:27PM CST >--- The green optics go out of focus for a long moment, then, the corners of the sixchanger's mouth twitch upwards as, oddly, he begins to laugh, not scream. The voice is still flat, but oddly inflected with a sort of smugness, as if the sixchanger knows something they do not. Is the cerebroshell supposed to act like this? Oh his unusual mind, perhaps not, "You have no idea, do you," his voice dissolves in a private laugh, "I dunno what you guys just did to me, but I bet you have no idea--"

"There's more than one of me. One for each mode." < Phantom Posed on Feb 01 11:29PM CST >- Dammit! Phantom thinks to himself. He supposes he ought to just go looking for Quantum himself, but at the same time, he feels compelled to stay, fascinated by the six changer, especially when he mentions that there is more than one of himself. He wonders how it is the Autobot managed to get captured, he doesn't look much like someone who is easily overcome.

Perhaps he can still communicate with him...? "<... listen, can you still hear me? Tell me if you saw my friend..>" --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 11:30PM CST >--- There is nothing but static in response to Phantom's inquiry. Quickswitch does not feel compelled to answer. ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 01 11:35PM CST > Bombshell jolts a bit in surprise but none the less, even for everything in his processor the rest of him was still under strict control. "Well, pleasure to meet you new Quickswitch. I hope you don't mind me taking a few things." and with that the shell began copying his visual memory, it was if anything an incredibly painful process, like the worst headache times a few thousands. "So tell me, what's your affiliation with Six Shot?" even if the shell wasn't working completely he'd still get what he wanted. --< Quickswitch Posed on Feb 01 11:39PM CST >--- The sudden assault to his head makes the sixchanger reel, "Sixshot--" he tries to speak, at once compelled to do so, "Sixshot--he and I are Six Changers... ...We are of one Cog. One system. One CPU. He was my mentor before the war, when the Senate and Council used us as weapons. He is my father, regardless of allegience. I will always respect and care for him," he says again, "He is my father. I will not betray him, even as I will not betray the Autobots." < Phantom Posed on Feb 01 11:43PM CST >- Phantom grumbles to himself, as he is unable to get an answer from the six changer. However, when Quickswitch starts to speak about Sixshot, his optics widen a little. How interesting! He has been under the impression all this time that the Cybertronians here did not have fathers.

I must have been wrong, Phantom thinks to himself.

He leans closer to the ventilation shaft, to listen more closely. How was it that Quickswitch had become an Autobot, then? What a strange world this was... ---< Bombshell Posed on Feb 02 12:05AM CST > Bombshell nods to his partner in crime before mentally sending an order for him to return to his cell. The main body detached from his head and returned to Bombshell's side but tiny micro-shells still recorded everything he saw and to some degree still retained subconscious control of Quickswitch's lower functions. "Sorry to cut this short Buzzsaw but I must return these findings to Starscream right away. Oh and don't bother with medical treatment, I want him to stew for a while." and with that he was on his way, perhaps later on Sixshot would require a more in depth look. < Phantom Posed on Feb 02 12:08AM CST >- Phantom watches as Quickswitch leaves, somewhat mystified. But now that the interrogation is over, he takes his leave to go look briefly and discreetly for Quantum before leaving Kolkular.

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