Repair Nexus - Decepticon HQ

      This repair bay is sized so that most largest Decepticons can fit in here, but they would have to watch their step. There are several gumby medics scurrying about the lab, boxes of tools and equipment line most of the shelves and are crammed into the metal cupboards. There are six med-tables, each of them large enough to fit a medium sized Cybertronian, but still are able to accomidate the larger ones as well.
 
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Dreadwind [Robot]
Obvious exits:
 <O> leads to Research and Development Nexus - Decepticon HQ.
 <C> leads to Cryogenic Nexus - Decepticon HQ.

Nyah Hunt comes walking into the repair bay wearing a long silky black robe. She heads over towards a desk at the rear of the repair bay. She's not aware of Dreadwind, and begins to climb up Shockwave's desk. She seats herself down in the chair to gather herself before working to get to one of the drawers.

Dreadwind is standing there, much like he was last night...depressed.

Nyah Hunt takes notice of Dreadwind and she climbs up to the desk top. She eyes him, and says, "You look depressed.." She's never seen him before either. She tugs her robe closer to her body, and then sits herself down on the desk top.

Dreadwind looks up and gives Nyah a deadpan expression, "And you're surprised because...?"

Nyah Hunt returns the look, "Well who would expect to see a mighty Decepticon warrior mope about like the world just came to a sudden end."

Dreadwind shrugs, "It's not that far off."

Nyah Hunt bites her lip, and then grins, "So you're just going to let the end of the world come without a fight?"

Dreadwind shrugs, "Might as well."

Nyah Hunt facepalms, and she says, "Well wouldn't you like to have others suffer also? Spread gloom and depression through out the universe?"

Dreadwind shrugs, "No point, really. Talk to Darkwing about that."

Nyah Hunt erms, "Do you have any interests at all? I mean staring at a wall can only provide so much fun."
Dreadwind states glumly, "Not really."

Nyah Hunt will definately get in trouble for saying, "Well torture me if it'll make you feel better. Hey who doesn't want to make or try to make a squishy scream." She didn't say it did she?

Dreadwind shrugs, "Still doesn't matter."

Nyah Hunt stands up, and murmers to herself, "Shockwave'll kill me for this." She dances about the table, "Ah, of course you want to torture me. Break me. Cut me. You want to do it!"
And she's lucky Vortex isn't around.

Dreadwind cocksan optic ridge, looking at Nyah like she's grown a third head.

Nyah Hunt continues to dance on the table top, and she frowns, "You're no fun. Don't kill me..Just torture me. Test my threshold of pain. Any Decepticon would love to do this!"

<Decepticon> Nyah Hunt says, "Any Decepticon here who'd love to torture a human?"

Dreadwind says, "Not me, apparently."

Nyah Hunt sits herself down on the table again, "You're no fun." She pouts.

Dreadwind nods, "It's about time you noticed."

<Decepticon> Shockwave says, "I do delight in the concept of torturing a human..I am not going to torture one of my informants."

Nyah Hunt hmphs, "I noticed the moment I walked in here. And you're suposed to be an escapee from a mental hospital?"

Dreadwind nods.

Nyah Hunt rubs her head, "So you don't like biting the heads off small fuzzy mammals? Killing puppy dogs?"

Dreadwind narrows his optics slightly, "Rather morbid for an organic, aren't you?"

Nyah Hunt lays back on the desk top, and she says, "Hey. There's more morbid people out there than me!"

Dreadwind considers for a few moment, "This is true..."

Shockwave has arrived.

Dreadwind is leaning against a counter...exactly as he was last night. Doesn't look like he's moved much, considering the overnight dust layer on his armor.

Nyah Hunt spreads her arms open, and smiles, "So give it a try. You can still be depressed and torture me." She's not aware of Shockwave's arrival yet.

Dreadwind's optics flicker, "But why would I want to? What would I gain? Nothing. And therein lies the pointlessness."

Nyah Hunt's on that desk in the back as well!

Shockwave steps into the repair bay after the doors open for him. His optic shimmers, and he looks over to Dreadwind who's been standing there all dusty. His head turns to the sound of 'torture me!' real quick, and he calmly intones, "Of course I could provide you with this service.."

Dreadwind nods half-heartedly at Shockwave.

Nyah Hunt hears that familiar voice, and quickly gathers herself together. Getting tortured by Shock isn't fun, or the idea doesn't seem to be so good. She ums, "I thought you wouldn't torture your informant?"

Dreadwind's expression shifts ever-so-slightly at Nyah's nervous edge.

Shockwave's optic flickers, and he walks over to his desk. He opens up the drawer, and pulls out a small set of tools. He looks down at Nyah, "Of course I wouldn't terminate someone who is useful. I will of course teach a lesson to you for that illogical outburst." He places what is a few wickedly curved knives on the table, and a bundle of wires hooked up to an electric generator. He uses his hand to push her back on to her back, and he calmly intones, "Do not seat yourself up, nor move irraticly. It would be unfortunate if you were to be terminated."

Nyah Hunt blinks her eyes, and she's pushed downed..She asks, "So how are you going to hold me down, and then do.." She looks at the tools placed before her, "..what you plan on doing with one hand?" She shivers, and she looks at Dreadwind, "At least you wouldn't have an idea on how to do it..That's what sucks.."

Dreadwind raises an optic ridge, "I fail to see what suction has to do with anything."

Shockwave's gun-barrel shimmers into subspace, and his other hand appears. He reaches for the electric generator that has a set of small hooks at the end. It's clearly brand new, and meant just for dealing with humans. Shockwave's optic shimmers, "As you can see. I do have the situation under full control. And if you were not illogical and made that boost.." He looks at the robe, and simply removes it exposing Nyah's flesh. He puts his hand right back over her to keep her from running or squirmming.

Nyah Hunt acks as she's derobed, and then eyes the generator..She winces, and eyes Dreadwind, "Sure it does..This isn't fun." She looks Shockwave in the optic, and she trys to move about..least she's not nakkid, "Come on..It wasn't meant to be serious.."

Dreadwind's faceplate shifts slightly as his mouth twists into a vague semblance of a grin at Nyah's reaction.

Shockwave holds onto one of the hooks, and he looks Nyah in the eyes. He brings the wire closer, and allows for her to see it. His voice shifts, and becomes cold, "It matters not. Now you must learn from the consequences of your actions. Vortex or Scourge would not let you survive." He looks for a nice place to place the one hook, and he isn't about to stop his lesson either. A nice place is found in her bicep, and he sinks the hook in slowly to allow Nyah to savor the moment.

Nyah Hunt looks at Shockwave, and she trys to get herself out from between the desk top and his hand. She says, "We're they here? No..Come on..please don't go through with this..shit.." She eyes the hook, and trembles. Then she yelps, " as it slowly sinks into her arm. She trys to pull her arm free from the wire, but with noeval.

Dreadwind resists the urge to chuckle, letting his atmosphere of gloom shroud the pleasure her's taking from watching Nyah's fear. The only noticeable difference in his features is the fact that his optics have darkened slightly.

Shockwave's optic flickers, and he pauses at her pleas for him to stop. He inclines his head to the side for a moment, but his demeanor doesn't change. He uses his thumb to brush her chin lightly, "Prehaps if you give me a logical reason as to why I should stop..Your suffering shall end. For each time you do not provide me with a logical reason. You will suffer." He takes another hook, and he drives it into her thigh, "And that was not a logical reason for your pain to stop."

Nyah Hunt bites her lip again as the other hook is driven into her thigh..She owowoows, and a tear drips down her cheek. She reaches her one free hand for the thumb. She doesn't know what to say for the moment. Maybe silence will stop this, but she says something anyways, "...I..I..c..can't..inf.." She grunts at the pain in both her arm and leg. Her face becomes pale in pain and terror. She didn't expect Shockwave to actually torture her.

Dreadwind hrms. He reaches over and wipes the tear away with a finger, then examines it closely, "Interesting..."

Shockwave fiddles the other hook in between his fingers, and looks for another good place to hook Nyah up to the little generator. His optic glows as he hears her speak, "Jibberish is not a reason for anything." He uses one of his fingers to move her shirt up to expose her belly. He coldly speaks to her, "So you suffer.." He then slowly sets the hook down past her naval. He does let her hold on oddly enough.

Nyah Hunt lets out a pretty loud yelp as the hook is slowly put into her belly. More tears roll down her cheek, and she lets her grip go from the thumb she held before. She thinks, and crys a bit, "You..." She trembles, "...will have an..injured infilirator..Humans take time to heal?" She closes her eyes tears still streaming from them in pain, and she hopes this works.

Dreadwind hrms, rubbing the tear between his fingers, "Crying...such an unusual excercise..."

Shockwave has the hook up done, and he waves his free hand in the air. He considers her response, but his optic shimmers as he coldly intones, "You are lacking something.." He looks at her, and looks at the generator..powered up of course. He pushes a button lightly, and sends a rather unpleasent n'painful shock into her body.

Nyah Hunt lets out a loud scream as her body shudders violently against the table, and her restraint. She grasps for something to hold, "...Asking.." She groans as she shakes again, "..to be tortured could result in my termination?" She cries, and murmers, "Stop...please..."

Shockwave removes the hooks from Nyah forcefully, the flesh ripping, and he calmly intones, "Your answer was logical. Therefore your suffering ends."

Nyah Hunt nods her head, and she wipes the tears along with sweat from her head with her uninjured arm. She works on catching her breath before she passes on out cold from her ordeal.