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this only took forever. Oh, well, I'm out of high school now, but now
there's college life to deal with. Wish me luck!
is only my sixth day here and you're telling me that these types of things
are abnormal? Great . . ." Shock Therapy was in a cynical mood to say
the least; the only upside to things at the moment was that she had finished
rerouting the control tower to her specifications, much to Esoteric's
displeasure. Well, whatever made a Council lackey unhappy was the
cream on the pie to her.
second explosion had more than taken out a complete sector within Ward
Eight, and the rebuilding process was going to be delayed by the look of
things. This wasn't what bothered Cybershark; what bothered him was
that two explosions in four days did not bode well for anyone within the
security ranks. Usually, when something exploded, there was always an
officer or two who went down. "Shock Therapy, search all sector
monitors within Ward Eight to see if we can locate a face to go along with
those taken from the Ward Twelve incident."
on it, Cybershark. It's just going to take some time for the computer
to locate any matches, especially since there are always the excitement
stalkers." Cybershark knew not to forget about those; anytime
something big happened there were always those who would rush in from the
other wards to watch the excitement or lack there of.
"Slag," Shock Therapy drew his attention back from the monitor,
and he crossed his arms carefully, "looks like the computer's already
found sixteen matches, and still going. I do so hate the ones who
the computer's finished, have it run identification on all persons that
match from both sites. With any luck, perhaps we'll manage to find
someone among the serried who might have a background or not exist at all on
our files. Those would be the ones to find first."
if they've already left Omicron?" she asked, tapping the pad beneath
her hand until she had the visual she wanted.
explosions in four days? Whoever it is likes the publicity, the bigger
the better it would appear from this second explosion." Cybershark
smiled deviously, revealing razor sharp teeth. "They're going to
make a mistake soon enough in public to show their faces. They like
the thrill that people will know it is they who are behind this."
makes you say that?" it was difficult for Shock Therapy to twist her
helm to face him, what with all the wires now pouring out of her body, but
she managed the small action nonetheless.
me, I know this type. They want something ostentatious enough to
demonstrate that they are untouchable."
would stop them now. As far as Taciturn was concerned, there was no
trace that would lead to Stricture and himself for their involvement in both
explosions. And most importantly, with Misery working both sides
against the middle like she was so fond of doing, there was no chance of
Depth Charge and his crew finding the two. Of course, he wasn't
completely comforted since Depth Charge, formally the Maximal Nainsook, had
worked with them before and seen a glimpse of what they could do. That
thought alone was not comforting.
on the other hand, was confident that with as many loops that would be
thrown towards the chief of security that he would punch himself in the face
when the plan was finally revealed. And yet, it was so tempting to go
storming into the TRUNDLE building, guns blazing, and pull Xyston out in one
fell swoop. However, if the plan went that way, then yes, they would
have the element of surprise, and yes, they would not have to wait, but they
could also lose the advantage against a group of scientists who knew how to
contain even the Autobot Killer.
two were hid by the tinted windows of the office building across the street
from the TRUNDLE Scientific Research base. They were not alone,
however, but were walking with the manager of the building under the guise
of two corporate representatives. "It's not much further to my
office, gentlemen, so I do hope you'll keep up." After a few more
moments they were in the room and seated around a large table.
"Now, gentlemen, when I heard Tyr Corp. was sending new management I
had no idea that you would be, well . . . soldier built."
this?" Taciturn gestured to himself, then settled further into his
chair, and with perfectly faked Autobot sentiment said, "It comes with
age, young one. We elders like to keep close to our old ways.
Now, down to business . . ."
are . . . silent tonight," Misery tilted her helm towards her left
shoulder, resting her backside against the wall. Depth Charge sat
calmly in his chair looking over the reports of the bombings, trying
furiously to discover a pattern. He stirred slowly and took in the
sight of her standing guard near the door; not directly close, but off to
the side so if anyone walked in it would take them much longer to see her.
"You are troubled, dear boy. Report to me your afflictions and I
shall assist you."
you always so precise with your words?" the security chief
propped his helm against his shoulder and stared at her lopsidedly.
When he received no response he decided to stand and pace towards the window
that looked upon the main shuttle track of Omicron. He took a deep
breath and then sighed reluctantly. Depth Charge extended his left arm
and pointed to the spot beside him. Misery was by his side soon
enough, gazing out the window in shallow thought. "Look out
there, Misery, and tell me you feel nothing."
waited before replying, and then she licked at her blue lips. "I
care nothing for those who are weak minded."
ya came when I called you," he wasn't referring to now, but when he had
requested her and Shock Therapy from the Tripredacus Council.
"How can you honestly look upon their faces, upon mine even, and tell
me you feel nothing."
hands gripped his face and pulled him towards her until they could look one
another in the eyes. "I care nothing for the ignorant, those who
know nothing of their governments or what secrets they hide. You have
glanced through the window and seen what is on the other side. You
know the secrets your government hides from you because I have shown them to
you. Do you doubt that I have made you aware and care nothing?"
the closest you've ever come to telling me that ya love me," he
clutched her helm and pulled the female Decepticon closer to him.
"But you do talk your contradictions, don't ya?" Depth
Charge placed his face inches from hers, then he, too, flicked his tongue
across his lips. "Tell me what secrets you're hiding,
secrets, precious pet, are mine alone to know," the Decepticon female
widened her red optics after she was suddenly lifted in his hands and forced
against the wall. The glare in the Maximal's ruby orbs guaranteed pain
if his demands were not met. "Going to force them from me?
Unfortunately, lovely boy, I do not reveal things so easily."
playing your games!" he snarled, feral teeth
bared, calm nature finally lost.
eyes were wide, surprised, but showing no emotion. Then, Misery smiled
fiendishly, optics closing as she began to speak. "A powerful
monster, living down / In the darkness, growled in pain, impatient / As day
after day the music rang / Loud in that hall, the harp’s rejoicing . . . /
And then / As now warriors sang of their pleasure: / So Hrothgar’s men
lived happy in his hall / Till the monster stirred, that demon, that fiend,
. . . / who haunted the moors, the wild / Marshes, and made his home in a
hell / Not hell but earth . . ."
does that mean?" Depth Charge drew back, face contemplating her
words carefully and slowly. "Misery . . . what did you do?"
have done nothing, precious pet." She laughed then.
lying!" he snapped, fingers digging into her arm.
No . . . merely prophesying. The danger, lovely pet, is only going to
become worse from this point onward." Misery rolled her helm
along her shoulders, joints popping and wires bending with the motion.
"I trust you shall be intelligent enough to figure this mess out before
the proverbial curve ball is thrown."
Charge shook his head, turned away, and dropped the blue and black female on
her feet. He would not look at her, but yet he would not move away.
"I hate your games, Miz. More importantly, I hate your games when
they play with my friends."
is but a pawn, beloved pet. It is only the choice of moving the pawns
forward and gaining new pieces to enable the sure development of a
checkmate." Misery smirked then, knowingly. "The
Bishop Pair has achieved fianchetto, yet the Knight's Pawns are still
defended by the Black Bishops. Do not make the mistake of losing your
Rooks this early in the game."
behemoth took it for the warning it was, then said, "Sometimes, Misery,
you make no sense . . ."
stood awaiting the shuttle doors to open. The pistons were slow, and
the hiss of air rushing into the cabin filled the space about him.
"This better be good, patriarch. I do not enjoy being called out
of my lab so rottenly rushed."
leucas, you are better tempered than usual. I believe you received my
transmission in regards to your sired," the Patriarch of Omicron's
fingers twitched while the other took his time stalking down the steps of
the shuttle. "You have ways to retrieve pertinent information
from him that I require."
believe the security chief is hiding something from you and you wish for me
to access it via Cybershark mokarran." Mainstay had once been the
head of his own lab on Cybertron, but after countless decades of having his
research pushed aside by the Maximal High Council, the teal and white
Maximal sold his lab, home, and various stock bonds until he had enough
money to purchase a research facility in the outskirts of the Karnasian
territory. The telemetry research Mainstay had developed evolved into
a working system, able to safely allow him to probe the circuitry of
unknowing robots from great distances. Together with his three
"pups," Pariah lewini, Cybershark mokarran, and High Tide zygæna
(so named for Mainstay's obsession with the now neo-evolved Terran sharks of
mu Ara A), Mainstay managed to implement the technology into himself and his
sired. With it, they were now able to communicate with others via
telemetry no matter the distance.
next words to the Patriarch were dripping with a sarcasm that Esoteric chose
not to acknowledge. "How cunningly brilliant of you."
the Patriarch hissed, stepping aside as the teal and white Maximal made his
way down the long catwalk. He called after the scientist, words not
even echoing in the large expanse of the shuttle bay, "Find out what
Depth Charge is hiding from me, Mainstay leucas, and you shall be highly
amazing reality of Maximals is that no matter how much truth you divulge to
them, they always misinterpret what they hear," her words were low,
hidden by the noise of the colony about her. Her body pressed against
the back wall of a tiny alcove, Misery raised her head up with pride as she
spoke to the darkened bot to her immediate left, not daring to look at him
lest his identity become known to whomever could be observing the female
know many things, yet you do not yet have your own entelechy from the years
you have been upon this world. Though tell me," a long
tentacle-like object snaked out of the darkness to wrap around Misery's left
gauntlet, "how do you plan to continue if Depth Charge figures out what
you've been telling him is true?"
her eyes, she tilted her head to her right shoulder to rest, and then drew a
deep breath. "By the time he understands what is happening, it
shall be too late for him and everyone else."
hate to see us go, won't you? You've grown quite fond of him, and of
me, even?" a teal coloured gauntlet reached out and stroked down
Misery's backside, between her wings, and settled on the bend of her culet.
the time comes," Misery allowed her body to embellish what would
normally be an evil growl into a soft purr, "I shall make certain that
you and Depth Charge will have a reason to leave before the avalanche is set
well," the darkened male leaned forward, allowing the mixed light of
ruby, sapphire, amethyst, and white play across his silver and teal body.
"I eagerly anticipate your plans, then, Misery," he grinned, then
added, "I shall warn you now, however, that my sire is on Omicron, and
it appears he's on the hunt for me tonight."
him away, then," Misery bared a predatory smirk, and then her next
words came without motion of her lips: "I shall orchestrate into motion
Depth Charge's plan without your aid. You keep your sire busy until
of course, Queen of Ice," he mocked a bow, more formality than anything
else. "Make sure you gut him from nave to chops, then.
Allow him to bleed out his systems for me."
noted," the Decepticon female then pressed forward, taking a dive from
the high building, transformed into her remodeled Seeker form, and streaked
between two smaller buildings before completely disappearing.
grinned cynically before thrusting himself out and took a scenic walk across
catwalk that encircled the level of the building. He placed both hands
on the window frame and stepped into the large room and then took a seat at
the empty desk. "I await you, leucas," he voiced out to the
world, grinning like a raptor.
last meeting of the day had been trifle, but self-admittedly important.
If Mainstay leucas upheld his part of the bargain, than Esoteric was certain
he would know the missing pieces of the puzzle behind this random outbreak
of murders. With all the technology at the disposal of the security
chief, the Patriarch knew Depth Charge was either hiding something or just
not searching as vigorously as he should, and Esoteric was willing to bet it
was the former of the choices.
leucas, in Esoteric's eyes, was a last resort used too soon, but he was
tired of waiting and was eager of results. Stepping into his expansive
flat, he commanded the doors shut, the lights on, and a soothing tone of
Cybertronian music filtered through the room. The patriarch wiped at
his face with both hands as he sat down. He began to type one handedly
on a data pad that had been stored under the seat, making notes and
accessing information from the main computer.
all the data he stared at, only the files for TRUNDLE were unread.
"New messages?" he pondered, typing in his master code and
scanning through the title of the files. Experiment
#357, Failed; Experiment #358, Failed; Lab Notes, Marked #946, were
some of the unread titles, but instead he inputted his master code once more
and accessed a personal message flagged important from Meson, Specialist in
Spark Mutations. It read:
four, Protoform X, has again expressed fantastical strength of unmatched
proportions with resulting consequences. During Experiment #358,
Protoform X managed to escape restraints and murder two scientists before
being subdued with 1000-potent virus encryptions. Limb extensions were
then removed and placed in different locations while Subject four was
subdued. Various body limbs have been scattered in different locations
and awaiting authorization before attempting Experiment #359: Infection and
Transmutation. Reply requested.'
certainly are creative, are they not?" Esoteric all but jumped from his
seat before metal collided with his body and sent him flying across the room
until he struck wall. Rather than slide down the wall, the metal held
him place, and before he could speak, a free piece of shrapnel metal (what
he recognized as what had once been the arm of his chair) covered his mouth
and pinned his helm.
stepped away from the other wall, shadows peeling away from her body as she
did so. She held her pronate gauntlet up, turning it over and
commanding the data pad to herself. The female Decepticon took a seat
in a chair that had remained intact and began punching in Esoteric's master
code. When the other began to mutter behind the metal gag, the black
and blue female smirked. "Did no one ever instruct you to never
use the same password for all of your locks? The door was easy enough
to open, but this is ridiculous." After taking the time to read
every document stored on his data pad, Misery stood and paced across the
room until she was a meter from the patriarch. "They are foolish
if they believe they are holding him against his will."
eyes widened, and she took that to mean he was wanting to understand what
she meant. "Do you believe that you have held Xyston this long
because of your own means? Maximals are all the same: ignorant, naïve, misguided."
She raised her hands once more and willed the metal to begin crushing the
patriarch. "I have come to collect ma
thus I thank you for your services in my purpose." Misery turned
around and began walking towards the door, the sound of muffled screams, a
spark implosion, and the minute sounds of the chair reconstructing itself
filtered through the empty flat as she left, carrying with her the final
piece of the puzzle needed to retrieve the Autobot Killer."
covered the floor a foot deep as bots, femmes, and aliens propelled
themselves around the room on hover stools. Low hanging purple and pink
lights swayed from side to side as people made their way through the bar.
Along the walls there were private tables to comfortably seat groups of ten
or more for private conversation, but the real conversation only happened at
the bar. Currently, the bartender known as Machiavellian tended to an
alien customer before sliding down the bar to attend to another.
drink was served, this time to the taste of a Karnasian, but everyone in the
pub quickly forgot themselves as Minstrel, the usual entertainer for the
bar, came running in at breakneck speed and turned on the video screen.
"Esoteric's been murdered!" he wailed, punching the code until the
single monitor flashed. The entire wall above the entertainment stand
was instantly lit by hundreds of screens became a gestalt of the image.
eyes of various incarnations were fixated on the news bulletin:
came in early this evening as a call went unanswered to the Patriarch's
flat. Upon inspection by fellow members of the board, it was
discovered in a gruesome scene that the Patriarch's body was found in what
was described by Chief of Security Depth Charge as 'scattered, yet
identifiable pieces of framework, similar in size and shape to the design of
the Patriarch's body.' He went on to say that after a conclusive
search of the Patriarch's flat that a distinguishable piece of Lorica
segmentata was found with serial number intact that matched that of the
screen flashed and switched to an interview with reporters surrounding a
central platform, at the centre of which stood Depth Charge, accompanied by
Jazz³ on one side and Misery on the other, and answering questions left and
be slagged," Machiavellian grumbled in astonishment. He turned to
the current inhabitants and spoke with a commanding boom to his voice.
"Everyone in this bar who isn't part of the employment leave now, we're
closing early." Some grumbles filled the room, but three bouncers
of sorts stepped forward from the darkened walls and began ushering the
drunk and sober alike out. When what one robot deemed as an imperative
question, Machiavellian simply replied, "Yes, you can take your drink!
Just go already, Odin!"
that sister Misery?" the attending waitress, Masquerade, inquired as
she climbed the stairwell from the basement. Purely, it was telltale
that the obvious similarity in design by the bouncers, entertainer,
waitress, and bartender were that of the same Decepticon factory design of
that's the old gal herself," one of the bouncers, Malice took a seat a
few tables back from the stage, purely focused on the screens that acted as
one. He was quickly joined by his factory brothers and sister, all of
whom were now engrossed with the interview.
she doing on Omicron?" Mace, another bouncer, inquired.
and in ancient battle design even yet," Minstrel observed with a
shocked face. "You'd think that the Tripredacus Council would
have made her change the design. I heard they were rounding up the old
ones who still wore battle gear."
well that may be so, but I am unfamiliar with her," the final bouncer,
Muffle, spoke with hesitation, face watching the matching black and blue
Decepticon on the screen.
didn't roll off the assembly line until the later part of that day, by then
Misery had already left. She was commissioned for some outlandish
planet where she began working her way up the ranks," Machiavellian
answered before the others could, choosing to stand next to the table where
the other five were seated.
continued for him, "Sister Misery stayed a captain, though. And
don't get me wrong, either, she was good, too
remain just a captain, but she wouldn't give up the position. Said
something about it being easier to command a squadron of ten than a company
of a hundred."
mean it was easier for her to bond with ten compared to a hundred,"
Minstrel chuckled, elbowing Mace in the side to emphasize his backhanded
of that," Malice barked, "Muffle wants to know who she is, not
some fantasy of yours, Minstrel."
can't help it," Masquerade gleamed, "I've been denying him an
interface for years."
botheration!" Minstrel growled, nearly jumping across the table towards
the female Decepticon waitress.
down," Machiavellian ordered, "now. I don't blame her.
I wouldn't want you in my head either." After the other had
returned to his seat, Machiavellian decided to continue: "It was
said that after a raid on the planet In-A-Gadda that she found something
there that began to tip the balance in our side's favour."
that would be . . .?" Muffle tilted his head to the side, a very
Autobot killer," Mace breathed, along with Masquerade and Malice.
legend?" Muffle asked.
fact," Machiavellian simply stated. "He's as real as night
and day, Primus 'n Unicron, Matrix an' the Pit. The ultimate killer,
and she convinced him to work for our side."
heard tale that he was an Autobot," Masquerade chuckled. "An
Autobot with an insatiable thirst for violence."
perfect sadist," Malice grinned. "He hooked up with the
perfect masochist, too. Misery enjoys pain. That's what makes
her so . . ."
me," Muffle glared, red optics looking the female on the screen over
and over from top to bottom.
was going to say 'amour-propre,' but that works too."
masochism gives her a sense of pride," Machiavellian grimaced.
"Perverse in it's own way, I guess, but a fact that's only
understandable by a few. Not even Lord Megatron understood the way she
would let the opponent strike her. It was almost as if her ability to
take a hit and keep going meant that she was greater than them. It was
what made the Autobot killer love her."
really love, I should say," Masquerade shook her head. "He
wanted her as a mate for life because of her pride, he even goes so far as
to use some twisted Terran word to call her by as a pet name. But that
idea didn't exactly appeal to her."
challenged him, then," Muffle narrowed his eyes, staring into the
golden-hued of Misery's. "She made him work for her so that she
could control the uncontrollable."
but not exactly right," Machiavellian closed his red eyes, recounting
from memory a twisted tale that made little to no sense. "He's
the ultimate sadist, and her the ultimate masochist. Like that Terran
concept of balance of good and evil, or the Karnasian business principle of
supply and demand: one cannot be without the other."
does not make sense, yet it does," Muffle cracked his neck to the side,
looking to Machiavellian to continue. "She is similar to me,
though, is she not?"
you were same model number as her, if I remember correctly . . . Your
minds are very similar except for the fact that you were housed in a male
body while she was in a female. Misery even has the same idiosyncrasy
about observing others to figure out their quirks before she speaks to them.
Slot, you and her even have the same speech patterns."
understand," Muffle did, in his own way, admire the fact that he wasn't
the only make and model capable of understanding himself. Now he
wished to speak to the Decepticon who still stood silently on the screen
more than ever.
you think," Malice began, "that we should give her a ring, figure
out what she's after?"
know that if she's here that her left and right are too, and no doubt in my
processor that the Autobot killer isn't too far behind," Masquerade
want to meet the greatest killer ever built, is that it, lovey?"
Machiavellian smirked. "Here I thought I was the only bot in the
universe who could get your spark pounding."
can dream," she shot back.
believe me," his smirk widened, "I have indeed dreamed, lovey."
Misery serve the same purpose as our Masquerade?" Muffle asked as he
stood and shuffled around the table to get closer to the stage to observe
the image closer.
she does," Minstrel preened, voice holding that same cockiness that all
men can have. "Same function that all Decepticon females were
you," Machiavellian ordered. The bartender then nodded towards
the black and blue bot standing below the stage screens. "Muffle's
interest has been perked. He wants to meet her. I suggest we
give her a call."
and while we're at it I'll start raiding the armoury for when we have to run
for our lives from the Autobot killer."
hey, do you hear that?"
what? That banging at the door?"
those are just the guys trying to find a hiding place. Most likely
Odin sobered up from where they got him drunk again."
Mace blinked and looked from factory sibling to factory sibling.
"Should we let them in?"
slaggin' way! I don't want to be in Odin's way. He's sober!
Think about that next time before you feel compelled to open the door."
friends you keep, Cybershark mokarran," Mainstay leucas stood behind
the column, arms crossed with helm tipped upward. "An Autobot
sired who understands nothing, a Decepticon who wants everything, and one
Maximal who cannot be read."
was still seated behind the desk, posture slouched with gauntlets hanging
limply over the arms of the chair. His pinprick red eyes began
shifting about the room, focusing on everything he observed before he
continued searching the room. "You tried to read his mind, but
you discovered the same thing I did."
Charge cannot be read." Mainstay narrowed his blood red optics and
lowered his helm slightly. "You knew, and that is why you were
not at the press conference. The female, on the other hand . . ."
her be, father. Her ability to inspire pride in others may be
unboundedly odious to the Maximal kind, but I enjoy the substance she brings
to me." He took a breath and climbed to his feet, circled the
desk, and crossed the large, gutted room. The grey and blue Maximal
stopped on the opposite side of the pillar Mainstay stood beside.
speaks with duplicity, Cybershark mokarran. You are not dealing with
an ordinary Decepticon." Mainstay leucas refused to face his
disobedient sired, choosing instead to remain fixated on the distant door.
"She's going to kill you."
rather be dead than a peasant of the Council's. At least this way I
can ensure that Cybertronian kind shall rise up to its potential instead of
sitting back and letting history repeat itself."
yes, the Great War," Mainstay cocked his head to the side and forced
all his weight upon the column. "You realize you're just helping
to create another war."
what do I care? I'll be dead, remember?"
was silent a moment, pondering how much society had changed in the last few
centuries. "Cybershark mokarran, do not disbelieve me when I tell
you that none of us are free. You are correct in thinking that our
current path leads to the decadence and destruction of our race at the hands
of the Maximal High Council, but all of us are chained --people are in
darkness, chained, and broken. They can no longer see the light to
show them the way, but the path the Decepticons will lead us on will only
end with bodies littered across the universe."
agree that our path will be long and difficult, but only the Decepticons can
preserve our race as they were originally intended." Cybershark
wiped at his mouth with the back of his gauntlet, and waited for a response
from his sire. "Father?" he asked, peering around the corner
to find that the older Maximal was contemplative. "Father?"
He moved forward, footsteps echoing off the walls.
"Father!?" he yelled once more, but it was evident that the older
Maximal was ignoring him.
is the only path left for me, Cybershark mokarran. I have grown too
old for too long, and I am weary. Please," the older bot turned
and faced his sire, eyes serious, "do your sire one last favour and
give me a quick death so that I may not have to face it at the hands of
those older than I. I leave the care of your brothers to you."
me for this is unthinkable. Remember, father? Because of your
programming I cannot harm you." Cybershark flicked at a piece of
shrapnel on the floor with one of his cables, snapping the crippled metal
towards his sire's feet.
I release you from your holds!"
leucas widened his eyes in pain as the locks inside Cybershark's mind were
lifted. The wrist mounted blades on his sired's left arm had flipped
forward and torn into his chest, clamping around the time-worn spark cavity
and crushing. Mainstay leucas's last thoughts to his sired were: I'm
glad to know you never hesitated . . .
Miz. You do manage your affairs quickly, don't you? As for
this," Depth Charge held up the data pad that Esoteric had been reading
from before he died. That very same data pad that Misery was careful
enough to copy then erase all messages and data that regarded to Xyston's
is as you requested, precious pet," she purred, ice blue fingers
tapping the desk in patience. "Did you enjoy the partition?"
up, Misery," he began ripping the fragile data pad apart, making
certain to crush the important data chips so that no information could be
recovered once disposed of. "I don't care how you do your job
just so long as you do it. More importantly, I don't want to know how
you do it, either."
growled, sitting straight and uncrossing her legs. Her golden red eyes
were wide and glaring at him with spite. "Perhaps I should not
have helped you. Yes, I should have let you do your own work so that
you could have a taste of what it is like to be a Decepticon."
shut up!" he roared, climbing to his feet and slamming his palms down
upon the table. He stared her down with equal malice.
blinked, face relaxing and twisting into a morbid grin. "Hm, you
are becoming more the beast of war I desire of you."
war may be on the uprising, Misery, but I'm not your beast, so neither call
nor refer to me as one."
frightens you for the reason that you may dissociate yourself from your
emotions without regret. You make me proud, indeed. Very few
understand the concepts that I manufacture inside my head, so those that are
able to comprehend my thoughts are those who quickly gain favour among those
whom they serve. You serve me, now, lovely boy."
Charge's body slackened and he fell backwards into his seat. He rubbed
at his face, "I'm not your servant, either."
but you are. It was I who sired you a new body and life. You are
indeed mine, but soon your role shall become more fulfilled."
Charge sat up, eyes wide in sudden realization and searching her face.
"Misery . . . what did you do?"
smirked, preened, and refused to cackle at his question. "All in
you do?!" When Depth Charge saw her face remain cynical and
clear, he knew she would not answer. No matter how he thought he would
-or could even- threaten her, the chief of security knew the look in
Misery's eyes was that of swollen pride. She would no sooner tell him
than to change her allegience, and, watching her turn to leave, he felt all
joyful thoughts leave him. There was something . . . something so