This Better Not Hurt

[Jetstorm (BM)]

^{Day 14}

Jetstorm floats nearby the medibay of the Decepticon's base, looking around for the one who was supposed to help him. He rubbed at the side of his head, still annoyed at the one who was yelling at him.

"And they tell me I'm annoying," he says to nobody in particular. "They didn't hear that little Autobrat who wouldn't. Shut. Up."

He's half ready to bolt as well, if he's unwillingly grabbed, he will do all in his power to get away from this guy. He doesn't want another incident.

[Eye-fire]

Jetstorm may not notice him, but Eye-Fire is sitting in his rifle rack on the one wall. He's basically moved out of his room and spends most of his off time here if he isn't out blundering into the jaws of something horrible.

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Skippable

[Stalker]

On the other hand, Stalker is quite easy to see, being a neon giant. At the moment he is looming over various gadgets in a corner, various things with dials, switches and wires, giving them a technological look.

However, at its heart, Stalker's device is just a radio that is curiously missing a pair of speakers. Stalker adjusts a few of the switches on it, looking for a sweet butterzone to experiment with. He hasn't noticed Jetstorm fly in, partly because Stalker is facing the opposite direction, and partly because Jetstorm is much, much smaller than the giant.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

The general pokes his head into the actual bay and then sees Stalker standing there, working. He must have gotten here early to work on... Something.

"Ah. Hey?" He calls out, floating in but keeping one claw-like hand on the door. "You're the one who's gonna help me, I guess?"

[Stalker]

Stalker turned around and looked for the voice. And... Saw Jetstorm. Stalker was not expecting such a tiny transformer.

Oh. This may be a bit of a problem, but Stalker is inventive. "Ah, welcome, welcome!" Stalker said, exuberantly. "Come in, everything is almost prepared! Yes, yes, soon we will be ready!"

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Oh that sounds great. Jetstorm wrings his hands together once, and then adopts his bravado. "That's great, then I won't have to listen to that Autobrat anymore!" He floats further in and then hovers over the table, looking at all the tools.

Oh, bad flashbacks. He stares down, not saying much, looking oddly uncomfortable. He narrows his eyes, and then shakes his head. He waves his hand back and forth, dismissing the thoughts the best he can. "So what exactly will this entail?"

[Stalker]

If Stalker didn't have a faceplate, he would have smiled at the enthusiasm his subject was showing. Thankfully, he does.

"Ah, it is a bit complecated, yes, yes, but simple all the same" Stalker says, straightening up. "In essence, I will override your radio's input and output to be the same, thus, in theory, causing whatever you hear to be broadcast back to whoever broadcast it, which may possibly lead to a horrible feedback loop in their systems or just annoy them to the spark" Stalker finishes, his optic band glowing with delight. "Either way, it does teach them a lesson, don't you think?"

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm laughs somewhat, and rubs the side of his head, "Yea that sounds... Good. But can it be only done for a certain frequency? I don't feel like making my superiors angry..." He floats over and then stares at the table and carefully 'sits' in front of Stalker.

"Well. Whatever it is, get it going. I don't have all day to be sitting here, systems screaming at me that I'm going to get tortured," he mutters, crossing his arms.

[Stalker]

"Oh, worry not! It can be activated at any time!" Stalker says, cheerful. "Plus it requires some external equipment to achieve maximum discomfort levels" he adds, patting the large thing next to him. "However, with a few tiny, insignificant modifications to allow for two external ports, it can be used at any time at all!"

And once again, Stalker would grin if he had the capabilities. "Well, to begin you must lay down while I access your schemata to see how to... Best go about this"

Which is to say, Stalker is going out how to make this all the more enjoyable for him.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm glances over at the tech and then frowns. "I ain't carryin' that around, for your information."

The General stares down at the table that he's sitting on. Laying down means even MORE touching something that's pretty much considered ground. He clenches his fists and then turns and cuts his hovering jets, which drops him down onto the table, face down. He lays down completely, resting his head on his arms.

"At least this time I'm CONSENTING to it," he grumbles, staring at his claws.

[Stalker]

"Ah, worry not! This, this fine work, is a little piece of the wonderful ship we will all soon embark on! Just a little addition I thought would suit it, to assist decoding and transmitting frequencies!" Stalker says, with a bit of a flourish as he picks up a laser scalpel. Right now, he's just prolonging the inevitable, and wants to watch his patient squirm.

He is sure, of course, that Jetstorm will squirm, especially after he finds out Stalker has never actually had experience doing anything even near repair work to a Decepticon, let alone something his size. But that will come in time.

"Yes! And we will start with... Incisions in the chest plate region! I am sorry, my dear friend, but you will need to turn around!" he says, before heading over to loom over Jetstorm.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

The General's head snaps up as he stares straight ahead. Not again. No, no, not again. He clenches his claws together and then flips over and glares up at Stalker.

"I may be small but that don't mean that when I shoot ya, it won't hurt," he threatens, but turns his head up, baring his chest. Oh bravado, how weak and scared Jetstorm would be without you.

[Stalker]

Stalker laughs. "Why would you want to shoot the person helping you? Oh, you are quite confused!"

And while his patient is temporarily distracted, Stalker slices along the edges of Jetstorm's chest plate area, with the proficiency of someone who does not do this on live targets. With another quick slice, he separates the chest plate from the rest of Jetstorm's structure, before yanking it off and putting it to the side, revealing the inner workings of his patient.

Stalker glances over them for a few seconds, before his optics glow malevolently as he sees what he was looking for: Jetstorm's radio. And, with precision from making years of sound equipment, he grabs some spare cables running to his device, and begins slicing them down to size, before putting them in two seemingly random ports on the radio.

"And we are done!" Stalker says, sounding all too impressed with himself as he deactivates the scapel and turns back around, to his device, kneeling down to adjust some knobs. "Feel free to fly off the table if you want, just as long as the cables stay in" he adds.

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Permission given to chop up Jetstorm

[Jetstorm (BM)]

History is doomed to repeat itself.

Jetstorm cries out in shock and pain at what goes on, claws digging into the table.

Why. Why! He tilts his head backwards and glares daggers at the wall to distract himself as the shooting pain rips through his systems. All that pain is being translated into hate for later, and he will be quite sure to remember to yell at somebody, or something, because of it.

He does not get up but slumps his head back down and stares off to the side. He's oddly quiet.

His claws have dug completely through the top layer of the metal table he was on.

[Stalker]

Stalker turns to look at Jetstorm, to see how he is. Oh, he's not moving.

Stalker will have to improvise then! "Well, friend..." he says, turning back to his device. "If you are not willing to test this, then I'll just have to find a frequency at random to play this through! Hmmm, now which station..."

Stalker flicks on his device, which lights up, and then deliberately alters a few knobs. In theory, now Jetstorm should be hearing static.

Let's see what reaction this gets...