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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 4, 2009 18:56:52 GMT -5
Chris had never really planned on being in such a situation as this. Here he was, held captive by the Decepticons in a horrible situation. He was in the corner of Goliath's trailer, his upper torso bound all the way around, as where his legs to the corner. He would have screamed out but Goliath had made sure that wasn't possible either, his mouth had been gagged with the help of Nanomachines as well.
He knew exactly why he had been taken, he was being held as a hostage for exchange. They'd force Optimus to give them the Matrix or they'd kill him... And he knew if he didn't oblidge, there was no question they would indeed murder him. He felt Goliath drive along, taking him to someplace only the Decepticon knew, looking among the drones staring and blocking his only exit.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked for the third time, somewhat muffled by the gag that wrapped in the inside of the mouth to the outside of the mouth edges like a cloth wrapped around it. It sounded like slurrs, but he guessed that Goliath knew what he was saying, he was just refusing to answer.
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Post by Goliath-the Evil Semi on Oct 4, 2009 19:13:31 GMT -5
Goliath was taking Chris as far away from Prime and Jazz as possible. That way the more they wanted Chris back, the more they'd be willing to hand over the shard. He'd just keep going until he heard of their movements. He wondered about just how long that might be. Then again, Goliath didn't really care about that.
He'd heard Chris question him three times, but he didn't really feel obliged to explain. Chris had known most of his initial plan anyway so what did it matter? "Trying to kill the awkward silence, aren't you? You seemed to know what was going on earlier, think about it. Should help you kill some time."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 4, 2009 19:19:20 GMT -5
Chris looked up, his eyes were red and puffy from all the crying he had done during and after his capture. He was terrified beyond anything words could describe. He shook his head slowly, then looked down. "Why me? You could have had anyone, so why me?" He growled "My Dad will never give you the shard!"
Of course that was wishful thinking, of course Optimus would give them the shard. For most hostages? He might try and get them back by a raid of some sort. But for his son? He would do just about anything to ensure he was returned safely. "He'll never let you Decepticreeps have it." He added.
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Post by Goliath-the Evil Semi on Oct 4, 2009 19:28:47 GMT -5
Something cold and dark wrapped around the lower half of Chris's kneck, a bit above the collar bone. "There's a 50/50 chance I doubt they'll care about ONE hostage anyway. If you value your life you might want to keep it down while I get some sleep." Goliath started to think that maybe he should find more hostages... It all seemed like a fairly easy task anyway, now that most of his Drones were completely repaired. then again, this noisy teen was Prime's son, so who knew for certain.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 4, 2009 19:36:30 GMT -5
Chris groaned as he felt the noose of nanomachines around his neck. He knew why he was putting it around him, he wanted to hold him down so he'd sleep once he got there. What he said, he wasn't sure if it was true, but he knew one reason he was the only one in there. He wasn't the son of one Autobot, he was the son of two. Two of the highest powered Autobots on Earth. He would fetch a high ransom.
"But, let me guess... Since I'm the son of two of two big-named Autobots, you're hoping I'll fetch a higher ransom then just any techno?" He said, almost observing and thinking out loud "That'll only work if I'm alive, you know that, right?" He asked, almost as if making it clear he'd get nothing besides Optimus ripping him in half if he tried to kill him again.
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Post by Goliath-the Evil Semi on Oct 4, 2009 19:44:38 GMT -5
"I don't plan on killing you yet anyway." Goliath replied patiently. "They should know what I really want. I hate humans, I won't gain much out of just killing you for show. Consider that lucky." The lights of the ten drones before him flickered an iridescent red. The flickering bounced off the dark but reflective walls at random angles, which managed to allow the light to bounce around a bit-so at least it wasn't pitch black yet.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 5, 2009 0:15:38 GMT -5
Chris fidgeted slightly, not liking his accomodations. He was hungry, but more importantly he had to really use the restroom. This could provide ample time to put a plan into action as well. If he couldn't escape, he could leave things for the Autobots to follow to wherever he was being taken. "Uh... Goliath, right? I have to.. Lubricate." He said simply, looking up again "And unless you want me to do it in here, you'd be smart to stop."
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Post by Goliath-the Evil Semi on Oct 5, 2009 0:26:25 GMT -5
Chris would feel the heavy duty semi roll to a stop. "Fine, but I've got all electronic devices tracked. My drones will be keeping track of your target." he replied promptly. Slowly the edge of the large trailer glowed a bright red and the door slowly came down. All the bikes in front of him would be a bit hard to get around, but it could be done.
The nanomachine ropes let go of Chris from the top down. One of the bikes towards the back end rolled out once the trailer was down, ready to catch Chris if he tried to make a run for it.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 5, 2009 0:36:08 GMT -5
Chris nodded calmly, getting up as the nanomachines let go. "You know, you could just leave the nanomachines off. It's not like I'd go anywhere." He added, where was he going to go even if he escaped? He had no clue where they were when he stepped out, they were in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of trees.
He sighed, going behind one but within view of the drone watching him, he slipped something from his pocket before starting his business. Because he did indeed have to go. It was an Autobot emblem, that with luck, no one would notice, he sighed, dropping it calmly. An Autobot may pick it up and take it as a sign they had been there, he prayed.
For the Emblem was of Chris's own creation, without electronics, worked as a compass of sorts. It detected the movement of anything in front of it. If an Autobot picked it up and were to see it, they'd know where they had headed, and hopefully, they'd find him before it was too late. So that he could be recovered possibly even before an exchange was made. It was worth a try.
He stopped and zipped his pants up calmly, making his way back towards to Goliath. He stepped up the ramp, very casually, making his way around the drones, and near his corner. Not exacly in the corner, but near it enough that if he didn't let him free for a while, he'd be able to pull him back into the bound postiion. He sighed, sitting there, he knew he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Ok you can get moving now. I'm done." He commented, looking among the bikes. He couldn't believe this, he felt like cargo, and not in a good way either.
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Post by Goliath-the Evil Semi on Oct 5, 2009 1:08:33 GMT -5
Goliath didn't have much to say, the drone came back and stopped in its spot near the edge of the carrier, its red light dimming. It had apparently not picked up any suspicious behavior. The carrier door rose up and close with a smooth whir. The edges glowed red again and completely sealed shut, the nanomachines scurried about the parameters.
The sound of a heavy duty engine rumbled to life again and the trailer lurged and shuttered slightly as they moved forward. The drone up near the front turned on its light, obviously helping keep watch on Chris. The others were too, but their single headlights weren't activated, they appeared to be lifeless at this point.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 5, 2009 1:16:38 GMT -5
Chris sighed, happy to be free at least for the moment. He was hungry, but he wouldn't complain. He was sure once he reached the 'cons base of operations he'd be fed, probably a stale piece of bread, but it'd at least be something. For a while, he sat there in silence, looking around the almost completely dark trailer.
"Is this gonna be a real exchange, or am I going to die after they give you the shard?" Chris asked, knowing it could go either way. Once they got what they wanted, Chris was of pretty much no use to them. "You said you don't plan on killing me yet. Am I wrong to think that means once you get what you want you're going to dispose of me?" He asked.
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Post by Goliath-the Evil Semi on Oct 5, 2009 1:41:10 GMT -5
Technically, Goliath wanted to kill all humans and techno organics...but it depended on the situation. In regards to this one, he wasn't entirely sure. "Do you want to die faster?" he inquired. The truck accelerated, transitioning to the next weigh station. "At this point it MIGHT depend on the highest bidder(s). That is all."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 5, 2009 1:47:47 GMT -5
Chris nodded calmly, he fidgeted where he was seated, gripping onto the side of a bike as they went over a bump. He thought for a moment, then checked his phone calmly. He knew it wouldn't work, and even if it did, he'd be digging his own grave. Just as he thought, the phone was dead, he groaned, and put it back in his pocket.
"Look, I don't want to die at all. I'm just bored... Though I know that being a hostage isn't supposed to be fun." Chris replied, crossing his arms slightly "I just figure it's better then sitting here with drones for company. You want me to shut up, give me a way to occupy my time." He replied. Last time, he had given him something to think on. This time, he was sure it was going to be a threat, or something else to think about. Most likely the former.
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Post by Goliath-the Evil Semi on Oct 5, 2009 2:42:59 GMT -5
Goliath mentally grumbled to himself. If this kid kept doing this all the way to the next weigh station he was seriously going to mute him. Goliath wanted to sleep soon anyway. "If you keep up the noise, I'm muting you early. I will not hesitate to do far worse if you don't learn from that. I suggest you stay silent if you want to remain 'fairly' comfortable for a while."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 5, 2009 2:48:07 GMT -5
Chris listened to him silently then thought for a moment. Taking out a portable gaming system, he sighed a bit. He was lucky he brought it that night in case he got bored, it was the one source of entertainment he had. "I'm turning on a video game, if you want the drones watching me play it go ahead. But I can't communicate with this thing." This was a lie, he most certainly could, but he wasn't stupid enough to try "Would that be ok?" He questioned. Though he expected Goliath may destroy it knowing it could double as a communication device.
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