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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 8, 2009 1:46:11 GMT -5
KARR's answer didn't involve an answer to the question of how long this would go on. That's when it hit him, this... No they wouldn't take him for that... Not so early. "You plan to keep me as a pet, don't you? As one of Megatron's conquest trophies..." He heard of these, they saved 10 people of each conquered race, to be kept as either slaves or pets. Apparently, as small as they were the humans got to be the latter. "That's why they made the decision so early."
"Tricks? What are you talking about rolling over and playing dead and all that?" Chris asked, shaking his head, this was going too far, if he didn't know any better he'd say KARR actually thought he was a dog. "Uh..." Chris thought for a moment "To get cleaning supplies obviously... But I don't know why I'm doing this.. I thought I was a pet, not a slave."
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Post by KARR on Oct 8, 2009 2:17:44 GMT -5
"What, you enjoy being shocked?" KARR inquired. "Why are you even questioning it? You're here and could die any minute. That's all I'd be concerned about." Once at the storage unit, he got out some wax for vehicles (a type that could be used for bots), some cloths and a bucket for water. "Carry that would ya? It ain't much. Goliath's outside on the tarmac sleeping."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 8, 2009 2:21:35 GMT -5
Chris glared at KARR what a stupid question, he just wanted to know if he'd have to live the rest of his life like this. "I just want to know if I'll ever be able to go home... Or if this is is my 'home' now." He growled lowly "I have a right to know if you plan to keep me, or if I will be traded back." Grudgingly he took the supplies, which were pretty heavy but he carried easily with his superhuman strength. "Where's the Tarmac?"
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Post by KARR on Oct 8, 2009 2:33:11 GMT -5
[[oh yeah, he was being sarcastic/rhetorical with the first question XD]]
"If you really want to know, that too is pretty obvious. It's if/when you're dads come after you." KARR said with a shrug. He led them across the full, large stretch of the main flooring of the armor, and opened a large door that opened like a hangar. "This armory is near a runway. It could also be converted to a hangar if we wanted because its so close." The runway less than a quarter mile away was very quiet. A few yards ahead, Goliath's mostly white and grayish trailer stuck out like a sore thumb, the sun shining down on its fully healed nanoskin.
On their way out, KARR hooked up an outside hose and got some soap. The drones detected KARR arriving on the tarmac even as Goliath slept. The edges of the trailer door flickered red. The ramp dropped down slowly with a light thump, and the drones pulled out in reverse two by two towards them at a casual speed since it was barely more than a meter or so. They all rumbled quietly and shut themselves off, parking in a line. Their alignment with other was razor straight, barely a millimeter off.
"Spray them off with no soap, soap down, wax, and do a brief finishing wash after that." KARR ordered, handing a bucket now filled with soapy water to Chris. It was pretty much a given. "You can run back to get towels when they need to dry."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 8, 2009 7:49:00 GMT -5
"So basically if they come for me, I'll be free..." Chris commented, then added "But if not I belong to you forver?" He asked.
Chris wanted to fight back against this, but grumbled and did as he was told. The slave labor was torture, each time he did something wrong, one of the drones pointed it out, even for the faintest smudge. He sighed when he had finally dried off the last drone, he wanted to collapse, but he didn't, knowing if he did the next thing he'd get was a shock from the collar.
"Ok I'm done, now what?" He asked, totally forgetting about the tricks, which he probably would be made to do as soon as he put everything back.
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Post by KARR on Oct 8, 2009 18:40:38 GMT -5
KARR nodded slightly, inspecting each of the drones. They looked quite shiny, and he knew Goliath would be content. "You know if I knew how strong you were I'd make you move him to the entrance so he can 'be ready' for when your Dads arrive. But that would be TOO cruel. You got lucky there boy." he grabbed for Chris's chain. "Oh yeah I forgot, he wants each of their tires detailed. And his own cab. Looks like it's cleaning day for you!" KARR briefly disappeared and returned with a special spray for specifically cleaning the tires and a basic spray for the metal framing of the hubs. On the bright side, there were only two tires. On the down side, there were ten drones, and not all the water and soap removed the dirt from the hubs of the actual tires, and one doesn't wax the hubs of the tires.
Thus, there were ten motorbike tires to detail.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 8, 2009 18:57:35 GMT -5
Chris's mouth gaped, KARR really was just being cruel now. He sighed, doing what he was told to do slowly, it took him a lot longer to complete the new task. By the time he was done, Chris was drenched with sweat and his clothing was covered in dirt and motor oil.
He slowly stood up weakily, hoping that was the end of it he looked up at KARR, wondering why he didn't bother to even help with any of this. "Are we done yet? Or do I have to wash something else too?" He asked a little bit grudgingly.
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Post by KARR on Oct 8, 2009 19:44:49 GMT -5
"I gotta think of aaaall kinds of stuff for you to do. Why not clean goliaths trailer and his tires...and then clean my own form? Nanomachines can't do everything all the time you know. My interior could use some protective sealant. It doesn't need it any more, but it just makes it all look better. Yeah maybe ill do that...do all that then maybe ill get you something to eat." KARR said with a shrug. "Productivity is good, it's better than sitting in the cell or running on a wheel riiiiight? Oh, it could be even WORSE than that. I could make you a REAL pet, and give you attention like a cat...but I don't like that most of the time so I won't even go there unless I'm bored out of my mind..." now he was just rambling out loud.
He disappeared to go get more soapy water for the bucket, and turned on the hose again. "If You keep complaining ill have that collar shock you more. Consider yourself lucky that I haven't done it already."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 8, 2009 20:13:13 GMT -5
"You already are making me a pet, stop acting like your not." Chris replied, looking up at him, then said "I know there are no plans to give me back the second the collar went on me. Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot." He then added "I know you're gonna treat me like a pet, so why not just quit the act."
"And for the record, clean your own fragging insides. Being your pet, I won't like but I'll deal with. But I will not be your fragging slave!" Chris growled, refusing to continue to be treated like one, he wouldn't let KARR treat him like that "Go ahead, treat me like a pet, I don't give a rat's aft, but I refuse to do any more slave-labor for you!" With this he then added "Go ahead shock me I dont give a damn!"
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Post by KARR on Oct 9, 2009 1:10:13 GMT -5
"I can't believe I have to slagging put up with this. Pet's that talk are a pain in the ass." KARR snarled, yanking roughly on the chains. "The last thing I want to do is pet you right now, I'd much rather choke you until you suffocate or torture you in other ways. I'm not programmed to be 'affectionate', especially to filthy huuuumans." he dragged out the last word in a distasteful hiss. "I don't even really care about what Megatron wants to do with you all. A good goal maybe, but risky and seemingly impossible. Then again that's what makes us who we are." KARR's holoform seethed for a while, clearly frustrated and ready to kill.
This whole idea, quite frankly, reminded him of the Nazi's. "History repeats itself." he muttered."They should have asked me to do this when I was reprogrammed to be good for a few years. Convince me enough and I could have considered being affectionate. But I tell you now, begging will not get you very far and NEITHER of us want it. What do they want me to do? Play fetch and teach you stunts day in and day out? Boring..." he rolled his eyes. "Why the hell would I want to snuggle and pet you? BLEH!"
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 9, 2009 1:31:32 GMT -5
Chris's eyes filled with fear the moment KARR began screaming at him. Was this what his life was going to be like day in and day out for him now? He hadn't asked for that, he had just asked to not be treated like a slave. "I never asked you to pet me, and I would never play fetch with you. If you ask me, that would make my situation even more of a living hell then it's already becoming." He then added "I just don't want to spend my life cleaning things up... But if that means I get to keep the clothing on my back, and am not treated like your dog, I'll live with it."
He then looked at his clothing, which he realized were torn, stained, and just overall a mess. He sighed for a moment, should he ask? He shook his head for a moment, but decided to just go ahead and do so. "But I could use with a change of clothing..." He shook his head a bit "I suppose you have some sort of clothing I could wear?" He really prayed it wasn't some sort of 'pet clothing' all the clothes wearing pets got.
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Post by KARR on Oct 9, 2009 1:56:22 GMT -5
"You're forgetting the shock collar." KARR said, waggling an index finger at Chris briefly."A change of clothes, huh? Well, I'm sure we can find something in here." He dragged Chris to a smaller unit on the left end of the armory, and began to dig through a bunch of supplies, mostly old documents and cleaning equipment. There were a few bars to hang clothes on, and several dirty old clothes were a strewn about in no particular order. Towels, brown and black t-shirts, camouflage uniforms and pea-green flight suits were hung up there. There were one or two of each, some huge, some really small.
KARR pulled out one item for the upper body that was a size or so larger than Chris. It was so ragged one of the arms was missing. He then found a pair of very large camouflage pants. the lower half was stained with old mud and who knew what else, torn up and full of holes. The top had several tears and didn't smell all that nice, of old sweat.
"Hmmm i really don't think these will do much better for ya."KARR observed in a very bored tone, tossing them from behind himself to Chris.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 9, 2009 2:09:38 GMT -5
Chris looked at the clothing, it was so disgusting it wasn't even funny. But then again, he had to remember he had almost no rights here on the base, this was the best he was going to get more then likely. He sighed, had he not been on the chain the process would have been alot easier. He had to litteraly rip off his shirt due to the collar and leash, and pulling on the t-shirt was a pain. However, he finallly pulled on the jacket, which was easier, if not uncomfortable. Last he took off his jeans and put on the pants.
He looked at his old clothes and tosed them aside, shifitng in the clothes, it was truly very uncomfortable, but he didn't complain. At least KARR had provided him any clothing at all. "So, now what do you wnat me to do?" He asked looking up at him, it was then he remembered the 'tricks' he mentioned "You weren't serious about those tricks you were gonna teach me next, were you?" He questioned.
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Post by KARR on Oct 9, 2009 2:44:42 GMT -5
"Well yea, the way I see it, you have three options: do tricks, be a slave, or stay locked up in the cell. The 'fun stuff' is mainly just used to kill time, in my opinion. Maybe I'll make an obstacle course in here to ease my boredom. I could probably make a giant wheel for you too!"KARR snicked at the thought of watching the teen run around in a giant wheel, barely out of reach of the afternoon's meal.
"Yeah, I think I'll take you to the abandoned obstacle course first to see what you can do...Oh this is going to be so much fun." he said, thoroughly sarcastic on the ending note. It didn't matter how easy it'd be for Chris, this was going to be a painfully long stay at the base for both of them. KARR was still frustrated and seemed less content by the second.
"This way, my sorry excuse for a PET, I'll reward you with a break and drive you to the course." KARR yanked on the chains and marched forward, further expressing his irritation. He led them back to his true form.
"I can't think of anything else but to make you even stronger, i think Megatron would want that if he intends to use a certain group of humans to purify the human race over all. If you ask me, the ace generation should be strong and be able to perform lots of stunts. It may sound like bootcamp but it's better than cleaning is it not?" KARR said as he carelessly crossed the main runway to an open spot on the other side. It was fairly semi wooded on and off for quite a few miles. The obstacle course was hidden in it, and fairly expansive. This had been a base for the Marines, and the Marines liked their confidence courses."Do good, and I'll give you lunch when we're finished."
[[wasn't sure what else to do, we can just make up the course and call it good XD]]
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 9, 2009 18:17:53 GMT -5
Chris looked up at KARR with a glare, so basically if he didn't do tricks and slave labor, he wouldn't be given anything. No 'Pet Bed' to sleep on, which he knew was coming, the Deceticons probably had already set one up in KARR's room for him. He'd be in the cage and be let out when KARR took him out to do those things.
"So basically, unless I give in and just accept that I'm now your pet, my situation will only get worse..." He said while he was inside KARR, his head hung for a moment. He knew his Dad's would show up eventually... So he may as well just do what they wanted and be a pet for a while. "Fine, you win... I'll live with this new lifestyle. I won't fight anymore..." The words were quiet, and he felt some tears fall down as he said this.
When he heard 'purifying the human race' his mouth gaped slightly, was that what the entire point of a pet was? To be bred and domesticated for use to reproduce offspring and replace the current human race? "Are you trying to tell me that the only reason you're going to keep me alive is to reproduce and repopulate the planet?" He shook his head "So you guys are just gonna take some humans as pets for that purpose and do away with everyone else?"
As they stopped, he got out of KARR's form, still held back by the chain, he leaned only against KARR's car form. "So what kind of tricks are you talking about?" He then added "After I'm done with this and eat, can I go to bed? It's already five in the afternoon KARR." He was so beat that he didn't care if that was early to go to sleep. "I'm sure you've got some sort of 'pet bed' for me to sleep on, am I right?"
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