~*~friendly reminder~*~ (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿) - FFA Post # 317

[sunnymodffa]

There's a new critter who's just moved into the compound. Please ignore him if he attempts to bum a cigarette from you. He's trying to quit, and the second-hand smoke aggravates Ginger's asthma something fierce. Please don't enable his bad habits!*

*He knows where the smoking section is. He's just not willing to pass the Kraken to get to it.

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Re: WIP thread - Brainwashing

[anonymous]

I think the logic behind this one went something like: watch Winter Soldier -> walk out of theater with deep need to write brutal brainwashing fic -> don't want to write for Winter Soldier -> do I have a tiny fandom in need of fic where brainwashing would fit? - yes -> oops started yet another fic.

[If only I could get assigned to write this fandom in exchanges I would be SET FOR LIFE.]
The first time they pulled the human out of the conditioning unit, unarmed, armorless, and naked, he crushed a guard's head into slime and shards of chitin with one hand. Four troopers had to wrestle him back into the unit's restraints and he screamed the entire time: nothing of interest, not even curses, just a wordless roar that ended only when the unit's door whirred shut. That was the point it ended for the Pfhor, anyway. Tycho's sensors within and without the unit could still pick up alternating shrieks and hoarse, ragged breathing until the machinery reactivated and gagged him while the program ran again.

One trooper hauled the guard's body away for wasp fodder, and two conditioned slaves from some race Tycho hadn't been given a name for yet cleaned the hallway.

Tycho kept feeding him the program for a full Pfhor solar cycle, approximately 28.7 Earth hours. This time when the door to the conditioning unit opened, five troopers had their guns trained on it from a meter away. The human stumbled out, his skin glistening darkly with sweat in the dim light, but at least he was silent and made no move towards either the troopers or the captain standing behind them.

"Are you feeling more cooperative now?" Tycho said - terminals were not made available to newly conditioned slaves, but there were speakers everywhere on the ship for announcements. Clumsy things, like a great deal of Pfhor technology, but still useful.

The human looked around at the troopers, his hands half-curled into loose fists and his eyelids barely flickering; Cr'etz'ih's sensors picked up a slightly different visual spectrum than the ones on the Marathon, and Tycho could see a greater concentration of heat radiating from the man's face and ears.

"Good. I don't have time to waste, so let me bring you up to speed. I am -"

"Fuck. You. Tycho." The man stared up at the ceiling and bared his teeth. "You shit son of a bitch."

"Attentive Captain R'chzne, he insults us," Tycho said in Pfhoric. "I request that you hit him. Across the face."

Re: WIP thread - Brainwashing

[anonymous]

SOB. Why such a terrible person, Tycho? I love his POV here; he's got the perfect amount of creepy detachment, especially in that "nothing of interest" comment. It makes for a great contrast to Durandal, who does care somewhat (even if he won't admit it - we're onto you, Durandal). Also, it's nice to get a little (terrifying!) bit of insight into Pfhor military culture. Just... so, so, so many brainwashed cyborg feelings.

Re: WIP thread - Brainwashing

[anonymous]

TYCHO IS SO TERRIBLE. Sometimes I think, "man, maybe I should give him a break, he's been through some stuff too," and then I read him saying things like "Should I make Durandal open doors again for a living?" and I'm instantly filled with rage. Tycho is the worst. :(

I ALSO HAVE MANY BRAINWASHED CYBORG FEELINGS. Oh nooooooo oh yessssssssss. (I'm currently procrastinating on finishing this by working on something else, but I might slip another section into the next post's WIP thread...)