Secondhand Headhunting

[in_the_cracks]

When the PIN flash fades, all is pitch black in the room where Evil!Telrim and her new guest have arrived. Unfazed and laughing with pleasure at her success, the Controller stands, and moves across the room confidently, shoes ringing on the cold metal deck-plates. She finds the light controls with ease born of habit, and the lights flicker on to

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[darkladyb]

Kyle Crusher's only reply, it seems, is to bleed on the floor from the cut on the back of his scalp. It's not the first bloodstain he's picked up from somewhere.

[in_the_cracks]

The Controller notices the blood with a slightly disdainful sniff, and then strolls into the ranks of crates. She remembers exactly where she's stored an emergency kit or two, and shortly she's back with a handheld device that hums and glows and does a very neat job of sealing up that cut, once she's rolled the human over.

That done, Telrim rolls him back and regards him from her haunches. Her mouth twists as she realises that she can't simply infest him. It would be so easy, and so much simpler to crawl into his skull and wrap around that human brain. She'd know everything she wanted to in moments, and then when he woke she'd be in such a negotiating position...

But that's no longer an option, she knows, feeling the human inside her skull watching, patient and determined to take any opening. She will certainly not take an unconscious host and leave this Natasha with PINpoints and Dracon beam.

So there's nothing to do but pull a chair away from the table over there, and settle down to wait.

[darkladyb]

It doesn't take long. Kyle Crusher may be an organic being now, but he's never been weak.

So it's just some minutes later that he's laying there, outwardly unchanged but inwardly listening for any hint of where he is.

[in_the_cracks]

One might expect the Yeerk to be patient. But as short a time as it is, it's long enough for evil!Telrim to spot a couple of folders on the table that she vaguely remembers.

So to the distant hum of the running freezers and the lower, subtler thrum of the deck below and around and above them is added a nasty chuckle and tearing paper as she gleefully edits her predecessor's handiwork.

[darkladyb]

Crusher's not as patient as he could be, either. Which is why he opens his eyes to scowl as he realizes that he can't tell anything about his surroundings. Other than that Frenzy seems to be in them.

[in_the_cracks]

Telrim cheerfully crumples up the discarded sheets and lobs them into a wastepaper basket. She won't be needing those any more.

Then she casts a look to her right, at the human, and smiles. "Well, well." She pushes against the table, turning the chair to face him. "Not concussed beyond all hope after all."

[darkladyb]

Okay, maybe he was wrong. Unless Frenzy wound up a human dame. If that is the case he's gonna laugh himself sick. Till he knows it for sure though he's just going to sit here and glower at the brunette.

He's good at glowering.

[in_the_cracks]

"I suppose you'll want to know how you got here," she says, utterly relaxed in the face of his glower. It only confirms he has the kind of temperament she wants for her plans. "The good news, for you, is that your 'friends' from back home no longer have any idea where you are."

She smirks. "They're very bad at guarding their catches. Or I'm that good a thief. Either way, you have a head start on them for at least a little while longer."

[darkladyb]

He snarls at mention of Blackout and Brawl, but gives no other reply than that sullen glower. People who think they're in power always talk. He's more about action.

[in_the_cracks]

She nods as if that snarl was an answer itself. "I've done you a favour. Two, perhaps."

Though she has yet to make it three and let him loose, of course.

[darkladyb]

The anger and hate in his gaze only sharpen when she speaks of favors, and his nose wrinkles into another snarl. His voice is a sullen growl when he speaks at last.

"Wanna know where you can stick your 'favors', squishy scum?"

[in_the_cracks]

She actually looks annoyed at that. Her eyes narrow, and then slightly affected boredom takes over. "You really have no idea who you're dealing with," she remarks, considering him with an expression that would look about right on a shark. "Let's skip the insults, Cybertronian. You're on my ship, unarmed and bound, and all I want to do is offer you a job."

She shrugs and sits back. "Not even a very long job, at that."

[darkladyb]

There are very few people who can pull off a grin of pure malicious glee while still glowering hate, but Crusher does that now as the muscles in his arms tense and bulge. There's a sudden, sharp movement and a snap as the zip strip breaks, and then his bloodied hands are in front of him and he's moving to get the strip on his ankles. The fact that he's just cut his wrists to slag hinders him in this endeavour not at all.

[in_the_cracks]

The ever-paranoid Yeerk is far from unprepared. The original Telrim has plenty of experience with guarding prisoners, and her instincts are with this half now.

This version's also much more triggerhappy.

She has her Dracon beam in hand at the first snap of bonds - it takes no more than a second to take aim and fire, twice. The weapon's set a level higher than normal for a short-duration stun. She thinks it's appropriate.