Someone gets unlucky
This is... the second to last story I plan to write for Sanjuno. I think the next will be Tabula thinking over her life... *shrug*
It had happened, as they had know it would. Whores in Kaon took pimps for a reason, and Tabula, working alone, was nearly irresistible. They just hoped she had remembered to activate the program they had given her. If the rumors were to say that she had unseen protectors, they had to be able to actually take their revenge.
The femme who had forced herself on Tabula was slowing, almost fighting her own body to move, and Spyglass cracked the first smile any of them had since the attack. Their virus had been uploaded, so they could be done with this soon and then make sure Tabula was well. Viewfinder rather hoped she changed to a different occupation, one that they could help with, but his trine-mates doubted Tabula would do that. She wanted them to have a younglinghood... Spyglass thought that was sweet, but misguided.
Reflector didn't even have to look at each other to know what they planned to do. Spectro made the duplicate-drone, an ability that seemed to have expressed as a side effect of what they had been through. If any of the scientists had known about it, they would never have escaped. The drone looked and moved like Spectro and Spyglass, but it couldn't talk and had no thoughts. They could lose it with impunity.
The femme was pretty, really, if one liked large, green, and black. She also wasn't stupid, stumbling into an allyway when it became clear she couldn't reach any place that was more safe. Reflector had to admit she had chosen a good hiding place. It was out of the way, fairly defended... a good place to sit and wait for their program to decay, and it would. The program itself wasn't lethal, and normal defenses would be able to break it down and reverse it, given time. They weren't going to give her that time, though.
The drone went in first, silently walking up to the femme and touching her in ways that Reflector would normally never do. She jerked a little, twitches, but didn't fight back. That was what they needed to see, and if the femme couldn't even protest her own molestation, Reflector knew they were safe to go down and proceed to the next step.
By the time each component had scrambled to the ground and met up in the alley, the femme had been disabled to such an extent that she couldn't even twitch. The drone, having been given no other instructions, was still molesting her, right up until Spectro touched its shoulder and returned it to the rusted metal it had always been. For a moment, he thought he had seen something like gratitude flicker in her optics... Spectro didn't care.
Spyglass had the knives, sharp energon blades they had stolen. He handed them out, and even gentle Viewfinder was quick to accept one. This femme had taken what was not hers, hurt their caretaker... She had not done much damage, not physically, and Reflector was sure enough about their firewalls to know that Tabula's processor was safe, and so they would be merciful. They would make this relatively quick and easy... With matching snarls, they moved in, slicing and stabbing until the femme was nothing more than pieces, scrap and spilt energon. Satisfied, they cleaned up, putting the rags way to dispose of later, and then went home. They had an adult to comfort.
Reflector is... seriously creepy sometimes...
It had happened, as they had know it would. Whores in Kaon took pimps for a reason, and Tabula, working alone, was nearly irresistible. They just hoped she had remembered to activate the program they had given her. If the rumors were to say that she had unseen protectors, they had to be able to actually take their revenge.
The femme who had forced herself on Tabula was slowing, almost fighting her own body to move, and Spyglass cracked the first smile any of them had since the attack. Their virus had been uploaded, so they could be done with this soon and then make sure Tabula was well. Viewfinder rather hoped she changed to a different occupation, one that they could help with, but his trine-mates doubted Tabula would do that. She wanted them to have a younglinghood... Spyglass thought that was sweet, but misguided.
Reflector didn't even have to look at each other to know what they planned to do. Spectro made the duplicate-drone, an ability that seemed to have expressed as a side effect of what they had been through. If any of the scientists had known about it, they would never have escaped. The drone looked and moved like Spectro and Spyglass, but it couldn't talk and had no thoughts. They could lose it with impunity.
The femme was pretty, really, if one liked large, green, and black. She also wasn't stupid, stumbling into an allyway when it became clear she couldn't reach any place that was more safe. Reflector had to admit she had chosen a good hiding place. It was out of the way, fairly defended... a good place to sit and wait for their program to decay, and it would. The program itself wasn't lethal, and normal defenses would be able to break it down and reverse it, given time. They weren't going to give her that time, though.
The drone went in first, silently walking up to the femme and touching her in ways that Reflector would normally never do. She jerked a little, twitches, but didn't fight back. That was what they needed to see, and if the femme couldn't even protest her own molestation, Reflector knew they were safe to go down and proceed to the next step.
By the time each component had scrambled to the ground and met up in the alley, the femme had been disabled to such an extent that she couldn't even twitch. The drone, having been given no other instructions, was still molesting her, right up until Spectro touched its shoulder and returned it to the rusted metal it had always been. For a moment, he thought he had seen something like gratitude flicker in her optics... Spectro didn't care.
Spyglass had the knives, sharp energon blades they had stolen. He handed them out, and even gentle Viewfinder was quick to accept one. This femme had taken what was not hers, hurt their caretaker... She had not done much damage, not physically, and Reflector was sure enough about their firewalls to know that Tabula's processor was safe, and so they would be merciful. They would make this relatively quick and easy... With matching snarls, they moved in, slicing and stabbing until the femme was nothing more than pieces, scrap and spilt energon. Satisfied, they cleaned up, putting the rags way to dispose of later, and then went home. They had an adult to comfort.
Reflector is... seriously creepy sometimes...