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Post by Rocket Raccoon on Feb 19, 2015 16:39:17 GMT -5
Location: Secret Hydra Base
His breathing was light while he curled up into as tight a ball as he could, an almost automatic response to the cold hardness of the metal floor. Had he fallen asleep on the Milano's floor or something? And why was his head pounding, was this another hang-over? His ears twitched a little even with the ringing in them and the fact the surrounding sounds were coming across like he was underwater or something.
"Keep the noise down, guys" the raccoon mumbled.
After a few moments he stretched, his eyes half-opening like he was squinting as everything, shapes and colors included, blurred around him yet it didn't click as he looked around the tiny cell he was in. The smells hit next, a mix of chemicals coming through the air-vents as the fog slowly and surely lifted from his mind, the memories of last night flooding back.
His eyes narrowed as his instincts were screaming at him, that someone was following him and he scanned the surrounding roof-tops. Right now, he wanted to see if whoever was out there proved to be friend or foe before deciding on what his next move would be. There, a flicker of movement as some humans appeared on the same roof-top as him and his eyes narrowed. Guess he now had his answer on who had been following him, right? But what did they want with him?
It was like he was being driven somewhere, herded like an animal as two more men stepped out of the shadows in front of him. Dashing between the guys in front of him, he felt himself back by the scruff of his neck and his tail to be roughly shaken. Kicking to free himself, he was tossed backwards and hit the roof-top with a faint crunch as his head met the concrete surface, everything going black...
Within the space of half a hour, Rocket found himself pacing to and fro with his arms folded behind his back almost like a restless animal, the scents bringing long-buried memories bubbling to the surface. His hands moved to the metal collar around his neck and his ears twitched stiffly as he started to panic, he had to get out of here. He reached back to find nothing, he must have dropped his gun.
Movement from the other side of the door made him look up and his lips curled back, showing his teeth at the sight of the two silent guards who had just entered, their expressions calm and cold. One of them stepped forward with a metal pole, a loop of wire at one end then touched the wall next to the door, deactivating the force-field and clipped it to the collar. The next thing he knew, electricity crackled down the pole and around his small form - enough to stun him.
Before he was given the chance to clear his head, he was pulled through the corridors and into a laboratory then picked up to be forced face-down against a table, metal manacles being fastened around his wrists and ankles before the pole was removed. With the smaller creature correctly and securely restrained, the scientists moved away to talk among themselves as if planning what to do next.
"Lemme go or I swear I'm going to kill you all..."
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"Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian....Or I was."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Feb 21, 2015 19:22:46 GMT -5
Whoever said being a spy was glamorous work spent too much time watching Bond movies, with the suave and debonair spy shmoozing with beautiful people drinking cocktails and martinis in some stunningly luxurious party all within the backdrop of some exotic locale. No, this night had Natasha stuffed in the confines of a building in Hells Kitchen laying low in a ventilation shaft moving through the confined space of a place she recently learned was a secret HYDRA installation. Holed up in the heard of Hells Kitchen, in some ways it made sense. Few would ever nose around here, no one was dumb enough or tough enough to survive a head to head confrontation. After all cut off one head they just grow a few more or that's how their mantra went. Still, it was HYDRA that tried to have her and Steve killed the day before she showed up here and it was HYDRA that the mysterious soldier she crossed paths with worked for. They were the ones that tampered with his mind or well she learned that much before he disappeared. Inconveniently so as he held a key to the mystery of her past; something she wanted answers to and only he could give. Which brings Natasha here now, infiltrating a HYDRA instillation that she believes houses the Winder Soldier. But time will tell. It very well could be that this was a wild goose chase. God knows she's been running through a few of those now.
Natasha took a few shallow breaths, the air was stale and dry inside the ventilation shaft she was moving across careful not to make any movements that would elicit noise that would reverberate down the shaft. So it was she was extremely silent and careful as she moved through the various areas of the facility wading deeper into the hornet's nest. The confined space was just barely larger than a locker full sized locker in terms of width so it was rather convenient that she had a lithe frame so that she could fit through with little issues.
It was a good thing she wasn't claustrophobic or she would have been a basket case by now. Maneuvering herself to retrieve her SHIELD issue Operational Uplink she pressed a button to illuminate her screen. Nothing coming up on her scanner so this room was a dud. And then she heard it, reverberating through the metal walls of the vent system and travelling to her direction; voices.
"Lemme go or I swear I'm going to kill you all..." a voice growled faint, from a distance and then she heard a commotion and so it was Natasha moved quietly to follow the trail of noise and see what exactly was going on.
NOTES: Left it open for you to continue the torture of your chara if you choose, as Tasha tries to make it to the source of the voices she's hearing. 
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Post by Rocket Raccoon on Mar 4, 2015 19:32:43 GMT -5
Movement made him look up and his lips curled back, showing his teeth at the sight of the silent scientists staring at him, their expressions calm and cold. A figure then bent over him with a scalpel in one hand as he thrashed and snapped at him with an animal-like desperation. A mild stab of pain erupted along his upper back and he tensed as he felt the tickle of blood running down his back and side, The raccoon lightly gripped his tongue in between his teeth as if telling himself not to make a sound. He wasn't going to give in, not to these guys. However as the blade continued to cut down his exposed back, the pain registered and Rocket finally gave a brief yelp of pain - the sound breaking off as quickly as it had started and he panted. The cry had shifted to a chittering chirp, made out of pure instinct. His ears flicked back a little bit as his earliest memories of Halfworld, of the constant experiments and pain resurfaced. His fur soaked in blood while he had curled up on himself, whimpering and over time, wanted it all to stop as his intelligence levels had started to kick in. As the blood continued to trickle down his back and the faint coppery smell drifted over to him, he could feel his heart starting to beat a little faster and pursued his lips together - to keep his breathing from coming out in short fast gasps. A feeling of dread started to kick in as he felt his mouth and throat had become dry then he silently swallowed his saliva to keep them moist. "So that's how the things work. Connect the wires to the implants in its back and begin the download procedure" The blade was withdrawn and Rocket glanced back at the humans as best he could, a sick feeling crept into the pit of his stomach at their words. With his jumpsuit having cut down the middle and pulled to both sides a few moments ago, his confident body language seemed to have been dropped as the raccoon let his shoulders slump and hunched forward a little. (( OoC: The plug being used - i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/955853140/New-USB-2-0-A-Type-Male-to-5-5mm-font-b-DC-b-font-Power.jpg )) |
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"Regimes fall every day, I tend not to weep over that. I'm Russian....Or I was."
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Mar 25, 2015 22:26:18 GMT -5
As Natasha got closer the voices and sounds became louder and more distinct as the voices and sounds reverberated off the walls of the ventilation shaft making it easier for her to follow. A brief yelp of pain - sharp in pitch- the sound breaking off just as quickly as it had started but it was enough of a sound to make Natasha pick up her pace and crawl towards the sounds of half cries and chittering chirps which was a curious thing to hear for at first it sounded like a man's voice crying out in pain but now the chittering chirp sounded or seemed less human. Her answers would soon come though as Natasha approached the grating of the ventilation shaft and peered down below.
There she saw men working on a specimen the animal's ears flicked back a little bit as they worked on his form. His fur was soaked in blood while he had curled up on himself, whimpering and a strangeness in the sound it seemed human at times. It was silent and barbaric and yet would she really risk exposure and getting caught all to save an animal? Hardly likely as sad as it was Natasha was a person that weighed the odds, the risks vs reward and there did not seem to be a great enough reason to risk getting caught. Still though, this was a HYDRA facility and well she didn't much like to leave HYDRA facilities standing.
It was in humane though, barbaric in the way they butchered that poor animal's flesh and all for what? Natasha wondered. What could they be possibly be doing with an over-sized raccoon?
"So that's how the things work. Connect the wires to the implants in its back and begin the download procedure"
~Download procedure?~ Natasha didn't like the sounds of that and it was then she realized the contraptions they had, the terminal the man started to wheel in and connect. It was like a smaller more portable version of something Red Room once had. Her jaw clenched and with a silent motion, moved to stealthily unscrew the screws of the grating and before it fell Natasha caught it silently and then quietly pulled the grating in as she made her ghost like approach making absolutely no sound to alert her presence.
The little creature slumped and hunched forward when connected as if resigning to the fact complacently that he was about to be programmed. Only why would HYDRA want to start tampering and program animal minds? Were they looking to take over the world with a bunch of dumpster divers? She wanted to learn the end game but at the same time something inside her told her to stop this experiment and so stop it she did as she threw a small emp disc at the computer terminal causing the power there to go out before she threw in her flash bangs to shock and surprise the others and within the confusion of smoke and loud flash and flare Natasha moved in, knocking down the two men in her way in order to get the downed racoon in an effort to try to scoop up its weak looking frame and get it out of there all the while within the back drop of HYDRA men.
Fantastic.
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Post by Rocket Raccoon on Apr 1, 2015 9:20:43 GMT -5
Rocket's confident body language had been dropped because the implants on his back were now in his captors' line of sight. He knew the Halfworld researchers had never told him why they had turned him into a freak but he had his suspicions as he had heard stories that their cybernetic research had moved forward in leaps and bounds since his escape from their science complex on Halfworld. He felt the usb plug sliding into the implant on his back and turned to stare at the terminal, so cutting him open had been to study him. Most of the men in the room had stepped back out of range for a few seconds now though as if to avoid his teeth.
20%....50%...70%...90%
The raccoon tensed as he felt something, a tickle slowly spreading its way through his cybernetic systems. Frick, it must be some kind of modified virus but what was it meant to do? His eyes widened then closed as the room erupted into smoke and noise, his ears twitched at the sound of fighting and his tail flicked back and forth wildly. Tugging at the manacles keeping him spread-eagled against the table face-down, his struggles died down and his eyes slid open. He glanced at the red-headed woman as she moved to try freeing and rescuing him but his gaze seemed empty, almost robotic. His movements mirrored his gaze as he snapped at her fingers like someone seriously distracted or just going through the motions.
Whatever had been downloaded into him was now spreading faster and faster like an octopus spreading its tentacles in all directions as a mantra kept running constantly through his mind over and over again. They needed him, what he could do and he seemed to relax, a single whispered comment slipping out "Hail Hydra"
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