Primer and Crankshaft

<TenMihara|GM>  As you come to, you notice that you are not where you went to sleep. As well, you can feel something around your wrists and ankles. You are splayed out on a rigid platform and restrained. You seem to be in some kind of medical facility; almost like a shadow of the Tenpony facility. The walls are rusty metal and the whole place smells of disinfectant and a bit of dankness
* Primer looks around. "Whuh...?" She attempts to move, but only squirms for a bit as she is restrained. "Hello? Is somepony there?"
<TenMihara|GM>  "Ah, good. You're awake. Had to wait for subject to regain consciousness. HAve questions that need answering before beginning proper experimentation and analysis. With Stable technology, could possibly improve on existing designs."
* Primer stops her squirming and realises how incredibly fucked she is. "Oh... bollocks." Yes, fucked... possibly the act of passing tenpony tower through a donougt would be an apt metaphor... "Well, if you have any questions would you kindly talk Equestrian?"
<TenMihara|GM>  The ghoul in the lab coat steps into view. "Greetings again. Have to test to make sure I hadn't done permanent damage to your pacemaker. Previous surgeon did a good job; redundancy; you were perfectly fine. Now, to business."
* Primer struggles again just to get rid of some off her frustrations. "Well, dont just stand there jabbing, ask and then let me go, or by Luna I will shove a brick of C-4 up your tailpipe!"
<TenMihara|GM>  For some reason that thought causes a jab of pain in Primer's mind, after which the aggression seems to dissipate. The ghoul smirks; "Quite impossible in here. Restrains merely to keep you in place. Aggression impossible in this place. Old Stable-Tec experiment I think. Doesn't work on ghouls though; probably side effect of necromantic energies blocking conventional magic. Now, first question is how long have you had your present cybernetics?"
* Primer curses ten ways to sunday as the bolt to the brain hits her then after that she just glares at the ghoul. "Which ones?" If she couldn't be angry or agressive, she would be difficult and obtuse.
<TenMihara|GM>  "Presumably all of them were installed nigh-simultaneously. Except the bone lacing; made X-Ray's difficult. Had to adjust scanner."
* Primer continues to glare at Crankshaft like an industrial laser. "Yesterday. The other stuff is from a few weeks back."
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft nods; "Good. NO signs of rejection after this long; presumably means no additional chance for rejection later. Thought necrotic tissue would be easier to adapt to unliving cybernetics; opposite in fact. Cybernetics rejected nectrotic tissue!" He holds up his bad leg, the brace and jutting bits of metal on full display. "Found out hard way."
* Primer takes a look at the messed up leg and smirks. Good, fucker deserves it. "Okay, you've gotten your answer, now let me go."
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft shakes his head; "Have gotten one answer. Need many. As well, passing up opportunity to test on existing subject invaluable. Cybernetics the key to helping normal ponies survive in the wasteland. Resilient, stronger, better!"
* Primer 's eyes widen. "No... oh no. You are not sticking more of that junk in my body, the bone covering was okay because it can't be seen, but you can find yourself another lab rat because I'm not goint to let you shove more shit into my body!"
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft shakes his head; "Not in position to argue or disagree. Made sure of that. Now, next question. Refusal to answer unwise. Pacification field ineffective against ghouls; nothing to hold -me- back. Which other internal organs augmented. Heart obvious; others not so much."
* Primer bites her lip and looks all over the place while she was thingking. Okay, he's got me strapped to a table... not the first time, but this time it is not going to lead to sex... fucking hell. Her head droops and she mumbles something to herself before speaking up slightly louder. "Liver, pankreas, both new... some sort of pressure thing in one of my lungs."
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft nods; "Good. Supports hypothesis. Liver augmentation possibly most useful. Could possibly be modified to allow for partial or complete metaboliozation of radiation or other natural poisons. Must investigate."
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft looks Primer over; "Assuming synthetic skin is primarily cosmetic; although it would provide some defense against weather problems. Sandstorms, heat, cold."
* Primer shivers where she hangs, she isnt looking at Crankshaft, but onto the floor instead. She continues to bite her lip, causing a worm of crimson to trickle down her chin. She knew how this would go... she'd seen it once, when she was small.
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft looks to Primer again; "Last question; how useful are the retractable digits? They look to be opposable, like griffon talons, but ponies do well with hooves; not entirely needed."
* Primer turns her 'hand' around and flips Crankshaft the bird before answering. It was a rude gesture she'd seen a griffin use once. "Useful enough."
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft nods; "Good; will consider implementation, but not necessary. Next step: proper analysis of implants; specifically, liver and heart." He wheels over a table covered with medical implements. "Have limited supply of local anesthetic, but can't use full anesthetic. Consciousness required."
* Primer 's body tenses. "You bastard..." She puts all her strenght into trying to break out of her bonds, only serving to chafe bleeding sores where then cuffs touched her artificial skin.
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft doesn't seem to care; "So, lied earlier. Additional question: would you prefer to have the anesthetic applied for the analysis stages, or the further augmentation. Suggest analytic stage; further augmentation is replaceing and rebuilding, rather than invading."
* Primer attempts to spit into Crankshaft's face, pacification field permitting. Her diamond glare is marred by the scowl of fear on her face and the thin stream of tears down her face. Primers lower lip has a bit mark after her teeth and red blood is running down her jaw.
<TenMihara|GM>  Passification field is not permittant of any aggressive action
* Primer yells in shock as her brain gets another bolt.
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft tilts his head; "No decision? Will go with own diagnosis then."
<Primer> (This is oddly fitting: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGUi6spQ9M0 )
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft pulls out a syringe and injects primer's Abdomen with it. Her midsection goes number. He then brings out a scalpel
<TenMihara|GM>  Before using it though, he adjusts the Table so that it is parallel to the floor, and Primer is staring at the ceiling
* Primer yelps as she is injected with anasthetic and then groans as she is tipped backwards. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. She screws her eyes shut and bites down on her lip again. If she ever got out of this alive... she'd tell Keen that she loves him, repeatedly.
<TenMihara|GM>  Primer is aware of a tingling sensation in her middle, and can later hear a cracking sound as the Doctor gets inside her ribcage
* Primer screws her eyes shut even more and turns her head so that it points away from the scene. She can't shut her ears though, and every sound fuels nightmarish images inside her head. When the crack of her sternum being broken reaches her ears she starts sobbing audibly.
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft seems to not notice or care for Primers anguish and continues his work.
<TenMihara|GM>  (Primer, you take 1 point of End damage)
* Primer tries to yell but can't seem to find the proper air... oh Goddess Celestia... he was turning her into one of those splayed corpses that could be found in raider compounds.
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshift eventually takes to patching Primer and there's another crack as he shuts her ribs and begins stitching her up. "Enlightening look at integration of synthetics with living tissue. Was difficult to get through ribcage with bone reinforcement; had to use power cutter; slight artery damage but patched quickly enough to avoid permanent damage.
* Primer tries to stay as still as possible. "Goddess Celestia... help me." She mutters between sobs. Keen, where are you? Lily? Anyone?
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft inspects his work; "Analysis complete. Next stage is further augmentation. Prosthetic limbs more resilient to damage and better for combat purposes. Also tireless. Will upgrade existing prosthetics and replace hindlegs as well."
* Primer wanted to shout, to kick and thrash adn fight back, but no agression would take hold, only a sickly despair was left to numb her mind and body. "Just let me go... please..." It was pathetic. To not even be able to muster the energy to fight, to be incapable of resisting as Crankshaft did as he pleased with her.
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft shakes his head; "Come too far to stop now. Afraid this next part going to hurt."
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft begins gathering up materials. Electrical components, braces, and what looks like some partially constructed cybernetic components
* Primer whimpers and focuses inwards. Happy place... happy place... Lily, Keen, Kar, and even Desert when she was on a good day. "Fine..." Happy place... where nothing could hurt her... Primer tunnels backwards into her own mind, to the place where she felt safe. She could hear a familiar song...
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft pulls out a bonesaw and goes to work. It's excruciating. Extremely
* Primer screams. Happy place being barely enough to hold her sanity together. "AAAAHHHH!!!" She howls and her back arches as far as it will go. Happy song, find the song. Mothers song. 'Hush now quiet now...' The earlies memorie she has and a voice she has convinced herself to be her mother.
<TenMihara|GM>  Primer's toment continues as her nerves are hooked up to the new prosthetics. She had been unconscious when Keen did his work, and this Ghoul didn't have any concern about her discomfort. "Clinic mostly soundproof. Nopony else in Stable; screams slightly distracting but manageable."
* Primer was in pain, grinding tortorus agony. But that was only physical, sooner or later the body will defend itself by shutting down the brain, and it soon did so. Primer fell unconshious.
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft looks Primer over; "Primary attachment of prosthetics complete. Subject has lost consciousness. Understandable, given the trauma. Should provide some adrenaline to avoid brain failure."
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft gives Primer a shot of adrenaline
<TenMihara|GM>  Primer does not regain full consciousness, but her brain is kick started enough to let her know that it's very unhappy abotu all this
<TenMihara|GM>  Crankshaft gets one more comment; "Will release subject after finished analysis of new implants. Will remain in Stable until she is out of threat range. Possibly acquire additional subjects before promoting commercially."