Post by GI Jho on Jan 3, 2014 19:40:02 GMT -5
The time has come. His master's wishes had been given, and he was compelled to carry them out. Tel Megiddo marched through the heart of the hub, sword resting upon his shoulder. The telekinetic psychopath examined the area he walked through, searching for the being his master called for. Her cage was very well kept, and sealed tight in order to prevent escape; the question was, where had they put her? The cybernetic warrior examined each of the cells as he passed by. no... no, he could not find it. With each cell he passed, the more annoyed Tel became. Just where was this beast's cell? He had been lumbering around for a good 10 minutes, and he could not find the location of this beast's cell. After a few more minutes of wandering, he soon saw what he was looking for- a lone cell near the back of the facility, kept separate from the other kaiju's homes. Tel smirked, at least as best as he could, beneath his mask. The master's plans would be carried out. This creature would be the muscle of his crew. Prepared for trouble, Tel soon knocked on the door of the cell, before the door slowly slid open. His master must have told them ahead of time. Good.
Tel stepped inside of the cell, doors closing behind him, as his eyes glancing about for his target. At the back of the room, he soon saw his target- a large, hulking stone-skinned behemoth. Eyes like coals burning in the fire, her jaws filled with an ethereal orange light, large fangs filling her mouth. Her large, muscular arms were held back by chains that ran through her wrists, keeping her attached to the walls of her den. The fire monster's chest had a large, fiery orb that was surrounded by strange, spike-like protrusions. The fiery she-beast glanced up, her empty eyes locking with those of Tel. A low growl was emitted from the behemoth's jaws, before she unleashed a powerful roar of anger. Ontslaan rushed forward, aiming to strike Tel, but she was held back by the chains attached to her wrists, causing the beast to grunt in pain as blood dripped down from the massive spikes. Angered by her trapped state, Ontslaan leaned forward and unleashed a powerful bellow in Tel's face, hoping that the cybernetic entity would leave her chamber. Tel smirked, before he chuckled and broke out into a stern laugh. Angered by this, Ontslaan gritted her teeth, growling angrily, and attempted to bite a chunk out of Tel's neck. Tel, however, simply blasted her backwards with a telekinetic attack, sending her rocketing back-first into the wall behind her, visibly denting it. Ontslaan grumbled angrily from the blow to the wall, and glared at Tel. What did this beast want with her?
Tel soon raised his hand and thrust it in the direction of the downed fire monster. Confused as to what Tel was doing, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head. Like a thousand invisible daggers driven into her mind, Tel began to force his influence into Ontslaan's subconscious! The brute howled as she clasped her head, her clawed fingers digging into her rocky head as she collapsed to the ground. The beast thrashed about in pain, fighting the best she could against Tel's influence. The psychopath took a grim sort of pleasure in his actions; the pathetic squirming of the wretched creature before he did nothing more than inspire callus laughter from the cyborg sadist. Finally, after so long, Tel broke through into Ontslaan's mind. The beast's thrashing ceased, as her body fell limp. It was difficult, but it had been done; Tel had gotten in.
Now that the raging brute had been pacified, Tel could do his work in peace. Working as fast as he could, Tel quickly sifted through the beast's simple brain. A thirst to be freed from its chains seemed to be paramount for this stupid creature, and one Tel could sympathize with. Tel felt a strange sort of kinship with this mindless killing machine- they had both been enslaved against their will, forced into this hell that neither could break free from- and both took their fury out on the world in their quest for it. Tel convinced himself that he was doing this wretch a favor by mind-slaving her. By putting her will beneath that of his own master, she could perhaps achieve her own goals for freedom and destruction. Soon, once the mind enslavement was complete, Tel whispered into the beast's mind:
"Arise, and serve your new master."
Ontslaan's eyes shot open, as the creature rose to her feet, confused as to what happened. The creature looked down at Tel, and growled in a somewhat irritated manner, before Tel spoke.
"COME," The cyborg said. "AND SERVE."
Immediately, Ontslaan understood. Tel chuckled to himself as he forced the doors of her chamber open and marched out of the room, the now under control Ontslaan following behind him. His master would be most pleased with this turn of events...