#Mallek becoming a brainwashed slave and being made to hunt down his friends is a special kind of angst

[kaioken16]

Pain and Subjugation

MallekWeek 2022 Day 1 - Crockertier

Rating T   

Word count: 2508

Character(s): Mallek Adalov, Original/Background characters

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A/N: This first piece was a rather dark-themed one, inspired by elements from Star Wars, specifically the Inquisitors and the torture they experienced. Set in a Canon Divergent AU, in which the Alternian Empire is fighting a Rebellion that Mallek is a part of.

Summary: Mallek is captured and used as a test subject by an imperial scientist for a new form of Her Imperious Condescension ‘crockertier’ to control more unruly trolls.

Darkness.

That’s the first thing you see. It’s the only thing you can see.

At first you thought you were still sleeping. But the pain barely numbed around your eyes, and you unfortunately remember where you are.

The pain, the fear, and anxiety all comes rushing back to the surface of your mind. If you could cry, you would but for two reasons, that wasn’t a possibility.

The first and obvious reason is the surgery done to your eyes has had an effect on them, crying doesn’t seem to occur.

And the second was, you were doing everything in your power not to show emotion, not to cry in front of them. It only serves to fuel the scientist’s cruelty.

You have long heard the distant wails and cries of other captured trolls being experimented, tortured and god knows what else.

Just like every time you awaken, you first attempt to move your limbs but of course their were still tightly restrained. You have been laying on this cold metallic surface for so long that it was warm underneath you at least…

Your still a little disoriented from the all the drugs, the serums and shocks. But you can feel the fabric wrapped tightly around your head, concealing your eyes from everything around you.

The sound of machines beeping, working, the buzzing of one of the light fixtures, and faint bubbling noise of a liquid, most likely one of the many serums that were injected into you.

You flinch! A cold sweat falls from your face as the quiet is broken by the automatic doors swinging opening, and footsteps entering the room.

You unable to control your breathing.

It becomes heavy, to the point that your panting.

Your body was becoming agitated. Almost preparing itself and you for what you already knew was coming…  

A tall troll, dressed in a lab coat, a pair of complex goggles over his eyes, his caste was highlighted by the sign on his ID card, and lining of indigo blue on his pants. He was walking down the long hall, being closely followed by a small red spherical drone, with various attachments and probes sticking out of it, a singular red eye that glows. The scientist was going his notes on a digital clipboard as the pages scroll across the neon screen. Each page that scrolled across was a test subject’s basic info, notes on the experiments they were being used for and other info that was downloaded and stored with each day that passed.

He stops on the page of the subject he was on his way to see for today’s procedure. A ceruleanblood, a rather rare subject to be at this facility as most of the subjects were far lower on the caste or the special exception. But this troll in question had been sent to test a new set of technological controlling implants by order of Her Imperious Condescension. The details were included in the subject’s dossier…

A rebel… A member of ever-growing and rather irritating rebellion that had been growing within the empire over these last few sweeps.

Adalov, was one of the many freedom fighters across Alternia and as well as the other troll-controlled planets in the galaxy. Despite his caste, initially to be a mere spy or information gatherer, he was in fact one of their tech analyst, a hacker who downloaded imperial data and fed it to the many rebel cells, creating viruses and software bugs to hack and even control the frightening drones that served the royal caste and acted as violent enforcers.

A feat that was rarely achieved but this troll had done several times. Turning the most ruthless weapons of the empire against the military forces, and aiding the rebellion. He was an especially annoying insect in the eyes of those who had been sent to capture him, and a thorn in both the Empress and the Heiress’s plans.

But, his luck had run out. During a ambush, Adalov was captured allowing his rebel friends to escape. Of course simply killing him would’ve been easy and almost merciful, a quick death at the hands of the soldiers.

But that was too easy, and too good for him. Her Imperious Condescension had many more gruesome options for this grub…

Handing him over to the highbloods, more precisely the subjugglators. Those chucklefuckers would’ve torn Adalov to pieces, staining the walls or rather ‘decorating’ their chambers with a fresh cerulean hue.

Or perhaps the violentbloods, those pompous astrociatic bastards who would’ve made it into some ridiculous cerminory before it descended into the usual ‘lowblood’ or ‘I’m so superior-bulge groping’ feast. Some public execution to display their power and status above the land-dwelling caste.

Maybe a more poetic death, having stripped of his equipment and gear, and being crushed into a paste on the ground by the very drones he sent his days overriding and turning against the military.

No.

The Empress had decided on something far more intriguing, and far less wasteful. The rebel was sent to the research and development, one of many imperial fortress throughout the galaxy, but it had another name…

Hell

This was the site where the science division of the empire did all their research. Most of the technology was designed here and then manufactured at one of the many factories. There were different branches for different types of experimentations. And this branch in particular was developing a new form of Her Imperious newly developed “Crockertier” tech.

This particular project was to develop a new form of mind control, to completely rob the victim of their free will and make them subservient and loyal to the Empire.

A previous model, known as the ‘Unreal Heiress Thoughtwave Tiaratop’ was one an example of device that Empress had specifically commissioned, but this new one is was to eliminate the weakness of the tiara top, as that could be easily be removed or destroyed freeing the target.

So the scientist had created a sophisticated and cruel device. A microchip that would be painfully implanted in the base of a troll’s brain. Having the same function as the tiara but on a smaller but more powerful scale.

With these new devices, captured rebels, unpatriotic traitors and other potential risks to the Empire would be taken and processed to OBEY.

And Adalov was the first trial subject of a higher caste. As they had performed the process on lowbloods but the surgery proved to be too much for those poor bastards.

A cerulean caste, with natural physic abilities and stronger mental facilities would be a better test subject…

The scientist finally reaches the door to the testing room. Scanning his ID card on the intercom, the light went green and the metallic doors swung open for him. There strapped to the operating table was the rebel spy in question. He had been stripped most of his clothing, his body was bruised and covered with scars and wounds from interrogation, and experiments that he was subjected to.

The indigo troll glances around the room, almost not giving the poor soul on his table no attention whatsoever. In his eyes, he was just another test subject, to be used as a stepping stone to further his research, a successful result would in more funding for his other projects, and win him favour with Empress who had taken a great interest in his work as it further her “Crockertier” products.

“Day no. 24, the surgery was successful. The implement was inserted into subject 124’s brain.” The scientist had begun recording through his drone, creating these interview recordings each day.

“As damaging his body is not ideal. The implant was inserted through his eyes, along with the cybernetics wiring.” He continues, his eyes glancing over to Mallek, the cloth around his eyes were bandages, as he had cut into his face to put the chip inside him.

“It was far more painful…” A sinister smirk spreads from the corner of his mouth. He could’ve easily implanted the chip through the side of his head, and used other less painful methods, but this troll delighted in causing pain. And seeing the usually calm, cool-headed Adalov reduced to this frightened, broken mess was a treat.

“However, despite all of this… The subject has refused to give up crucial intel on his rebel allies. His pain threshold is most impressive for his caste.” The scientist almost seemed annoyed by that fact but despite everything, Mallek had refused to surrender his friends, reveal more serious information regarding the rebel cells.

“But it doesn’t matter. Today is the day in which the new inhibitor will be activated… Soon it won’t matter if you don’t speak, even try and put on a brave facade.” He speaks directly to Mallek now.

“In a matter of hours, you will never defy your Empire against, you will serve the highbloods, and further my research.” He says taking a few steps towards Mallek, the other gritting his teeth, tugging at the restraints around his wrists so hard that were turning blue with bruising.

“So let’s us begin.”

Several months later…

` The setting was a far off Alternian controlled planet, the resources were used to benefit the Empire, and housed a massive drone production factory. Thousands of battle drones were created and shipped off across the galaxy to aid in the mass conquest. The atmosphere was a perpetual rain across the area, so naturally it was always dark and gloomy…

A mission gone wrong.

False information had led a rebel cell on a job to destroy the production factory had led them to be captured by a new line of drones. Bright red like the mutant blood, and far more powerful than the traditional models used on Alternia. Four trolls were on their knees, held captive by the drones, despite their careful planning, and best efforts they had been outmanoeuvred and bested by the imperial agent who sent the drones to ambush them.

`Just then a small aircraft descends upon the factory grounds. The symbol of the Empress’s caste was attached to the side of the vessel, the doors swing open, and pair of imperial guards exit the vessel first, and following them behind was an imperial operative, dressed in light armour, including a helmet with a red visor. His outfit was bright red with white trimming, the shoulder pads and chest plate were a jet black. He scans the area and then towards the captured rebels.

“Is this all of them?” His voice was hidden and robotic, distorted through his helmet, addressing one of his drones, who responds with a series of inaudible noises.

The agent takes a step closer to the captured rebels, their hands cuffed behind their backs. A bronze male, a jade female, a male gold and more surprisingly was a purple male, a very out of place troll among the rebels as they consisted mostly of lowbloods and midbloods, but perhaps this troll simply enjoyed the conflict or had friends that outweighed his loyalty to his caste…

Your eyes examine these four individuals through the red visor of your helmet. They were of no consequence or importance, none of them stood out aside from the purpleblood and he was just muscle by the looks of it. And your elite drones had severely injured him as he must’ve been the most cruical threat.

But it didn’t matter now. Their feeble attempt to stop the production plant had failed. You calculated every move this cell made after hacking into their systems and spying on them for last few weeks.

You knew every move they were gonna make, and planned for each step.

It was all futile in the end…

You have no interest in these trolls personally but you had a job to do.

Extract information for them.

Choose one suitable subject to be processed and eliminate the rest.

“Take him onboard.” He points to the purpleblood and the drones roughly pull him up to his feet and drag onto the ship as he snarls, screams and protests knowing what was going to happen to his friends without his protection.

The agent reaches for a weapon holstered to his hip, the device was a red arrowhead-tipped tuning fork like, as he pushes down on a button on the side the arrowhead charges with electrical energy. Holding it tightly in one hand, with his other hand he removes the helmet concealing his face, a small hiss noise slips out, as his helmet disconnects from his head revealing Mallek’s face!

His skin was paler, his eyes were black and his pupils were a disturbingly red, techno lines were spread across across his left side, starting from eye and moving outward, with a faint scar was over the eye. A devilish grin spreads across his face, as he charges his weapon ready to dispose of the leftovers. Just then one of trolls stared at him, their face slowly expresses with confusion, shock, disbelief.

“M-Mallek?” He utters out a single word, and Mallek pauses for a moment, as if that name sounded so familiar to him, his eyes narrowing at the troll who addressed him by the name he had forgotten.

Before he could ask what he was taking about, immediately he feels a throbbing pain on the side of his head, and static zaps from the cybernetic attachment on his face, as if he was short-circuiting. He grits his teeth in pain for moment, his programming begins to repeat the directive in his head, silencing this curiosity about his lost name…

NO MERCY!

SUBMIT!

OBEY!!!!

“I-is it really you?”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“But it can’t be?”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“But… Y-you’re suppose to be dead..?

“OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

FOLLOW THE DIRECTIVE!

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“Why are y-you with the empire?!”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“Mallek?!”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

Mallek’s pained expression becomes neutral, a silent glare on his face as the voice of the troll addressing becomes mute, his vision is distorted with coding and words, and just the outline of the three trolls knelt before him. He raises his hand and with no hesitation…

He strikes three times.

Three bodies fall to his feet.

Snapping out of his trance, he stared at the body of the troll who identified him before turning around and walking back to ship, but not before ordering his drones to clean up the mess, and dispose of the bodies. The purpleblood had been restrained in a holding cell, and he would bring him for questioning, and then just like Mallek, this poor troll would be modified and programmed like him to be used as enforcer against his rebel friends.

And to further the cruelty, like Mallek, deep down within the programming, codes, he would aware of his ruthless actions, every atrocity he would commit against his will would be in full view of his consciousness and he would be powerless to stop himself.

The crockertech was a success!

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