The Great Escape

22 September 2018

13:03 Sorren Gyro would get to sleep for only about half a day. If he wasn't awoken by the sound of the door opening, he would be brought awake by the gentle prod of a shock baton against his rounded belly. It wasn't on, so Gyro, luckily, wouldn't feel the power, but it was enough to stir him.
He'd open his eyes to the same mare as before, sitting beside his bed as she prodded him awake, then stepped back, the door behind her open. "How'd you sleep?" she asked, almost with a comical casual air about her." Same mare, same daisy yellow coat and white mane, same pale, light blue labcoat.

13:10 GyroFeather rolls over at the first prod of the baton and lets out a low groan, but after several pokes, his eyes finally flutter open groggily to glare at the mare. "Oh...its you...I was trying to sleep. Couldnt you do your questions later?" He slowly rolls up and props his back against the cool metal wall of the encloser. Looking down, he can still roughly make out the shape of his meal tucked away deep inside his gut, but upon giving it a soft poke, it seemed far less firm than he had been at the start of the night.

13:10 < GyroFeather> (Ooops not yet)

13:12 GyroFeather frowns at the question as he gets it again. "Better than I have been recently. Please please dont stick me with an asshole like that /again/ And I need new books," he demands, though this time the bird isnt quite as confrontational as beofre.

13:14 Sorren The mare took a moment to eye his belly, then lifted that digital pad from the pocket of one of her jackets and made a few notes on it. She turned away from the griffon with a small laugh. "We'll see about the books." She avoided the other request, it seemed. Reaching the open door, she motioned with her hoof for Gyro to follow her.
For him to follow her? Out of the room?

13:26 GyroFeather frowns as pulls abck and then opens th edoor for him. This was odd...most highly unusual as he's not left this chamber in over a month. Eager to get out of this chicken coop, he darts up to his feet, before stumbling as the weight of his belly catches him off guard. After a moment of recovery he starts to trudge on out after her at a steady pace. "Good...more of them this time hopefully?" He asks with a little more spring in his step than before. He felt far less regret over this roomate than the last one.

13:39 Sorren "Again, we'll see."
He was allowed to walk out in her wake, which brought him back into the room he'd entered through. At best, it resembled an office with all the lights off, to ensure that the two-way mirrors stayed that way. Along the wall were several other windows looking into similar rooms. All in all, the office was in a short of horseshoe shape around the 'cells' in the middle. Dark, high-traffic carpet that was firm underfoot greeted his talons, rather than cold tile, and several other ponies stood around, a few looking up in mild interest at him, though otherwise not paying much mind.
The mare led him along the walls, showing mostly empty cells, or ponies sitting alone looking bored, though she stopped in front of one in particular and sat herself down before the glass, motioning for Gyro to do the same.
Inside was a pony and a griffon! Only, it was a very different scene than the one in his own cell, more specifically considering the pony looked bored as they laid on their back, staring at the ceiling, and the griffon looked. Well... dead, or at least something very close to it.
"Later this afternoon, we're going to be pulling him out and getting him on an IV drip." She threw a look over at Gyro. "He starved. You see, this is the problem we're running into it. Griffons or other carnivorous creatures only show about a twenty percent chance of killing another sentient creature in order to survive. However, in situations where the sentient creature has already expired, the chance of a carnivorous creature feeding on the corpse of a fellow sentient goes up to around ninety percent, which then has a trend of increasing their chances to kill for food in the next experiment. Interesting, isn't it?"

20:39 GyroFeather follows along at a slow pace, pausing ever couple of steps as he takes in the wonderous enviroment of the interior of the lab he'd been locked outside of, in his cel block. His eyes takes in the various scenes going on, and spotting a gryphon or two and a fair frew ponies through the walls. There was even one zebra, for which he felt his temper momentarily flare, before he shoves it aside, forcing himself to turn back to his tour guide.
When he sees the gryphon to the side of the cell...and the pony who is sitting there on the couch. He lets out a sad sigh. "Why...why would he....would you...and that pony isnt even doing anything. They dont seem to care at all..." The bird growls, flitting his tail back in an obvious growing anxiety. "He should have just eaten the pony. Why do they not?" He sees his own failings reflected back at him, and...in his mind decides that it must be because the birds before him are weak._

20:43 Sorren To Gryo, even the grays and light blues of the lab, muted in color, would be more wonderful than the most grandiose of rainbows. If anything, it made the prospect of going back into that white room that much worse.
The mare looked over at Gyro, eyebrow raising as she spoke, the digital notepad hovering beside her lighting up as her magic tapped away at the keyboard. "The pony seemed distressed at first. I think it's mostly worn off now that they've accepted the fact that he's going to die." She shot him a thin smile. "As I said. he won't, unless for whatever reason the subject in his cell decides to kill him, but that is slim."
She paused, then let out a short chuckle. "Very interesting that you say that. If I recall from observation, you were _very_ against eating your cellmate."

21:26 GyroFeather tries to look over her shoulder as she types oon the pad, hoping to catch a glimpse over what this all was about. What did they have planned for him anyways now that he'd failed...or had he passed their little project. He wasnt too sure about the parameters here given all that was being done to the subjects. As she points out his conflict regarding his cellmate, he has a flash of guilt and greif across his face, though he pushes that asside, settling for anger. "Well...I waited until I had to do something. There's nothing esle for it. I wasnt going to die like some caged canary....like him over there." he growls, tone rising up in his voice.
"what are you doing to everyone here anlyways. Why are you trying to make us discover such things? What's the point of all of this?"_

21:31 Sorren "We weren't gonna let you starve," she said somewhat dismissively, stepping away with a small motion of her hoof for him to follow once more.
Her answer to his second question was brief. "We're hired by an Equestrian company. They have questions. We make answers."
The whole place really did seem dead--on a skeleton shift. Maybe it was "night" on the station, currently. After all, it was hard to tell when there were no windows. The office was a small, intimate place as it was, only housing six or so different confinement cells. Gyro had seen how large the facility was upon entering, and any intuition would tell him that, whatever this lab was, was entirely small-scale as far as the greater purpose of the station was concerned, a metaphorical broom cupboard.
The mare stopped rather suddenly in front of one of the windows, peering in with a look of concern on her face. "Ohhh, shit," she muttered under her breath. After a second, she lifted a small communicator that had been pinned to the breast of her coat and spoke into it. "I need all three of you to cell three, pronto. Now!"

21:37 GyroFeather begins to join the patrol once more as she leads the way for him to se what's going on. "Make answers huh? How would I know you wouldnt let me starve...if you let me feed off of my roomate, huh?" The bird can feel his belly swaying beneath him with the remenants of his meal still heavy inside of him with each stop. Where was everyone? Was something up with this? It couldnt be night, could it? If so, surely this lead scientist wouldnt be up... His thoughts are suddenly interupted as his guide steps forward, shouting. The bird darts forward as well quickly to get a sight of what's going on. As he does so, he bumps hard against her body, knocking her slightly to gthe side and jostling her labcoat and its contents in the process. "WHats happening? What's wrong?"

21:44 Sorren The mare, staggered some by the larger griffon knocking into her, turns defensively, then lets down her guard once she realizes that he's not attempting to actually do anything.
Inside cell three, well, there was a stallion hanging from the fire sprinkler by his bedsheets, a mare too, some sort of freaky, double-suicide pact.
From a door in the corner, three ponies came rushing, bursting out into the room as they made their way across around around to the cell door. The daisy mare, who's name Gyro still did not know, stepped forward as well and tapped a quick code into a keypad for them. A monitor above the door blinked to life, sporting the word _Open,_ in big, red letters. Below it, in blue, it said _Close._ First glance would say that it was a touch screen.
The three ponies rushed into the cell, two helping to lower the stallion while one did his best to hold up the mare until the others could help get her down as well. The daisy mare stood just outside the door, peering in, leaving Gyro just behind her, a current lapse in her attention. If what she had said over the radio rang true, then the three of them were 'all,' and all three of them, aside from the mare herself, were currently in that cell.

22:01 GyroFeather gasps as he sees the scene playing out in front of him. Those two ponies...driven to suidcide by this mare and her dumb experiments. This was not right, and he couldnt abide by it. They hadnt even gone as food for a gryphon...they'd just been murdered. His eyes narrow as he feels a warm sensation flushing through his body, carrying his rage over al the events, but yet, he couldnt move...yet.
Gyro's eyes watched in interest as she typed the code out. "73600" he mutters to himself, though its pretty likely the pony before him would hear if she wasnt too wrapped up in the commotion. The first thing the bird does is rake his claws through her labcoat while she's destracted, tearing the white fabric away and sending sliding backwards, along with the batton in tow. His claws sliced throught he radio cord in the rpocess, leaving miss Daisy without a mode of communication. THen, once she's disarmed, he slaps don on teh close buttion, narrowing his eyes at her. "Well well well...its just you and me...and I dont think I even know your name yet."_

22:07 Sorren The mare let out a yipe of surprise as his claws caught her labcoat, and she jerked away from him, and in the process, had it shaken off of her, leaving a thin, comfortable-looking, light blue vest of sorts below it, though otherwise, the mare was completely exposed. She jerked, turning to face him, reaching for a baton that was no longer there as reached out and slammed the closed button on the door. The staff inside were turning, though at this point, it was too late, and the electronic lock buzzed and clicked as the door slid shut and sealed.
It was amazing how quickly the mood in a room could change with the simple closing of a door.
The mare took a long, deep breath, then let it out, remaining calm, though it was clear from the look in her eyes that she was... very, very concerned.
She lifted her head, and tilted her chin back some. "My name is Dr. Nettles."
Pounding on the other side of the door could be heard, along with muffled, barely-audible shouts.
The mare didn't blink.

22:12 GyroFeather smirks and barks out a few laughs as she finds her herself bereft of her little shocky stick, with him in the way of both retreat, and the object itself. The gryphon steps forward and wraps a wing around the mare's body, grinning all the while. "Now that's better...Der Nettles. Tell me, what sort of experiment was this, why were they doing this to us?" He asks in a low growl, keeping her at the display console. "And also...please be a dear and loosen up the one way glass for me. I wanna be able to say hi to your subordinates."
As the gryphon waits for the answers and his command, he takes another look around the room._

22:19 Sorren The mare took a half step away from the griffon as he rounded her, then wrapped a wing over her back. It would have been comfortable if it didn't come with the looming implication that she was in deep shit. Her horn glowed so briefly, but went out as quickly as she lit it up. Using it to reach for something would most certainly draw his eye...
And he seemed to be in the mood for talking, so she would talk. "It's an high-class client in Equestria," she said, somewhat tense. "Works for someone or something big--even we don't know. A pool around the office is that it's probably government, war planning or someshit." She glanced over at him in mild confusion as he mentioned the second part, though gave a slow nod. her horn lit up, and she flicked a small switch on the wall next to the door, the lights on the ceiling flickering to life, effectively bringing it from daytime to nighttime in the lab. Immediately, the two stallions and the mare in the cell sidled over to peer out into the office, the two dead left lying on their respective beds, or maybe not dead--it was hard to tell.
The room was simple. There were a clearly marked exit across the way, with nothing keeping him from leaving, and a couple other doors, likely just leading to a lounge, maybe a cleaning cupboard.

22:27 GyroFeather watches as the three occupants of the cell come to look at him, drawing his beak into a wide open grin, while he swishes his tail. "Hmmm defense contractor...are they wanting to use gryphons or battle? or...are they trying to fight us I wonder..." he mentions with a frown. THen...gesturing at the control panel before him, he says, "Now...change this code to ohh... 98421...I dont want anyone being able to get into here except me and you. And I'll be watching...if you try anything else well...regardless of what happens to me, you'll be deader than those two on the beds, are we clear?"
Without taking his eyes off her, he steps backwards just far enough for him to retrieve the lab coat, and with it the baton. "Wouldnt want you to get any ideas, you know?"_

22:31 Sorren "Yeah, that's what the office pool is for," she said with a bit of a grumble. "It's up to like, two hundred station credits."
Nettles narrowed her brows at him some as he told her to change the code, and seemed hesitant. She would have killed for some sort of a security camera, and someone on the other end to save her ass, but the entire station had a very strict, no-digital-surveillance of any kind policy, considering the... content. There were no cameras on Station 14, and if there were, they were illegal.
She nodded after a second, then made her way over to the keypad and spent a couple moments tapping around, horn alight. She stepped back a few seconds later, then turned to face him. "Alright."
She was tense, but obedient, for now. Nettles was a _very_ smart mare, and she wasn't here to be a hero.

22:41 GyroFeather purrs as he watches her go through the menus to alter the key code, and while he's not 100% sure she's following orders, the prompts that he can observe seem to line up well enough with what he believes may be such a thing. The gryphon steps forward smiling, and nods his head with satisfaction.
One claw fiddles with the baton until he hears the faint buzzing hum of it powering on and the capacitors booting up. THen, in an instant, he crashes it into her body and holds it there as the shock takes effect, jabbing several times till the mare is sprawled on the ground. Once such has happened, he turns to address the other three. "I wonder...how long will it be for the three of you to turn on each other? Will ponies eat meat? As only I know the code, I suppose you wont have food for a long while."
The gyrphon then turn sto grab Dr Nettles by her mane, hoisting her up against the console. "Here...allow me to give you a demonstration even. You've all been excited over seeing me do this right?"_

22:46 Sorren Was he... Was he _purring?_ That had potential to be concerning. She jumped in mild surprise as she heard the baton firing up, and moved to get out of his range, though she wasn't fast enough. She took an immobilizing shock to her flank and immediately crumpled with a pained cry, each strike on her leaving two red welts and little scorch marks on her fur. It must have been on a much higher setting than the one she had initially used on him. She was left panting and shaking on the floor in the aftermath, all while the three in the cell looked on in worry and cocern. Gyro's question caused a brief look between the three co-workers.
They definitely looked worried.
Nettles let out a sharp, pained cry as she was pulled up by the mane, staring into the eyes of the ponies who really had no deep connection with her, other than a casual workplace social circle. Gyro's words didn't miss her, and she knew what he was capable of. "Waitwaitwaitwait, hold it!" she yelled in desperation. "J-just hold up! I'm a reasonable mare. What can I do for you? In exchange for..." she tensed. "Not... this."

22:54 GyroFeather stands over her, drawing his dark pink tongue across his beak as he stares down, with cold eyes. "Well...what exactly is it that you can do for me then? You better start talking...I can only play with my food for so long. Especially one that's done what you have to me."
He knees her hind legs up against her body and then holds it there with his claw as he waits for her to respond. In the mean time, his beak closes around the small of the horse's ankle, severing tendons with a wet meaty sound, though he doesnt tear any flesh free, "I'm waiting~" he purrs back to her, as some of the crimson blood stains his coat once more._

23:02 Sorren Nettles didn't see Gyro lick his beak, but the others did. The mare turned away, one stallion sat back and took a deep breath, the other just watched.
Nettles let out somewhat of a wail and shuddered as he chomped down on her hind leg, locking up in pain and jerking forward, swinging to one side as if in a more instinctual attempt to get away from him. "Credits.... Money here. You're not even... registered on this base," she said quickly, sounding a little out of breath, wincing as she felt the warm trickle of blood down her hind leg. "If you walk outta here without documentation... someone will notice and you'll spend the next five months in a jail cell. Maybe more if they start looking into why you're here and find this place."

23:10 GyroFeather lets out a low growl of disaproval at the things she's offering to him, and then moves down to nip the other hind leg, leaving her limp, unable to move anything past her knees on either of her ind legs. "And...why, prey tell me, ...heh prey...like you...Anyways, why can I not just see which of those three is pliable enough to give me credentials to escape, huh? I"m pretty sure once they see what happens to you...well...they wont be too terribly interested in giving me much of a hard time." He says with a smirk. She can feel his beak moving up her spinal cord now, ocassionally digging in, as if ti nip and sever it, but it seems like its never more than a teasing bite.

23:15 Sorren Another cry of agony from the mare, then a few spat curse words as she hung over the console and took a few steadying breaths. "Because _I_ can see what's about to happen to me, and I'm not intent on giving you a hard time," she said through her teeth, squirming some to turn her head to look back at him over her shoulder, grimacing at the sight of blood on his beak. She gasped, then winced at the next bite, then groaned. "That and I've got more sway."

23:25 GyroFeather smirks at her and shakes his head. "Those answers arent good enough...and...I'm growing a bit bored, so why dont we give you teh tour everyone's been so excited for~" The bird's beak yawns before her, exposing the greedy flesh of the teircel's gullet receding into a dark black pit. His head darts down, sealing her face in the darkness of his throat, while the smell of the blood on his breath overpowers most others. THe long slippery tongue laps across her fur, drawing in teh taste of the mare he despised, following that with teh first gulp to send her on her way. He wasnt even sure how he was going to fit her,, with his stomach full already, but he'd manage it somehow...."

23:31 Sorren Nettles tensed up as he gave his answer, somewhat in disbelief at just how... poor his judgement could be. She had applied to every sense of rationality and he was just throwing it all to the wind! She let out a scream of something between fear and rage as his beak started to yawn, then flinched backwards, sticking out both forehooves to try and catch the corners of his beak, managing to hold him at bay for a couple seconds as she spouted her disdain. "You _stupid_ fucking _beast!"_ she shouted. "Idiotic, feral--" One hoof slipped and she jerked, but not in time to avoid her entire head plunging into Gyro's beak, being easily engulfed. She was smaller, about the same size as Stacker had been, but much thinner, so compared to his last meal, this mare would go down easy in comparison. She screamed within his beak, wriggling herself back and forth as her hooves reached up to try and clutch at his face. She realized she wasn't getting anywhere with that, and instead, took a death grip on the console in front of her.
Her co-workers locked in the cell were still there. The mare still refused to watch, one stallion was watching wide-eyed, unblinking, and the other was taking occasional, disheartened glances. She gagged as his tongue slopped over her face and tried to turn her head from one side to the other to avoid it. The first gulp was _terrifyingly powerful._ Really, watching it through a pane of glass didn't do the real experience justice. This was horrible.

23:42 GyroFeather shakes his head back and forth to help dislodge the hooves, until he feels them slip off of his maw, followed by the tell tale squelch of of her face hitting the back of his throat. His hot meaty breath, smelling of still digestiong stallion blasts over her, and, if he could respond to her, he'd tell her that he's only what they made of him. HIs powerful muscles roll over her face at that first swallow, drawing her body in to where the bulge show, beneath his feathers. Here he pauses for a moment and hoists the pony's body above his head, while he hears the shouts muffled from within. The slowly sinking lump is visible to his captive audience, as he works his beak steadily around her shoulders. At least the hind legs would be entirely useless in this fight.

23:46 Sorren It took quite a few shakes to break her death grip on the console, back and forth, until one hoof was forcibly jerked free, then the other, nothing elegant or graceful about it. The air that hit her face was rancid. It smelt of blood, and acid, and death, and she knew exactly why it did. The mare retched, gaged, then let out another scream and grabbed desperately for anything to hold onto with her forehooves, groping in the open air. A strong pair of talons took hold of her hips, just below the station vest she was wearing, and with terrifying, casual strength, the griffon lifted her entire haunches right up in the air, using her head in his throat as a pivot point, then he started to stuff her, his beak easily pushing her forehooves down and pinning them to her sides as she screamed again, right down his throat, the sound vibrating through his flesh as saliva and throat slime matted down her fur. She was fighting him, but nowhere near as hard as Stacker had.