Hello everybody! After getting a couple of asks on Tumblr in regards to a prompt I reblogged I decided to publish my responses here because I was so darn proud of how they turned out. I may add more chapters for more characters in the future so if you have a request for this series then drop me an ask at 8r0k3n-c4p70r5 on Tumblr. Enjoy the feels drabbles and if you like it please leave a review!
He could still feel them, the biocables that he had been connected to for several millennia, as they bore their way into his flesh and integrated themselves with his nervous system. He could still feel the burning pain of the data ports that imbedded themselves along either side of his spine, pierced his sides and the one that punctured the back of his neck right at the base of his skull. He could also hear himself screaming, agonising, defiant cries of protest as they 'installed' him and made him one with the ship. He remembered putting up a fight, determined not to submit to his inevitable fate willingly.
A battery, that's all he was now to those who did this to him, nothing more than an expendable tool to be used and tortured at their will. The worst part was when he was connected with the ship's systems, numbers, charts, communiqués and all other manner of data bombarded his thinkpan to the point it felt like it would explode from the strain. It eventually settled of course and he was able to make sense of everything, the process of dealing with so much data becoming as natural as breathing. He had become a permanent part of the ship, no, he had become the ship itself. He was able to see and hear everything that was going on all at the same time, able to access any and every possible system and data base held within the hull. He had become the engine, the hard drive…the weapons…
He could recall every world he had helped conquer, every planet that he had helped to destroy, and he could still hear the screams of the innocent inhabitants of those worlds. Time inevitably took it's toll on him and he was reduced to nothing more than a mere shell of his former self. His thinkpan had become so warped that he would regularly scream, cry, mutter incoherently and even sing for hours or sometimes even days on end and it was only when Her Royal Condescension grew sick of the uproar and gave him a sharp slap to the face that he would stop and resort to apologising pathetically over and over again until she was satisfied enough and once again left him alone with his thoughts.
For hundreds and thousands of sweeps he was forced to comply to her every order, to endure her every whim without protest or a chance to give his consent. At times he felt like a toy, a plaything for her to amuse herself with whenever she pleased. He often considered her a little needy, desperate even for some sort of connection with another that she apparently couldn't find anywhere else. On a good day she would simply talk to him, thankfully not really expecting him to respond in any way. But on a bad day she would take her frustrations out on him, both physically and mentally depending on the mood she was actually in. On rare occasion he was cognitively capable of making some sort of snide comment or clever comeback and this sometimes amused the Empress, though most of the time it earned him another punishment.
As quickly as his servitude had seemed to begin it had ended in a single moment, a moment that his damaged thinkpan simply registered as a flash.
It was at this point that he would usually wake up screaming, the memories mentally scarring him all over again. The pain was still real, the many scars that covered his body still burned and the streams of data still haunted him, sometimes for days after the nightmare itself had ended. He had begun to believe that he would never truly be free of his prison, though he may have been physically his mind was still trapped there in the hell he had suffered.
Perhaps, given time, he would be granted some escape from the mental turmoil and find peace…or perhaps he was doomed to relive the horror of it for the rest of his existence…