Pink-tinted hazel eyes opened blearily, trying to focus on anything.
Cold metal pressed against her wrists and ankles, and she looked down slightly to see, with her wrists bound the same as her ankles, that they were connected to the floor with chains and shackles.
Jazz shifted her shell on a smooth metal wall, making the chains shift with a slight rattle.
"So you're awake, turtle."
The light pink-banded turtle looked up, and her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Before her was a large cyborg, huge and implacable, with the hologram of a human head above it.
"Well, I suppose that means I can start the tests…"
The voice was haughty, superior, cocky…
"A fuel pod with seven fuel rods…iron casing, synthetic finger joints…A hologram machine from 2003…"
Baxter Stockman didn't move.
He could only stare in wonder at the young turtle.
She could tell all of that from just looking at his body?
He looked closely at her eyes, but he didn't see any emotion there.
It was like she was a computer, analyzing everything through sight alone…
"Well, it seems we have a little turtle prodigy here…"
Jazz snapped out of her trance and bit her lip.
Her father always said that her 'moments' would get her in trouble…
She DEFINITELY didn't like that look, and her eyes locked with the floor.
"Well, this changes my plans quite a bit…"
She heard him move closer, and was surprised when he took the chains from the floor and started dragging her.
It hurt her legs to slide on them, so she opted to stay on her shell.
It seemed easier for everyone…
It took a while, but eventually the walls took on a more Japanese look, and she was thrown into a large room.
As she regained her bearings, her still dislocated shoulder throbbing painfully, she noticed the other presences in the room.
She looked up as Stockman moved towards the woman she'd seen her uncle fight, and the large man who'd contributed, in whole, to the pain she now felt.
"Stockman, what is the meaning of this?" The woman asked harshly, making the timid turtle flinch back.
"It seems, Mistress Karai, that Hun has made the ideal catch. This specific turtle is probably smarter than that purple turtle, Donatello!"
Jazz looked at the ground again.
'I'm not smarter than my dad…'
"Really? If that's so, then show us a demonstration."
Jazz looked up, catching Stockman's smirk out of the corner of her eye.
"Well, I'll need some technology in order to test her…"
Karai pushed a laptop across the table she knelt behind.
Jazz already felt herself slipping into another 'moment', but she couldn't stop herself…
"HP Laptop with wireless connection…a 300 GB memory and a 2007 motherboard…Manufactured in 2008, ID 2006784…"
Once she snapped out of it, she felt the heat rush to her cheeks when she noticed she was the center of attention.
She lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into the dark sanctuary of her father's lab, where she knew he'd comfort her and make her feel so much better…
"Impressive…what do you suggest we do with her, Stockman?"
"I believe we should make her create new weaponry."
"Really? And why is that?"
"Imagine what the turtles will feel like when they realize one of their own has conspired against them!"
Jazz's head lifted.
'No! I won't let them hurt my family!'
"…Very well…Hun, take her to a cell…"
The normally shy turtle couldn't hold in the words in her chest, threatening to make her heart burst.
"I-I WON'T!!!"
Her body trembled from the force of her tensed muscles.
"I won't help you hurt innocent people!!!"
When she felt someone pick her up, jarring her dislocated shoulder, she flinched.
"Really, now? And what makes you think you have a choice in the matter?"
"I-I'd rather die…"
The grip tightened on her right shoulder, making her wince in pain.
"I can arrange that…"
"Hun, stop."
Jazz looked at Karai, worried.
"…Bring her here."
Jazz was thrown to her knees before the Japanese woman, and closed her eyes, anticipating a blow.
"…You're a young innocent, so I suppose I should give you a chance…"
A blade under the chin made Jazz lift her head.
"Your 'family' won't come for you…they probably believe you've turned on them and are planning your downfall…"
She shook her head slightly, pink-tinted eyes unwavering.
"…Th-They wouldn't leave me behind…"
"What makes you believe that?"
The smirk sent a shiver across the turtle's skin, making her move back slightly.
"I wouldn't be surprised if it was those young ones that dealt the finishing blow…"
Her eyes hardened, sure and firm.
"They won't."
The broad side of the blade smacked her across the face, the point giving her a sliver of red on her cheek.
"…I won't give in to this…my family will come to get me…" She said softly, a crimson tear moving down her cheek.
"…It seems they've instilled loyalty in you…now we'll just have to break you…"
Jazz's eyes widened, her heart clenching at the cruel, merciless look she received.
She was jarred back, making her close her eyes to hold in the pain, and was dragged across the floor.
She wanted to be like Joss then, or Violet…or Rose…
"Y-You won't break me!!" She yelled, trying to sound confident.
'Just like Rose…pretending to be tougher than I feel…'
Hun chuckled, throwing her shell into a wall on a turn.
"Don't make promises you can't keep…"