The Mech Touch novel Chapter 3308

Chapter 3308: Repeat Experiment

Controlling the dwarven prisoners aboard the Blinding Banshee was easy.

There was no chance for them to pull off an escape when they had nothing but their bodies to resist their captivity, but just to be sure, they had all been fitted with mechanical limb locks.

These devices looked like dumbed-down versions of exoskeleton suits and they were deliberately made to be as modest and low tech as possible. After all, it was much easier to prevent improper tampering when the programming of the devices was simple!

Despite their lack of complexity, the mechanical limb locks were strong enough to force every dwarf to move their limbs according to whoever held the controls.

Dozens of cell barriers dropped at once. Though the captive dwarves briefly had the illusion that they were free for the first time in a month, their mechanical limb locks forced them to march out and move down a corridor without any deviation!

Their mouths were not restrained though, so plenty of them began to speak as they were being moved.

"…I… kill… me…"

"Thank you for answering my prayers, Vulcan!"

"Captain Akkora! You're alive! Wait, why are you here?"

"WE'RE FREE! WE'RE FREE! WE'RE FREE!"

"You fool! We're all going to die! The tall folk are cruel and vicious people. Did you think they would extend any mercy to dwarves like us? Not even Vulcan can save us anymore!"

None of the dwarves knew what was going on, but many of them already suspected that their departure from their cells might not be a good change.

Still, no matter what they thought or spoke, they could do nothing but march forward according to the instructions of the mechanical devices that had taken control over their limbs. Their resistance was futile and their pleas for help resulted in nothing!

Ves and Calabast watched on as the closed holding chambers were being filled with dwarf after dwarf. The mechanical limb locks precisely positioned them into evenly-spaced columns before keeping them in place.

The lack of clues and eerie actions unnerved a lot of prisoners. They sought comfort in their fellow dwarves as they finally had an opportunity to interact with other people. Many of them exhibited strong emotions as they cried, laughed, talked or remained patient for what was about to come.

"It's time." Ves said as he took a remote control device from Calabast. "No matter what happens, don't disturb me when I am conducting my experiments."

"I'll do my job while you do yours." The woman stated.

Though she still had a lot to say, she possessed enough self-control to keep her mouth shut. Ves kept his secrets close to his chest and would likely respond adversely if she insisted on getting to the bottom of his experiments.

It didn't matter. Ves trusted her enough to witness and guard over his experiments. Even if Calabast lacked the expertise to figure out what he was doing, she could still glean enough clues from what was about to happen.

Ves slowly moved down to the deck as he approached the experimental stage that he prepared. He stood behind a control station and began to inspect all of the settings before he was satisfied that every device was working as intended.

He briefly skimmed over the outline of his first experiment one last time in order to make sure he remembered every important detail. It was nothing special actually as he conducted similar experiments in the past.

The only actual difference was that his test subjects came from different stock!

"Now that I have a batch of tough and well-trained soldiers, let's see whether they will be able to succeed where their predecessors have failed." Ves grinned.

He manipulated the remote control and brought forward his first test subject. The fellow he chose to begin this session was the same defiant dwarven security officer who specialized in handling explosives!

When the mechanical limb lock forced him to march out of the waiting waiting chamber and walk over to the experimental area, the dwarven captive glared at the only tall folk in sight. His shackles even began to rattle as he exerted as much strength as possible to resist his forced motions!

"It's you!" The dwarf angrily boomed! "You're the Tall Folk who dares blaspheme Vulcan! Let me out so that I can punch your face until your mother can't recognize anymore!"

Ves became more pleased at the spirit shown by his test subject. The feistier they became, the higher the chance of success!

To that end, he deliberately chose to expose his appearance to his captives so that they had a target to stimulate their emotions!

The anger and unwillingness radiating from the dwarven security officer tasted as sweet as wine to Ves.

In order to push his first test subject's buttons even more, he drew out a hammer that instantly attracted the dwarf's attention.

"That hammer… that hammer! LET GO OF THAT HAMMER! IT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU! RETURN IT TO VULCAN OR RISK HIS WRATH!"

"Hehehe." Ves chuckled as he casually spun the hammer in his hand as if it was a toy. "This hammer is mine, little dwarf. Your imaginary god can't do anything to me and so can't you. If you truly want to rip this item from my grasp, then you need to become strong enough to break through your shackles! That will never happen, of course. Dwarves like you are stupid, pathetic brutes who only exist to slave away in mines."

That was one of the worst things to say to a Vulcanite!

"YOU BLASPHEMER! TALL FOLK LIKE YOU MUST DIE! GET ME OUT OF THESE LOCKS SO THAT I CAN @#$*&(@#&$—"

Ves ignored the dwarf's outburst as he activated a command that commenced his first test.

The mechanical locks forced the dwarven prisoner to march forward until he crossed a clearly marked line.

A large vertical container was placed a short distance away. It was large enough to accommodate a mech but didn't seem special in any way.

Yet as soon as the dwarf was forced to come closer, a powerful external pressure immediately began to manipulate his emotions.

His insults abruptly cut off as many of his emotions became dampened. Even his anger at the tall folk dialed down a bit, though the dwarven prisoner did his best to resist this strange influence.

Only certain emotions escaped this effect. His desire to free himself and return to the Vulcan Empire became stronger, and so did his desire to gain strength!

"I need… to become… stronger! Ahhhh!"

The glow that affected the dwarf amplified these emotions and desires to such an extent that they quickly exerted a growing amount of pressure on his mind!

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