Silver to Gold [Metal Drive]

"Hm. For now, simply call me 'General'."

There was too much at risk for Denryu to simply reveal his face now - or even his more commonly-used code name. No, the less Silver knew about the organizational structure around them, the better. Silver's eyes wouldn't be able to glean too much about Denryu's appearance, either: the cloak was light and opaque, able to conceal much of the man's shape.

Indeed, this was the second time they've met - even if both were under unfortunate circumstances. "Honestly, I do come across as the 'memorable' type. As I understand it, my comrades have already informed you of our offer. That said, you may find the methods used to draw the lightning to the surface... unpleasant."

Angel, in the background, gave a snort. "Like it or not, you aren't a Xros like we are. You can't just learn to 'shoot a lightning bolt' and hope for it to work if your body's not designed for it."

"Nor are we going to set about modifying your body. Our method is going to much much more direct - thanks to a tool we were able to procure from the mountains in another job. Simply put... we are going to wrench that data to your outer levels."

"Its a matter of the tools that we have on hand. The method has been vetted, at least."

Well... that didn't exactly inspire confidence, but what choice did Silver had? He was goaded into this entire process, and it wasn't even entirely clear that he was allowed to leave. In fact, where even was this place? Hospitality and understanding or not, the General still held all the chips in this situation. All the Silvermon could do was pry for information.

"We'll be starting tomorrow, roughly 9:00 in the morning. By our estimate, it should take an hour or two." As requested, he didn't entertain that last question, though Angel did: "'More likely than not'. You have something we want, Silver - we aren't going to risk that on some unknown device."

"Angel." With that one word from the General, the Renamon simply rolled her eyes, before returning a nod. The General's attention returned to the wolf. "Now that you're aware, its better that its in a place you can control - rather than brewing inside. Guru's starting the tipping point... its only going to get worse, without intervention."

'What then'?

It was such a simply worded question, but hearing it put out like that, the General would shake his head. "Then? You control it - or try to. We really don't have a choice at that point. After all, we're dealing with the essence of a Sovereign."

"He might be making this sound more difficult than it is - but honestly, we don't know how 'big' it is. If there's not a lot, it might just fizzle out - and you'll be back to your boring, smithy self."

But if it was more? Well, that much wasn't too clear at this point - nor was their intention with what to do with the wolf.

"Our intentions might change depending on the results of the experiment. All you need to know at this point is that Sovereign data has a unique signal - even at 'equal' levels to a normal Digimon."

"So for now, and for what its worth, think of yourself as a cheap radio." Angel chuckled. "Relax, we don't have anything too bad planned for you. But it might be a bit of rough work..."

"Hm? You're up?"

Around 8:10, the Renamon had come back around to check on their captive. Seeing that Silver was at least sitting up, if not taking stock of the room around them, the fox would tilt her head out of the room. "Alright, c'mon. Food's up, though I hope you're not expecting anything fancy. You need coffee?" At the very least, they weren't going to deprive their guest of breakfast... even if it was just toast, jam, and butter. Metal Drive was far off of their prime, at this point, and had to make ends meet as they could.

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It wouldn't take long for 9:00 to roll around. A good ten minutes earlier, Guru would have found Silver, and led him on deeper into the base. The wolf would get somewhat a better idea of how this place was built... some sort of circular building, with rooms dotting each side of the hallway.

Had he been here before? It might have felt familiar, to some extent. As Guru would turn to the right, they'd reach another door, leading into a largely-cleared-out storage room. There, they see the general off to the side, as well as a Kokuwamon, working away at the wiring on some sort of metal platform.

"And... that should do it..." Volt would step back, setting a soldering tool aside. The General would nod - and look back towards Silver. "Hm, decent timing, too. Silver, this might not look like too much - but this is what was described to us as a Siphon. Its primary purpose being to extract spirits from the cores of Digimon... though we managed to cull the group that was using it for that purpose."

"Quite an invasive piece of tech, in their hands... and its going to be the same here. It'll be a matter of how closely integrated or 'recognizable' the foreign data is compared to your own..." And the machine sighed, shaking his head, "And either way, its not going to be pleasant. But it'll work."

"I would recommend sitting on the platform."

There was an unspoken part to that: he really couldn't imagine Silver being able to stay on his feet for very long, once the process started. The General would give a nod to Volt, and the Kokuwamon would look over to Silver. "Right, right - this way. We have to get everything set in place first..."

Overall, it wouldn't take too long, but maybe Silver would be surprised at the sheer extent of it. There was the siphon itself - essentially a small, metallic platform - but there was also a metal 'cuff' placed around each of his wrists, attached by wires to the siphon. A similar device was attached to each ankle - enough slack given so it wouldn't restrict Silver's movement, but it begged to question the initial design of this machinery. Past this, a number of diodes were affixed to the chest, to keep track of the demon's vitals.

In all, he might end up feeling just a bit 'trapped' as he was made to sit on the platform, the Kokuwamon moving over to the machine's control panel. Denryu would give a nod:

"As much as possible, maintain steady breathing. We will be monitoring your condition from here - all you need to do is keep yourself together. Now... three... two..."

One... and the Kokuwamon would flip the switch - a surge of energy flowing into Silver's body.

It was definitely a grotesque display, to say the least.

The Siphon's work was efficient, but not pretty. Silver's data remained in flux throughout the entire process - at its peaks, he was monstrously powerful, but at its valleys, he was weaker than the barest rookie. Volt found himself stepping back, as the masked tamer looked on. "Tch... don't you think this is a bit much, boss?"

"Do you really think we have the luxury to drag this out?"

The Kokuwamon gave a shrug, shaking his head with a sigh. It was clear that the General wasn't in a mood to argue, and throughout the entire process, a good three hours of it, the group would continue to observe. The Kokuwamon switched shifts with a Devidramon, who then switched shifts with the Renamon - Angel being there as the Siphon finally ran its course.

With the machine whirring down, the Renamon raised a brow, and then a finger up to her ear. "D? It's done."

"I'll be right down." A voice crackled in her ear - had the radio been damaged by the latent static in the room? "Ground out the current."

"Yeah, yeah..." The fox sighed, reaching into a box, pulling out a long pair of thick, rubber gloves. She'd step forward, and plucked the Silvermon up in her arms - and even through that shielding? She felt her fur stand up on edge, an annoying amount of static building up in her fur. Gritting her teeth, the fox hauled him off of that metal platform - and right onto a bare section of concrete, on his back, positioning him to have a maximum area of contact against the floor.

"Hmph. You able to hear me at all, wolf?"

Water?

As the Renamon watched electricity still stand off of the Silvermon's fur, the fox gave a sigh, and rested the back of her gloved hand against the wolf's shoulder. Her fur still stood up a little bit, but after a moment's observation, she gave a shrug. Turning the corner, she'd come back with a sport water bottle - the plastic a nice, relatively non-conductive polymer - and offered it to the wolf.

"To answer your question - and a few you haven't asked yet - about four hours. Give yourself about five minutes before trying to stand up. And as far as I can tell, the procedure worked about as well as we could have hoped."

That was definitely a lot to drop on a probably-loopy Silver, but that was about how it was. "At the very least, there's nothing more the siphon can do. Good thing as well, because you about fried the fucking thing..." Curious, she'd chance tapping a nail near Silver's shoulder, only to wince as a bit of static 'cracked' and shot up through her claw. Like a well-primed Tesla Coil, it shot right up through her arm, the fox taking a moment to shake it out.

"I wouldn't take a shower yet. I'd give you a towel to draw out the static, but it might catch fire."