Feeling eyes upon him he stopped and turned his head to observe the white clad scientist standing outside the small cell never pausing in his tireless pacing, glowing amber optic band meeting the others eyes for a split second as he turned once he reached the end of the cell. A frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. He didn't enjoy being observed like he was some fascinating bug in a jar. It was unnerving.<br/><br/>To add insult to injury treated him like he was nothing more than a smart animal. It agitated him to no end.<br/><br/>Sky Lynx snorted at the mention of restlessness. Him resistless? Of course he was restless; he was bored out of his slagging processor. There was nothing for him to do but stare at walls or pace and it was starting to get to him. They could at the very least give him something to do along with something he could rest on. Recharging on the cold hard floor was rather uncomfortable and was starting to make his joints ache due to the pressure though he said nothing. He had learned early on the organics had no interest in carrying on a conversation with him like a civilized being much less answered any of his questions so he had stopped trying to speak to them and settled into a comfortable silence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Behavior observation?</span><br/><br/>He paused and inhaled sharply, cold tendrils of dread seeped into the back of his spark chamber. His dorsal plates lifted like the feathers of a harried falcon. Hadn't they done enough to him as it was? What humiliation did they want to force upon him this time? With a growl he slowly backed away from the wall and backed up into a corner, striking white and cobalt blue wings flaring. He was not going to go willingly.<br/><br/>Perfectly on time, the tech walked into the observation room, a clipboard tucked under one arm, brilliant white blouse matching her white lab coat, short dark hair pulled back into a neat pony tail, not a hair out of place. Like the rest of the staff she didn't ask questions other than the ones that furthered their research. "The sedative as you requested Dr. Hull. It’s a newer formula that should bring about much more immediate results then the last batch." She reached into the pocket of her lab coat and drew out a large capped syringe full of light blue fluid. Despite specimen 317's mechaniod appearance they had discovered it was techno organic nature meant it was vulnerable to chemical sedation and it had taken over a week to find the right mixture of chemicals.<br/><br/>It was just a small matter of getting the chemicals into the specimen since it was covered in metal plating. That usually meant of a high powered dart gun and a steady hand to get the thick needle into a gap or seam. They had tried sedating the specimen by pumping gas into the chamber shortly after capturing it but the specimen had shown the ability to hold its breath for an extended period of time and the gas seemed little effect on the specimen. It was unclear if it even needed to breath or just used air to help regulate its temperature. It was something that required further exploration.