randomplaces | Nexus. The Black Dog bar. Alive again, or newly alive.

She sits at the bar, idly dabbling a finger in her cube of mid-grade blue as she listens to the comings and goings and the talk and laughter all around her. She can make sense of what she hears now, since Scattor gave her a little of his own programming... an 'operating system', he'd called it. So she knows what's going on here, and she knows how to use this body she's found herself in.

She still doesn't know what she was created for.

Nothing is random. Scattor says this, and she finds that she strongly believes it herself now that she's capable of believing anything. Yet here she is with a superbly equipped body and a functioning processor inhabited by the memories and personality of a dead organic femme and the quirky jokes of a former Decepticon turned Guardian Fae.

Her ears quiver softly in a smile as she thinks of her mentor. She still hasn't figured him out, but she thinks she likes him. As much as she likes anything yet.

There's a whimper and a little yip from her left, and her hand goes out unerringly to scratch the ears of the hybrid Maximal sparklet that the bar is named for. "Ach, Pooka, is everyvone ignoring you again?"

There's a good-natured snort from Nemesis, and Liedherz's ears move with amusement as she lowers her head to nuzzle the fuzzy youngster.

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"You're audio-dependent," he says, turning back to the bar and leaning his elbow on it. "It's about as to figure out as why Ro-tor likes a clear line of sight so much."

"Vhatever." Both ears go back as she drinks deeply and then sets the cube down, noting to herself that it smells and tastes just a bit cleaner. Nemesis gave her a better vintage the second time around. "Vhat do you vant?"

"Everything you know about our future," Mega-Octane replies bluntly, before he takes a first slug of his drink. He's unhurried in getting there, but he's direct in his path.

She gives a snort of contemptuous laughter. "I vread minds und valk through shadows. I don't see ze future."

He makes a dismissive noise. I didn't come all this way to buy that slag. "You think I'm that much of a fool, do you? This is the Nexus, Liedherz. When you eavesdrop here mere time is irrelevant."

"So go und eavesdrop und leave me alone." She turns a shoulder toward him.

Now wouldn't that be pointless?

He speaks in the tone he uses for his underlings when they show wilful stupidity, the one that carries a note of warning behind the forced patience. His more forcible tactics aren't an option here, of course. "Or you can just tell me what I want to know, and neither of us has to hear each other's voice again."

She snorts again and returns her attention to her drink.

"You're determined to do this the hard way." He sets his cube down and turns to study her coolly. "Why?"

"I vant nothing to do vith you und your brainless lackies. Und I am under no obligation to have anything to do vith you." Her voice drips ice. "You vished to be free of mien predecessor, und you succeeded in that. Go und be free of me as vell."

"Predecessor?" His visor narrows, and then lightens as he gives a growling chuckle. "Oh, I see..."

Mega-Octane leans forward and lowers his voice. "As I told you: I'm not trying to have anything to do with you after this. Give me the truth and I'll walk away now."

"Start valking, und vhile you're at it, go to...." She stops as Nemesis shoots her a warning look.

He sits back a little, leaning on the counter and sipping his cube. "I'm waiting."

Nexus. The Black Dog bar. Alive again, or newly alive.

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