RiD-verse. Megatron's base. Quiet experiments.

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Liedherz cocks her head and listens to the conversation of the two Decepticons, then wanders over casually and sets down the fuel can she just took out of where she'd hidden it. "Hey, Ro-Tor, vant a drink?"

No, she's not following at Megatron's heels like a puppy right now, or sitting on the arm of his chair and ignoring or arguing with him. She's done both for days and decided that it's time for a break. Mess with Megs' head a little.

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"How do you feel?" She closes the lid and then leans on the can to look up at them.

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"Pretty good," Ro-tor reports. That nice warm sensation (yum power) has already taken over his circuits, and he's feeling kind of... what's the word, chilled? Eh.

"Yeah, it's all right," Movor says, but what might have been a noncommittal answer comes out as more of a compliment. He's feeling too good to complain right now. Ro-tor apparently finds this funny, because he snickers loudly at his partner.

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A tap on the can. "Think ve should give Armorhide some?"

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They think.

"He probably wouldn't drink it," Movor says doubtfully.

"Yeeahh," Ro-tor agrees, leaning against the shuttle-bot as he thinks. It's surprisingly difficult at the moment.

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"Und Rollbar vouldn't even think of it." She looks at the can thoughtfully. "I don't see vhy not, it's good."

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Movor hesitates, trying to work out how to say 'they're better-behaved' without saying that and using an oddly slow processor.

"They're smarter than he is," says Ro-tor, jerking a thumb at him. Movor whaps him lightly - for them, anyway.

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She smirks at that inwardly, then raps the can again. "Give me a hand putting this avay und lets go play dodgeball... vait, I know a better game."

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Movor picks the can up, because Ro-tor's not looking entirely steady on his feet. Wonder what's with him? "What game?"

"Do we even play games?" Ro-tor wonders aloud, quietly.

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"Ve vere playing dodgeball the day before yesterday." Liedherz looks up at him, then pushes at his leg to make him go the direction she wants him to. "Remember vhen you bounced me off Armorhide's head?"

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Ro-tor's visor brightens and he perks up slightly. "Oh yeah!" He can't remember the rules. Probably because he wasn't following any.

They go the way she wants them to, Movor reasoning muzzily that it's not like they've got anything better to do.

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She shows them a hidey-hole in the bowels of the ship where the can can be concealed neatly, then helps herself to space on Movor's shoulder, since Ro-tor seems to need all his strength to hold himself up right now.

"Let's go outside."

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Ro-tor's staying up well enough... just not in one position for very long. "Six's closest," he tells Movor.

"Yeah, I know." The question is, would he have remembered? Movor leads the way to the aforementioned airlock - it's not the main one, but it works. And they're out at the base of the ship.