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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Armorhide is knocked back by the blast - Movor's lasers weren't on full power, but those things are strong. He's not badly hurt, thanks to his tough shell, but he is annoyed.

"Movor!" he yells.

The shuttle wavers, cursing, then drops sulkily down to ground level, leaving Ro-tor to continue his awkward pursuit of their target.

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Who is laughing heartily as she jigs and zags, and even as she misjudges her position and puts another dent in the side of the base.

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Armorhide does not like that sound. "And you! Get down here!" He turns back to Movor as the white Decepticon approaches, looking shifty. "What the slag's going on with you two?"

Movor shrugs, trying to ignore the headache he's getting. "Just screwin' around..."

Armorhide scowls and bats him upside the head; Movor gives a pained 'ow!' and staggers back, rubbing it.

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Liedherz launches off the side of the ship and nearly takes Armorhide's head off.

Ears back, she decides to sit on his shoulder and listen to what's going on. He can pull her off if he wants to lose paint.

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Armorhide growls at her, but his irritation is all for the others right now. "What's the matter with you? You're falling around like Gasskunk after a battle!" Ro-tor lands in a heap and scrambles up again. Armorhide glares at him. "See what I mean?"

Movor groans. "Yeah, I see."

"So? You gonna explain it or do I have to knock it out of you?"

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Liedherz is watching curiously, wondering herself at their reaction and making up theories.

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Movor grumbles and rubs his head. "All right, all right. We drank some energon-"

Armorhide makes a disgusted noise. "Where the slag did you get energon?"

"Where else?" Movor nods at Liedherz. "The organic brought it in."

Armorhide glares at Liedherz. "And you drank it?"

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"I understood that vas the proper energy source for you lot." She puts her ears back.

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"We're supposed to put it in the converters," Armorhide reminds them, getting sheepish looks from the flyers, insofar as they can manage the expression (although whether Ro-tor is able to tell what he's being sheepish about is up for debate).

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"The vhatnow?" She perks.

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Armorhide grumbles but doesn't answer her, glaring at the flyers.

"Got it," Movor says, going from sulky to contrite in 0.2 seconds. With the pounding in his head, he doesn't have time to waste. Ro-tor nods agreement (though to what is hard to tell). "OK, OK, we'll do that next time."

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"So it's not the vright fuel." Her ears go back.

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"It's not what we're supposed to do with it, more like," Armorhhide grumbles. "You guys had better get straightened up before Mega-Octane catches you."

Movor winces and backs away. "Yeah..."