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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The pair turn to look down at her, Movor tilting his head and frowning as if to say 'you're still here?'

Ro-tor cocks his head. "What kind of drink?"

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"Energon." She pats the can, which is nearly as big as she is, and twitches her ears in a grin.

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"Where'd you get energon from?" Movor wants to know. Ro-tor wanders over and crouches down to examine the can.

"And what kind of energon?" he asks.

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"Regular grade." She shrugs her wings and taps on the can slightly, showing that it's full.

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Ro-tor straightens up a bit. "It'll mess up our tanks."

"We've kinda been having more lately," Movor points out. Which isn't to say that he trusts what's in the can, but he's obliged to point out any objections.

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"This is good quality." Her ears go back in a scowl. "After vhat I paid for it, it had better be."

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"We aren't used to actual fuel," Ro-tor explains. "Where did you get it, anyway?"

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"I could tell you." Her ears twitch in a grin. "But then I'd have to kill you." One hand pulls the top open, letting out the scent of the contents. "Und I don't think a little bit vill hurt."

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They exchange a glance. "We could try it," Movor says.

"Sure. You go first."

"Chicken." The shuttle-bot comes over to the can.

"The guy with a lower capacity," Ro-tor corrects, letting him at it.

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Liedherz moves back, then crouches down to 'watch' with interest.

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Movor's not sure about it, but he takes the fuel line from his arm and dips it in. And he doesn't take much - just a sip or two, to see if it explodes him or anything.

It doesn't. It does taste pretty good, though...

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"Vell? Did I get cheated?"

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"I dunno... but it doesn't taste that bad." He looks up at Ro-tor. "So? Are you gonna try some or not?"

The 'copter snorts and goes ahead.

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Liedherz watches them with out seeming to, waiting to see what happens next.

Come on, guys, have more. You know you wanna!

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It does taste good, and soon they've perked up a fair bit, as evidenced by their cheery tones and slightly lessening caution about their fuel tanks.

The can's about half full still, but they seem to have reached an unspoken consensus on 'that's enough'. Or maybe they're just not so interested now that there's something in their tanks and more energy running through them.

"All right, that wasn't so bad," Movor admits, looking back at Liedherz. Ro-tor laughs a little and steps back.

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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.