RiD 'verse. The Megastar. One week after Ro-tor's return from the shadows

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There's little sound in the repair bay except the beeping of life-support equipment. It's an odd set of machines by the base's standards, small and designed for the wrong kind of life form entirely. For now, though, the Decepticons have a use for it.

Liedherz is on the table, connected up to the machines. She's stable enough, now, though her skin is still paled into a grey tone and anyone with thermal vision can see she's cold for an organic. Mega-Octane is standing at the far side of the room, making plans at the console. He's only paying distant attention to the readings from the machines. They do, however, have a pair of optics on her: Rollbar is still leaning against the wall, watching and waiting.

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And suddenly both mechs experience a sensation of a tearing, crawling sensation in their shoulders and abdomens.

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Rollbar jerks up, looking instinctively to Mega-Octane. The bigger Decepticon has frozen in place, visor flaring as he demands an answer from his subordinates - Movor in particular. Data transmission like that is the shuttle's usual business.

But none of them can shed any light on it, and the subcommander's mind is already analysing the situation and turning towards other possibilities...

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Confusion, wariness, surprise, and a cold so intense as to be painful....

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Mega-Octane turns and strides over to the table, folding his arms and glaring down at Liedherz. He thinks these sensations are alien, that they don't belong to the Decepticons...

...but it's rather hard to be sure when he's feeling so disoriented.

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More confusion and cold. And then....

-Vhat the @#$%&$#??-

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-Vhat....- The thought is faint, but carries all her usual mocking tone. -Vhat's the idea of vasting energy... on me?-

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"Oh, Ro-tor told us some very interesting things," Megatron informs her, leaning forward slightly. "And it seems we might have a use for you after all."

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She snorts and projects amusement, but then suddenly everyone in the room is hit with a wave of hunger so intense as to bring on vertigo. The monitor still attached to her chest beeps distress as her heart races.

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The Decepticons reel a bit, but Megatron holds still, growling. "Stop that at once, fleshling!" He's used to some hunger, but that doesn't mean he likes it - much less the fact that someone else is intruding on his mind.

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Her chest is heaving with obvious distress, and she's shaking. She'd gladly stop, and a part of her mind that's not overwhelmed by illness is raging at the weakness. But there's nothing she can do.

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-...Let me get online....- Her wings move, breaking free of whatever had been used to hold them straight while they healed. -Ugh.-

She coughs and rolls onto her side, ears back and eyes blinking, then shudders massively and wraps herself in her wings. "Ro-tor?"

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"He's-" mine "-fine," Movor says, the orange glare of his visor brightening for a second. "And you've got a lot of questions to answer once you stop feedin' us data we don't want."

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-Did I ever say othervise, slaghead?- "Vhere's the food?"

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Movor stiffens slightly as he hears her in his head, though he assumes she's talking about the questions. "Here." He flicks the package across the table towards her.

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She tears it open and examines the contents with her fingers, ears back in a frown.

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"Is vhich so?" she asks irritably, though she knows and is keeping her mind as blank as possible to keep from broadcasting the fact. This sudden onslaught of techno-telepathy has her chilled.

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"Exactly what's to stop us from reaching it?" He's not going to get irritable now. He's just going to keep questioning her until she answers.

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"I don't know," she snaps. "Let's see you do it."

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"Then why don't you tell us how?"

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"Because I can't. It's part of me. I can do it, but I can't teach anyvone else to do it."

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"How loud the Autobots vould yell." She absently runs her fingers through an arm mane under the shelter of her wings.

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He growls. "You think you can just drag my subordinates off when you feel like it and bring them into aan enemy base?"

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She rolls her eyes. "I couldn't take them avay from you if I vanted to. Stop being such an aft."

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"I never suggested you could," he says coldly. "My problem is with you taking them from their posts."

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"Do you vant to shadow travel or not?" Irritation pokes them all.