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randomplaces2008-01-21 12:20 am
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RiD 'verse. The Megastar. One week after Ro-tor's return from the shadows
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.
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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He's about done when an added complication strides in the door, prompting Mega-Octane too look up sharply and Rollbar to step back out of the way swiftly. Megatron doesn't look happy to see what's been done with his repair bay. They both know he'd be angrier if they'd failed.
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Then the fear fades into calm silence.
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"Well?" Megatron glares down at her.
"Sir," Mega-Octane acknowledges with a nod. "Her condition is stable. And she's already regained consciousness," he adds, looking down at Liedherz.