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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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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"What'n slag does she eat anyway?" Rollbar wonders over the hunger. Megatron's optics flare angrily.

"Whatever it is, feed the wretched creature." The Predacon commander turns and strides back towards the door, fists clenched irritably. He's not willing to spend any longer being subjected to this. "Report to me again when she's in a fit state to be of some use."

"Yes sir," Mega-Octane responds, watching Liedherz with visor narrowed.

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And then silence returns, so sudden as to nearly ring. The monitor evens out to her usual slightly elevated heart rate.

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"What, now she can control it?" Rollbar grumbles, leaning back in. Mega-Octane just watces her coolly, comming Movor to go and demand food from the Predacons. Onishi-feeding is usually their job.

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To judge from the vague ache of pain and hunger that's probably too faint for them to notice, she can't. She's just unconscious.

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"As long as it's out of our way for now," Mega-Octane growls, turning back to the computer. A quick check-in with Movor reveals that the shuttle-bot is engaged in badgering Darkscream (no doubt amid taunting that the Decepticons have a useful prisoner and the Predacons don't).

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Liedherz makes no sound or movement, though it might be noted that her colour is returning, and her temperature is rising steadily.

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After half an hour or so, the door slides open, and Movor's back again. "This better be the last errand you need running. I'm starting to feel like a pizza boy here."

"You got the food?" Rollbar asks.

Movor snorts, heading over to the table with a tiny package in hand. "I got something. She can eat it or starve."

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She's waking again, turning her head and trying to figure out how to shield the pain and hunger which is once more starting to broadcast.

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Movor winces, putting the package down. "So that's what you meant." He pokes Liedherz. "Hey, you, wake up and eat already."