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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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."