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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-...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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It's nothing to write home about: a loaf of bread, a couple of packets of cheese and cooked meat, a rather dodgy banana... actually, it looks like someone wandered through a corner shop and scooped things up at random.

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The cheese and meat vanish at once. The banana gets sniffed and frowned over before she tries peeling it, then it follows the proteins. The bread gets set aside with the packaging.

And now she has wee head to contend with. And the 'Cons get to learn new swear words.

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Rollbar listens with head tilted slightly, Movor quite possibly taking mental notes.

Mega-Octane just waits until there's a quiet moment. "Are you done yet?" he asks coolly.

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The winged woman is crouching normally now, her ears back in a fierce scowl as she 'looks' up at him.

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Mega-Octane contacts Megatron for a moment to update him; it's probable the Predacon commander will want to view this from his command centre. "Ro-tor told us what happened," he says. "Where exactly did you take him?"

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She cocks her head, puzzled by the question. Didn't he get that from the flier?

And yes, he can feel her question.

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Mega-Octane frowns. "Then I'll rephrase that: what is this shadow place, and how do we access it?"

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"It's the shadows," she says frankly. "They're different here from where I vas born. Und you don't. Not vithout me."

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The Decepticon looms closer, glowering at her suspiciously. "Is that so?"