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

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

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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[voice-of-ruin.livejournal.com]

It's like being connected directly to the psycho-probe, though thinking of it like that only makes it slightly less disturbing. He gives a faintly amused hrmph at the last few memories; they have the counterpart set, of course.

And there's something wrong with her interest in their success, to his mind. She's not just bowing to the inevitability of their victory - she actually wants it.

Which may be why the conviction is forming that she's insane.

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She gives him a 'look', ears back. Then sends her preference that they be successful somewhere where they wouldn't have to wreck another race of people to do it.

[voice-of-ruin.livejournal.com]

That definitely amuses him - and the other two, although they're having a harder time adjusting to the weird data influx. It wouldn't be as fun, it wouldn't be what Megatron wants - and why should Decepticons be concerned with such insignificant creatures?

"Just what were you thinking when you decided to drag Ro-tor into the Autobot base anyway?" Mega-Octane demands, resuming the spoken questions.