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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[voice-of-ruin.livejournal.com]

He growls. "You think you can just drag my subordinates off when you feel like it and bring them into aan enemy base?"

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She rolls her eyes. "I couldn't take them avay from you if I vanted to. Stop being such an aft."

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"I never suggested you could," he says coldly. "My problem is with you taking them from their posts."

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"Do you vant to shadow travel or not?" Irritation pokes them all.

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"We'll see." He suspects he had other questions, but the rush of broadcast alien emotions is distracting, and that aggravates him more. Mega-Octane turns away with a low growl. He's not going to let his frustration get the better of him. It won't last.

Rollbar is shaking his head and pulling a face at the broadcasts. Even Movor, who'd been the most enthusiastic about going shadow-slaying, is backing away with his enthusiasm dampened.

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She snorts, then dives headfirst into a shadow laying across the table and vanishes to go try and get her brain in order.

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The relief that accompanies her exit would tell Mega-Octane she was gone even without Movor's sharp "Chief!" calling for his attention.

"I know," he says, not turning around. "Good riddance."

"For now, maybe." Rollbar moves back toward the centre of the room. "Are we gonna call on her later?"

"Perhaps." Mega-Octane turns off the console. "When we're ready."

Liedherz isn't the only one who needs to sort her head out.