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RiD verse. The Megastar. Home again

When Megatron comes to claim his chair today he finds that one arm holds an occupant that it hasn't held for quite some time. Liedherz is musing over a large mug of something dark and fragrant as she stares into space from the shadow of her hair. Her scars have faded, and she's wearing what looks like a dark grey molded halter and shorts that glint slightly under the lights.

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The Predacon looks at her for a moment as he turns and seats himself, absently moving to brush her off. "Hmph. So you did survive."

Just as absently she hooks wingclaws into the chair and holds on. "Ja."

Megatron connects to the computer, checking the ship's sensors, then gives a sniff. "What's that smell?" he asks, instantly suspicious. It's oddly familiar...

She taps her mug, then shows him a readout of rodent lifeforms present in the ship. The link is less uncomfortable than she'd done before, only an exchange of data.

He scowls, and not just at the thought of vermin in his headquarters. "And you've learned a new trick," he sneers without looking down. "Very good."

There's a small beep and half the lifesigns disappear. Liedherz sips her coffee thoughtfully. "I need to set more probes."

He harrumphs and goes back to the reports. "At least you've learned to make yourself useful."

Unlike some of the scavengers around here, he notes to himself, scowling at the Predacons' latest failure.

She snorts. "Who do you think's been bringing in most of the energy lately?"

"I'm hardly dependent on the likes of some organic pest," Megatron snaps without looking at her.

"Never said you were," she retorts into her coffee mug, her ears going back.

"And what is that disgusting liquid?"

"Decepticon fuel supplement." She drinks deeply, savoring the flavor of the warm milk and coffee and chuckling inwardly as she waits for the Commandos to discover the tank in the common room.

Megatron turns to stare at her directly. "What?"

From this it should be clear that he doesn't pay attention to their off-duty time. He'd probably be surprised to hear they had any.

She quirks an eyebrow. "Decepticon fuel supplement."

"I heard you the first time." He scowls, which is rather impressive when it's being done by a giant bat-winged Predacon. "And I don't recall the Decepticons consuming anything other than fuel."

"Vant to try it?" She drinks of her own again, then perks her ears toward something that only she can hear.

"Don't be ridiculous." He peers at her suspiciously. "What have you been putting in their fuel supplies?"

Well, after certain incidents, it's a valid conclusion to jump to...

"Nothing. I took this out." She checks the computer. "Vant another can of energon?"

"And what do you mean by that?" he growls, waving her offer aside carelessly.

Meanwhile, the tank in the common room has been discovered by a couple of intrigued Decepticons... who are scanning it, and have dispatched one of their number to fetch a dipstick.

"I took this from the tank." She drinks again, then stands and hops off the chair. "The Autobots are going to drink that energon... and it's good mid-grade."

He hmphs and draws his wings closer about him. "Then there's no reason they should keep it.

"Vould you like a shortcut to get it?" She stretches and spreads her wings, then sniffs thoughtfully at her cup as she listens to the Commandos.

He shoots her a sidelong glance over his wing. "You mean that shadow dimension."

The tank is being poked over with some interest, and Mega-Octane is on his way to have a look. He's determined to do a full chemical analysis of the contents before anything else.

"Ja. Of course." She flicks her ears and walks over to listen at the door, then wanders back and listens to the chair.

"Mega-Octane has already informed me about it." His optics narrow as his tone smooths into a thoughtful sound. "You seem very interested in promoting its use."

Liedherz shares the absolute and utter shock in the Autobot voices, trying to keep her own amusement out of the sending.

That does amuse him, though he keeps it to himself. His expression remains a frown, and Liedherz can't see it relax slightly.

"Und it's a qvick und easy trip, vith no danger of anyvone following und causing trouble on the vay back." She flicks her ears. "I vant more coffee...."

"Then you can find some and take it outside," he snaps. Her points about the trip are good ones... which makes it vastly more irritating that he's certain he shouldn't trust her.

She ignores him as usual, only passing into the shadows and then coming out in another place. In one hand is a box of energon treats with one missing, in the other is a large crab which is doing its level best to fight back. Both get dumped on a nearby table as she vanishes again to go and argue over the coffee a bit and make it more appealing.

Megatron... ignores the little meatbag's doings until the smell of crab (not unknown outside but definitely a new phenomenon in his control room) reaches his chemoreceptors. Then he turns and...

There's a crab in his control room.

Mega-Octane is busy analysing the tank's contents while Ro-tor leans against it idly, watching.

"I vant some more of that." She puts her ears back in a scowl, wings partially furled as she stands tall and annoying.

And meanwhile, the crab lays on its back and kicks.

The green Decepticon doesn't look down, though Ro-tor's gaze shifts to watch Liedherz. "And what exactly is 'that' supposed to be?"

Elsewhere, Megatron snarls and summons a Predacon to remove the pathetic thing.

"Coffee, of course." She folds her arms across her chest.

And the crab... is ready for battle.

Ro-tor blinks. "Why would you leave a tank of coffee lying around here?"

On second thought, Megatron muses, using a Predacon is more likely to result in another hideously embarrassing display of incompetence than the actual removal of the crab. And when you have energy weapons attached...

In a moment, there isn't going to be a crab.

"So I can come back vhenever I vant und drink some." She rolls her eyes as though it were obvious.

At that moment the crab gets itself flipped and makes like scarpering.

Mega-Octane snorts and lifts the tank. You shouldn't have left it here, then, should you?

The crab will now be lightly toasted to kill it. Vaporisation proper can follow. Well, it's only a tiny organic, and the radius of his weapons is... rather bigger. It can't get very far fast enough...

"Vhat are you going to do vith coffee?" She snorts back, though she knows.

Then she blinks and looks over her shoulder. "Be right back, lunch is ready."

"Dispose of it," Mega-Octane says flatly, barely heeding her disappearance as he carts the tank off to parts unknown.

She smirks inwardly at the reception her gift has received, then slips into the shadows and appears back in the command room just in time to spread her wings and block the final blast sent at the crab. "Vhat the...?"

Megatron looms over her like a giant, glowing-opticed, batwinged fiend in a shadowy hall which, as it happens, he is. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Meaning of vhut?" She picks up the roasted crab. "Ach!"

"Yes," he snarls, "that."

"My lunch." Cautious sniffing.

What's left of the crab is probably... well, not nicely cooked. But cooked, certainly. Very, very cooked.

Megatron's hand sweeps down, attempting to grab her by the wings. "This is a command centre, not a picnic area!" And you thought that smoke was coming from his weapons...

She takes a bite and chews thoughtfully, then vanishes into the shadows to go see if she can steal the Preds' ketchup.

Well. At least both of them are gone.

The Predacon commander settles back on his throne to contemplate his plans. Though perhaps there was something in the idea of taking that energon...

He scowls to himself. There will be other opportunities.

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