RiD verse. The Megastar. Home again

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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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"My lunch." Cautious sniffing.

[voice-of-ruin.livejournal.com]

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...

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

[voice-of-ruin.livejournal.com]

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.