TG-'verse, Repair Bay, Imperial Palace of Chaar, continued

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Showtime's optics powered up again. She had been recharging quietly, with Runt near her on the berth. She yawned a bit, moving her hand over her mouth, even as she began to clear the recharge-haze from her processor.

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There's a soft rustle of paper, and then a calm alto voice inquires, "How do you feel?"

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Showtime blinks a bit, sitting up. "Better than I was feeling..." She tilts her head a bit, curious, "Who are you?"

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The tall femme's mouth twitches slightly as she looks her guest over for any sign of ailment. "My designation is Threnody. I'm in charge around here."

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Showtime nods, a small smile on her faceplates, "Runt mentioned you...I'm Showtime...it's nice to meet you." She's in relatively good condition, despite all that she's been through recently, and it shows in the angle of her doorwings, which are held in a relaxed, but alert position.

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"Rumble and Laserbeak told me what they'd learned of you." Threnody's smile shows now, and even holds some affection as she looks down at the little Seeker who's still curled up and recharging deeply.

She's polite, even rather warm and friendly. But she also carries herself with the grave unconscious dignity of one who has been nearly worshiped from her creation.

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Showtime nods, expression going somber. "Even the part about my capture and what happened after?" She's not proud of what she's done, especially not the parts where she hurt Desinex time and again. The most recent incident is still fresh in her processor.

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"No," says Threnody gently. "Desinex told me that."

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Whatever answer Showtime was expecting, it clearly wasn't that. She blinks a bit, before frowning, "Is...Is she okay?"

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"She was well on the way to being physically whole when I saw her last. The Autobot Chief Medical Officer repaired the damage that she'd sustained."

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Showtime nods, "That's good..." Her doorwings relax a bit, "I just hope she can forgive me...I wouldn't blame her if she didn't..."

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Threnody tosses her book into subspace. "I don't think you have to worry about that."

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Showtime frowns a bit, not sure whether or not to believe Threnody. "What makes you say that? I mean...I tried to kill her...several times...I nearly killed two of her friends...as well as trying to take out her commanding officer...I'm not proud of any of that..."

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"Because the last concern that she spoke to me of was how she could determine whether or not your processor had been tampered with," says the purple femme calmly.

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Showtime blinks a bit before shaking her head with a small chuckle. "Desinex...was always more optimistic than I was...I'm glad she hasn't given up hope..."

Doorwings return to normal position, "So...how bad off was I? I know something was in my processor, and that it was taken out...but a lot of what I remember...it's fuzzy..."

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"You were sporting a Cerebro shell, which seems to have started malfunctioning," says Threnody. "I suspect Laserbeak to have had a hand in that, but he's vanished again, so I can't confirm the theory."

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"Somehow...that really doesn't surprise me..." Showtime frowns, "I mean...I remember trying to escape when the Decepticons tried to convince me to join them...then I got shot at...next thing I know, I'm all but going 'Hail Megatron!' half the time..." she sighs a bit. "I don't get it..."

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"Cerebro shells function as a programming override of sorts. They bring you under the control of the being who created them." Threnody reaches over to the table and picks up a small cube of very high quality low grade energon. "You should top up your fuel reserves. Pitstop was most adamant that you should do so."

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Showtime raises an optic ridge, before shaking her head a bit. Upon sighting the cube of energon, she nods. "Probably wouldn't do to frag off the medic, right?" She chuckles a bit, doorwings showing her amusement. Something occurs to her then, "When do you think I'll be able to see Desinex?"

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"He wouldn't challenge me." She hands over the fuel, her optics dropping to Runt as he stirs and murmurs slightly. Then she lifts them again to meet Showtime's. "As soon as you're cleared to return to your reality, I would imagine."

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Showtime chuckles a bit, accepting the fuel and sipping at it. Her attention is diverted momentarily to Runt, but then she looks up when Threnody begins speaking again. She nods a bit, smiling. "Here's hoping that the time passes quickly..."

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"You're free to go." Threnody pokes the sleeping Seekerling with absent curiosity, her mouth twitching as he murmurs again. "As soon as you feel sufficiently recovered."

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Showtime nods, smiling a bit as she watches Threnody and Runt. "Alright then..." She stretches a bit, before frowning. "Um...I'm not exactly sure how to get home though..."

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The young Empress nods toward the table where the energon cube had been. "That PINpoint is set to your reality, with coordinates that will leave you a few miles away from the Ark."

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Showtime smiles and nods, "Thank you...I appreciate the help and kindness given to me...As well as the opportunity for a second chance..."

She tilts her head, reaching for the device in order to examine it carefully. "Alright...how do I work it?"

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Threnody inclines her head slightly, one hand going toward the small mark that she wears on her upper arm as she gives the little teleporter to the blue femme. "It is the will of Primus. And you walk five paces away from anyone that you don't wish to bring along, and then press the green button."

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Showtime nods again, smiling, before carefully getting off the berth, and moving the correct distance away. She waves a bit, before pushing the green button and vanishing in a swish and flash.