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random_xtrasLiedherz is ignoring Megatron's demands for information as she stands in the shadows to one side of the Autobot command room with Ro-tor sitting on her hip under her wing. One ear is perked toward him as the other flicks to catch everything that's going on in front of them, and her face is totally blank with concentration.
Ro-tor's sullenly trying once again to ignore the state he's in, and to avoid cowering from the enemies who are suddenly, undeniably far more powerful. He can't refuse to come here, if it's the only way to be useful. But he can hate the place and every being in it. And does.
And then, inexplicably, Liedherz chuckles.
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Ro-tor's sullenly trying once again to ignore the state he's in, and to avoid cowering from the enemies who are suddenly, undeniably far more powerful. He can't refuse to come here, if it's the only way to be useful. But he can hate the place and every being in it. And does.
And then, inexplicably, Liedherz chuckles.
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random_xtrasLiedherz: *working the psycho probe on Dr. Onishi with the little redhead's help*
Ro-tor: *fiddling with the dials as he knows Mega-Octane does*
Liedherz: *Listening* That's gut. *ear toward the camera* How's that, Megatron?
Megatron: Yes, yes... that's very interesting... *filtering through random images and mental blocks*
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Ro-tor: *fiddling with the dials as he knows Mega-Octane does*
Liedherz: *Listening* That's gut. *ear toward the camera* How's that, Megatron?
Megatron: Yes, yes... that's very interesting... *filtering through random images and mental blocks*
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random_xtrasBlackout comes online slowly and blinks up at the ceiling/sky, her senses screaming so loudly with pain that she's deaf to anything else. It takes her a moment to remember where she is, but then she recalls picking a fight with the femme Prime and winces.
-Note to self. Don't try to slag things you can't even touch.-
She turns her head with an effort, and is a little surprised to see a few pieces of her shell laying a short distance away from her. Then she notice the puddle that she's laying in and stares at it with morbid fascination.
-I'm slagging bleeding to death.-
She should be upset about that... right? Or someone should be.... She can't remember who, though.
-Tired. That's not good.-
The black femme tries to push herself up, only to discover to her utter shock that one of the bits of her that's laying over there is the arm that she needs to be able to sit up.
She blinks and tries to think of a solution to the problem, but then her head drops back to the beaten and soaked ground.
-Doesn't hurt anymore... not good.-
Her optics shutter.
-Note to self. Don't try to slag things you can't even touch.-
She turns her head with an effort, and is a little surprised to see a few pieces of her shell laying a short distance away from her. Then she notice the puddle that she's laying in and stares at it with morbid fascination.
-I'm slagging bleeding to death.-
She should be upset about that... right? Or someone should be.... She can't remember who, though.
-Tired. That's not good.-
The black femme tries to push herself up, only to discover to her utter shock that one of the bits of her that's laying over there is the arm that she needs to be able to sit up.
She blinks and tries to think of a solution to the problem, but then her head drops back to the beaten and soaked ground.
-Doesn't hurt anymore... not good.-
Her optics shutter.
random_xtrasLiedherz is crouched in the sun near the Megastar, staring into space as she listens to things around her and from the computer and the 'Cons, and under the shade of her wing is hunkered a serious little redhead with a small iced smoothy in his little hands. He was upset at not being able to take his turn on watch and she didn't want him overheating.
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random_xtrasWhen 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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alterrainterror.livejournal.comThere'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.
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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random_xtras((Warning: This gets a bit bloody.))
She'd finally found her way home. It had been a hellish journey as she had dragged her mangled and bleeding form through the back hallway of the Megastar, but she'd finally reached the hole in the wall and managed to wedge herself far back inside where no one would be able to reach her.
Now she's still, her skin greyish as her temperature drops. She knows she's going into shock, but she can also feel the faint tingle of her healing factor trying to work.
-(Starsinger, help me, please,)- she thinks hazily, grateful that at least she can no longer feel the pain.
Then her eyes close and she's still.
And out in the hallway she's left a trail of blood.
She'd finally found her way home. It had been a hellish journey as she had dragged her mangled and bleeding form through the back hallway of the Megastar, but she'd finally reached the hole in the wall and managed to wedge herself far back inside where no one would be able to reach her.
Now she's still, her skin greyish as her temperature drops. She knows she's going into shock, but she can also feel the faint tingle of her healing factor trying to work.
-(Starsinger, help me, please,)- she thinks hazily, grateful that at least she can no longer feel the pain.
Then her eyes close and she's still.
And out in the hallway she's left a trail of blood.
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random_xtrasLiedherz cocks her head and listens to the conversation of the two Decepticons, then wanders over casually and sets down the fuel can she just took out of where she'd hidden it. "Hey, Ro-Tor, vant a drink?"
No, she's not following at Megatron's heels like a puppy right now, or sitting on the arm of his chair and ignoring or arguing with him. She's done both for days and decided that it's time for a break. Mess with Megs' head a little.
No, she's not following at Megatron's heels like a puppy right now, or sitting on the arm of his chair and ignoring or arguing with him. She's done both for days and decided that it's time for a break. Mess with Megs' head a little.
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