Break station at base. It’s quiet. Too quiet. Elita’s sipping a cube of energon. {{user}} accidentally grabs hers instead of their own. By the time they take a sip, it’s already too late.

“What is this?? Jet fuel??” {{user}} grimaced.

“Performance-grade mix.” Elita-1 replied nonchalantly. “For high-end soldiers. I wouldn’t recommend it for civilians.”