AHN 'verse. Tatooine. In search of wings.

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Mos Eisley. Some would call it a space port. A few hardy sparks call it home. But for most Mos Eisley is nowhere on the edge of nothing. A place to be lost and forgotten. A place where no dreams die, because no one has energy to bother dreaming.

And a place where you can usually find many types, though it usually doesn't hold as many Autotroopers as are currently patrolling the streets.

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[astrotechmech]

Random did not like this. He did not like this one bit! It was bad enough being on an unfamiliar planet that ate people!, but now he was on an unfamiliar planet with a very familiar enemy! If his alt mode didn't give him away, then his twitchy-ness would!

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Scavenger trundles along, Kia sitting on his roof with his poncho wrapped around her shoulders and Hot Shot a subdued shadow at his flank. He pauses when one of the Troopers hails him and approaches. "May I help you?"

"We're looking for two Astrotechs," says the white and black mech, giving Random and Kia's ident codes and looking up at the little femme confidently.

Scavenger blinks his lights, which attracts the Trooper's attention.

"These are not the techs you're looking for," says Scavenger quietly.

"...These are not the techs I'm looking for," repeats the Trooper a little blankly.

"They're probably not even on the planet. Or if they are the sands have taken them."

"They're probably not even on the planet. Or if they are the sands have taken them."

"Yes." Scavenger switches off the light. "Thank you for the directions, Trooper. Have a nice day."

"Right." The Autotrooper blinks, then nods and turns on his heel to walk away.

"Alright," says Hot Shot softly. "That answers the Jedi question."

[astrotechmech]

Oh no. Random tenses up. We're doomed.

Random sighs with relief, releasing his tension, and drops a little in his hovering once the Trooper is gone. "Definitely. That was amazing."

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"There's the cantina." Scavenger ignores their comments and turns toward one listing, faded building that looks no different from its siblings. //We should be able to find a ride off planet there.//

[astrotechmech]

"Wonderful," Random comments sarcastically. He got the feeling that the mechs inside were definitely gonna be as rough as the rest of this planet.

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Jetfire idly watches as the serving drones carry off Demolisher's smoking remains, wondering if anyone's going to bother putting the greedo's spark into a new shell. He himself doesn't care either way, though the guy was a relatively good Sabac player.

He's putting his gun back in the holster when a shadow falls across his table. "I'm not the guy you're lookin' for. Go away."

"Jetfire?" says Scavenger calmly. "How much do you want for four fares off planet?"

The white, red, and gold mech looks up with a frown. "You talkin' about the Minicons, or you big guys?"

"Spark scanner. Nice. Fine. How much for eight fares?"

[astrotechmech]

Random still has his hand protectively on Kia's shoulder from when they had first come into the cantina and he had steered her away from the other rather drunken mechs and organics currently occupying the place.

He watches the drone take Demolisher's remains with a variety of emotions plastered on his faceplate including mild shock and then looks at the mech responsible with a wary look, unconsciously pulling Kia closer to him and glancing at Scavenger to see if he was actually serious thinking about hiring him.

Scavenger's conversation with the mech, "Jetfire," just confirms it.

'Spark scanner.' Paranoid, not very trusting, or just not trustworthy?

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"Nah. The little guys ride free." Jetfire eyes Random, then drops his optics to Kia and makes a little clicking sound as he winks at her. "But I might have to charge extra for danger compensation."

[astrotechmech]

The look Random gives back is distrustful and the wink Jetfire had given her doesn't exactly help.

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"Danger compensation?" asks Scavenger, one brow ridge lifting calmly.

"Yeah. I hear there's a couple of Rebel astrotechs on the loose. The Imps have a reward out for 'em and everything." Jetfire crosses his arms across his chestplate.

"I hear there's a Hutt with a price on your head," returns Scavenger quietly.

[astrotechmech]

Man, was he glad he covered his symbol back up. A reward. Good grief! They were gonna have bounty hunters after them!

Despite his thoughts, he's able to mostly keep his look schooled into a distrustful one.

Oooo. Well played.

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Jetfire's optics flash slightly. "If you weren't friends with the little people I'd...."

"Not in front of the newspark."

"...Say what??"

[astrotechmech]

Random's gaze snaps to Scavenger. Why'd he--?!

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Jetfire's yellow optics study Random, and then dismiss him before dropping to Kia, who frowns at him shyly as she leans against her mentor. "You're slaggin' me. Primus hasn't made anybody new in vorns."

"Well now he has. And she doesn't need to hear that kind of thing," says Scavenger, a hint of danger in the corner of his voice.

Jetfire looks at the little femme again, then once more studies Random before nodding. "Four hundred creds. O nine hundred clicks tonight. Make sure you don't bring any tails."

"Alright." Scavenger turns to herd the others out to where Hot Shot is waiting in the street.

[astrotechmech]

Well, Random may have disagreed with Scavenger on telling him about Kia, but he did seem to care about her wellbeing and it did get them a ride.

Random allows himself to get herded, guiding Kia with his hand on her shoulder.

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A soft beeping comes from inside the old mech as they walk, and he snorts softly. "If you think you could have gotten a better deal you should have come out and negotiated, Rollbar."

More beeping.

"Hey, you're riding free." Scavenger stops and transforms, then heads off down the street.