ANH 'verse. Slaver's transport on Tatooine. Start the story.

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Restless, weary drones and organics rustled in the darkness of the hold, many of them uncomfortable in the heat of the world they'd landed on a few hours earlier. Over in one corner of the stinking, sweltering space two pair of glowing optics shone. The ones that were further from the floor held fear, the lower set, large and pale blue, held only patient exhaustion.

The silver femme frowned as an organic tentacle brushed against her leg, then moved her wrists in the restraining cuffs and looked up at her mentor as her soft voice broke the noisy silence.

"Random, I'm hungry."

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[astrotechmech]

He pulls his drink away again and looks down at her when Hot Shot is gone.

"So you're drink it when he's gone, are ya?" he asked, teasing her a bit good-naturedly, "Remember not to take it in too quickly. You don't want to have to purge your tank because you took it in too quick for it to handle."

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Her optics brighten and her mouth turns up at the corners as she nods, and then she looks down at the cube seriously. "Okay."

Very slowly and carefully, she starts to drink, not even twitching as a shout of Wheeljack laughter comes from outside.

[astrotechmech]

"That's a good girl." He smiles down at her. He is about to return his attention to his own drink when he hears the laughter. Curiousity almost pulls him to look outside, but his body reminds him that he's tired and needs to finish his drink . . .