AHN 'verse. Tatooine. Scavenger

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"W... wait, you knew my creator?" Hot Shot winces as something Random's doing to his damaged internal components causes him to twitch, his movement making a soft scratching sound on the worn woven rug that he's laying on on the otherwise bare cave floor.

"I knew the mech who asked Primus for you," counters the massive sand-coloured stranger called Scavenger, not looking up from where he was using a torch to work a bend out of one of the younger mech's struts.

"Well, isn't that the same thing? Ow! Random, do you gotta poke there that many times?"

"No." Scavenger shakes his head and easily bends the metal in his hands back to shape. "Creators are the people who build your shell. Yours came off the assembly line."

"Way to make a guy feel unspecial," grumbles Hot Shot, but then notices that Kia is pouting at him for griping at Random and offers her a grin. "What was his name, Scavenger? What happened to him?"

"Optimus Prime. And he's dead. Nemesis Prime killed him a long long time ago." Scavenger offers the repaired strut to Random, his yellow optics calm but shadowed.

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[astrotechmech]

Fear just as quickly turns into confusion on Random's part as well. "Uh, what?" And why just you two?

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"Have you ever heard of the jedi?" asks Scavenger, still gazing out into the night.

"The servants of Primus. Yeah, there're a lot of old stories about 'em," says Hot Shot, still blinking. "Why?"

[astrotechmech]

Random's hand starts rubbing Kia's back again in an unconscious effort to "deal" with the confusion.

"Wait . . . Are you saying . . .?"

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"And Primus has always taken an interest in newsparks."

"New...." Hot Shot turns his optics toward Kia, then flicks them up to Random's face. "No slagging way...."

[astrotechmech]

A Jedi. Between finding Kia, meeting Scavenger, and hearing this last tidbit from him, Random now has had more acknowledgment of the presence of Primus then he has noticed in the past. He feels bad that he did not fully recognize it sooner and without the recent help.

"Yes, she is a newspark. A young one. She is probably not older than a few months old . . . according a one of the medics back on the ship . . ."

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"But... there hasn't been a newspark in hundreds of vorns. And the Jedi all left a long time ago." Hot Shot's optics blink as he tries to process this information. "How did you get to Cybertron to ask for her? That's the Imperial capital."

[astrotechmech]

Random watches the hand rubbing Kia's back distractedly. "No . . . We--I found her. She was floating in some debris near the ship . . ."

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"Times are changing." Scavenger's calm voice breaks across their conversation. "And we have work to do in the morning. You better shut down for the night."

Hot Shot pauses with his mouth open, but then blinks and slowly moves off the rug. "Here... Kia can have the bed."

[astrotechmech]

Scavenger's voice takes him out of his 'trance.' He had so much to think about . . .

". . . Thanks." Random moves to shift her over to the rug . . .