AHN 'verse. Tatooine. Scavenger

[random_xtras]

"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]

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

[random_xtras]

"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 . . .