ANH 'verse. The Death Star. Waiting . . . waiting . . .

[astrotechmech]

Random turns the swivel chair back and forth, back and forth. 'Lock the door,' they said! 'Hope they don't have blasters,' they said! Well, the door is locked, and the Astrotroopers certainly have blasters! It is just going be only a matter of time before they discover that fact and try to blast the door open!

On top of that it turns out Princess Arcee is here. In the detention block. Awaiting termination. Jetfire and Hot Shot are seeing if they can prevent that. Nobody else from the ship was listed in the computer's databanks though.

Random stops moving the chair like an irritated organic does its tail, sighs, and rubs his face, grieving the loss of his crewmates.

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[random_xtras]

That gets him a very solemn head shake.

[astrotechmech]

"I thought not," he replies. "Weapons are very dangerous things to start tinkering with, especially when you're not familiar with them."

He then carefully checks it over to make sure she didn't accidentally mess with the settings in a dangerous way.

[random_xtras]

Dangerous, no. But she definitely did activate the thing, as the whir indicates.

"It doesn't look like a blaster." She looks at it, a little wary now though still curious. Her hands are tucked behind her back to show that she's heard him and is obeying.

[astrotechmech]

Well then, he will deactivate the thing until he figures out what to do with it.

Random appreciates her cautious actions. "Not one of those big bulky ones the Astrotroopers lug around, no. Guns like this one are designed to be able to fit into onboard storage compartments."

[random_xtras]

She nods, wide optics intent as she soaks up the information. "Will I need to protect you?"

[astrotechmech]

Random pats the compartment he put his gun into. "He gave me one, too, and I've had some blaster training. So hopefully it won't come to that, but . . ."

[random_xtras]

"But?" says Kia, feeling a little frightened.

[astrotechmech]

Random makes a sound that's the equivalent of a human clearing his throat. "But obviously things can go in an . . . unwanted direction."