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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[astrotechmech]

"That's right." Random puts his brick between his dental plates again, so he can have both hands supporting her as he walks over to the chair and prepares to sit down once he has made sure it isn't going to collapse under them.

[random_xtras]

She sobers and leans against him after he's seated, remembering that crew of rough-edged but friendly mechs who had been her extended family for such a short time.

[astrotechmech]

Random absently starts rubbing her back again as eats his energon brick, getting lost in his thoughts.

[random_xtras]

The sound of gnawing pauses and Murphy looks over at them with a quizzical beep, his head tilted.

[astrotechmech]

He looks away from the wall he was staring at when Murphy stops eating and looks at the Minicon instead. "We're just thinking about the old days long gone."

[random_xtras]

[Teammates?] asks the tiny mech, sympathy in his optics.

[astrotechmech]

"Yeah," he replies sadly, still rubbing her back.