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]

Random turns to Murphy when he beeps, and then looks to Kia with worry on his face. It's apparent he doesn't want her to leave. However, "Please be careful."

[random_xtras]

Those wide optics look at him with childlike trust and faith as she finishes unfastening her safety belt and jumps to her feet. "I will be."

Then she's responding to Murphy's urgent whistle and running off the bridge in the black Minicon's wake.

Out in front of them Jetfire, still in his alt mode, is swinging close to the pink femme and wagging one wing flap as he tells her to grab hold of him and he'll get her to the ship. Hot Shot seems to be trying to watch their backs, his lightsaber in hand as he turns his head and scans the area around them.

[astrotechmech]

Random watches her run off before returning to the screen in front of him where he watches the three 'bots outside and for Imperial craft.