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 sends back an affirmative and lets him know that he will try to hurry, which he does as he flies the Falcon over to where Jetfire is as fast--but as carefully--as his confidence in his flying abilities, the TIEs, and the distance to where Jetfire is will let him.

[random_xtras]

As soon as they're within range the black Minicon sends out the line again, only to miss on the first try. The next one, however, finds the magnetic end of the line anchored to Jetfire's armor. As the trio in the hold are reeling him in however the TIEs take note of what's going on and move in for the kill.

Only to suddenly start vanishing in showers of sparks themselves as Arcee wakes the turret gun she's seated behind.

[astrotechmech]

Random finds himself on the figurative edge of his seat as he watches first the miss and then the success, and then he gasps and almost comms Arcee before she beats him to the punch.

// . . . We really need to get out of here. Let me know when you guys are inside.//

[random_xtras]

Murphy responds with a brief databurst of a two thumbs up, and the ship shivers again slightly as the hold door clangs shut silently. The first squadron of fighters is gone now, but Commetor is beeping and deedling urgently about more coming.

[astrotechmech]

Random databursts affirmation back before directing the ship away from the Death Star at a very fast pace.

//Where to, Your Highness?// He somehow manages to hold the contempt out of his voice.