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]

Sorry, mech. There was no time to clean it up.

Random continues to intake air deeply, still trying to calm down after the little adventure trying to get 'tied-down.'

"Shh, shh. We're okay now. We're okay." Said for his own benefit as well as hers.

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She clings in silence that's broken only by her huffs for several moments, but then finally looks up at him and frowns slightly.

[astrotechmech]

"Y-yes?"

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"We've stopped...."

[astrotechmech]

Random thinks about this for a few moments. "So we have . . ."

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"What... what does that mean?

[astrotechmech]

"A few things." //Jetfire?//

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Those wide, pale optics watch his face as Kia waits to see what he's doing.

And the ping to the Captain goes unanswered.

[astrotechmech]

Random frowns when he doesn't get an answer, fearing the worse, but he doesn't want to get up and investigate if the ship is going to do something crazy again.

He tries pinging Airazor instead.