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]

"Random? What is it?" asks Kia softly, as Hot Shot starts to move around in the mess.

[astrotechmech]

Random regretfully lets go of Kia and reaches to gingerly pull the tools out of the wall, wincing whenever he moves the arm stuck to the wall. "All the spinning damaged my tools and parts of my arm. Don't worry about it."

[random_xtras]

The little femme wibbles slightly, hiding her own damaged hand so as to not worry him. "Why are we stopped?"

[astrotechmech]

Random hasn't forgotten about Jetfire though he is trying to, and he won't let her hand slip very far from his mind either as he works to get his arm free of the wall. "We're"--Wince--"hiding."

Once he has got his arm free, he watches the tools that can slip back into their compartments and helps the ones that can't get on their own, trying not to jostle his arm in the process.

[random_xtras]

"You're hurt." A sad sad look comes into her optics.

[astrotechmech]

Random gives her back a rub with his good hand. "I think you are too . . . Can I see your hand?"

[random_xtras]

"It's not bad." She looks down, hugging the damaged servo and hiding from him a little bit.

[astrotechmech]

Random frowns a bit in concern. "Neither is my arm. If you're gonna worry about my arm, I got a right to worry about your hand . . . Please?"

[random_xtras]

She doesn't like to see him hurt. And it doesn't seem right to her for him to worry about her bent fingers when she's sure he has more damage. But she can't say no to Random's please....

So the little bent hand is slowly drawn out and offered to him.

[astrotechmech]

He doesn't like to see her hurt either, and he is hoping she is better off then he is.

Random gingerly takes her hand by the wrist with his good hand and turns her hand around to get a good visual look at her bent fingers.