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]

"As much as I wish you hadn't, I appreciate the thought," he replies distractedly.

"This is gonna hurt," Random warns, putting her hurt hand in between both of his. Me as much as you it looks like, he adds in his thoughts as he carefully begins bending her fingers back to where they're supposed to be.

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Kia gasps, then shuts her optics off and bites her lower lip till she leaves huge dents in it. But finally the feedback is too much, and the little femme gives a soft whine and fades offline.

"Whoa...." Hot Shot pauses and looks at her where he's just come out of the mess. "What's going on?"

[astrotechmech]

The problem is that his own arm is damaged, so the bending takes longer then it would have had he not had to will himself in holding the arm that's damaged steady while the hand attached to his good arm did most of the work.

"Kia?!" he exclaims with shock before realization comes on his face and he lifts his head and promptly bangs it against the floor once.

He is cursing himself mentally, giving her a scan over, before he replies to Hot Shot. "Kia hurt her hand. I was trying to fix it, but since I busted my own arm it took too long and it stupidly slipped my mind that she probably doesn't have as high a pain tolerance as the rest of us."

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"Awwwww." The yellow mech kneels next to the little femme, then murmurs a quick prayer and holds his own hand over hers, a look of intense concentration coming to his faceplates.

"Okay... try now. She shouldn't feel it so bad...."

Yes, that is Hot Shot, doing a simple Jedi trick.

[astrotechmech]

Random frowns before he raises an optic ridge at what Hot Shot just did.

Random takes her hand back in his and hesitantly begins bending her fingers back in place again, trying to ignore the pain in his arm.

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"'M sorry I can't help with that too," says Hot Shot absently. "But I can only do one thing at a time yet."

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"'Sall right," he replies distractedly as he finishes bending the fingers back in place. "I'll probably start tinkering with it after I'm done with this."

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"Nnnnn. Random?" Kia's optics flicker and blink before Hot Shot can reply. "What... happened?"

[astrotechmech]

"Yes, Kia, I'm here." Random then sheepishly replies, "I . . . underestimated how painful it was going to be and you went off line . . . Which reminds me, do you have anything left in your tank?"

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"Some... of the bar... I think." She moves her head and frowns at Hot Shot, then looks at her hand.

"Just take it easy. You're gonna be okay," says Hot Shot with absent concern.

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Random sighs with relief. "Good. Though we should probably find you something so you won't run dry."

"Hot Shot provided some 'painkiller,'" Random explains.