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]

"But don't choke yourself in the process." Random resumes working on his arm.

[random_xtras]

"I won't. How many should I eat?" She pauses to look at her half-consumed brick, brow ridges quirking.

[astrotechmech]

"As many as it takes to get your tank close to full," he says, keeping his focus on his work. Hopefully without making you sick in the process.

[random_xtras]

"Okay. ...Do I have to eat them all before I help you?"

[astrotechmech]

Random manages a chuckle, despite the pain he's putting himself through. Apparently, he is trying to focus on happier things. "Not all of them, but I would rather you fill your tank up now, when there's nothing going on, then later when there is something going on."

And I would rather not have you stasis-lock when "later" comes around, he adds in his thoughts.

[random_xtras]

The little femme is tractable as always to her mentor's wishes. Once her tank is full she tenders what assistance she can with his repairs.