ANH 'verse. The Death Star. Waiting . . . waiting . . .

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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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Big optics watch him from the next chair as Kia wonders why he looks so sad. The little femme doesn't say anything, though. That funny feeling that Scavenger said might be the dark side is back, only now it feels even worse.

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The young femme is quiet for a few clicks, then looks up at him again and says calmly and with confidence in her mentor, "I'm afraid."

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And now she's looking up at him with complete trust, waiting for him to lead the way.

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"Okay." Kia puts the gun carefully into the compartment, then touches the doll with a gentle finger, her chin moving slightly as she thinks of Sneaker and how nice he was to her.

Sighing, she closes the panel and once more looks up at Random.

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There are a few shouts, and the sound of running feet. But the hallway right outside the door seems to be very quiet.

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Kia's watching everything without seeming to, and as she does she sends a quick databurst to Random. {com or no com?}

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The little black Minicon gives him a victory sign, his blue optics twinkling, then hops off the Trooper he was sitting on and scoots toward the Falcon, beeping for Random and Kia to follow him.

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"Primus will take care of us." Her voice comes a little stronger. "He has been already. We'll be okay. We'll be okay."

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Murphy looks up and waves, then climbs onto the table and starts gnawing at a corner of one of the bricks, his denta making a grinding sound as he noms busily.

At the sound Kia turns her head, her expression going to 'o.0?'

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The black Minicon patpats the air in his direction, then jumps down to the floor and scoots out of the room.

And Kia sits and leans and mourns for a few more moments in silence before she stirs a little.

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She looks up at him, her chin quivering. "But... are we bad?"

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One slender hand comes out to pat pat him as she reminds very gently, "You weren't sure about some of the team on the ship, either."

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"N... no." Her soft voice shakes. "The bad feeling... it's happy."

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Murphy shakes his head, but then looks up at Random and pings him on the com.

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Kia shows a slight :\ at being set down, but all she does is get hold of the safety harness and strap herself in.

Behind them, at the com station, Commetor beeps. Murphy razzes him, but nods.

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"Please, Airazor... stop spinning?" Kia's soft voice shakes slightly.

The little femme beeps with aggravation, the gist of her reply being that she doesn't know how.

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Jetfire and Arcee soon vanish from view of the screen, and there's a soft vibration in the deck as the hold door opens to receive them.

And then Hot Shot is twisting to face a squadron of Tie fighters that just arched around the curve of the Death Star.

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Before she can reply the Falcon shakes under a volley of shots which knocks Commetor right out of his seat. From somewhere down the hall comes Kia's cry of fear and Hot Shot's bluff words of comfort mixed in with Murphy's excited cussing as the black Minicon runs for the other gun.

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Kia tries to help, but only succeeds in wrenching her fingers and bending two of them badly. "Ahh!"

And then she's crying as the ship does even more aerial acrobatics.

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The little pink and white femme sends back an absent, quizzical beep over her com.

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It's a bit worse than the last time she bent her fingers. And probably hurts like blazes. But Kia firms her chin to keep it from wibbling and looks up at him as bravely as she can in her quiet way.

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Hot Shot is also now offering a strip of cloth to bind the damaged hand till the self repair finishes its job. His expression is still intent with concentration as he focuses on blocking Kia's pain receptors.

"Alright," says Kia, looking down at her hand again and then peeking at the yellow bot.

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"When she left the hold."

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She is determinedly cleaning up the mess she made, her small face drawn up a bit with disgust.

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"Aren't you going to eat, Random?" Big optics look up at him.