ANH 'verse. Dagobah. Squishy Landings

[astrotechmech]

When they exited hyperdrive and he looked at the read-out from the computer, Random had to shutter and unshutter his optics. This couldn't be right. This couldn't be the planet. There was no mech in the entire universe who'd want to live here. At least not a sane one.

Random turned in his seat and shook Hot Shot. "Hot Shot! Wake up! You gotta see this!"

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A small hand patpats him, and a Minicon voice beeps reassurances that everything's okay. Runway is sitting there, looking up at him.

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Random starts at the touch, clearly not expecting it. His expression clearly says that he doesn't completely believe what the Minicon is saying, even as he tries to calm down, rubbing the metal around his optics.

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[We made it,] says the most talkative member of Air Defense Team happily. [Everything's gonna be okay.]

Then he glances over toward the sound of a soft snore and snerks at Hot Shot's Scavenger impersonation where the young mech is sprawled on his back in a pile of the warm, dry sand that makes up their bed.

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"Says the m-mech that didn't get e-eaten," Random says bitterly, despite his stutters. And didn't have the dream I just had.

Random jumps at the snore before his expression settles into one with a raised optic ridge. "Did Scavenger actually die or did he just use Hot Shot's body for his own?" He can't help but ask.

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[You got spit out.] Runway pat pats him again, and then chuckles softly. [Scavenger's not in there. That's just Hot Shot.]

There's a quiet beep from the other side of the young mech. Jetstorm and Sonar are laying there, their visors dark as they sleep with the total relaxation of the very young and Minicons.

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"After having a few bites taken out of me!" Random continues in the same tone before it softens somewhat. "Well that's . . . a relief." For a lack of a better term. The old mech might have been cranky, but he was still a good mech. Looked after them and Hot Shot well enough after Wheeljack passed on.

"So any idea where we are?" Random asks, almost dreading the answer as he looks over at the other Minicons and then down at himself. Still dirty and he smelled organic. Yeuch.

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"Whal wouldja lookit that? Somebody's awake! Y'all wanna nice glop'a oil stew before this ol' flyboy downs it hisself?" comes a cheery voice from the door of the hut.

Hot Shot startles and sits up, then stares with open mouth at their host, who appears to be wearing a cloak made of vines, before blurting, "You've gotta be kidding!"