ANH'verse. Millennium Falcon and space station. Smokescreens

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"Whaddya mean, we can't dock!?!" Jetfire's bellow of frustration rang on the bridge. "Gimme a good reason! I know your boss!"

"No one is allowed to dock at the moment, sir," came the calm feminine response. "Please move your vessel out of our airspace, and have a nice oorn."

"Why you...!"

"Here." Arcee put a hand on his chest, though she avoided looking up at him. "Let me try."

Kia watched the older bots from where she sat strapped into a seat toward the back of the bridge, her wide optics taking in the subtle shifts of their body language as Arcee attempted to reason with the docking official and Jetfire continued to shout his objections to the femme's refusal to let them dock. The two of them were embarrassed about something that made their faceplates heat up whenever they looked at each other, and they seemed very angry at each other, but confusingly, it was also very clear to her that they liked each other a lot.

Browplates drawn together with confusion, she looked down at the black Minicon who was snuggled in her arms.

Murphy just shrugged, and then winced as Jetfire let out another bellow of ire.

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[astrotechmech]

Smokescreen chuckles. "Space travel can be fun, but there's always the need to rest the space legs once in a while."

Feeling that he has stayed long enough, Smokescreen says, "Well, I should be going. Liftor will be yelling at me for leaving him with all the work."

Smokescreen walks over to the door. "If you need anything, Jet's got my frequency, and Crystal can be reached via the intercom on the wall over there." Smokescreen points to said intercom before opening the door. "Have a good rest cycle!"

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"I don't know if 'fun' is the word I'd use." Arcee glances at Jetfire, and then goes over and makes him put Kia down so that she can put her arms around the silver femme. "Thanks again, Smokescreen, and you too!"

"Huh?" Jetfire blinks, and then waves to his friend. "Bye, Smokie. Don't be a stranger."

[astrotechmech]

Smokescreen chuckles again. "To each his--or her--own I guess. And don't mention it."

Smokescreen stops halfway in the door, smiling. "Heh. We'll have to see. A lot's change since we last met. I've got a lot more than just me and Liftor to worry about." His smile seems to waver before Smokescreen gives a loose salute and leaves the room, the door swishing shut behind him.