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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"I'm sorry, miss. We've been ordered not to allow anyone--" The feminine voice is cut off as someone tells her something in hushed tones on the other end. She replies back in equally hushed tones away from the mike before there is a slight moment of silence as there is a change in speakers.

"Sorry for the delay and inconvenience. There was a slight . . . concern . . . that needed to be resolved before allowing anyone else into the city. You have permission to land on Platform 3-2-7," a male voice says, taking over for the femme. "Have a good oorn."

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//Ah no. Not really.// Jetfire sounds a little surprised by the admission. //Lately I've just ben playin' taxi for the ladies and that old guy standing up at the top'a the ramp. Runnin' cargo... ain't as profitable as it useta be.//

Then his expression darkens to a scowl as he watches Arcee smile at Smokescreen and laugh softly at his words.

The scowl continues as his friend introduces the little Minicon, and then turns to very slight panic as he tries to think of a good reason on the fly.

"He's giving us a ride," says Arcee calmly, her optics still twinkling with the charmed grin.

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"Kia will share with me." Arcee puts a soothing hand on the silver femme's arm and gets a troubled frown in reply, but Jetfire jiggles Kia again before the youngster can speak. "And the Minicons are used to sharing Bulk accommodations, right?" She looks from Murphy to Comettor, who both beep and nod their heads agreeably.

Jetfire snorts at the last comment. "Gettin' lost is the last thing we have ta worry about with that guy."

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Arcee's glance toward Jetfire is sharp and frowning, but the winged mech is intent on Kia and doesn't even notice Crystal. Murphy too is intent on trying to cheer the little silver femme, but Comettor, down by Jetfire's feet, is giving his large friend a very strange look and trying to discretely catch his attention so that he can see the pretty femme.

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Jetfire frowns as soon as the door is closed. "Somethin's buggin' Smokie."

"You just now noticed?" Arcee snorts as she gently steers Kia and Murphy toward the washracks and the berth rooms. "I'd say having a joker like you on his station would probably about do it."

The flier scowls and turns toward the door. "Whatever. I don't need ta stick around and listen ta this."

"Don't let the door hit you on the skidplate on your way out," comes Arcee's parting shot as a door slides shut down the hall.

Jetfire goes >._.< and stomps out of the suite to go see when the 'Falcon will be ready for him to go.