"No?" Smokescreen's optic ridges lift briefly in surprise. "Huh. . . . here's hoping I can tell it right." He folds an arm and uses it to prop up the other arm, which strokes his chin in thought. "Hmmmmmm."
Another moment passes as he thinks, and then he brightens up suddenly. "Got it!"
"I suppose by now you've heard it said umpteen times that Kashyyykian Minicons are a force to be reckoned with," Smokescreen begins spinning his tale. "What you probably didn't hear is that they're always so, even if they've been down for a time. . . . Which is unfortunately the case given the timeline."
"Once in more 'friendly' territory, the gang decided to take a pit stop for the Falcon and refuel while they were at it out in a neutral bar a ways into the Outer Rim.
"That bar's usually a good place--been there myself; company's good, drinks not bad for the price--but that day some Imperial riffraff had decided to stick their noses in there and make things miserable for everybody else with their snobby, brainwashed attitudes.
"The riffraff had already made the bar sparse by the time Airazor came in, blazing the way through the remaining mechs to the bar, Comettor not far behind, but Murphy was hanging back with Jetfire.
"Two of the three Imperial snobs were already so slobbering drunk they could have been mistaken for cube coasters, but the third was still as sober as if he hadn't taken a pull.
"The sober one glanced over at Airazor with a look of disdain as she haphazardly flew to the bar and barked out her order, slamming on her hand down on the table.
"Then he deigned himself to get up and approach.
"'Stop right there, bartender,' he ordered before turning to look at her straight on. 'What is a pipsqueak like you think you're doing?'
"['Getting a drink, what does it look like?'] she quipped back.
"'Huh,' the arrogant mech half-laughed in disbelief, '"A drink"? Don't make me laugh. It's like you think you even have the right.'
"['She does; same as anybody,'] Comettor responded, as he hopped onto a bar stool. 'Bartender, I'll have what she got.'
"'Heh. Aren't you lot--" the arrogant mech started to observe.
"'Why you little--! the arrogant mech exclaimed, outwardly fuming. "I'll have your circuits for fanbelts! No one talks to me like that."
"'Seems to me like they just did,' the bartender remarked.
"The arrogant mech growled and seemed ready to strike when--
"'Well, someone certainly certainly didn't wake up on the right side of the recharge berth,' Jetfire commented, joining the scene with one hand over a conked out Murphy on his shoulder. He then turned to Airazor and Comettor. 'This guy bothering ya?'
"The arrogant mech quickly retained his composure. 'Ah, you're these Minicons'--?'
"'Listen here, pal, I don't own nobody.,' Jetfire replied warningly, turning back to look at the arrogant mech. 'And neither should anyone else for that matter. These are my friends, and I don't think you should be--'
"'"Friends"?' the arrogant mech scoffed. 'Don't encourage them. They're not people. They're tools, and they should be treated as such.'
"Comettor and Airazor looked at each other for a moment. Then they turned back, a dangerous look in each of their optics.
"Jetfire frowned back at the arrogant mech, 'You've got some serious--'
"'Hey Bulkbreath! Have a piece-a this!' came the femme shout in Basic.
"'What--?!' the arrogant mech could barely get the words out before--BAM! Direct hit!--And he slammed against the bar, the force knocking one of his drinking companions to the floor.
"Another hit got him--this time from Comettor--before he could even think to react!" (And it's probably safe to say that the enthusiasm in Smokescreen's voice at this point is more than apparent.)
". . . Unfortunately, the fun didn't last as the Imperial goon got riled up enough to start striking back. He punched . . . and missed; punched . . . and missed until he just managed to clip Airazor, sending her spinning.
"Comettor, despite being a bit wobbly, managed to catch her, but that left him a sitting duck as the arrogant mech wound up for the finishing blow."
"'Oh no, you don't!' The arrogant mech heard as he was spun around by his shoulder before getting another one in the face, curtsey of Jetfire, who'd been standing to the side--because you don't interrupt Kashyyykian Minicon fights--and had set Murphy down on the bar top.
"The arrogant mech wobbled again before Comettor threw Airazor for the final blow--BAM!--that knocked the mech back and sliding down the side of the bar, in stasis!"
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Another moment passes as he thinks, and then he brightens up suddenly. "Got it!"
"I suppose by now you've heard it said umpteen times that Kashyyykian Minicons are a force to be reckoned with," Smokescreen begins spinning his tale. "What you probably didn't hear is that they're always so, even if they've been down for a time. . . . Which is unfortunately the case given the timeline."
"Once in more 'friendly' territory, the gang decided to take a pit stop for the Falcon and refuel while they were at it out in a neutral bar a ways into the Outer Rim.
"That bar's usually a good place--been there myself; company's good, drinks not bad for the price--but that day some Imperial riffraff had decided to stick their noses in there and make things miserable for everybody else with their snobby, brainwashed attitudes.
"The riffraff had already made the bar sparse by the time Airazor came in, blazing the way through the remaining mechs to the bar, Comettor not far behind, but Murphy was hanging back with Jetfire.
"Two of the three Imperial snobs were already so slobbering drunk they could have been mistaken for cube coasters, but the third was still as sober as if he hadn't taken a pull.
"The sober one glanced over at Airazor with a look of disdain as she haphazardly flew to the bar and barked out her order, slamming on her hand down on the table.
"Then he deigned himself to get up and approach.
"'Stop right there, bartender,' he ordered before turning to look at her straight on. 'What is a pipsqueak like you think you're doing?'
"['Getting a drink, what does it look like?'] she quipped back.
"'Huh,' the arrogant mech half-laughed in disbelief, '"A drink"? Don't make me laugh. It's like you think you even have the right.'
"['She does; same as anybody,'] Comettor responded, as he hopped onto a bar stool. 'Bartender, I'll have what she got.'
"'Heh. Aren't you lot--" the arrogant mech started to observe.
"'Bug off, Bulkbrain,' Commettor said, 'We don't serve your kind
here."'Why you little--! the arrogant mech exclaimed, outwardly fuming. "I'll have your circuits for fanbelts! No one talks to me like that."
"'Seems to me like they just did,' the bartender remarked.
"The arrogant mech growled and seemed ready to strike when--
"'Well, someone certainly certainly didn't wake up on the right side of the recharge berth,' Jetfire commented, joining the scene with one hand over a conked out Murphy on his shoulder. He then turned to Airazor and Comettor. 'This guy bothering ya?'
"The arrogant mech quickly retained his composure. 'Ah, you're these Minicons'--?'
"'Listen here, pal, I don't own nobody.,' Jetfire replied warningly, turning back to look at the arrogant mech. 'And neither should anyone else for that matter. These are my friends, and I don't think you should be--'
"'"Friends"?' the arrogant mech scoffed. 'Don't encourage them. They're not people. They're tools, and they should be treated as such.'
"Comettor and Airazor looked at each other for a moment. Then they turned back, a dangerous look in each of their optics.
"Jetfire frowned back at the arrogant mech, 'You've got some serious--'
"'Hey Bulkbreath! Have a piece-a this!' came the femme shout in Basic.
"'What--?!' the arrogant mech could barely get the words out before--BAM! Direct hit!--And he slammed against the bar, the force knocking one of his drinking companions to the floor.
"Another hit got him--this time from Comettor--before he could even think to react!" (And it's probably safe to say that the enthusiasm in Smokescreen's voice at this point is more than apparent.)
". . . Unfortunately, the fun didn't last as the Imperial goon got riled up enough to start striking back. He punched . . . and missed; punched . . . and missed until he just managed to clip Airazor, sending her spinning.
"Comettor, despite being a bit wobbly, managed to catch her, but that left him a sitting duck as the arrogant mech wound up for the finishing blow."
"'Oh no, you don't!' The arrogant mech heard as he was spun around by his shoulder before getting another one in the face, curtsey of Jetfire, who'd been standing to the side--because you don't interrupt Kashyyykian Minicon fights--and had set Murphy down on the bar top.
"The arrogant mech wobbled again before Comettor threw Airazor for the final blow--BAM!--that knocked the mech back and sliding down the side of the bar, in stasis!"
At that moment the elevator dinged! in arrival.