ANH'verse. Bespin Space Station. No Comment

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Somewhat early the next morning, a knock comes at the door to Arcee and the gang's suite, or rather a 'chime'. Knocks are so terribly old fashioned and who knows what the door bell things in sci-fi movies are actually called? Up to this time, there has been no major change in the Falcon's condition status. All reports to this point have said that they still aren't done with her repairs--but--they are getting close. Just a couple more hours and they should be completed.

Any other news the caretakers of the station might be privy to have not been shared with the suite's inhabitants.

Depending on close the rest of the gang is to the door, they may hear muffled voices immediately proceeding and succeeding said "knock." There are two voices to be precise: one male and one female.

Anyone inside the suite bored or observant enough could hear the rather familiar voices go from somewhat louder, normal tones to becoming decidedly hushed--but not quite whispered--by the time one of them interacts with the door's 'chime'. The walls' superior sound proofing makes it pretty much impossible to clearly hear anything said however.

But anyway, someone on the other side door wants to talk to someone or all in Arcee's suite, so let's move on from there . . .

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Comettor gives a temperamental snort and then turns and runs back further into the room, his advance soon followed by a Jetfireish yelp and groan.

Then the red Minicon comes back, still exhibiting every sign of bad mood as he looks up at his host. [They're both awake now.]

[Comettor, come back here and help me, this joint is twisted all out of shape, and he'll be even less use than usual without his slagging head,] calls another little Minicon voice from somewhere under one of the pieces of furniture.

Comettor grumbles and looks toward it. [Give me a click, Airazor, it's Smokie.]

"Do I wanna know how Airazor got in here last night?" asks Jetfire groggily as he sits up on the couch and looks under it. "Whoa, what the heck did you guys do to Rollbar??"

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Smokescreen frowns despite himself as he watches Comettor retreat into the room, a bit disturbed by his attitude and later taken aback by the yelp he hears.

Even by the time Comettor gets back, Smokescreen hasn't quite gotten his cheerful demeanor back.

"That was, uh, mighty kind of you, Comettor--" Smokescreen starts to reply cautiously, Airazor's interruption preventing him from ultimately deciding whether he should state that he could have come back later if Arcee and Jetfire were still sleeping.

". . . What?!" the exclamation comes out of his mouth before he realizes it at the "head" comment, and then he is at a loss of how to react afterwards.

Smokescreen grabs onto the frame of the door to prevent himself from rushing right in at Jetfire's last question. As it is, Smokescreen is still trying to figure out how he should be reacting to all of this.

One would think that, given his background, it wouldn't bother him that much, but then again . . .

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"You found him in the garbage when you flew up the chute last night???" Jetfire sits up and gives Smokescreen a o.0 look.

[Yeah, and then I spent the rest of the $#@#$#@ night trying to put the dumb glitch back together, no thanks to Comettor!] comes Airazor's retort.

Comettor just looks from Smokescreen to Jetfire and beeps to himself quietly.

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Smokescreen's optics widen in shock before they resolve into a frown that still reflects some of his previous expression as he steps just enough inside to let the door shut behind him. No, he hasn't been invited in, but this is also something that you don't exactly want spread around.

"I'll get Security to look into this," Smokescreen says, putting a hand to his audio as a visual clue that he is about to make a call. "We also have a medic on board that specializes in Minicon repairs--if you think that'll help."

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Jetfire waits a couple clicks, then sighs and looks under the couch again. "Razor? Did ya hear Smokie?"

"[I heard,]" comes the cranky retort. "[What's his name?]"

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"First Aid," Smokescreen says attentively and intently, his shock and concern now heavily masked by the focus coming from having a task at hand but still very much there.

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[Never heard of 'im.] says Airazor impatiently.

"I have," says Makeshift quietly from where he's just stepped out of his recharge room. "The kid's got no ball bearings, but he knows what he's doing."

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Smokescreen makes no immediate reply to Airazor but turns to look in Makeshift's direction as he speaks. There's a sense of what could be gratitude in his optics buried under his focus, but when he turns back to Airazor to see how she replies, it becomes clearer that the delay is chipping away at his ability to refrain from fidgeting at all this inaction.

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Airazor's reply comes in the form of dragging sounds, and a very faint, pained beep.

"Easy, Rollbar, I gotcha." Jetfire gently scoops the poor disassembled Minicon into his hand and then winces. "Slaaaag." Another shocked and questioning look to Smokescreen follows as Jetfire wonders just what his friend doesn't know about on this station.

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Smokescreen only shares Jetfire's shock for a brief moment when Rollbar is first brought out from under the couch before his gaze becomes unfocused. His frown returns and his fingers tap the side of his audio slightly in irritation as he puts his earlier words into action. And he is clearly not happy at the developments surrounding Rollbar.

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"How..." starts Jetfire.

"Someone ripped him apart," Makeshift interrupts, frowning as he leans over the arm of the couch to see Rollbar. "And it looks like they tried to put his processor permanently offline."

"Sheeesh, Rollbar. What'd ya do? Cheat at sabaac against a... You are a Minicon from Kashyyk." Jetfire blinks and shakes his head, then looks to Smokescreen again.

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Smokescreen doubletakes back into focus at Makeshift’s comments, something appearing to be a flash of recognition coming to his optics. He then grows serious again, and asks, much like a command, "Say that last part again?"

Smokescreen doesn’t notice Jetfire’s look as he directs his next question to Airazor. “Do you know which chute you found him in?”