ANH'verse. Bespin Space Station. No Comment

[astrotechmech]

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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[astrotechmech]

Smokescreen appears surprised. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

[random_xtras]

"Suuuurrre, Smokie."

[astrotechmech]

"I'm not getting you overcharged, if that's what you're trying to say," Smokescreen says, somewhat defensively as he comes up to a door. ". . . Just good fuel."

He hesitates before adding, while also answering the earlier complaint, "And this place was . . . recommended." He pushes the command for the door, which opens--

"HooheehoohahmwahHAHHAHHA!"

To a maelstrom of maniacal cackling.

[random_xtras]

"What the...!?" Jetfire whirls toward the sound, hearing Arcee gasp beside him as she looks through the door.

Inside the room, a menacing black figure stands and lifts a hand, but Jetfire only half notices this as his gun springs into his own hand, blazing. But then it's torn from him with a jerk.

"I would be delighted if you would join us." The voice is emotionless, like something from a dead machine.

[astrotechmech]

"Heehoohah! This is what you get for offing my good buddy Demolisher," boasts an optic-sore standing near the black figure, as Autotroopers come in from behind them in the hall, blocking them in, so that their only options is the room. So, yes, Jetfire, someone did miss that "greedo." Or at least used his death as an excuse.

Smokescreen, meanwhile, looks like someone punched him in the fuel tank. "I--I'm sorry. . . . They arrived right before you did."

[random_xtras]

Jetfire glanced at his hand, then managed to give the cackling eyesore a look full of promise without actually looking at him as he and Arcee were herded into the room.

[astrotechmech]

Said look just makes the "eyesore" cackle even more.

Smokescreen follows the rest of the group, and the door slides shut behind them.