ANH. Bespin Station. Return of the Jedi?

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The speeding X-wing had just entered the system and was swooping through space.

Inside the cockpit, it was noisy.

"Yeah, Random." A grim-faced Hot Shot cut across the chatter of excited Minicons and a very anxious Astrotech. "I'm sure Kia's with 'em. So just circulate already. 'N stop talking about your insides squirming, you're kinda creeping me out here."

All three of the Starsaber Minicons turned their attention to the pilot, the volume of their beeping rising drastically.

"Just hold on," said Hot Shot with resigned patience. "We'll be there soon."

Then he blinked as he caught the barest hint of a communication that shut all three of his small friends up instantly. "...And nobody better ask me what that was, because I don't know."

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It's very clear that the dark Prime doesn't care. "Recycle them."

Arcee doesn't lift her head or move her face, but a sudden flame sparks into life in her optics.

Then an aid comes and whispers rapidly to the dark Prime, who turns toward Smokescreen in a swirl of cape and a sudden heavy feeling of menace. "Where are the Minicons?"

[astrotechmech]

"Right," Smokescreen says calmly, his face unreadable.

Smokescreen's gaze snaps back to Nemesis Prime from where it had drifted elsewhere. He looks briefly surprised--possibly out of having the topic so forcibly put upon him--before he starts to look frustrated.

"I already told you. There are no Minicons!" Smokescreen's voice is full of exasperation as he waves his hands in emphasis.