ANH. Bespin Station. Return of the Jedi?

[random_xtras]

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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[astrotechmech]

The anger disappears from Smokescreen's face, and he says, blankly, "There are no Minicons."

[random_xtras]

His inquisitor stares at him, gaze probing from behind the dark visor, but then turns away in thwarted disgust. "Load the femmebot aboard my ship."

[astrotechmech]

It's a moment before Smokescreen shakes his head and rids his face of the trance-like expression he had fallen into. He looks somewhat confused before he frowns and says, "Yes, Nemesis Prime."