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astrotechmech) wrote in randomplaces2013-07-02 12:51 pm
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ANH 'verse. Bespin Station. Jailbreak!
Smokescreen walks seemingly absent alongside the Autotroopers escorting Arcee down the hall, the officer among them still holding Arcee after sounds of gunfire from behind forced the officer to restrain her.
Although the gunfire sounded a few minutes ago, the air still felt tense among the Imperials.
So it is no wonder that all of the Imperials snap to attention when a CLANG! suddenly resounds from the direction they had come.
The officer's face quickly turns from a serious frown to bored when he sees the cause of the commotion, and he sneers, "Walls jumping out in front of you, Baron Administrator?"
Smokescreen, meanwhile, sheepishly rubs his face after peeling himself from the wall he had run into. "Heh, heh. Whoops. I must have missed a maintenance check," he replies, cheerfully, patting the wall so that the thunk! thunk! of his hand against the metal echoes down the hall.
"Uh huh," the officer replies with force civility that failed to conceal how stupid he thought the other bot was as he points two fingers in the direction they were heading in before they were so rudely interrupted. The message is clear: Ignore the clown and keep moving.
One Autotrooper, however, does not move right away, staring at Smokescreen blankly as is the Autotrooper way but still managing to be clearly skeptical.
"He's done this before," comes the hushed and quick explanation from another 'Trooper. "Ignore him."
There are no further incidents once they start moving again. At one point, the Imperial officer appears to have received a silent communication because he relaxes and lets Arcee walk free--if still escorted by the Autotroopers. He also shoots Smokescreen a smug and taunting look, as if he just figured out what Smokescreen had been attempting with the running into the wall and knew that the message he figures Smokescreen tried to send would now never reach Hot Shot.
As if to confirm the officer's suspicions, Smokescreen merely frowns worriedly in reply.
Soon, the group begins to head for a large intersection of several hallways, brightly lit, with large vent grates positioned high between the hallway entrances. A few creaks and pops can be heard, which go largely unnoticed as the group walks towards the intersection.
What happens once all are in the intersection, however, does not go unnoticed.
The vents overhead burst open, shapes emerging from the vents before anyone can really react and falling upon the Autotroopers like pouring rain, the sudden attack disorienting the Autotroopers even further.
But in the next instant, it's all over, and the Minicons from the vents stand triumphantly on the shoulders of the Autotroopers as the Autotroopers themselves are surrounded by armed mechs from the station's own security force.
Smokescreen walks over and shoves the Imperial officer in the direction of one of the guards, who proceeds to restrain and handcuff the officer. The officer, managing to recover from the shock of the sudden ambush slightly, shoots Smokescreen a dark look to which Smokescreen responds by waving his arms in a kind of carefree "what can you do?" shrug, his eyes shining with quiet and momentary smugness. Smokescreen then proceeds to disarm the Autotroopers as most of the Minicons jump back to the shoulders of the security team.
Smokescreen does not seem to skip a beat as three other Minicons jump and hold onto Smokescreen's back armor while he makes his rounds.
Smokescreen gives most of the guns to extra guards before turning to speak to the mech who appears to be in charge of the guards. "Take them to the South security tower, and keep it--"
He does not get a chance to go further.
"Death to the Empire!" comes the enthusiastic shout in Basic from one of the security team's Minicons.
Shh! comes the unison beeping as the closest Minicon hits the troublemaker upside the head and gives him a 'what the heck is wrong with you!?!' look.
"Quiet," Smokescreen finishes. "We don't want this to get out." Smokescreen gives the trouble-making Minicon a warning look.
The head security mech nods in understanding, and he has soon ushered the other guards and their Imperial prisoners down the hall.
One of the Minicons who had grabbed onto Smokescreen's back now sits on one of his shoulders, looking down the way the prisoners went until they're out of sight. [Liftor's with The Silver Lining. He'll met up with us once we take care of business.]
Smokescreen nods slowly as he moves to hand Arcee one of the remaining guns in his hand. Footsteps can be heard coming from one of the other hallways.
Although the gunfire sounded a few minutes ago, the air still felt tense among the Imperials.
So it is no wonder that all of the Imperials snap to attention when a CLANG! suddenly resounds from the direction they had come.
The officer's face quickly turns from a serious frown to bored when he sees the cause of the commotion, and he sneers, "Walls jumping out in front of you, Baron Administrator?"
Smokescreen, meanwhile, sheepishly rubs his face after peeling himself from the wall he had run into. "Heh, heh. Whoops. I must have missed a maintenance check," he replies, cheerfully, patting the wall so that the thunk! thunk! of his hand against the metal echoes down the hall.
"Uh huh," the officer replies with force civility that failed to conceal how stupid he thought the other bot was as he points two fingers in the direction they were heading in before they were so rudely interrupted. The message is clear: Ignore the clown and keep moving.
One Autotrooper, however, does not move right away, staring at Smokescreen blankly as is the Autotrooper way but still managing to be clearly skeptical.
"He's done this before," comes the hushed and quick explanation from another 'Trooper. "Ignore him."
There are no further incidents once they start moving again. At one point, the Imperial officer appears to have received a silent communication because he relaxes and lets Arcee walk free--if still escorted by the Autotroopers. He also shoots Smokescreen a smug and taunting look, as if he just figured out what Smokescreen had been attempting with the running into the wall and knew that the message he figures Smokescreen tried to send would now never reach Hot Shot.
As if to confirm the officer's suspicions, Smokescreen merely frowns worriedly in reply.
Soon, the group begins to head for a large intersection of several hallways, brightly lit, with large vent grates positioned high between the hallway entrances. A few creaks and pops can be heard, which go largely unnoticed as the group walks towards the intersection.
What happens once all are in the intersection, however, does not go unnoticed.
The vents overhead burst open, shapes emerging from the vents before anyone can really react and falling upon the Autotroopers like pouring rain, the sudden attack disorienting the Autotroopers even further.
But in the next instant, it's all over, and the Minicons from the vents stand triumphantly on the shoulders of the Autotroopers as the Autotroopers themselves are surrounded by armed mechs from the station's own security force.
Smokescreen walks over and shoves the Imperial officer in the direction of one of the guards, who proceeds to restrain and handcuff the officer. The officer, managing to recover from the shock of the sudden ambush slightly, shoots Smokescreen a dark look to which Smokescreen responds by waving his arms in a kind of carefree "what can you do?" shrug, his eyes shining with quiet and momentary smugness. Smokescreen then proceeds to disarm the Autotroopers as most of the Minicons jump back to the shoulders of the security team.
Smokescreen does not seem to skip a beat as three other Minicons jump and hold onto Smokescreen's back armor while he makes his rounds.
Smokescreen gives most of the guns to extra guards before turning to speak to the mech who appears to be in charge of the guards. "Take them to the South security tower, and keep it--"
He does not get a chance to go further.
"Death to the Empire!" comes the enthusiastic shout in Basic from one of the security team's Minicons.
Shh! comes the unison beeping as the closest Minicon hits the troublemaker upside the head and gives him a 'what the heck is wrong with you!?!' look.
"Quiet," Smokescreen finishes. "We don't want this to get out." Smokescreen gives the trouble-making Minicon a warning look.
The head security mech nods in understanding, and he has soon ushered the other guards and their Imperial prisoners down the hall.
One of the Minicons who had grabbed onto Smokescreen's back now sits on one of his shoulders, looking down the way the prisoners went until they're out of sight. [Liftor's with The Silver Lining. He'll met up with us once we take care of business.]
Smokescreen nods slowly as he moves to hand Arcee one of the remaining guns in his hand. Footsteps can be heard coming from one of the other hallways.
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Liftor shakes his head and starts to turn the Millennium Falcon around. [I hope you two know what we're doing. We're not exactly going to avoid getting the Imperials attention this way.]
Before Smokescreen can reply his pushed back into his seat by the acceleration and the ship's moving downward and back towards the city much faster than it had left it.
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"Go go go!" Rollbar pounds on Smokescreen's leg with the side of one fist as Jetstorm frantically pastes himself against the front viewport.
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He is not even halfway to the door when Liftor startles and beeps out in surprise at the sight of a Minicon plastered on the window.
Liftor then find a Minicon channel and tells Jetstorm to get off of the viewport; he can't see where he's flying!
Smokescreen stays long enough to see things are okay before he moves towards the top hatch, not able to stop himself from remembering back to the time when he and Liftor lived here.
Once Smokescreen gets to the hatch and starts to secure his winch hook, he is surprised to realize that the latch he installed to fit his winch hook is still there, right next to the one for bots without his winch hook.
The wind sings across his chassis as the lift moves him up the shaft and out of the hatch.
He is glad he's not exactly a lightweight as the wind is fairly strong, and he looks around in search of the yellow mech: There he is.
Smokescreen comms Liftor with directions on where to fly until the ship is right under the mech as close under as Liftor thinks safe.
"It's all right, mech. I've got you," he shouts up to the yellow bot.
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"Let go!" cries Runway over the howl of the wind, his little hands touching Hot Shot's face. "Let go! You'll be safe!"
"Uhhh." Hot Shot trembles and stares at his tiny friend's visor. "But..."
"Look! The ship's down there! Someone will catch you!" Runway pats him commandingly. "Let go, so we can go somewhere safe!"
Hot Shot looks up as he catches the sound of Jetstorm strafing something over to one side, then yelps as Sonar manages to get his grip loosened. His cry as he falls is wordless, and he's nearly unconscious when he lands.
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When the mech falls, Hot Shot is caught in strong but gentle arms. The mech might also feel himself shifted to a better holding position before feeling himself going downward further into the hatch.
"You lot better come inside. Now," Smokescreen yells over the wind.
Smokescreen goes down the shaft enough to allow the Star Saber Minicons room to get in. Once they are inside, he is lowered to the ground floor, the hatch closing behind him.
Once on deck, he begins to lower Hot Shot as he does so he notices the damage sustained to Hot Shot, and he comms Liftor to see if Makeshift would be able to give Hot Shot some medical attention as the yellow bot has lost his hand.
He then helps Hot Shot into the hall on the way to whereever Makeshift thinks best.
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Sonar and Runway are at Smokescreen's heels, beeping up a storm as they talk to and reassure their friend. Jetstorm's stayed behind to punch the wall over by the lift a few times.
Arcee's at the start of the corridor, watching in silence as Rollbar stands beside her and looks up at her.
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Makeshift's ping gets an automated "busy" signal from the astrotech in question.
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Makeshift turns and looks at the yellow bot with concern as the Minicons' talking gets a little more intense. "Something's really got the little people upset."
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Smokescreen is on the way out of the door when Makeshift's comment registers. "They're worried about him," he states, simply. "I'm going to get him some energon. I'll be right back."
And he leaves the room.