ANH. Jabba The Hutt's Palace and the sarlacc pit, Tatooine. Rescue.

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Kia glances around without turning her head as she walks between Random and the disguised bot who is herding them into this big, stinky, sandy, shady place at gunpoint. The place is loud, smells disgusting, and Random didn't want her seeing what was going on in here, so she's trying not to see too much as she looks for friends, and she's pouting really hard to show that she doesn't want to be here and doesn't like this restraining bolt. She hopes she's a good actor, because she's really so excited that it's all she can do not to be jumping up and down right now, or running back the way they came to poke that brain in a jar that she saw walking past.

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"Stop! Don't take her!" Random turns to the masked bot. "You've already taken our tools and put restraining bolts on us! We can't do anything else. Just let me keep her."

The masked bot finally turns in his direction as if noticing a bit of fluff that is easily dealt with.

"Put the female one down and herd those two out," the masked bot commands in a voice that sounds like the death screams of hundreds of Autotroopers. "If they're too slow carry them out. We're already late. I have this one."

The masked bot comes around and puts a surprisingly gentle hand on Jetfire's shoulder as he half supports, half drags Jetfire from the room. The hand might seem familiar to you, Jetfire.

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Jetfire watches his friends herded from the cell, his optics darkening at the sound of the greedo's voice. But then the other bot touches him and lifts him to take him out, and Jetfire nearly blows his cover as he struggles not to give the mech a shocked look. Instead, as he stumbles along dizzily beside the bounty hunter, he recalls the frequency of a private, highly encrypted channel that he hasn't used in over a hundred years. //What the heck, Smokie?//

Kia's got Random's arm, meanwhile, and looks like she's hiding as she's herded down that long corridor and into the hold of a sand yacht, but really she's comforting her mentor, and unknowingly sharing Primus's comfort with him.

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//Partoftheplan. Shh!// The masked bot's face remains surprisingly impassive as it appears the bot gets impatient with the other mech's stumbles and drags him a bit more forcibly.

Random, meanwhile, is quite relieved that he and Kia weren't carried off again. He's reassured by the peace he feels coming from Kia, even as he watches to make sure the droids don't change their mind and start carrying them.

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Kia walks into the cell in the hold of the sand ship, then turns around and looks up at the droid questioningly, both brows lifted as it looks back down at her. Then she wiggles her fingers down by her leg, and the drone lifts one pincer and baps her very gently on the head before it turns and walks out of the cell. Kia glances toward the viewing camera, then looks over toward where Jetfire just faceplanted dramatically after appearing to trip over the frame of the door on his way in.