ANH. Imperial Shuttle near Imperial Blockade. Out of the frying pan . . .

[astrotechmech]

Random paces up and down the small "corridor" behind the pilots' chairs. It isn't enough that they're using probably very-much-illegally-bought Imperial codes to sneak past the Imperial blockade led by Nemesis Prime's imposing vessel and onto the forested moon holding the shield generator for Unicron's two bodies using Random's ship-clearing formula. But they're also doing it in a ship that he's fixed before while in Imperial service. Not the one he used to get his formula written, but it was still unnerving to be in a ship whose weak points you're all too familiar with.

Especially if you know where the Imperials need to hit in order to instantly blow it up.

All he needs to complete this nightmare is for his old Imperial CO to pop out of one of the shuttle's compartments.

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"Kiiinda," says Jetfire, absently wiping his face and hiding his fuel port with his other hand. He glances at Arcee and gets nodded at, then hunkers down and looks into a bowl on the table. "They built 'im a new body. They're plannin' on transferin' him pretty soon."

High Wire falls back with shock and dismay as his teammates both do similarly.

[astrotechmech]

Gears absently scritches Softheart's head. "How soon are we talking?"

Mirage glances at Random before turning back to Gears. [You don't wanna know.]

Gears follows Mirage's glance and realizes why the Race Team leader won't say it around the stressed astrotech. His curse is met by an empty bowl to the face.

[Not in front of Kia.]

Gears scowls into the bowl and relaxes when he sees that it hadn't contained any energon that could have gotten on Softheart. He looks up at Kia. "Oh, right. Sorry."

[You guys know what kinda security they have around the shield generator, right?]

"Yeah." Gears turns back to Mirage. "And you guys should probably take the backdoor."

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High Wire nods in agreement to Gears's assessment. "They seem to think that if we can't see it we won't find it."

"They also seem to put the Autotroopers that sleep on duty there," opines Sureshock, pulling herself up to look over the edge of the hammock.

"They'd have to be, not to notice a little orange Minicon sitting on the roof and looking at them," adds Grindor.

Arcee is momentarily speechless, but then recovers herself. "If it's so badly guarded, why haven't you taken down the generator?"

"We were waiting, like we were supposed to," says High Wire simply. "But you're here now, so the waiting's over."

"Eesh." Jetfire opens his fuel port to put mush into it.

[astrotechmech]

[And this way, the Imps won't have time to fix the it before the fleet arrives,] Mirage beeps distractedly, eying the fuel. Jetfire's fuel port is quite the tempting target. Urge to throw rising . . .