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Random ([personal profile] astrotechmech) wrote in [community profile] randomplaces2020-09-22 12:02 am
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ANH. Imperial Shuttle near Imperial Blockade. Out of the frying pan . . .

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.
random_xtras: (SW Kia)

[personal profile] random_xtras 2021-04-11 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Kia hunkers down and goes still, not even looking toward the shuttle bot who just gave a frustrated roar and the pink and white lady who has frozen motionless with her back to the door. She's quietly listening to Link chuckling back behind Jetfire, and waiting to see what he feels Gears and Rollbar are going to do soon.
random_xtras: The Rebellion badge from 'Star Wars' (SW Rebel)

[personal profile] random_xtras 2021-04-16 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nrrrommmm!" says Softheart cheerfully, then vanishes and is replaced by a sand coloured Minicon head.

"Surrender, Imperial scum!" cries Dune Runner enthusiastically. "Your scrap afts are surrounded!"

"I'd listen, if I were you." Arcee turns and gives the gobsmacked officer a shield to the face, then kicks Jetfire for aiming at him. "Get your own Imp, flyboy."
random_xtras: The Imperial badge from 'Star Wars' (SW Imperial)

[personal profile] random_xtras 2021-04-18 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey!" The second Imperial officer from inside the base steps forward, his hand jerking down toward his weapon, only to squeal and crumple as a small silver foot connects with his knee cap in just the right way to knock him down and is followed by a small head to his nose.

"Hey!" protests Jetfire. "That was my Imp!"

"Not anymore." Kia frowns disapprovingly at the flailing Imperial officer, then kicks him in the side of the head and runs to Random.