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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"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.

[astrotechmech]

Oh, Kia! Random had somehow forgotten that Kia was in danger. Yes, he just saw her take out the second Imperial, but she was still in potential danger! He moves to sit up as he attempts to reach out for her but gets caught on his cape. Then the nausea hits.

Aaaaaaaaaand the Autotroopers are looking very confused now. Normally, they'd be inclined to shoot everything that moved, but both of their assigned officers are down, they appear vastly outnumbered, and there's an AT-ST looking down on them menacingly, daring them to make a wrong move. So, they're just staring stupidly until someone tells them otherwise. They don't want the kremzeeks to notice them either.