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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.
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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Kia's hand feels cold to him, but comforting.
Then something finally clicks about the way Link is speaking, and Random tilts his head in confusion.
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"Fire in the hole!" Random and Kia are abruptly yanked away from Link as Jetfire scoops them up and bolts away from the entrance to the Imperial installation.
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Unfortunately, Random doesn't have much time to think this through when he's suddenly carried off, and he's distracted by a volley of pain, dizziness, and more nausea.
No, he's not screaming his head off again, but he does not feel good right now and wants everything to stop moving so much.
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Random may not be screaming, but Kia's in full scoldy mode as she yells and rips Jetfire a new one for yanking them up like that. None of the racing shuttle bot's attempts to explain that the Minicons rigged the place while they weren't looking are doing any good to appease the little silver lady's ire.
And she's doing it without cusswords, though some of the sharpest words she's using are in Minicon, and some language Jetfire's never heard before.
-Oh please no,- Random might hear, as a measure of the pain is once more muted. -Say it isn't so. I can't have taught Kia how to vituperate in Primal Vernacular.-
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The resumption of the pain muting, and the voice in his head--Link? . . . Or Primus?--helps him remember that someone else is helping him through this. And that he needs some outside help right now.
"M-medic," Random manages to croak, wishing for Fixer because she'd be able to know how to help him without freaking him out too much but realizing he was probably going to have to settle for a weird Minicon doctor.
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The blackness takes Random even before he's set down on the ground.
He did try to warn you, Jetfire.
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"Oh great, Jetfire. What the *beeeeeep* did you do to Random?"
"I ...what? OW! Stop hittin' me!"
"Both of you just STOPPIT!"
"Awk. Princess, you made Kia yell!"
"I made???? Wait... now how could Random have purged that far?"
"Wait, what? Ewwww. OW! Murphy, what the slag? Quit kickin' my ankle!"
More fussing follows, and then the poor hurt astrotech is gently lifted by a careful Panda, and carried back to the Minicon village.