Nexus. Blue's Bar. There and Back Again cont'd

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As Random finishes his Sunrise, deciding what exactly to do next, he takes a look around the bar . . .

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Still deedling fiercely, the orange-red femme swiftly adjusts a couple other things, then checks her scanner before shuttering her optics for a moment and checking for any special directions. Hearing nothing in particular, she sets her hand over Arcee's engine and cuts loose a blast of energy.

Blue starts. "What the slag???"

Then she starts again as Arcee's engine coughs and starts to run. (It also looks rather upgraded and amped up, but that's not important right now)

Ignoring the hovering Blue, Hormah swiftly checks over things again, then shuts off the booster and moves away from the pink and white femme. "I dunno anyt'in' else t' do ot'er'n git 'er home 'n lay 'er down."

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Random is so distracted by whatever thoughts are causing him to remain outside of the group and stare down at the ground that he doesn't seem to register anything that goes on. He doesn't start, he doesn't flinch and he doesn't turn.

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"Random? Random!" calls Blue. "Random!?"

Fender reaches over and smacks him in the back of the helm.

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That does something, and if he doesn't move, Fender will find himself with a face full of fire extinguisher fluid.

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The old soldier was moving before he finished smacking, and now he's standing and griping to himself about how his knee servo's hurting.

"Random," says Blue again. "Can you hear me now?"

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His hand replaces the nozzle. ". . . Yes."

You keep griping, old man, you keep griping.