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astrotechmechRandom 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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random_xtrasKia glances around without turning her head as she walks between Random and the disguised bot who is herding them into this big, stinky, sandy, shady place at gunpoint. The place is loud, smells disgusting, and Random didn't want her seeing what was going on in here, so she's trying not to see too much as she looks for friends, and she's pouting really hard to show that she doesn't want to be here and doesn't like this restraining bolt. She hopes she's a good actor, because she's really so excited that it's all she can do not to be jumping up and down right now, or running back the way they came to poke that brain in a jar that she saw walking past.
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astrotechmechRandom is sleeping the sleep of the exhausted and pushed to the limit suddenly brought to safety and put on the most incredibly comfortable bed that he's ever seen. His head is on a fold of the big soft rug thing that Kia has made a cave out of on the foot of the bed, and the sound of her singing to him and talking with Murphy has ceased to really register because of how deeply he's sleeping. There is mud in his dream, because that's the only soft thing he's known till now. But the mud is nice and isn't getting into his joints. It's just warm and comfortable.
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random_xtrasThe speeding X-wing had just entered the system and was swooping through space.
Inside the cockpit, it was noisy.
"Yeah, Random." A grim-faced Hot Shot cut across the chatter of excited Minicons and a very anxious Astrotech. "I'm sure Kia's with 'em. So just circulate already. 'N stop talking about your insides squirming, you're kinda creeping me out here."
All three of the Starsaber Minicons turned their attention to the pilot, the volume of their beeping rising drastically.
"Just hold on," said Hot Shot with resigned patience. "We'll be there soon."
Then he blinked as he caught the barest hint of a communication that shut all three of his small friends up instantly. "...And nobody better ask me what that was, because I don't know."
Inside the cockpit, it was noisy.
"Yeah, Random." A grim-faced Hot Shot cut across the chatter of excited Minicons and a very anxious Astrotech. "I'm sure Kia's with 'em. So just circulate already. 'N stop talking about your insides squirming, you're kinda creeping me out here."
All three of the Starsaber Minicons turned their attention to the pilot, the volume of their beeping rising drastically.
"Just hold on," said Hot Shot with resigned patience. "We'll be there soon."
Then he blinked as he caught the barest hint of a communication that shut all three of his small friends up instantly. "...And nobody better ask me what that was, because I don't know."
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random_xtrasJetfire looks relaxed as the door to the room opens, his cuffed wrists held loosely in front of him as he walks a little behind Arcee, who seems to be spitting sparks from her eyes as she glances around at the Autotroopers surrounding them. The group is silent, not even a peep from the bounty hunter after Nemesis Prime had Force-choked him a little to stop the cackling from drowning out what he was saying.
The cordon of Autotroopers parts slightly then, as the door closes behind them, as though taunting the prisoners to try and escape.
Jetfire knows better. He never thinks of trying. For once in his eventful life he isn't thinking about himself at all.
Instead he lunges between the 'Troopers and closes his hands around Smokescreen's neck.
Cyclonus starts cackling again at the sight, saying something inane that no one notices. And under the cover of the cackling and of Smokescreen's sputtering Jetfire leans close to his friend's audio receiver.
"Don't let them get Kia. She's a newspark!"
The 'Troopers decide to grab him then, and forceful application of gun butts soon has Jetfire staggering helplessly against the wall as Arcee tries to keep him from falling. And then the group is led away down the hall to a chorus of amused cackling.
The cordon of Autotroopers parts slightly then, as the door closes behind them, as though taunting the prisoners to try and escape.
Jetfire knows better. He never thinks of trying. For once in his eventful life he isn't thinking about himself at all.
Instead he lunges between the 'Troopers and closes his hands around Smokescreen's neck.
Cyclonus starts cackling again at the sight, saying something inane that no one notices. And under the cover of the cackling and of Smokescreen's sputtering Jetfire leans close to his friend's audio receiver.
"Don't let them get Kia. She's a newspark!"
The 'Troopers decide to grab him then, and forceful application of gun butts soon has Jetfire staggering helplessly against the wall as Arcee tries to keep him from falling. And then the group is led away down the hall to a chorus of amused cackling.
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astrotechmechSomewhat early the next morning, a knock comes at the door to Arcee and the gang's suite, or rather a 'chime'. Knocks are so terribly old fashioned and who knows what the door bell things in sci-fi movies are actually called? Up to this time, there has been no major change in the Falcon's condition status. All reports to this point have said that they still aren't done with her repairs--but--they are getting close. Just a couple more hours and they should be completed.
Any other news the caretakers of the station might be privy to have not been shared with the suite's inhabitants.
Depending on close the rest of the gang is to the door, they may hear muffled voices immediately proceeding and succeeding said "knock." There are two voices to be precise: one male and one female.
Anyone inside the suite bored or observant enough could hear the rather familiar voices go from somewhat louder, normal tones to becoming decidedly hushed--but not quite whispered--by the time one of them interacts with the door's 'chime'. The walls' superior sound proofing makes it pretty much impossible to clearly hear anything said however.
But anyway, someone on the other side door wants to talk to someone or all in Arcee's suite, so let's move on from there . . .
Any other news the caretakers of the station might be privy to have not been shared with the suite's inhabitants.
Depending on close the rest of the gang is to the door, they may hear muffled voices immediately proceeding and succeeding said "knock." There are two voices to be precise: one male and one female.
Anyone inside the suite bored or observant enough could hear the rather familiar voices go from somewhat louder, normal tones to becoming decidedly hushed--but not quite whispered--by the time one of them interacts with the door's 'chime'. The walls' superior sound proofing makes it pretty much impossible to clearly hear anything said however.
But anyway, someone on the other side door wants to talk to someone or all in Arcee's suite, so let's move on from there . . .
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random_xtras"Thundercracker, my arm's startin' to really scream at me here. How much longer do I haveta balance on it? And I think my processors' gettin' scrambled from being upside down so long." Hot Shot's voice isn't complaining, but it is shaking slightly from strain as the young mech struggles to stay upright while resting his entire weight on one hand. "Um... and I think I'm sinking. Weren't we going to get the X-Wing out of the swamp today?"
"Awwww, y'all think y'ur actually doin' somethin' hard, son?" The old Seeker chortles in his mad way, but doesn't look up from playing with his pet snake.
"Um... well, I did," says Hot Shot uncertainly, then yelps as two Minicons go tearing past. "Hey! Where's Jetstorm? You guys better not have been fishing again! ACK! What?"
Thundercracker cackles as his snake crawls curiously around Hot Shot's torso. "Alraht now, son. Let's see ya get that bird outta the swamp. With the Force."
Hot Shot stares at his teacher's legs, then switches his optics off with a groan.
"Awwww, y'all think y'ur actually doin' somethin' hard, son?" The old Seeker chortles in his mad way, but doesn't look up from playing with his pet snake.
"Um... well, I did," says Hot Shot uncertainly, then yelps as two Minicons go tearing past. "Hey! Where's Jetstorm? You guys better not have been fishing again! ACK! What?"
Thundercracker cackles as his snake crawls curiously around Hot Shot's torso. "Alraht now, son. Let's see ya get that bird outta the swamp. With the Force."
Hot Shot stares at his teacher's legs, then switches his optics off with a groan.
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lumina-mechnics.livejournal.com"Are you sure you're all right?" the little blond haired girl in his hand asked again. "You're shaking."
That, and his systems were still trying to calm down after the pure shock of finding that she had teleported back to the Nexus with him. The rest of her “friends” were hopefully still back in the very tourist-trappy suburb of Portland, Oregon where he had deposited them after the ‘Con chase. The ‘Cons had been a bit tricky to ward off, but luckily, back up had arrived before the poor, craven shuttle mechanic became Swiss cheese a la Decepticons or short-circuited from sheer fright. So much for a 'quiet, boring, and peaceful' patrol in the suburbs. Cowardliness: 1, Wisdom of Autobot High Command: 0.
But it had all worked out. He and the kids were still alive, and he brought them back to their parents before they could get too worried. They had been grateful enough, all things considering, but he had left before too long, hoping for a chance to sit and think by himself before reporting back in with Prime.
So you can imagine his fright at discovering that, not only had one of the kids caught up with him, but that she had hitched a ride with him back to the Nexus.
"Y-yes. P-perfectly f-fine," Random stammered as he continued walking through the Nexus. He currently had no idea what to do. He probably should return her back to her parents, but . . . There was just something holding him back.
That, and his systems were still trying to calm down after the pure shock of finding that she had teleported back to the Nexus with him. The rest of her “friends” were hopefully still back in the very tourist-trappy suburb of Portland, Oregon where he had deposited them after the ‘Con chase. The ‘Cons had been a bit tricky to ward off, but luckily, back up had arrived before the poor, craven shuttle mechanic became Swiss cheese a la Decepticons or short-circuited from sheer fright. So much for a 'quiet, boring, and peaceful' patrol in the suburbs. Cowardliness: 1, Wisdom of Autobot High Command: 0.
But it had all worked out. He and the kids were still alive, and he brought them back to their parents before they could get too worried. They had been grateful enough, all things considering, but he had left before too long, hoping for a chance to sit and think by himself before reporting back in with Prime.
So you can imagine his fright at discovering that, not only had one of the kids caught up with him, but that she had hitched a ride with him back to the Nexus.
"Y-yes. P-perfectly f-fine," Random stammered as he continued walking through the Nexus. He currently had no idea what to do. He probably should return her back to her parents, but . . . There was just something holding him back.
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astrotechmechWhen they exited hyperdrive and he looked at the read-out from the computer, Random had to shutter and unshutter his optics. This couldn't be right. This couldn't be the planet. There was no mech in the entire universe who'd want to live here. At least not a sane one.
Random turned in his seat and shook Hot Shot. "Hot Shot! Wake up! You gotta see this!"
Random turned in his seat and shook Hot Shot. "Hot Shot! Wake up! You gotta see this!"
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astrotechmechThe tool in his trembling hand nearly drops as he finds himself looking over the same bit of engine over and over again just to forget whether he had mentally checked it off as fine already. Realizing this, he forces himself to stop and intake a deep breath of the base's cold air.
This is all just going too bad, too fast. The only good thing is that they finally found Hot Shot. The young Jedi had been unfortunate enough to cross paths with one of Hoth's natural predators on a patrol. Luckily, despite some severe injuries, Hot Shot was able to fend off the creature long enough to make a clean escape into the wilderness, where rescue crews found him and were able to drag him back in. Now he is finishing off his recovery, so he can be ready when the Imperials finally arrive.
In the meantime, Random and the other astrotechs are preparing the ships for both the expected assault on the base and the base-wide evacuation.
He can't say the wait is not getting to him.
"Sometime after this battle gets underway, either Arcee herself or one of her femme aids will prompt you to come with her," Random informs his shadow/pupil. "After making sure I know, you gotta go with her, all right? I gotta stay until the last few non-combatant shuttles are ready to go to make sure no unexpected problems arise. It'll be really pushing the envelope, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
Truthfully, having Kia go with Arcee, is still risky. Yes, the first transport to meet up with the Imperial blockade overall probably has the highest chance of becoming Imperial fodder, but the chances of the others going that route as well are not that much different. The difference between staying here or going is that for one you're waiting around for the Empire to break through and deactivate you, and the other you're meeting the Imperial fleet head-on and getting blown up. Both lovely options this time of the stellar cycle.
On top of that, Random still hasn't quite forgiven Arcee for sending Kia on that "solo" mission. Granted, Arcee claimed she didn't know at the time, so it was unlikely that she would do something like that again, but Random still didn't like the idea of sending his little femme off with the femme who got them in the whole Tatooine mess. But the options were her, Jetfire, or one of the other mechs/femmes who he saw all the time but didn't quite socialize with. Even if Random had wanted Kia to go with him, Jetfire still had that debt with the Hutt to deal with and would be leaving to deal with that as soon as the all-clear was given, provided his ship got fixed. And since he got back from the uh . . . Imperial Doomsday Weapon, Random found himself clinging more to Kia than actually socializing so he was not comfortable with the thought that Kia would be traveling with mechs whom he had not "approved" to look after her. Where was Sneaker when he needed him? So with Arcee it is. Or at least her official ship. Knowing Arcee, she would probably stay behind for a little bit if trouble arose.
This is all just going too bad, too fast. The only good thing is that they finally found Hot Shot. The young Jedi had been unfortunate enough to cross paths with one of Hoth's natural predators on a patrol. Luckily, despite some severe injuries, Hot Shot was able to fend off the creature long enough to make a clean escape into the wilderness, where rescue crews found him and were able to drag him back in. Now he is finishing off his recovery, so he can be ready when the Imperials finally arrive.
In the meantime, Random and the other astrotechs are preparing the ships for both the expected assault on the base and the base-wide evacuation.
He can't say the wait is not getting to him.
"Sometime after this battle gets underway, either Arcee herself or one of her femme aids will prompt you to come with her," Random informs his shadow/pupil. "After making sure I know, you gotta go with her, all right? I gotta stay until the last few non-combatant shuttles are ready to go to make sure no unexpected problems arise. It'll be really pushing the envelope, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
Truthfully, having Kia go with Arcee, is still risky. Yes, the first transport to meet up with the Imperial blockade overall probably has the highest chance of becoming Imperial fodder, but the chances of the others going that route as well are not that much different. The difference between staying here or going is that for one you're waiting around for the Empire to break through and deactivate you, and the other you're meeting the Imperial fleet head-on and getting blown up. Both lovely options this time of the stellar cycle.
On top of that, Random still hasn't quite forgiven Arcee for sending Kia on that "solo" mission. Granted, Arcee claimed she didn't know at the time, so it was unlikely that she would do something like that again, but Random still didn't like the idea of sending his little femme off with the femme who got them in the whole Tatooine mess. But the options were her, Jetfire, or one of the other mechs/femmes who he saw all the time but didn't quite socialize with. Even if Random had wanted Kia to go with him, Jetfire still had that debt with the Hutt to deal with and would be leaving to deal with that as soon as the all-clear was given
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Kia's hugging Murphy like a big doll when Random gets back from his unexpected trip, her voice soft and sleepy as she tells the little black Minicon one of the stories that Scavenger told her while he was with them. It's a comforting tale about a brave hero who led the Transformer people to freedom and taught them to respect other living beings. She doesn't know why the story of Optimus Prime makes Primus so sad, but she can feel him encouraging her as she tells it.
Kia's hugging Murphy like a big doll when Random gets back from his unexpected trip, her voice soft and sleepy as she tells the little black Minicon one of the stories that Scavenger told her while he was with them. It's a comforting tale about a brave hero who led the Transformer people to freedom and taught them to respect other living beings. She doesn't know why the story of Optimus Prime makes Primus so sad, but she can feel him encouraging her as she tells it.
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astrotechmechRandom turns the swivel chair back and forth, back and forth. 'Lock the door,' they said! 'Hope they don't have blasters,' they said! Well, the door is locked, and the Astrotroopers certainly have blasters! It is just going be only a matter of time before they discover that fact and try to blast the door open!
On top of that it turns out Princess Arcee is here. In the detention block. Awaiting termination. Jetfire and Hot Shot are seeing if they can prevent that. Nobody else from the ship was listed in the computer's databanks though.
Random stops moving the chair like an irritated organic does its tail, sighs, and rubs his face, grieving the loss of his crewmates.
On top of that it turns out Princess Arcee is here. In the detention block. Awaiting termination. Jetfire and Hot Shot are seeing if they can prevent that. Nobody else from the ship was listed in the computer's databanks though.
Random stops moving the chair like an irritated organic does its tail, sighs, and rubs his face, grieving the loss of his crewmates.
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May 22nd, 2009 06:24 pmastrotechmechMech, is Random glad to get out of that alley. He didn't know how much longer he could have taken Scavenger's snoring. And that rat had almost won the staring contest . . .
Scavenger had led the group the twists and turns of Mos Eisley to the hangar where Jetfire's ship was supposedly docked. Now with one last turn and walking in through the doorway . . .
"What a piece of junk!" Hot Shot exclaimed.
"At least it appears this haphazard amalgamation of 'ship parts is supposed to look like a victim of ignorance!" Random responds. "Unlike some things."
Scavenger had led the group the twists and turns of Mos Eisley to the hangar where Jetfire's ship was supposedly docked. Now with one last turn and walking in through the doorway . . .
"What a piece of junk!" Hot Shot exclaimed.
"At least it appears this haphazard amalgamation of 'ship parts is supposed to look like a victim of ignorance!" Random responds. "Unlike some things."
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random_xtrasMos Eisley. Some would call it a space port. A few hardy sparks call it home. But for most Mos Eisley is nowhere on the edge of nothing. A place to be lost and forgotten. A place where no dreams die, because no one has energy to bother dreaming.
And a place where you can usually find many types, though it usually doesn't hold as many Autotroopers as are currently patrolling the streets.
And a place where you can usually find many types, though it usually doesn't hold as many Autotroopers as are currently patrolling the streets.
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astrotechmechRandom isn't really sure about how he feels about all this close-to-land traveling. It seems too restrictive and almost dangerous in a way. But in another . . . Kia is down here, and he needs to stay by her, so he goes along with it as they make their way back to Hot Shot's place.
At least it didn't look like another sandstorm was coming. He hates all this sand though. It gets in everywhere. Ugh. He'd have to take an oil bath once they got back . . .
"Doing all right down there, Kia?" Random asks from where he's hovering above her in vehicle mode, searching out all sides of the horizon with his scanners for a sign of either the dwellings or anything dangerous.
At least it didn't look like another sandstorm was coming. He hates all this sand though. It gets in everywhere. Ugh. He'd have to take an oil bath once they got back . . .
"Doing all right down there, Kia?" Random asks from where he's hovering above her in vehicle mode, searching out all sides of the horizon with his scanners for a sign of either the dwellings or anything dangerous.
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May 10th, 2009 11:53 amrandom_xtras"W... wait, you knew my creator?" Hot Shot winces as something Random's doing to his damaged internal components causes him to twitch, his movement making a soft scratching sound on the worn woven rug that he's laying on on the otherwise bare cave floor.
"I knew the mech who asked Primus for you," counters the massive sand-coloured stranger called Scavenger, not looking up from where he was using a torch to work a bend out of one of the younger mech's struts.
"Well, isn't that the same thing? Ow! Random, do you gotta poke there that many times?"
"No." Scavenger shakes his head and easily bends the metal in his hands back to shape. "Creators are the people who build your shell. Yours came off the assembly line."
"Way to make a guy feel unspecial," grumbles Hot Shot, but then notices that Kia is pouting at him for griping at Random and offers her a grin. "What was his name, Scavenger? What happened to him?"
"Optimus Prime. And he's dead. Nemesis Prime killed him a long long time ago." Scavenger offers the repaired strut to Random, his yellow optics calm but shadowed.
"I knew the mech who asked Primus for you," counters the massive sand-coloured stranger called Scavenger, not looking up from where he was using a torch to work a bend out of one of the younger mech's struts.
"Well, isn't that the same thing? Ow! Random, do you gotta poke there that many times?"
"No." Scavenger shakes his head and easily bends the metal in his hands back to shape. "Creators are the people who build your shell. Yours came off the assembly line."
"Way to make a guy feel unspecial," grumbles Hot Shot, but then notices that Kia is pouting at him for griping at Random and offers her a grin. "What was his name, Scavenger? What happened to him?"
"Optimus Prime. And he's dead. Nemesis Prime killed him a long long time ago." Scavenger offers the repaired strut to Random, his yellow optics calm but shadowed.
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astrotechmechHe was back on the ship. He must have been. This was not merely something that need a tune-up. It was a victim, and it had all the battle damage to prove it!
"What the heck did you guys do to this thing?!? I can barely tell one part from another!"
His on-board equipment had been fixed from his earlier "scuffle" by now--for which he was glad because this thing need all the help it could get!
"What the heck did you guys do to this thing?!? I can barely tell one part from another!"
His on-board equipment had been fixed from his earlier "scuffle" by now--for which he was glad because this thing need all the help it could get!
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random_xtrasRestless, weary drones and organics rustled in the darkness of the hold, many of them uncomfortable in the heat of the world they'd landed on a few hours earlier. Over in one corner of the stinking, sweltering space two pair of glowing optics shone. The ones that were further from the floor held fear, the lower set, large and pale blue, held only patient exhaustion.
The silver femme frowned as an organic tentacle brushed against her leg, then moved her wrists in the restraining cuffs and looked up at her mentor as her soft voice broke the noisy silence.
"Random, I'm hungry."
The silver femme frowned as an organic tentacle brushed against her leg, then moved her wrists in the restraining cuffs and looked up at her mentor as her soft voice broke the noisy silence.
"Random, I'm hungry."
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