Restless, 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
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Kia ignores them as she contemplates the flavor of the energy she's drinking. They're not here, so she doesn't need to pay attention to them.
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But Kia was here. He prevented her from being lost among all the others. That would be enough . . . for the moment.
He pulls himself out of his thoughts with drinking the remains of his energon.
He needs to recharge. Absorb everything that has happened since the last time he slept. Hopefully, it will be more clear once his processor has had enough time to organize it without more data being poured out in streams on top of it.
But he'll wait until Kia's done refueling . . .
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She wriggles a bit, amused by the strange sensation, then sobers. "Now I'm tired."
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"Excuse you."
Random chuckles at her comment, rubbing her arm. "Then we should both get some recharge then. . . . Hot Shot never did clear something off for you, did he . . . ?"
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"This is lots quieter than the ship."
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"Yes, it is . . . Have a good recharge, Kia," he tells her quietly, shuttering his optics and willing himself to relax.
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"Random?"
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"I love you."
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Then the last of the back rubs die away as he too, falls deep into recharge . . .
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