ANH 'verse. Somewhere in space. Team dynamics?

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[astrotechmech]

His arm was doing much better now. It just needed a check-up with an actual medic. However, the same could not be said for his head.

Scary monsters . . . . More repairs . . . Arguing . . .

Not to mention the fact he was surrounded by idiots.

He could barely resist the urge to facepalm.

When we get back, I'm retiring . . . Or at the very least getting an on-base job.

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"So anyway, Princess...."

"Jetfire?"

"Yeah, kid?" He turned and looked down at the little silver femme, who looked back earnestly.

"That's not where that goes. Is this one of those 'do it wrong so you get chased out of the room' things?"

The white and red flyer goes o.0, and then shakes his head. "No! No way, kid. Um...." He looks at the panel in his hands. "...So where does this go?"

"Over there." She gives him her sweet, shy smile as she points, then squeaks a Murphy romps up to her with something in his hand. "Ohhh, what's this?"

[astrotechmech]

Random couldn't help it. He facepalmed at Jetfire's painfully honest question.

Then he stared at the thing in Murphy's hand.

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"A glitchmouse? You mean they're real little bots?" She touches the tiny thing with one finger, watching as its 'whiskers' tremble. "Was it messing up the Falcon?"

Murphy shakes his head and beeps, then turns and holds the glitchmouse up to Jetfire, who is returning for the tools to keep the panel on the wall. The red and white mech takes one look at the tiny being.

And then screams like a little girl.

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Murphy looks up at Random and blinks his visor a bit, then beeps and nods. Yes, he's sure. His mouse lives in a box and only eats what he gives to him to eat.

[astrotechmech]

Random raises an optic ridge at that, somehow maintaining his Kia-rubbing. "How long have you had him?"

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Only a few stellar cycles. The little Minicon gently strokes his tiny prize with one finger, then beeps laughter as the glitchmouse climbs up his arm and sits up on his shoulder with the proud air of a pet who is usually well rewarded for his antics.

[astrotechmech]

". . . Well, I guess you would know then."

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The younger mech stares at it, and then raises a protest.

"Now the cord's coming out the wrong end!"

[astrotechmech]

Random reaches over and turns the part 45 degrees to the right.

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"It's still not the right...." Hot Shot stops. "Hey... how'd you do that?"

[astrotechmech]

Random look between the part and Hot Shot's face and waves a hand in front of it to see if his optics still function. "How I did what?"

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Arcee looks from one mech to the other, her expression holding shock and bewilderment.

[astrotechmech]

"So, um, yeah Kia's a newspark, and," he says to Arcee, still slightly creeped out by Hot Shot's behavior before turning to Hot Shot himself,"what do you mean 'it's time?!'"

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"Uh...." The yellow mech scratches the side of his nose. "I... don't know. I just know it is."

Arcee goes 0_o.

[astrotechmech]

" . . ." Random stares at him like he's insane. ". . . Time for what?"

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"Random?" says Arcee cautiously.

[astrotechmech]

"Yeah?" His voice holds a bit of bitterness, which covers some of his worry.

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"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?"

[astrotechmech]

"Like what?"